Chapter title from "Killshot" by Magdalena Bay.
️Explicit kink warning for later in chapter— including a magical twist on blood kink, bondage/whipping, and double penetration. Yeah, this chapter's crazy, just like these characters.❗️
I would say it's skippable, but...y'all know by now that I develop my characters through their sexual encounters. This one's no exception. Hope you can appreciate it even if it's not your thing. :)
Colleen awakened to streaming sunbeams of a lovely fall morning, robins singing in the aspen outside the bedroom window, and the smell of breakfast as her boys proudly delivered it to her bedside.
"Happy birthday, Mummy!" Ben placed a delicate trio of scarlet hydrangeas in a tiny glass vase on her breakfast tray and climbed next to her, giving a kiss to her cheek.
"Thank you, sweetheart. Breakfast looks delicious."
Sirius smiled as he set the tray on her lap. They'd made her coffee and traditional British pancakes sprinkled with sugar and lemon juice, topped with a blueberry jam they'd jarred over the summer.
"Happy birthday, darling," Sirius murmured, crawling to her other side and wrapping a warm arm around her neck. He kissed her sweetly, and Colleen melted no differently than her first birthday with him one year ago. Everything he did still had the power to make her weak in the knees.
Sirius said it was the first of the day's surprises with more to come that evening. But The Daily Prophet brought its own surprise that no one had bargained for.
"Sirius!" Rhiannon called with alarm, rushing out to where the Blacks were working to prune the flower bushes back in preparation for the upcoming frost. The witch thrust the paper toward him and pointed to whatever the offending words were. Colleen's hands tightened on the roses, and she was promptly met with the stinging of a thorn.
Sirius's jaw tightened and he shifted up on his toes, his whole body suddenly tense. He was silent for a few moments before finally giving a nod.
"We'll figure it out," he said with forced confidence.
"Figure what out?" Colleen said, closing her eyes with dread.
"The wizard priest that performed your wedding passed away," Rhiannon explained quietly.
Well, that wasn't that much of a surprise. He'd been simply ancient and had only come out of retirement to handle the onslaught of wartime weddings.
"That's sad," Colleen said. "Is there an obituary?"
Sirius handed her the paper. "Yes, and a footnote article mentioning the backlog of Ministry records discovered in his home. So it's only a matter of time until..."
"Until the Ministry knows of our marriage and that you're alive," Colleen supplied, sinking down onto the chilly ground, her head resting on her knees.
She wished they could have signed their marriage license with their pseudonyms, but of course it wouldn't have been legal that way. They had both known it was a risk getting married in the wizarding world at all, but Sirius had longed to bind himself to her with the magical rites. As soon as Colleen had experienced them, she'd understood why. It was the most beautiful expression of love imaginable— like all the things Muggles tried to capture in novels, films, and poetry. Magic allowed it to be on display, and to electrify the skin and course through the veins. No matter what came of their secret being exposed now, Colleen knew it was worth it to experience that with Sirius.
The setting sun that evening brought Colleen's next birthday surprise— an event Rhiannon, Tonks, Sirius, and Ben had been working on all day. Tonight was a full moon, so Remus had to give his regrets before taking off for his monthly isolation, aided by the Wolfsbane potion Colleen had watched Severus brew days before.
Sirius refused to give her even one clue about her surprise, and he had tasked Snape with keeping her occupied throughout the day. She and Severus brewed a few things as normal, then he settled with her in the parlor to teach her about offensive spells used in wizarding combat. He told her the nuances of what she'd read about in her books and informed her of the favorite strategies of the Dark Lord's militia. Of course there wasn't much Colleen could hope to do if ever confronted with such a force, but Severus agreed to answer her questions and at least provide her with a knowledge base, so she could understand what her loved ones may be encountering. Severus understood her need for knowledge as a way to manage her anxiety. He was such a marvelous conundrum of harsh and soft, cold and warm, callous but comforting.
As the antique clock in the parlor chimed six o'clock, Severus rose from his armchair and lifted his wand, pointing it at a throw draped over one of the lounges. The throw fluttered through the air and promptly changed into a light scarf, which he sent to drape over Colleen's shoulders. It was a rather odd accessory for her red plaid flannel shirt.
"Stand," he commanded, and Colleen obeyed, as always. Severus came behind her and lifted the fabric to her eyes, tying it gently into a blindfold.
"The dramatics are your husband's idea, lest you construe this absurd plan as mine," Severus continued.
Colleen smiled. "I hope you're planning on escorting me wherever we are going." Her hands went out in front of her in attempt to gather her bearings. Severus responded by linking his arm through hers, and she leaned into his sturdy frame. He led her to what she thought was the foyer and sat her down, replacing her house shoes with her outdoor boots. He then took her arm again and led her down what felt like the path to the beach. Colleen could hear lively music playing and Rhiannon's trademark bell-like laughter dancing through the night air.
Severus loosened the blindfold, and Colleen eyes adjusted to firelight illuminating the breaking waves and the star-studded sky. It was a huge bonfire, designed to last for hours, and her housemates had set up blankets on the sand and tables teaming with food and drink. The full moon cast a silver shimmer on the water, and the fall night was comfortable, with just the slightest chill.
Sirius ran over to her with a huge grin. He was flannel-clad as well with boots and jeans, his curls long and sexy, his mustache full. Firelight and moonlight made him look even more like a god, if that were possible. Colleen threw herself against him and drank in his lips, running her fingers along the blanket-like softness of shirt, breathing in that clean, classic cologne that drove her senses crazy.
"I love you, Sirius Black," she sighed.
"I love you, too, birthday girl," he returned. He lifted her up and twirled her around on the sand, bringing her over to where Rhiannon was chasing Ben. Tonks was lounging on a blanket, already enjoying the bountiful spread of food. Sirius and Colleen danced and kissed for what seemed like ages. Colleen felt like nothing in the world mattered except for the way those stubbled lips felt on her neck, the way the music swelled and pulsated around them, and the way the salty, cool air only enhanced the warm feeling of Sirius's arms.
"I have another surprise," Sirius said, his low voice close to her ear. "Well, two actually. One is for later, and it's a gift from the three of us...your three...um, lovers? This first one isn't really a gift, but something I want to show you. And Ben."
Sirius turned and called Ben over to get his attention, then in an instant he leapt forward and shifted from man to beast. Colleen gasped, and Ben shrieked with excitement. Rhiannon let out a hoot from her spot on the blankets where she was curled up with Severus, the two of them enjoying the meats and vegetables Sirius had roasted over the fire earlier.
The large black dog bounded playfully over the sand, running circles around Ben, his pink tongue panting and gray eyes positively alive.
"Is this the first time you've met Padfoot?" Tonks asked Colleen incredulously.
"Yes," Colleen replied quietly. "I had a hard time wrapping my head around it. But I suppose it's rather cute."
"Can Daddy stay like this Mummy? We need a dog!"
"No," Colleen laughed. Padfoot took off toward her in response, throwing his paws on her chest and pushing her back on the blanket. He smothered her face in licks while Colleen squeezed her eyes shut and dissolved into uncontrollable laughter. She couldn't even believe how insane her life had become. The dog lowered himself to stretch out over her, and she promptly wiggled out from beneath him.
"Sirius Black, stop," she scolded him. He responded by taking off and leaping back into wizard form. He immediately lowered himself back on top of her, pulling her into a kiss and embrace she couldn't have escaped if she tried.
"So what did you think?" he asked her with a grin. "Am I sexy beast, or what?"
"Yes, but I already knew that," Colleen replied with a smile.
"Daddy, please do it again! I'll give you a treat!" Ben ran to the table and grabbed a shortbread cookie, then took off with it down the beach. He watched behind him for his new friend to follow.
Sirius shrugged. "Dad duty calls." And he transformed once again and took off down the moonlit shoreline.
Colleen just shook her head and finally helped herself to a plate.
"Dare I ask about part two of the evening?" Colleen said warily, gazing at Rhiannon and Severus. They sort of blended together in the firelight, both dressed in black. Rhiannon wore a bell-sleeved crop with a deep v-neck, her hair straightened with half of it pinned back, the rest falling past her shoulders. She wore a crystal pendant on her neck that nestled between her breasts, her skin aglow and her green eyes dancing with their molten amber strands. Sometimes it seemed wrong to be as beautiful as that woman was. Colleen hoped part two included a chance for her to kiss those glossy, cherry red lips again. It had been too long.
Severus wore a smirk at Colleen's question, and Rhiannon exchanged a knowing glance with him. Her gorgeous mouth curled into a sly smile of its own.
"Just ticking a couple of those fantasies off your list," Rhiannon replied.
"I'll go prepare," Severus said, standing and dusting his hands off, straightening his black button-up to its usual wrinkle-free perfection.
"Prepare?" Colleen repeated meekly.
"I'll grab Ben and get him off to bed," Tonks added, standing as well. "And I'll tell Sirius that Sev is...um, ready for him." Her hand immediately flew to her belly, still barely a bump, only noticeable to those who already knew. "Remember— silencing charms." She winked and took off down the beach in search of the little boy and his new pet.
"What? Tonks knows what's happening too?" Colleen felt her eyes grow wide. Her stomach began to leap up and down just like it had the night of Rhiannon's birthday. She literally had no idea what to expect next when it came to her three partners and their magical escapades.
Rhiannon laughed and moved seductively over to Colleen with a feline crawl. She pushed her down on the blanket gently, her hand tracing the lacy top of the tank Colleen wore underneath the flannel. Her lips met Colleen's softly, and Colleen felt her senses flood with the smell of her perfume mingled with the smokiness from the fire. The bud between Colleen's legs began to swell unbearably just from the witch's kisses, and she was keenly aware of how much she'd missed being with her. Why were they all torturing themselves by spending so many nights apart?
"Touch me," Colleen begged, grabbing the witch's hand and leading it to the waistband of her jeans. Rhiannon lowered the zipper and slid her delicate fingers inside, eliciting a moan from Colleen instantly. Their tongues thrashed together wildly, and Rhiannon grabbed the flesh of Colleen's mound in her hand, enclosing her clit inside and rubbing firmly in circles. Colleen's hand came to Rhiannon's breast and played with it through her shirt, her pressure and rhythm mimicking the sweet torture of Rhiannon's hand between her legs.
"Rhiannon...yes!" Colleen arched into the witch desperately, her orgasm already so close under such an expert hand. Rhiannon slid her fingers between the wet lips now, one slipping inside, then two.
"More," Colleen begged.
Rhiannon's mouth pulled back from hers, and she tucked a strand of Colleen's strawberry curls behind her ear with a smile. Her fingers came to a standstill within her.
"Later," Rhiannon whispered. "You'll come when Severus and I say you can."
The witch darted away like a winged fairy floating over the sand, leaving a panting and frustrated Colleen lying on the blanket under the light of the full moon. Colleen couldn't wait to find out what the hell was about to happen to her.
The house was quiet when Colleen entered through the back door. Her first move was to run upstairs and check on Ben. There was a note from Tonks on his bedroom door, indicating she had put him to sleep in the extra third floor bedroom by hers. Colleen moved along to her and Sirius's room to freshen up a bit, only to find a white box with a big blue bow lying on the bed. She opened it to find an exact copy of the navy blue dress Sirius had disapparated the night of their first foursome, with a note scrawled in his handwriting: For another night. Beneath it was something else wrapped in tissue paper, topped with a second note: For tonight...come to the basement.
Wrapped inside was a demure, baby blue bra with matching knickers trimmed with white lace, both adorned with tiny mint green flowers. The top of the knickers and the center of the bra both featured a pearl-like rosebud— the idea obviously being for her to look as innocent and sweet as possible.
Am I playing fucking Bo Peep tonight? Colleen thought with a laugh.
As soon as she made her way to the basement, she felt less like Bo Peep and more like the little lost sheep being led to slaughter. She had placed her robe overtop the birthday gift getup, and she let it slip to the floor as she made her way through the dimly lit basement. The lamps had been draped with red and black scarves, and there were candles all around, some carved with runes. The normal furniture had been moved aside, with a bed placed at the center and a few stemmed roses lying against the white pillows. Colleen gasped when her eyes fell on some sort of metal looking rack near the bed. Her eyes adjusted to the light to see her husband literally hanging from it, his wrists bound, naked except for Gryffindor red underwear so tight that his generous size was on display even in his unaroused state.
"What the actual fuck?" she said, her legs shaking so badly she could barely stand.
"Your fantasies, love," Sirius murmured with a wink through the veil of hair falling over his eyes. He blew it out of the way, already adjusting a bit against his restraints. "You look so sexy, sweetheart."
"What fantasy was this?" Colleen exclaimed.
"The one where Severus and I have you both tied up and at our mercy— healing you after, of course," Rhiannon said with a grin, emerging from the shadows. She wore leather pants and a strapless black top that lifted her breasts impossibly high, her black strappy sandals making her nearly as tall as Colleen.
"Where did the bed come from?" Colleen asked, her mind begging to hinge itself on questions and facts rather than imagine what-if scenarios for how the rest of the night would go.
"Transfigured from the sofa," answered Rhiannon. "And the bondage rack from the ladder in the shed out back. Sirius and I are amazing at Transfiguration. Comes with being Animagi."
Severus entered the room then, and it was every bit as Rhiannon had described, where the very oxygen seemed to leave the air. He was in tighter-than-normal black trousers, with a white satin shirt beneath a tight, high-neck vest. In his hand was a braided black leather whip, its edges frayed, the top of the handle adorned with a silver snake head. His eyes were two black slits burning a hole through Colleen's girlish attire. He then shifted his eyes to Sirius, and they seemed to gleam with satisfaction as he began to pace around the Gryffindor wizard, his boots heavy on the wooden floor.
"Severus is going to...do this...to Sirius?" Colleen asked, completely shocked. They'd had so little interaction with each other up until this point.
"It doesn't take much convincing to ask Severus to punish a Gryffindor," Rhiannon laughed. "Especially this one."
"Take it easy on me, Snape," Sirius said with a wide grin. "I'm not as young as I used to be. This might do me in."
"Oh, the pleasure of knowing I was the one to bring about the demise of Sirius Black," Severus said in a silky voice, his fingers tracing the leather with an almost loving touch. Colleen couldn't tell if the Slytherin was role-playing or not, and she was truly frightened for her husband. She was also enormously turned on, both from the witch leaving her hanging on the brink of orgasm earlier, and the manner in which Sirius's position and tight underpants showed off the beauty of his body. His tattoos dared her to lick them as he hung there on display, but Colleen was afraid of what the Snapes might do if she made a move to touch him.
"If Sirius is tied up like that, what will I be doing?" Colleen asked, her voice cracking a bit. "Do I have to go up there, too?" Good old fashioned spanking was one thing, but being strung up and whipped was quite another. She was surprised Sirius seemed so cavalier about it all.
Rhiannon waved her wand and conjured a scarf similar to the one Severus had used to blindfold her earlier, and it floated to bind Colleen's wrists behind her back.
"Lie down, my love," Rhiannon instructed her, nodding her head toward the bed. As Colleen did so, the witch continued. "Do you have a safe word?"
"Yes," Colleen said. "The name of a restaurant Sirius and I went to on a date back in London. 'Moon Dog.'"
Severus rolled his eyes. "Well, that should be effective in curbing my enthusiasm. I will certainly lose any hint of arousal with Marauder images planted in my mind."
"Hey, you don't seem to have too much of a problem with this Marauder image," Sirius spoke up, swiveling his body suggestively, as best he could with his feet only somewhat touching the floor. That remark earned him the first snap of Severus's whip against his back. Sirius tensed but showed no other reaction.
"Oh my god," Colleen whispered. "I'm sorry, Sirius. I didn't mean all this when I said..."
"Quiet," Rhiannon commanded. "If your husband has an issue with what's being done to him, he will say the safe word. As will you if your own limit has been reached. But you will not interfere with each other's pleasure by injecting fear or pity. Everyone is responsible for themselves here. Understood?"
The witch's green eyes were nearly electric. Colleen had never heard such a domineering tone in Rhiannon's voice before. Colleen swallowed and nodded, feeling her clit seem to flutter and jerk of its own accord as she stared at Rhiannon kneeling on the bed before her, her flawless skin bound within the confines of the black leather and barely containing the magic radiating within her.
"Is that all you've got, Severus? I have to say you're a rather soft touch," said Sirius, gazing back over his shoulder. Snape walloped him on the arse this time.
"I must say I will find it delightful giving you red stripes to match your house and those ridiculous looking shorts," the Slytherin sneered. Sirius was biting his lip; that last blow clearly had been delivered with greater force.
"Moon Dog...just for a moment," Colleen whispered in a voice only Rhiannon could hear, and she beckoned the witch closer with her finger. "Did Sirius really want this, or is he just doing it for me?"
Rhiannon's old smile came back, and she stroked Colleen's cheek gently. "Sirius has a lot of guilt," she said in an equally quiet tone. "Sometimes these practices help with that. They can be enormously therapeutic if done in a mutually respectful way." She reached her bare arm over Colleen to the top of the headboard and brought a ruby red potion bottle to her lips, throwing her head back and downing it like a shot.
"What's that?" Colleen inquired, her every nerve on edge. The wizards had paused their own game to watch the women on the bed.
"A blood play potion," Rhiannon answered simply, as if she'd said something like lemonade or fruit punch.
"Oh, my god."
Rhiannon shook her head and laughed. "Did you or did you not dream about that last time we were together?"
"It was a bloody fantasy, Rhiannon! A fleeting image. I don't want you to turn into a vampire!"
"Don't you?" the witch teased. She studied her a moment, and Colleen didn't respond. She lowered her eyes to the swell of Rhiannon's breasts, then to her navel peeking from beneath her crop top. Such perfection made it hard to think straight.
"Anyway, I won't turn into a vampire, silly," Rhiannon continued. "That's impossible, unless you are bitten by one yourself. But the potion allows you to taste small bits of blood with it becoming the flavor of anything you desire. And makes it safe. I think I'll make you strawberry cotton candy. That's what I imagine sometimes when I see your hair." She arched her body over Colleen's like a black cat with its tail in the air, and lowered her mouth to hers hungrily, her tongue invading immediately.
"Like to stare at my wife's arse, Black?" Severus snarled, clearly into his role now. Colleen heard another smack of leather against skin, and Sirius let out a small groan this time.
"I'd like to fuck her arse too," Sirius shot back.
Colleen opened one eye to see Severus looming closely at Sirius's backside, grabbing a fistful of dark brown curls.
"With what, Black? Your little dog cock?" This time the sound was flesh against flesh, Snape's hand walloping Sirius's behind like it had Colleen's weeks before. Colleen felt another jump between her legs, and she moaned into her witch's mouth. Rhiannon responded by drawing Colleen's lower lip between her teeth and clenching down, drawing the first drop of blood. Her soft tongue came to lap it up, and Colleen winced with pain.
"All right, my love?" Rhiannon asked, her lips already stained deeper red with the new addition.
Colleen whimpered and nodded, sucking her own lip to ease the pain. "Cotton candy?" she asked.
"Yes, but I can change it if I want," Rhiannon said excitedly. She reached over and took another potion bottle in her hand, blue this time, and rubbed the thick liquid over Colleen's chest, stomach, and thighs. The unmistakable and relaxing smell of blue tansy filled the air. The slight blue tint faded quickly as it absorbed into Colleen's skin.
"It's antiseptic and a bit numbing," Rhiannon explained. She then picked up one of the roses off the pillow and traced its soft bud along Colleen's neck and breasts, down her ribcage, then over her thighs. Colleen moaned at the amazing softness. The men were staring them both down, Severus through narrow eyes, Sirius through a curtain of fallen hair.
Rhiannon paused the rose's trail to reach behind Colleen and unclasp her bra, then used her wand to help it fall away with Colleen's wrists tied. She placed the center of the rose over Colleen's nipple and twisted. The sensation of the flower's layers against such a sensitive spot was mesmerizing, and Colleen's legs dropped open in response.
"That cock of mine's not so little now, huh, Sev?" Sirius said lightly, thrusting his hips upward. His growing erection looked like it might cause the little red shorts to rip.
"Shut the fuck up, Black!" Two flogs with the whip on Sirius's back this time. Sirius lurched, and his eyes closed.
"You like punishments, don't you?" Severus's deep voice mused, his mouth closer to Sirius's ear than Colleen ever would have imagined.
"Seeing you get all angry and riled up like a hissing snake is rather fun," replied Sirius.
Severus waved his wand and removed the strained shorts with a slash through the air, then he promptly sent the whip into Sirius's bare arse. Colleen's eyes widened, but Rhiannon barely looked up from where she was ardently sucking Colleen's nipple.
"Is he bleeding yet, Severus?" the witch murmured, her tongue now dipping in and out of Colleen's navel. Colleen arched, begging her to go lower.
"Yes, my love. Proud Gryffindor stripes."
Colleen's eyes sought Sirius's. They were dark— his pupils blown, a compliant smile on his face with a bit of mischief at its corners. His cock extended back to the star tattoo on his lower belly, and Colleen swore she could feel its swollen ache mirrored between her own thighs.
"Colleen will be bleeding, too— soon," Rhiannon told her husband, taking the rose back in her fingers and holding it near the bud now. She drew the stem down along the places she'd lubed up with the ointment, causing little pinpricks from its thorns to appear across Colleen's delicate skin. The potion had its intended effect; Colleen felt the pricks like little tickles, a pleasant burning, met with the soothing wetness of Rhiannon's tongue as she lapped up the cotton candy drops. Her mouth became tense, more insistent, and she sucked the skin of Colleen's thigh into her teeth after pricking it open with the thorn. Colleen watched her, enraptured at the blood pooling around the witch's beautiful mouth where it met skin, and at the feeling of it being drawn out of her, just as she'd imagined it that night weeks ago. She desperately needed to be fucked.
"Someone's found their kink," Severus commented dryly, licking his own lips.
"Please," Colleen begged, her hair falling back on the pillow as she arched against Rhiannon's mouth. "I need to come." She hadn't felt this swollen since Sirius had shagged her with an engorgio spell on their wedding night. It was equal parts exquisite and torturous.
Rhiannon sat up, wiping her red stained mouth, then licking her fingers like she'd just enjoyed a messy ice cream cone. Severus set his whip aside and began unbuttoning his vest, and Rhiannon stood to assist him with removing his pants. Sirius and Colleen watched as the Snapes passionately divested each other of their clothes, kissing one another ravenously. Severus had not taken any of the blood play potion, that Colleen had seen, so the blood he licked from Rhiannon's mouth was Colleen's own raw, silvery taste. Their darkness on display like that made every cell of Colleen's body tremble as she lay there, her hands still bound.
The Snapes were now completely naked, their bodies entwined together as their hands groped and tongues danced. Sirius alternated between watching them and staring forlornly at the floor, his cock veiny and angry, with pre-cum glistening on his thick tip. Colleen could almost taste its saltiness, and imagining it was like torture as she watched Rhiannon lift a leg around Severus's waist, pleasing herself against him. Evidently watching the two women, or whipping Sirius, had gotten Severus rock hard. He ran himself along Rhiannon's soaking wet slit as she pinned him back against the wall.
"Fuck," Colleen groaned. She raised her hips so far in the air her muscles tensed and nearly hyperextended themselves. "Please, please...someone fuck me."
Rhiannon broke her face away from Severus's and grinned. "Poor sweet Colleen. We're not being very nice to her on her birthday, are we? You heard her Severus. She begs so politely and desperately."
"Because she's a desperate Muggle whore," Severus responded, easing his wife down off of him and striding over to the bed. He laid down on the vacant pillow next to Colleen and stared at her body, naked save for the lace trimmed kickers and still peppered with dots of blood.
"Untie her," he commanded Rhiannon, who did as he wished.
Colleen felt an enormous release of tension at having her wrists freed, and she quickly slipped her fingers down to glide over her wet clit, writhing. Sirius groaned at the sight, and Severus grabbed Colleen's wrist forcefully.
"Ouch!" she cried. His grip was merciless.
"You will not come until I instruct you to do so," Severus told her sternly. "So I suggest you not tempt yourself unnecessarily."
"Yes, sir," Colleen replied, the words flowing automatically from her.
"Such a good girl," Severus said mockingly, tracing a finger to wipe the blood that remained on her skin from the thorns. He wiped it on her lips as if applying makeup to her, carefully staying within the lines, and she imagined what a perfect red mouth he must have drawn. He leaned in and kissed his handiwork, licking it ever so gently with the tip of his tongue. Colleen buried her fingers in his ebony tresses and gripped him to her, imagining him feeding on her as Rhiannon had, her mind willing his to read it and see what she wanted. Surprisingly Severus obliged, biting the side of her lip opposite from where his wife had done the same, sucking hungrily at the red nectar that emerged.
"How does that Muggle blood taste, Sev?" Sirius called from his weak, defeated stance a few feet away. His tone was biting, miserable.
"Delicious, Black," replied Severus. "Everything about your wife is. In fact, I believe I will enjoy a bit of dessert." He crawled down between her legs and finally lifted the knickers from her aching cunt. Colleen wrapped her legs around his neck with a cry as he dove in and finally gave her swollen folds the attention they craved.
"Gods, I'm gonna fucking Crucio someone if they don't bloody get me down!" Sirius yelled.
Rhiannon giggled. "And just how will you accomplish that in your current state? My poor Sirius."
Rhiannon swayed over to him and ran her hands over his muscled, tattooed skin, holding him in place as he bucked against her in an effort to place his cock in her hands. Her mouth found his, and Colleen could see his desperation as he closed his eyes and invaded her with his tongue. She imagined what he must taste in the witch's mouth— her taste mixed with that of Severus's kisses and the metallic of Colleen's blood. Sirius devoured Rhiannon's mouth as if he were starving, but she soon broke the kiss and moved around to his back, gently touching the wounds left there by Severus. Sirius winced at the impact.
"Vulnera sanentur," the naked witch murmured repeatedly, after she had bent to retrieve her wand from the floor. After she healed each wound, she placed a kiss atop the freshly healed skin. It was probably the most beautiful spell Colleen had ever witnessed, and Rhiannon's loving execution of it even more so.
Colleen turned her attention to Severus's raven head worshipping between her legs. He had sucked so much of her clit and folds into his mouth that the suction was tight and strong as he tugged at her, sending spirals of searing pleasure coursing through her entire pelvis. How on earth did he expect her not to come when he did this?
Just as quickly as the climax was building, it dissipated into a dull ache as his mouth broke its seal against her. Colleen cried out in frustration.
"Please untie me," Sirius begged.
Rhiannon ignored Sirius's plea but dropped to her knees, taking his huge, swollen member into her mouth. She swirled the tip with her tongue and pumped his shaft ever so slightly.
"Yes, fucking yes!" cried Sirius, more desperate than Colleen had ever heard him. His hips started to buck violently, his beautiful inches plunging back and forth into the witch's open mouth. Colleen's eyes were locked on the detail of it— the movement of the taut skin, the wetness of Rhiannon's lips, the sounds of her moans mixed with his.
"Severus, please let me ride you," Colleen whispered. She didn't just want to fuck— she wanted to be in charge and pound herself violently onto something.
Severus didn't fight her. He assumed his position on the pillow again, hands propped behind his head, his face stoic as he awaited her mounting of him. Colleen eagerly impaled herself on his cock, the feeling of fullness so good she wanted to cry. She wrapped her arms around Severus's neck, which brought her breast in line with his mouth, and he nipped at it eagerly. Her hips moved up and down at a rapid pace, pushing hard against him. She felt every vein and ridge of his cock as it passed through her opening and along her walls again and again. Severus groaned, clearly at her mercy now.
"Am I allowed to come?" Colleen whispered teasingly in his ear.
"No," Severus muttered in return. "Not until your husband is inside you."
Colleen paused and looked at the pair a few feet away. Rhiannon had finally untied Sirius, deep ridges in his forearms where the restraints had been. His member still stood so rigid it looked about to burst, and it now glistened from the attention paid to it by Rhiannon's mouth. Rhiannon's hips swayed as she made her way over to the bed. Colleen could smell her as she swung her leg over Severus's head, her body brushing Colleen's face as she seated herself on her husband's face. Colleen settled back a bit, reflexively.
"No, lean forward onto me," Rhiannon instructed her. "Arch your hips up a bit but keep Severus inside you."
Colleen felt the mattress sink as Sirius knelt down on it, making his way closer to her. His mouth pressed kisses to her shoulder, his fingers caressing her jaw as he pushed her head to the side and nuzzled her neck lovingly. Colleen closed her eyes and sighed as Sirius found the sensitive spot on her neck and sucked, the electric impulses of his beard and mustache scratching her skin. It sent pulsing sensations all the way down to where she and Severus were joined. Sirius's hands came to her breasts and kneaded, causing her to moan. There was nothing like her husband's touch, even with another wizard inside her.
"I love you, Sirius," she whispered.
"I love you too, my beautiful wife," he murmured back, a gentle hand pushing her forward and his other beneath her arse, encouraging her to arch a little more.
"You ready for this, Severus?" Sirius asked. His tone was a bit uncertain, a bit excited.
"Don't ask, just do it," Severus replied, reaching up to lower Rhiannon's hips onto his face. He buried his nose and mouth into her as if hiding from what was about to transpire.
"Wait, what?" Colleen said, stunned. "Are you actually...?"
"It's your birthday, and we're giving you your fantasy, sweetheart," Sirius explained, pressing more kisses to her back. "Just relax and enjoy it."
Colleen was speechless, and a bit scared. Her hands came up to grasp Rhiannon's arms, and she rested her head against the soft skin of the witch's back as she shifted forward to give Sirius the access he needed.
"This is going to take some acrobatics back here," Sirius muttered, grasping his cock and studying how best to bring himself into position. Colleen closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and inhaled Rhiannon's sweet skin as she waited for Sirius's invasion. She felt Severus twitch a bit inside of her in anticipation, and she knew he was probably cursing his involuntary expression of excitement. Colleen was so swollen and aroused from delayed orgasm that when the tip of Sirius's cock finally met her hole, she felt herself immediately open to him.
"Holy son of Merlin," Sirius said as he pushed forward, and Severus let out a deep, primal moan that echoed into Rhiannon's pussy and caused her to scream with delight. Her hips picked up their pace on his face, and his tongue circled her clit feverishly.
Colleen couldn't even speak and could barely breath. Sirius was still pushing into her, his cock pressing tight against Severus's. The pressure inside her threatened to burst her open. Severus's shaft was pressed tight against her g-spot, the impact sending what felt like shooting stars through her nerves. Sirius was groaning uncontrollably, driving his tip up against the underneath side of Severus's like he was aiming for the most sensitive spot possible.
"Gods, Black, what are you doing?" Severus moaned, white knuckling Rhiannon's hips, clearly having a moment of crisis as he tried to reconcile his pleasure with the agony of what was causing it.
"Fucking you and my wife, obviously," Sirius replied, his breath catching as he evidently found a new burst of pleasure of his own.
"Ugh," Severus said in response.
"Just taste me and don't think about it," Rhiannon encouraged her husband. "Just enjoy the feelings."
Colleen leaned forward on the witch and rubbed her breasts against her back, driving a moan from Rhiannon at the sensation. Sirius used that moment to thrust forward again, and Colleen cried out with ecstasy. The awkward pressure from the beginning had faded as her pussy relaxed to accommodate both wizards. It was stretched to the max, but every nerve ending in the entirety of her core was on fire and being stoked by Sirius's determined drive forward. Rhiannon's words must have had an effect on Severus, because Colleen felt him begin to move against Sirius as well, both cocks grinding against each other within her. She reached behind her and felt where their balls met one another, fondling them both for a few seconds.
"Fuck yes," Sirius groaned, his nails digging into Colleen's shoulders. "I'm about to cum."
"Oh yes, Sirius," Colleen breathed, squeezing her eyes shut. She held onto Rhiannon for dear life, not even having to move, as both wizards created every bit of friction she could possibly need in their movements together. She wrapped her arms around Rhiannon and squeezed the round globes of her breasts firmly in each hand as she felt Sirius's jets paint her insides. He thrust upward one more time into the ring around Severus's tip, causing Severus to shout and shoot his own load deep within her. The warmth drove Sirius to cry out again. Colleen bore down on their shafts and rode her escalating waves until she swore a dam broke inside of her, sending explosions shattering through her and rocking her entire body.
"Yes...oh Sirius...Severus...YES!"
Colleen was already beginning to ache, but her pleasure outweighed her pain, and she rode every last tremor fiercely even though she felt like she might rip. Rhiannon picked up her pace as Severus continued to lap at her, his hips still rocking as Colleen spasmed around him. The witch's cries of delight signaled her own climax, Severus's tongue feathering her clit wildly as she came down. All of a sudden it was like every muscle in all four of their bodies relaxed at once, and they all sank lower into the transfigured bed. Rhiannon swung her leg over and assumed the small spot on Severus's right, burying her face between his arm and the pillow. Severus's hands came to his face, rubbing it with what was likely a mixture of exhaustion and embarrassment. Colleen rubbed his chest appreciatively, hoping he would at least know how grateful she was for his efforts.
Sirius heaved a sigh behind her as he drew up enough energy to dislodge himself. He left a puddle of mess behind, and he scurried quickly to retrieve his wand and clean it up. Colleen assumed the other position at Severus's side, surprised when his arm lazily drew her in to rest on his chest. Sirius quickly curled up behind her, and she smiled as she reveled once again in the feeling of being completely secure and cherished.
"Is everyone feeling all right?" Rhiannon asked, her tone totally blissed out. But the witch was always one for aftercare if needed, even if exhausted.
"I'm sore," Colleen admitted, knowing she probably sounded pitiful. Rhiannon raised up and nudged Severus, who had already started to doze.
"What?" he muttered.
"That spell you do, when you're too rough with me," Rhiannon requested. "Colleen's hurting."
Severus reached for his wand and made the necessary strokes, then pressed a kiss to Colleen's cheek as if a bit of tenderness sealed the deal on the spell.
Sirius raised up on one elbow with a lazy grin. "You know we can't possibly be enemies now, right Severus? We're...you know...intimate and shit."
"Pillow talk's for your wife, Black. One more word and I shall smother you with mine."
"With your pillow or with your wife?" Sirius just wouldn't give it up.
"Shut...Up...Black."