June 1978
Severus sat with his arms crossed over his chest, legs spread wide to prevent anyone from sitting too close to him on the boat. He scoffed at how ridiculous his peers were being– they seemed to treat this night as something poetic, leaving the castle in the boats, just as they had arrived seven years prior.
He supposed, if he allowed himself to think about it, that it had a certain...symmetry that he could appreciate. Still, this night held no special meaning for him. He had mastered his OWLs and NEWTs, created new spells and curses completely on his own (he was particularly proud of Muffliato), created and updated numerous potions, and graduated top of his class. But Severus was a Slytherin, and Slytherins were scarcely recognized for anything positive, least of all, academia.
Severus was tired of House rivalry. Who said the Ravenclaws had to be the smartest? The Hufflepuffs the kindest, and the Gryffindors, of course, were the Headmaster's favorite. Of course they were– they were his own House. Severus swore if he were in that position, he'd make sure to improve the reputation of his House. Afterall, Slytherin did more than just dark magic. They were cunning, yes, but also full of ambition, determination, and had loyalty that would rival any puffer.
Severus scowled deeper. Everyone was cheering and applauding, talking about what they would be doing later that night. Severus didn't have to think what would happen. His parents didn't even attend– he suspected his mother wanted to, but that wanker Tobias likely refused. He felt betrayed. His mother was a powerful witch, from a powerful family. Why she settled for that Muggle fucker...
But Severus didn't want to think about that. He knew as soon as he got home, he'd likely get the belt. If he was lucky, since this was an important day, he'd only feel the sting of the leather and not the thunk of the buckle. He subconsciously rubbed his stomach as he felt the memory of his last whipping. He was so thin, the belt wrapped around his back completely, finally landing on his stomach.
He was now allowed to use magic outside of school, had been for an entire year already but was too fearful of being unable to return to Hogwarts should he accidentally murder his father. Severus would never again allow that man to harm him. He'd never allow himself to be at anyone else's mercy. He was alone in the world, it was time he came to terms with it. He glanced at a boat that was floating beside him, to see his favorite group. The damn dog, wolf, rat, and the fucking stag. Of course, Lily was practically on top of James– they hadn't stopped snogging since he put that ring on her finger.
Severus had long since come to terms that he had lost her. Truthfully, he never had her, so the loss of his "love interest" didn't hurt nearly as bad as his loss of friendship. She was the only thing that kept him grounded. When he was being beaten, he'd think of her. Afterwards, when they'd meet under their tree, she would give him plasters and ice and try to heal him the best she could. He'd missed that since last year. He had to stitch himself back up, quite literally, by himself that summer.
He tilted his head to the side, cracking his neck as he released the tension, forcing himself to look straight ahead. The ride was almost over and he needed to enter the correct mindspace. He'd tell his parents to fuck off tonight– he was finished with them. He had been presented with an opportunity to join a group of powerful wizards. He–Severus Snape– had been sought out for his skills with both potions as well as spell-invention. He finally found somewhere he belonged and couldn't wait to align himself with them. In a few weeks time, there would be a grande ceremony where he would be inducted and glady serve under the powerful wizard who called himself Lord Voldemort.
"Severus!" a woman's voice called out to him, shaking him from his surly mood. He glanced up, noting that the boat had stopped, trying to find who was calling to him. "Over here!" He lifted his eyebrow, surprised to see Narcissa Black– no, Malfoy it was now, calling to him. He offered a small smile–after all, he did have a reputation of a bastard to uphold–as he stepped off the boat and strode over to her with a confidence he would likely never actually feel.
"Cissa," he greeted, leaning in to kiss each cheek as she clasped his hands. "I didn't expect to see you here."
"Did you think we wouldn't come to watch you graduate, brother?" Lucius stepped into his line of sight, seemingly from the shadows. Severus made a mental note to learn how to do that. Not only was it intimidating, but he had to admit, it had flair.
Severus instantly straightened, tugging the wrinkles out of his uniform when he saw the older man. He always tried to impress Lucius, to make him accept his half-blood status. Although admittedly, he didn't have to try too hard. Lucius had taken him under his wing immediately, offering protection and pure blood knowledge. Severus had started off school with his pathetic poor-boy Brummie accent– he hated anything that could be tied back to his father. Lucius taught him how to be a proper gentleman– how to dress, how to speak, how to carry himself, how to treat a woman...
...not that he ever had a woman. But, he had come close this year a time or two. At least that was something.
"Luc!" Severus grinned. "I'm pleased to see you both. I admit, I had assumed I was to graduate independent from company this evening. This is, indeed, a great surprise."
"We'd never let that happen, Severus," Narcissa purred. She hadn't let go of his right hand, brushing her thumb across the back of it as they stood there. Severus immediately stiffened, fearful of what Lucius would do. He didn't know the proper etiquette for greeting a Pureblood's wife.
"Indeed, we have a bit of a... party planned for you. Come back to the Manor with us, it's all set up and ready to go," Lucius insisted.
Severus frowned, unsure of what to do. He pulled his hand away from the beautiful blonde woman, crossing his arms yet again. This time, Cissa rolled her eyes.
"Don't be so sullen, Severus. You're coming one way or another tonight." Narcissa raised her own eyebrow with a sort of lewd smirk that had Severus confused, even more so when Lucius snorted and kissed her on the cheek.
"Fine," he finally agreed. He was already a legal adult, and could make his own damn decisions. His whipping would just have to wait.
XOX
Lucius had grabbed Severus under the arm, pulling him in tightly against his hip whilst drawing his wife against his chest with the other arm as they apparated to Malfoy Manor. Severus stumbled a bit during the landing but quickly recovered. He took in the sights of the property, having never really been there properly before. There were a few albino peacocks roving about, a short row of hedges and a long, gravel driveway that would lead to the front door.
They walked the path in silence, Narcissa yelping as Lucius scooped her up bridal style, claiming he was protecting her from a rolled ankle that she likely would have obtained while trying to walk that distance in heels. Severus looked over to the blond man, smirking, but a flash of green caught his eye, drawing his attention up Cissa's skirt to her lace-covered sex. The young man swallowed audibly, struggling to pull his eyes away. He took a risk, glancing back towards Lucius who was wearing a knowing grin.
Caught in the act.
Severus shoved his hands in his pocket, marching ahead as the blonde couple sniggered at his discomfort . He scowled when he got to the front door– he hated being made a fool. Eventually, the couple caught up with him. As Lucius lowered Narcissa to the ground, she grabbed ahold of Severus' forearm for balance. Snape couldn't help but shiver at her touch, he rarely got any attention from women, especially none as beautiful as the Black sisters.
They entered the mansion together and Severus was immediately taken aback—it was exquisite, marble floors, large, vaulted ceilings, classical art mixed seamlessly around the Malfoy family portraits. Severus never thought he'd ever be in a place like this, destined to be poor and alone. But here he was, with friends after his graduation, feeling like a part of something bigger.
He was escorted into a large sitting room where he encountered several other witches and wizards from Slytherin that had either just graduated or were closer in age to Lucius. He stiffened. Severus was not a social wizard and likely never would be. Narcissa seemed to sense this, running her delicate hands up and down his arm as if trying to warm him up.
"Relax, Severus. We are all here for you, after all. Just have some wine, perhaps some food, and try to enjoy yourself." Narcissa squeezed his bicep before she sauntered off. Severus was drawn to the sway of her hips, how her dress tightened around the swell of her perfect—
"Severus!" An old classmate, a year ahead of him, had come up, slapping him on the back.
Severus scowled as more people tended to flood around him. At some point he found a glass of elf-made wine shoved into his hand. He lifted the glass to his nose, inhaling the deep scent of red cherries, plums, earth and sweet spices. His nose, always the subject of conversation, had always been finely tuned to scents. He supposed that's what made him such an expert potioneer. He was to start his Mastery after the induction ceremony, paid for in full by the Dark Lord.
He took a sip, closing his eyes and savoring the taste. It was the best thing he had ever tried and couldn't resist letting out a moan of approval. He heard a giggle beside him, snapping his eyes open to look for the low, sultry voice that followed.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself, Snape." He started to curl his lip into a sneer, but her hand on his chest caught him by surprise. "A few more glasses of that, and I might actually get the opportunity to have my way with you."
"Bella. What a... surprise. Shouldn't you be off galavanting around with your gentleman caller of the week?"
He gasped as her hand slid down his chest to cup his manhood. Then she squeezed. Hard. Severus groaned.
"I was hoping that would be you. After all, you are the man of the hour."
"Bella!" Narcissa barked. "Leave Severus alone, he isn't interested."
The oldest Black sister hadn't removed her hand. In fact, she started stroking. Severus stood rigidly, trying to not give himself away, but if he were honest, he hypothesized about another 45 seconds before his cock erupted prematurely, thus humiliating him.
"I don't know about that, Cissy. It seems he's... very... interested," Bellatrix purred.
Narcissa actually flushed at that, allowing her eyes to travel down to the placket of his trousers for the first time. It was impossible to miss the tenting, however, she was blessedly more courteous than her sister.
"Leave, Bella. It's not that type of party."
"No," she responded with a hint of sadness. "It isn't. But in a few weeks..." Bella squeezed him one last time, winking, before she turned and disappeared into the crowd.
Narcissa apologized, and Severus brushed it off, hoping to appear indifferent. The Black women had a seductive lure about them, making it nearly impossible to turn them down.
Nearly.
As the night went on, Severus found himself quite drunk. He had lost track of the amount of wine he drank and admittedly eaten far too little. He found himself laying across a chaise lounge with one leg thrown over the arm, the other on the floor. His eyes were closed with his right arm draped over his eyes.
"Severus?" Narcissa purred. "Sev... get up. It's time for your present."
He only growled. His head hurt and he would rather die than sit up right now.
"Severus, get up," She sounded annoyed now. Reluctantly, he lowered his limbs one at a time to push himself up to a proper seated position. He looked around and noted everyone was gone. Narcissa stood with her hands on her narrow hips, one leg bent to display her delectable arse that he needed to take a bite out of.
Where did that thought come from? He scoffed. Too much wine.
"I don't need a gift," he murmured, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Oh...no. This one, brother, you'll like." Lucius chuckled, grabbing under the younger man's arm and pulling him to stand. "Let's go upstairs."
XOX
Severus staggered behind his friends, struggling to climb the numerous marble stairs as he desperately clutched the handrail. His lecherous brain kept screaming at him to peek under her skirt or try to run his fingers, or better yet, his tongue up her inner thigh and taste her c—
Stop. That is your best friend's wife. He's like a brother to you.
But the wine made his head spin and his cock hard. How many times had he drawn the curtains around his bed and wanked off to the thought of her lips around his aching length? She was absolutely beautiful. His right hand late at night was the closest he'd ever come to a woman, let alone one as perfect as Narcissa.
He reached down to adjust himself in his trousers, bumping into the wall and drawing Lucius' attention. The blond merely winked at him as he reached down to palm his wife's bum...
Bloody hell....
Lucius was lifting her skirt... revealing the milky globes over her perfect arse which was oh, so gently caressed by Slytherin green lace which hardly covered anything. Severus closed his eyes and inhaled, swearing he could actually smell her arousal. But he knew that wasn't possible. Even if it was, it wouldn't be for him.
Before he knew it, he was being ushered into their bedroom, which he found completely odd. He stood there, dumbly, as he watched Lucius pull Narcissa toward the center of the room. He somehow found himself walking over to a settee and sitting down as his eyes never left the couple. His right hand darted out, squeezing the velvety armrest of the furniture as Lucius started to kiss his wife's neck. The cold, gray eyes locked onto his obsidian ones and never looked away. They looked... amused. Severus swallowed deeply, watching as Narcissa's chest rose rapidly, dulcet whimpers escaping as her husband nuzzled her neck, strong hands reaching up to palm her breast.
They were speaking but he couldn't focus. He was too distracted, too drunk, too aroused.
"Severus," the breathy whisper from Narcissa pulled his mind back to reality, his eyes glancing to hers as he felt his cheeks blush.
"Have you ever been with a woman before?"
His Adam's apple bobbed as he looked to the floor, shaking his head before he hung it in embarrassment.
"Look at me," Lucius commanded. Severus immediately obeyed. There was something about Lucius' tone that left no room for argument. "How drunk are you?"
Severus shrugged, not trusting his words.
"Do you want my wife, Severus?"
"I—" he wasn't sure how to respond to that.
"I know you do— we both do," the blond man whispered. "You've gandered her for years."
Severus puffed up his chest, prepared to deny everything but was quickly silenced with Malfoy's hand raising, calming the young wizard's temper.
"It's ok. Truly. She wants you too, don't you, Darling?"
Narcissa whimpered as Lucius made his way under the skirt of her dress, rubbing her soaked knickers against her glistening folds. Her eyes snapped up to Severus, hypnotizing him with her lustful gaze.
"Admit it, Snape. And I might let you have a taste."
Severus struggled, he wanted to deny it but the damned wine was making him braver than he should be.
"Yes." He answered huskily.
Lucius grinned, quickly releasing his wife and commanding her to go lie on the bed. He sauntered to the attached loo, his own erection proudly on display within his trousers. He returned quickly, fingering a small bottle of Sober-up potion.
"We will share the bottle," he explained. "Sobering us enough to remember, but not so much as to lose our nerve."
Lucius extended his hand, handing the bottle to a Severus first, before drinking his portion. He walked over to Narcissa, drinking the last bit from the bottle before grabbing her chin and pulling her into a kiss. Severus watched as a few droplets of the potion drizzled down her cheek as her husband had transferred the liquid through their kiss, and groaned.
The potion worked quickly. The fog was gone but he still felt loose enough to enjoy himself. He leaned back against the velvety settee and enjoyed the show. Their potion-exchange had turned into a heated kiss and Severus was more than eager to watch it unfold. Narcissa crawled deeper into the bed, resting her head against a downy pillow as Lucius crawled on top of her. Severus groaned, discovering this voyeuristic side of himself and wanting nothing more than to stroke his cock, but he wasn't sure if that was rude.
Lucius rocked back on his heels, kneeling between his wife's legs as she frantically started to unbutton his shirt. The blond spoke over his shoulder to the younger man. "Come over here, Severus. I want to teach you how to fuck."
Severus practically sprinted to the bed, his eighteen year old body craving the carnal knowledge he was getting ready to be blessed with. He stood at the side of the bed, awkwardly, until Lucius snorted and grabbed his arm, pulling Severus up beside himself.
"The first thing you'll want to know, Severus, is that a woman needs to be ready for you. You'll need to prepare her," Lucius purred as he slowly slid his hands up her thighs, allowing them to disappear beneath her clothes. Narcissa laid back, having successfully undone her husband's shirt, arching her back against his ministrations. Severus furrowed his brow, biting on his lower lip to focus so that he wouldn't completely embarrass himself.
Lucius glanced over, chuckling at his friend's stiff posture. "Relax, Severus. If you're tense, your partner will be tense. Even if you have no idea what you're doing, she...or he," Lucius smirked, "doesn't need to know, as long as you are confident and commanding. Now," he looked at his wife, "my wife is overdressed. Why don't you do the honors?"
Severus noticed the way Lucius' fingers glistened with her arousal as he slid them out of her tight little cunt. He was taken aback when the blond brought his fingers to his mouth.
"Have a taste," Lucius commanded.
Severus only hesitated for a moment before parting his lips and sucking off the sweet nectar that had been collected. He closed his eyes and moaned, forgetting that he had another man's fingers in his mouth until Lucius cleared his throat. Snape immediately released him, noting how the other man seemed to be blushing just as much as he was.
Lucius crawled to the head of the bed, taking his shirt off but leaving his trousers on, as he settled his wife between his legs, giving him the best angle to teach Severus.
"Go on then," Lucius prodded. "Undress her."
Severus nodded, scooting closer to the witch. He lifted the hem of her dress, slowly tugging it up above her waist. He moaned when he saw her sex up close for the first time. It was more than he could have hoped for when he saw her sodden knickers clinging to her folds. He inhaled deeply, smelling what surely was going to be his new amortentia scent. She smelled distinctly feminine, a little sweet mixed with a hint of musk, and completely irresistible. Lucius couldn't resist, reaching around to rub her clit with his middle finger, teasing her with his glacial pace, causing her to buck against his hand and moan, begging for more.
"The clitoris, Severus, is a very sensitive organ for a woman. Most men are too selfish to focus on this delightful little button, but if you want a witch to soak your cock and beg for more, I suggest you memorize this spot."
Snape nodded his head, unable to look away. He slowly remembered he was currently unwrapping his birthday gift and continued to raise her dress, exposing her delicious body to his hungry eyes one agonizing inch at a time. He was immediately drawn to her milky breasts, thankful that they weren't hidden behind some ridiculous brassiere. His eyes darkened, starting to reach for the soft flesh before stopping himself. Gray eyes snapped to black, sparkling with amusement. Slowly, Lucius reached around to cup his wife's breasts, pushing them together and presenting them to his friend. Severus longed to rub his cock between her delightful cleavage.
"Have a taste," Lucius offered. "Cissa, tell him what you like."
Severus reached out and grabbed her breasts a bit too roughly. She gently reached to grab his hands, molding hers around his own, showing him how to gently knead her chest. She settled back against her husband as Severus took over the action.
"Mmm, just like that, Severus." Narcissa sighed. "Touch my nipples, pluck them gently until they stiffen."
Severus found himself incredibly grateful that the woman was so vocal in teaching him what she liked, he'd definitely insist this from his lovers from this point forward. Severus Snape never did anything half-arsed, and love making would not be a failing point from him. If he couldn't lure women with his looks, he'd make them beg for his skills. He gently started pulling at her nipples, giddy when they pebbled beneath his touch.
"Mmmm that's so good, Severus. Just like that." Narcissa started to arch, her hips seemed to buck against her own will, body begging to get filled. "Lick them," she whined.
He lowered his head, tongue stiffened into a peak so he could flick it against her nipples, switching from one breast to the other as Lucius continued to hold them for his friend. His licks turned into sloppy kisses and before he knew it, his face was buried in her cleavage as he feasted from the soft, pillowy flesh, groaning hungrily as the witch started to grind against his thigh.
"Take off my knickers," Narcissa whimpered. Severus raised his head, looking so boyishly handsome with his mused hair as he felt his cock harden even more and tried his damndest to hold on. Lucius seemed to sense this.
"Men don't work like women, as I'm sure you know. Bring your witch to orgasm first, at least once, before you penetrate her. Not only is it important to not be a selfish partner, but her cunt will be even tighter, which in turn increases your pleasure."
Severus delicately worked his fingers under the elastic of her knickers, slowly pulling them down her thighs, groaning at the very wet spot she had left behind. He considered stuffing them in his pocket as some sort of disturbing trophy but thankfully talked himself out of it. The downy curls at the apex of her thighs were utterly drenched and he wanted to nuzzle his face between her milky thighs. He had heard in the common room about wizards hating this, but, looking at her now, squirming beneath Lucius' finger, lips parting with her arousal as he continued to work her, Severus could think of nothing else.
He glanced up at Lucius who was preoccupied with kissing his wife. He watched as Lucius reached down, thumbing her clit for a moment before bringing it to her mouth, telling her to suck. Fuck that was sexy. Feeling less self-conscious with the couple distracted, he slid back a bit so he could lay on his stomach, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of his hard cock, as he spread her legs wide and buried his face in her delicious cunt.
"Oh!" she breathed, thighs clamping tightly around Severus' head, startling him. Unsure of what to do, he simply ran his hands down the outside of her thighs, turning his head slightly and nipping at her soft flesh until she opened like a blooming flower. He instantly blushed, rubbing his neck sheepishly.
"Sorry," he winced.
"No, no... you just surprised me. Please..."
Severus looked up to Lucius who smiled. "You'll want to start off soft. Cissa likes long, slow licks to start; like an ice cream."
Severus bent his head and tried again, heeding Lucius' advice. The woman stiffened, arching her back and moaning delightfully.
"Ohhh, oh gods, yes! So.... So good," she moaned. Severus couldn't help but smile, feeling more confident. His hips started moving of their own accord, grinding his needy cock against the mattress, desperate to find relief. It was primal— an instinct, as he started rutting the silken sheets like a fucking dog, but he couldn't help it. He continued on for a few moments until Lucius chuckled, offering advice to move things along.
"Take your hands and hold her thighs open. You should be commanding, but not rough. The closer she gets to orgasm, she will try to close her legs. This one likes to fight her orgasms," he chuckled. "Good," he commented when Severus obeyed. "Now, insert a finger or two while you keep licking. Try to feel for a bumpy texture. That's the most important spot to hit...that goes for your cock too. Good yes... just... curl your fingers a bit..."
As if on cue, Narcissa cried out, arching off the bed with shaking thighs. "Oh gods! Fuck! Severus!"
Severus wanted to pound his chest, absolutely preening from the pleasure he had brought her. The sweet smell of her release, the way her cunt suckled his fingers, milking his digits as it begged for his seed.
"Well done!" Lucius cooed as his wife finally settled down. "Cissa doesn't usually come quite that quick. You're a fast learner."
"Thank you," he beamed, wiping her juices from his face.
"Tsk tsk. That won't do..."
"What?"
"Don't wipe her off...kiss her... let her taste herself on your lips."
Severus looked confused for a moment but quickly scrambled on top, seeking her swollen lips and pressing his against hers. He chastised himself, coaching his body to slow down lest he look like an over-eager virginal school boy... even though that was exactly what he was.
The witch beneath him started to squirm, running her fingers through his hair as he growled. "Such a good boy for me... you know just what I need, don't you? So sexy." He had always been sensitive about his looks but if the witch didn't seem to mind, he wouldn't distract himself at the current moment. She tugged his hair with one hand, jerking his head back so she could feast against his throat.
"Fuck" he growled.
She felt so good, he wanted– no, needed to get inside her. Now. The witch seemed to sense this, dropping her other hand to his bum and pulling him against her sex so she could grind against his erection.
"Merlin," he gasped again, tearing her away from his neck so he could nuzzle hers. He felt Lucius pull his wife's hair out of the way, giving Severus room to work, which he found oddly arousing. He had started to buck his hips against her, mirroring her motions as he simulated sex. He was getting close... too close.
"Hold on, Severus." Lucius chuckled. Snape scowled, unwilling to stop when his orgasm was so close. Reluctantly, he slid back and sat against his heels.
"Don't you want to fuck her?"
"What–?"
"Take off your trousers and pants, Severus." Narcissa leaned up, licking one of his nipples, making him hiss. "I need to feel you buried inside me... now," she muttered against his skin as she started biting him. She reclined, reaching down to slide a finger inside herself, curling thrusting so as to not lose her impending orgasm as her husband started circling her clit softly.
I can't...I'm too close, it'll be humiliating...
Severus looked terrified, unable to explain this to the more experienced couple. Lucius, yet again, knew just what to do.
"It's ok, Severus. No one lasts long. We have all night," he whispered softly.
Stealing his nerves, Severus hung his head, allowing his hair to curtain around his face as he usually did when he wanted to hide. He slowly slid his pants down, hesitating until the witch vanished his clothing.
"Hey!" he snapped.
"I'm impatient," she giggled. "Now... come fuck me."
"Oh gods," he whispered, stroking his length once, biting his lip as he tried to hold on. He swallowed hard. He could physically feel the heat emanating from her core, beckoning his twitching cock to enter. He rubbed himself against her juices once...twice...
"Mmmmph fuck," he whispered. He felt as the head of his cock nudged against her opening and he held himself completely still and thought of England.
Nope. Not working. Fuck. Fuck. Newt eyes... bubotuber pus... juicing a leech... yes... Ok....
He supported himself on one arm as he hovered above her and very slowly rocked inside of her. He closed his eyes and hissed. She was so incredibly warm... scalding, actually. And wet... Gods was she wet... from him... for him. Her muscles quivered against him, squeezing his shaft tightly, trying to pull his seed from his body. He was quivering, sinewy muscles rippling beneath his skin as he tried to hold himself completely still.
Move, mate... you've got to move...
He slowly withdrew, cool air mixing with the nectar that clung to his cock. He missed her heat and surged forward again... and again... and–
"Oh, Fuck!" he roared, spilling his seed inside her as his whole body convulsed. His hips slammed against her as he rode out his orgasm. It was more powerful than anything he could have imagined. If he wasn't careful, fucking would become an addiction.
After a few seconds, he pulled out, unable to help the smile that blessed his face. He felt amazing! Slightly embarrassed but....
"How'd it feel?" Lucius spoke, still underneath his wife. Severus turned to look at the man, noting all three of them were now completely nude. Perhaps the evening wasn't over?
"Exquisite," he breathed.
Cissa giggled, ending with a breathy moan as her husband started to pluck her nipples. "Do you want more, Severus?"
"Yes."
"Lay back, beside Lucius."
Severus obeyed, his cock already starting to show signs of life. Lucius had his arm slung behind Severus, pulling him close in a familiar, comradery-type display. Severus tried to not look, but couldn't help but steal a glance at the blond wizard's cock. It stood proudly, veins bulging beneath the skin, a bead of precum clung to the tip of his foreskin—they seemed equally matched at least.
Cissa turned, crawling on all fours over to both men; she looked like a predator... a hungry predator. She licked her lips before looking at Severus, lowering her lips over her husband's length. She moaned, closing her eyes as she took as much of him inside her throat. She reached under, rolling his bollocks as she stroked what she couldn't fit in her mouth.
Lucius groaned, squeezing Snape's shoulder which seemed to both arouse and confuse the young man. Surely he should feel more awkward than this... yes? But it just felt so... right, so natural. There was the additional pleasure that his confusion would likely infuriate his da. Tobias Snape would never accept a poof for a son—not that he was one— he was very much enjoying the witch beneath him. Still, his father had enough difficulty accepting the way Severus had already changed throughout the years, fighting hard to lose his accent, to carry himself taller and more confident, erasing all traces of his scum of a father.
Cissa continued for a little longer before switching over to Severus. His cock had fully recovered and was more than ready to feel the heat of her mouth. It seemed similar to her cunt, still warm and wet but not as tight. But then she sucked and he saw stars.
Oh Merlin. It was good. Everything this witch did felt amazing.
He couldn't wait to bury himself inside her again. She switched between the two men several times, making them both crazy. Their hips bucked, thrusting into her mouth as they both started to lose their minds. Suddenly, she stopped, leaving Severus cold and alone as she straddled her husband, sheathing her tight cunt around his cock. She started rocking back and forth, moaning and tugging on her nipples. Lucius kept his eyes on hers as his skillful fingers wrapped around her waist, helping to grind her clit against his pubic bone. Severus stared at where they were joining, unable to look away.
"Lay at the foot of the bed, Severus, your legs on the outside of Lucius'," Narcissa commanded.
Severus grabbed a pillow and quickly moved into position. The men had their legs loosely draped over each other so their cocks were nearly touching. Narcissa slowly rose, turning so she could slide back over her husband in the opposite direction so she could face Severus. He bit his lip as he watched her lips spread wide over Lucius' cock as she slid down, moaning. Severus watched as the glistening cock disappeared within her as she slammed her hips down in time with his thrusts.
Suddenly, she leaned forward, sealing her lips around Snape's cock. He threw his head back, groaning. He felt her suction release, both men groaning as she stood to change positions. She turned, lowering herself on Severus as she faced Lucius. She undulated her hips, grinding against his cock before she leaned forward to taste her husband, she continued to glide across Snape, who hissed and growled like some sort of feral animal, pleased he was able to last longer.
After a few moments, she rose, crawling over to her husband, glistening pink lips on display to the young wizard as she whispered something in his ear. Lucius peered around her shoulder, smirking as he nodded. They both sat up, facing the dark wizard with mischievous smirks.
"My wife is dying to try double penetration, what do you say?"
Severus stared at the couple, wanting to pinch himself because surely this was some sort of dream. Cissa took advantage of his silence and mounted the younger wizard. She rubbed her breasts in his face, keening when he managed to capture a nipple, rubbing his tongue against the peaks before nipping gently.
"Ohhh, more! Please... more," she moaned, aligning herself with his shaft. She lowered herself quickly, digging her nails into his chest as she rode him quickly.
Severus grabbed her hips, lowering his head to the pillow as he bent his knees to help himself thrust up into her. Suddenly, he felt her insides quiver, he grit his teeth against the urge to ejaculate. She scratched his chest as she rode him harder and harder, screaming out his name before collapsing on his chest.
Severus started to pull out but she stopped him. "No... stay inside me. We aren't finished yet."
Oh fucking hell. That was so arousing.
Lucius nestled up against the joined couple, massaging her arse as he summoned a jar of lubricant. "Here's a first for all of us tonight, Severus," Lucius chuckled. "This will feel a bit odd, I imagine... we will be able to feel each other. It's supposed to be quite spectacular for all parties. But the witch needs to be incredibly relaxed. Thanks for assisting my wife with that, Severus."
Snape smirked, nuzzling his cheek against the top of Cissa's head. He finally felt like he belonged somewhere, odd as it was. He noted how the witch tensed as Lucius lubricated her tight little pucker. Lucius aligned himself with her, slowly guiding his length in. He grunted, stopping for a moment.
Speaking through clenched teeth, he addressed Severus. "Anal sex," he rasped, "is not something one just tries on a whim. Narcissa and I have performed this many times before. However, with your sizable cock inside her... it makes it quite..."
"Tight," Severus groaned, clenching his teeth.
"Yes."
The witch started to groan, arching her back as a thin layer of sweat covered her body.
"Are you okay?" Severus whispered.
"Yes," she smiled. "Just full. But Lucius will take his time, he always does."
Seemingly satisfied, Severus returned his focus on the blond wizard who looked so incredibly masculine– dominant as he focused on his wife's most private area. Severus was drawn like a moth to a flame, eager to learn everything this wizard had to offer.
"Shite," Snape muttered. "Is–is that you?"
Lucius only grinned. "Indeed. Can you feel me?"
"Oh, gods... yes." he growled. Severus groaned as he felt the tip of Lucius' cock rub against his own head. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before.
Off in the distance he could hear Cissa panting and moaning like a proper wench, but all he could hear was his pulsating blood and his own breathing. He felt Lucius start to speed up, and unable to remain still any longer, he started to thrust as well. He tried to thrust at the same time as Lucius, but it was too tight, and slightly painful for Narcissa. He timed his thrusts opposite of Lucius then, feeling his cock glide against Lucius' in the most intimate of ways, sharing this magnificent woman. He wanted to cry. He wanted to orgasm. He wanted...
"Oh, fuck, Love! I'm going to come... oh... mmmm." Cissa started begging for the men to take her harder, faster.
Both wizards dutifully obeyed, sweating and snarling as they took her roughly. She finally released, screaming as she squirted her juices down Severus' shaft, dripping down his bollocks as she contorted against her husband. Lucius growled as his hips thrust once more, in time with Severus, as both men emptied their seed within her.
The trio collapsed into a sweaty, naked pile, completely satisfied and exhausted. Lucius had the strength to grab his wand and summon a blanket to drape over them before they all fell asleep; Severus in the middle, being caressed by his best friend and his first-ever lover. It was, indeed, a very good present.
A/N: I like to think of this as a sort of Prequel to my multi-chapter piece, Black Eyed Boy. This touches on Severus' relationship to the Malfoy family and ties in nicely with that piece.
Super thankful for my alpha and beta, SyrenGrey and Bondgirltrb
**I am not JKR and do not own any of these characters nor do I make a profit from any of this**