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"Dad! Dad, look!"
A flick of a wand, and sparks erupted from the tip, bright and white, a veritable shower of magic.
"Excellent, darling," Severus said. "I believe you've found your wand."
"Really?" Gemma said.
A wide smile lit up her impish face, the fading sparks reflected in her dark eyes, which were so similar to her father's.
"I could try others," she said, and looked at Harrie for guidance. "Maybe I'd get even more sparks with a different wand."
"That's the one," Harrie said, smiling at her. "The wand chooses the witch, you know. And this wand chose you."
Gemma ran a hand down the length of white wood, then gripped the wand with both hands, brandishing it as if it were heavy sword.
"Aspen, unicorn hair, eleven inches," Ollivander's niece said, with a brisk nod toward Gemma. "Rather bendy. Outstanding for charmwork."
"And in Defense?" Gemma asked.
She swished the wand around like she was slashing an invisible opponent, producing another burst of sparks.
"It will serve you well in all areas of magic," Ollivander's niece said.
"I know a lot of Defense spells," Gemma informed her, primly. "Daddy taught me everything he knows."
Remus had been giving her private lessons over the summer, because she was just so impatient to start school she wouldn't stop asking.
"Maybe I'll vanquish a troll like Mum did."
"This was not meant to be an example to emulate," Severus said, with a side-look at Harrie, like she was the one responsible for their daughter's adventurous spirit.
"Trolls are immune to most common spells," Gemma started to recite, "so I'll need to do it like you did, Mum, and make his club levitate. Then I'll drop it down on his head. That'd get him."
"There won't be any trolls at Hogwarts," Severus said.
"Well, you never know..." Harrie mused.
Another side-eye. Harrie smiled at her husband. He was past fifty now, and in recent years he'd developed a white streak in his hair, growing from his left temple and running down the length of his head. It gave him an additional air of gravitas, and played off his black hair and black eyes exceptionally well.
"No trolls," he said to Gemma, in his firm dad tone.
"Not even for my birthday?"
"If the Hat doesn't call out Gryffindor the moment it touches your head, I'll eat my wand," Severus said.
Ollivander's niece extended her hand, asking for Gemma's wand.
"I'll wrap it up for you," she said.
"Can't I keep it?"
"You'll get it on the first day of school, as we agreed," Severus said.
"But Dad—"
Severus was unmoved by her plea, so Gemma turned to Harrie, who was often far more lenient than him.
"Mum..."
"It's only in a week, sweetie," Harrie said. "And you wouldn't be allowed to cast spells anyway."
With a pout, Gemma handed off her wand.
They left the shop, and stepped into the busy streets of Diagon Alley. A crowd of wizards and witches swarmed under the afternoon sun, some accompanied by their children looking to buy school supplies, others on their own, perusing the various knick-knacks and wonders one could find here.
Summer was still in full force, the air sweltering and dry, especially with so many people around, so Harrie cast a Cooling Charm on all three of them as they headed down the street, Gemma sandwiched between them.
A light, pleasant breeze hit them when they entered Madam Malkin's, the shop enchanted to offer a cool and calm atmosphere to its patrons. They were greeted by a shop assistant who served them tea and an assortment of biscuits, before Madam Malkin herself came to meet them.
"Ah, young Miss Potter-Snape," she said with a sly smile toward Gemma. "Here for your school robes, then."
She made Gemma stand on a stool, and gossiped as she worked, like always.
"The younger Malfoy boy was here just earlier... He'll join his brother Scorpius in Slytherin, that boy, mark my words. Ah, but poor Astoria was looking rather frail. All this heat, I'm afraid... Have you kept close to the Malfoys at all?"
"Moderately," Harrie said.
She had testified to keep them out of Azkaban, and Severus had rekindled his friendship with Lucius and Narcissa, Harrie tagging along for those social visits, though Remus always stayed at home. More recently, Hermione and Ron's daughter had struck a friendship with Scorpius, and the two kids had gone over to each other's house over the summer.
"But of course you're much closer to the Weasleys... I was rather surprised to see Mrs. Granger-Weasley is expecting again! Though it's true that the Weasleys have always had lots of children. Perhaps they won't even stop at three..."
She gave a flick of her wand, and the black robes Gemma had on tightened around her frame, the fabric adjusting itself.
"And yourself? Are you planning for a third at all?"
Harrie exchanged a glance with Severus.
"We've been thinking about it," she said.
"Oh really?" Madam Malkin said, her head snapping up, her nostrils flaring, looking every bit like a shark suddenly sensing blood—or a delicious rumor.
"There's nothing decided at this point in time," Severus said.
"I want a baby brother," Gemma said.
"You already have one."
"I want another one."
Madam Malkin smiled, and made further comments on the general state of the wizarding world, and the baby boom that had followed the end of the war. Harrie had waited a few years before they tried for a baby. Gemma was eleven now, and Elias was nine. She felt ready for a third kid.
Madam Malkin would be tattling to her next customer, and the rumor would spread like wildfire. 'Oh, have you heard the latest? The Potter-Snape-Lupins are having a third child.' Maybe the Prophet would run a piece on that, in third or fourth page. It was all fine. Harrie was no longer bothered by how she was perceived publicly. And anyway, her reputation was stellar these days, even if her name had been smeared in the papers right after Voldemort's defeat.
Now, as they walked down Diagon Alley, they turned some heads, but the majority of people were used to her romantic situation, and didn't care. They did care about her fame, though. Even twenty years after, that hadn't waned. Harrie was stopped several times and asked for an autograph, which she provided quickly, exchanging a few words with the person.
She was also stopped two times by concerned parents who wanted to discuss how their child was doing in her class. Muggles Studies used to be seen as an unimportant class, but since Harrie had been teaching it, it had gained some prestige, and so Harrie spent some time chatting with two mothers of Pure-blood families.
Severus had let Gemma peek at various shop windows while Harrie was busy, and when she joined them, Gemma was pointing excitedly at something.
"Mum, look! They're selling a solid gold cauldron!"
Severus was glaring daggers at the offending instrument, looking like he was considering marching in there and giving the shopkeeper a lengthy lecture on cauldron quality and why gold was a terrible, terrible choice.
"Oh yeah," Harrie said. "I wanted the same one at your age. Hagrid didn't let me get one."
"Dad..."
"No," Severus bit out. "Absolutely not. I'll buy you a broom before I'd let you even entertain the thought of buying that monstrosity."
"A broom?"
"We said second year for the broom," Harrie reminded her gently.
"But you got one in your first year!"
"Your mother was a rule breaker from the start," Severus said. "Again, not an example to follow."
Gemma wore her disappointed face for a while, then quickly forgot about it once they entered the pet shop.
"A reasonable one!" Severus called after her as she rushed in. "No baby dragon!"
"They don't sell baby dragons," Harrie said.
"She'd find one anyway."
Gemma came back with a Pigmy Puff. The fluffy little ball was nestled in her arms, nuzzling into her chest, making soft, happy sounds. It was also very pink.
"This is Mister Fluffles," she said, stroking the back of the creature.
It squeaked, and suddenly fluffed up, more than tripling in size, its fur exploding into a round, fuzzy ball.
"So cute!" Gemma cooed.
She lifted hopeful eyes toward Severus, knowing he was the one she had to convince.
"Dad, can I have him? Please, please? I know the list said we could only bring a cat, a toad, or an owl, but Rose's got a Pigmy Puff and it sleeps with her in the dormitory, so it's allowed even if it's not on the list."
"Of course you can have him."
He reached out and ruffled her hair. She smiled, gave a kiss to Mister Fluffles' head, hidden in all that voluminous fur. The Pigmy Puff started purring, climbed onto her shoulders, and settled near her throat for a nap.
They bought food for Mister Fluffles, as well as a booklet about the care of Pigmy Puffs. It was co-authored by Fred and George, since they had created the species. Gemma was adamant she already knew everything there was to know, and that Rose could give her tips.
"You'll be best friends with Squeaky," she informed a sleeping Mister Fluffles.
Harrie made her promise she'd read the booklet anyway.
They threaded their way through the crowded streets once more, and met up Remus and Elias, who were eating ice cream at Florean Fortescue's, seated outside on a bench.
"There's my little girl," Remus said with a smile, which only widened when he spotted the Pigmy Puff snoring on Gemma's shoulder. "Oh, hello you. I thought you said you wanted a cat?"
"Mister Fluffles is better than a cat," Gemma said.
Elias blinked large brown eyes at the creature, seemingly so transfixed he forgot about his ice cream for a moment.
"Can I pet him?" he asked.
"No. You'll wake him."
"Mum, can I pet him?"
"Once he's awake, sweetheart. Pigmy Puffs need a lot of sleep."
"Okay..." he said, a bit disgruntled.
He looked remarkably similar to Remus with his nose all scrunched up like that. While Gemma had gotten Harrie's general facial features, and her hair, Elias had inherited nearly everything from Remus. The only sign Harrie was his mother was that little tuft of hair that refused to lay flat, sticking up near his forehead.
Harrie told Remus about Gemma's wand while Severus went inside to get ice creams for them. They sat down, and enjoyed a frozen treat. Gemma offered her ice cream to Mister Fluffles, who woke up and licked the vanilla ice cream with his long tongue, purring harder.
"They love sugar," Gemma said, giggling. "And it's good for them!"
"Wretched creatures," Severus commented.
"What does 'wretched' mean?" Elias asked, eyes narrowed.
"It means your father already loves Mister Fluffles a lot," Harrie said. "Calling anyone 'wretched' is how he shows affection."
Severus flashed her a sharp smile. On Gemma's shoulder, the Pigmy Puff yawned, then nuzzled her cheek. She quickly motioned for Elias to come closer, and showed him how to pet the small creature so he enjoyed it. He seemed to love scratches behind his ears.
"I wish I could come to class with you," Elia said, the bite of envy turning his tone sour.
"We'll still see each other a lot. I'll just be sleeping in my House dormitory. I'll tell you all about my troll-slaying adventures at breakfast, promise."
Remus set a hand on Elias' back.
"You only have two more years to wait," he told him.
"I know, Dad. I can count."
"And you'll get a wand, and a Pigmy Puff," Gemma said.
"I don't want a Pigmy Puff! I'll get an owl. Or a snake."
"You can't get a snake. That's not allowed."
"Mum will make it allowed," Elias retorted.
"Why do you even want a snake? You can't pet a snake. And you have to feed them live mice."
They squabbled about what the best pet was, and Harrie ate her ice cream and enjoyed the moment. A day out in Diagon Alley, with her two husbands and her two children, perfect in every way.
Eventually, they got up to head back home. Severus kissed her, because he could, and because he was much more affectionate now that their relationship was no longer a secret. He kissed her all the time, whether it was quick pecks on her cheek or thorough, knickers-dampening kisses.
This kiss was a very chaste one. Gemma still covered Mister Fluffles' eyes.
"Don't look. It's adult stuff."
They walked to a more isolated spot specifically reserved for Apparitions, waited until the previous family had cleared the space. They all linked hands, and Severus took them away in a swift Side-Along Apparition.
It was raining when they landed, the sky partly clouded, a light drizzle coming down. Their summer house stood a few miles inland, on the South Coast, close to a charming little wizarding village. They stayed there over the holidays, and lived at Hogwarts during the school year.
As they entered the house, an owl flew in with them, carrying a letter. He dropped it into Severus' hands, then took off again with a low hoot.
"From Minerva," Severus said, perusing the letter. "Ah, of course. Like every year," he said, and handed off the letter to Remus.
"The Board made last minute changes to the curriculum," Remus said as he read. "Potions only... no, Defense as well. Nothing on Muggle Studies."
"As always, I'm spared," Harrie said, shrugging. "No one cares about the content of my classes. I could teach those kids anything."
"Is it bad?" Gemma asked, looking at all three of them with a confused expression.
"The usual hand-wringing about teaching the students too many advanced spells and potions," Remus said. "Things they deem too dark."
"But you don't teach dark magic," Gemma said.
"We don't, sweetie, but some see it differently."
"Don't worry," Harrie said, smiling at her daughter. "Your dads will handle it. They always do."
"I'll fire off a quick note to Minerva," Remus said.
McGonagall had been the Headmistress since Severus has resigned from the post, a few days after Voldemort's defeat. In the same time frame, Dumbledore had recovered from the poison, and had immediately announced his retirement. Harrie had seen him a few times in the years after the war, at galas and various official events. She'd been coldly polite towards him, while he'd been his normal self.
He had made it clear he understood Severus' actions, and held no grudge. That wasn't the case at all for Severus, who had never forgiven him for his willingness to sacrifice Harrie's life. Remus likewise had only contempt for the old wizard. Every time Dumbledore had been in Harrie's vicinity, he had found himself the target of a double glare from her husbands, and these days, he made himself very scarce.
He had sent a couple of presents when the kids had been born, which Harrie had kept since they were well-chosen, but he no longer had any involvement in her personal life. She had returned the subsequent presents received for the kids' birthdays, stating in no uncertain terms that her children didn't need another grandfather. The presents had stopped around Gemma's sixth birthday. The kids had only seen Dumbledore from afar, and that was exactly how Harrie wanted it.
Sometimes, while they were making love and Severus was in the heat of the moment, he still offered to kill him. That usually made Harrie and Remus come very quickly.
The sun dipped toward the horizon, the rain worsening as evening arrived. They ate dinner, a coconut-lime chicken with fried rice and garlic bread, which the kids devoured. Severus did most of the cooking, though Harrie and Remus stepped in as well for less elaborate meals.
They spent the evening playing Monopoly. Severus won, after making a secret alliance with Gemma. Then it was time for the kids to head to bed.
Gemma brought Mister Fluffles in bed with her, and the Pigmy Puff nestled in the crook of her throat, purring loudly. Harrie kissed her goodnight, did the same for Elias. She warded both their doors, as she did every night, even though the war was long over and her life hadn't been threatened since then. She still needed to make sure her babies were safe, for her own peace of mind.
In the kitchen, Remus and Severus were talking. Remus liked to have a warm glass of milk in the evening, and he prepared one for Harrie too, who had adopted the same habit. Severus drank coffee, even at nine o'clock in the evening, because his body did not answer to the limits of mere mortals.
From the way they looked at her when she entered the room, she could tell what they'd been talking about. She had brought up the subject about a month ago, because she felt ready for it. And she wanted it.
A third kid.
Severus and Remus had said they shouldn't take that decision hastily, and they'd talked about it, here and there, often in the evenings when the kids were asleep. In Harrie's eyes, there was really no reason not to do it. They were all making a very decent living, they had stable jobs, and while there currently wasn't a fourth bedroom in the house, it could be fixed quickly with a little magic.
"Talking about expanding the family?" she teased them.
"We were," Remus said, offering her a warm mug of milk.
"You haven't changed your mind," Severus said, which wasn't really a question.
"I want us to be six," she said.
"But we are. Or are you not counting Mister Fluffles as part of our family?"
She snorted.
"Seven, then. Very sorry I forgot Mister Fluffles."
"I promise I won't tell Gemma."
She smiled, savoring her milk. Remus had added a dash of cinnamon to it, just the way she liked it.
"We've landed on a yes," Severus said. "Both of us."
"I knew you would," she said, grinning at both her husbands. "Alright, so what did you decide?"
They had used magic for Gemma and Elias, to make sure Gemma was Severus' and Elias Remus'. She had made clear she didn't have any preference when it came to the father of a potential third child. She loved Severus and Remus equally, and couldn't choose anyway, so she had told them to work it out between them.
They exchanged a look, and she recognized it as the secretive look they sometimes shared when they were planning a surprise for her. She had learned to recognize it over the years.
"What is it?"
"Tell her," Remus said.
Severus looked at her from over the rim of his coffee cup, his black eyes gleaming.
"A contest," he said. "We both stop using contraception spells, we both come inside you, and we leave it to chance this time. The best man gets you pregnant."
"That's unexpectedly hot," she said, her belly clenching in anticipation.
"It's Severus' idea," Remus said.
Harrie drew her wand out, cast a quick spell. Blue light flashed at the end of the holly stick.
"Hey look, I'm right in my most fertile period."
"Shall we retire to the bedroom?" Severus said.
"Yes, let's," Remus agreed. "It's been a long day. We should treat our wife, Severus."
They started by giving her a massage. Harrie sat on the bed, which was large enough for the three of them, and Remus kneaded the muscles of her shoulders while Severus took care of her legs. Their expert hands brought her to a state of complete relaxation, until she was leaning back into Remus, eyes closed, moaning her appreciation.
Severus' hands ventured further up, sliding under her skirt, reaching her inner thighs. He caressed the sensitive skin there, drawing closer to her knickers. His fingertips brushed across the fabric, and he smirked, his eyes darkening with lust.
"It would appear our wife is already dripping wet," he said, shifting from a feathery touch to a heavy drag over her clothed cunt.
"I wonder what triggered it..." Remus said. "Was it something we said, Harrie? Something we did?"
He licked at her ear on the last word, and she moaned, her cunt pulsing with a liquid jolt of heat.
"Something we did," Remus said, triumphant.
He smoothed his thumb over the hollows of her shoulders, then slipped his hands lower, and cupped both her breasts, in a firm, bold motion. He kneaded the globes of flesh, pinching her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and index. Harrie arched her back, legs spreading on their own.
Severus took the invitation and slipped two fingers into her knickers and inside her, humming at how soaked he found her. He pumped his digits, slow, gliding so easily through her slickness, putting pressure on her g-spot with every inward stroke. Remus sucked at her throat, and between the stimulation of her nipples, his hot tongue laving at her pulse, and Snape's fingers filling her cunt, her body quickly began to thrum with needy heat.
Severus was smirking at her, and as always his intense focus added to her arousal, while Remus' tenderness made her melt. Hard, strong drives inside her cunt, impaling her, versus soft, cradling motions on her breasts, and the contrast had her squirming and moaning, already close in a matter of minutes.
"I can feel your cunt tightening," Severus growled, the low rumble of his words washing over her. "Are you about to squirt on my hand?"
"Sounds like she is," Remus said, and he pinched her nipples, chuckling when Harrie keened.
"Wait," she said, squirming again. "I don't—I—oh, wait, ah—want... want to suck you off first."
Severus raised an eyebrow. The maddening stimulation he was inflicting on her halted, and speaking became much easier.
"I want to come with your cocks in my mouth."
"Aren't you naughty tonight," Severus said.
He removed his fingers from her, while Remus kept caressing her breasts.
"Wanting us to spill in your mouth first," Severus mused, pushing his slick fingers between her lips.
He watched her suck on them, twirling her tongue around them, her lips tightly sealed over his knuckles.
"Mouth, then cunt?" Remus murmured, with a hot swipe of his tongue at her throat. "Is that what you want, Harrie?"
"Mmmm-mmm."
"Get on your knees, slut," Severus said.
He still called her a slut, and she was still unbelievably aroused by it. Remus joined in, sometimes, mostly around the full moon. He'd started one day when he was fucking her alone, catching her between two classes and dragging her into his office. He had thrown her down onto his desk, had rammed in from behind, stretching her cunt with his thick cock, and as Harrie was hanging on to the edge, he had jerked her head back and had snarled the word in her ear. Slut. She had come immediately, so turned on by the novelty, and Remus had emptied himself inside her barely two thrusts later.
"Are you sure you can take us both in your mouth, Harrie?" Remus asked now as he was undoing his belt. "I have my doubts."
She'd only done it a thousand times before.
"Can," she said, dropping to her knees.
"Well, if you're sure..." Severus said.
He lowered his trousers, wrapped a hand around his erection, lazily stroking himself. Remus shuffled close, doing the same. They stood side by side, both working a hand on their cocks, and both looking down at her.
They didn't love each other the way she loved them and they loved her, but they had grown from grudging mutual respect to an actual friendship over the years. They also didn't shy away from rubbing their cocks together when they were in one of her holes.
She closed one hand around each cock, moved the tight circle of her fingers up and down their shafts, adding a twisting motion at the end, slicking her palm against their leaking cockheads. After a few languid pumps, she added her mouth, lapping at the tips, in small, quick swipes of her tongue.
They both tasted the same like this, musky and male. Remus was producing more pre-cum, and breathing harder than Severus, as usual. Severus exhibited much more control, and liked to pretend whatever Harrie was doing had no effect on him—up to a certain point. Harrie enjoyed bringing him to that point, making him fall apart.
She licked down their shafts, alternating, using her hand on the cock she wasn't sucking.
"That's it, slut," Severus said, slowly thrusting into her fist while she was mouthing along Remus' cock. "Take care of us with that hot little tongue."
She slipped Remus' cockhead into her mouth, smiling at Severus, thumbing the fat head of his prick, which almost made them groan at the same time. That was one of her favorite thing: the double groan. Even better was the double orgasm, when she made them both spill at the same moment, whether it was inside her or on her. That one was rare, though.
"One cock isn't enough for you, is it, Harrie?" Remus said, his breathing shallow. "You need both. We have such a greedy wife..."
Oh, she was. And while she loved being fucked by only one of them, which happened fairly regularly, the threesomes were always a special experience, and she always came the hardest when stuffed full of their cocks.
She kept licking them until they were completely slathered in saliva, then she used both her hands, bringing their cocks together and sort of stroking them against each other. The sight made her cunt throb. All that thickness would soon go inside her.
"Take them," Severus said, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pushing her head down.
She opened her mouth wide, sliding their thick, heavy lengths in. Her lips went taut, her poor jaw straining. She could barely fit half of them both into her mouth. Bobbing her head, she took as much as she could, drooling on their cocks, grinding her thighs together.
The bedroom filled with slick, sloppy sounds. Double blowjobs were always messy. Saliva accumulated fast in her mouth, mixing with pre-cum, and spit dribbled down her chin. Sometimes one cock popped out, as Severus and Remus couldn't keep themselves from thrusting in, and she had to slip it back in, making even more of a mess.
At the moment, they were holding still, both throbbing on her tongue, so hard. She ran her hands down their lengths, and cupped their balls, gently playing with them. Remus swore, his face spasming. Severus bared his teeth, his fingers flexing in her hair.
"Mmm, good slut. You'll get exactly what you want, Harrie. A double load of cum on your pretty tongue."
She moaned around them, stuffed her mouth an inch fuller, the heat in her cunt spiking accordingly. Remus inhaled sharply. She felt his sack draw up, twitch, and then he was spurting in her mouth. She swallowed, greedily, loving every drop, her tongue rubbing against their cocks.
Remus pulled his softening prick from her mouth, knelt down, and thrust two fingers into her cunt. She emitted a muffled groan, would have wobbled if not for Severus' grip in her hair.
"Go on," he said to Remus. "Make our wife come while I fill her mouth with more cum."
Remus was never averse to taking orders from Severus. One time, he had fucked Harrie while Severus directed his every move, down to coming inside her when Severus had commanded him to. And then Severus had fucked Harrie's mouth while Remus watched.
"Are you ready to swallow again, Harrie?" Remus asked, angling his fingers perfectly, pushing them into her with long strokes.
He massaged the sensitive spot at the front of her cunt in strong motions while Severus drove his cock deep, gagging her with it. She grunted, clamping down on Remus' fingers, a hot band of pressure wrapping around her pelvis, and she teetered on the edge of ecstasy, holding herself back, wanting Severus to come first. He was just as close as her, hand clutched tight in her hair, face painted with lust, cock ready to burst.
"Aaah," he groaned. "Come on... Let go. Let—fuuuck—"
She had sucked powerfully, palming his balls at the same time, and that broke him. He cursed as he came, shooting four thick jets of cum at the back of her throat. She swallowed, crested, an electrical current lighting up her nerves, her walls fluttering madly around Remus' fingers. He praised her while her brain lit up with a burst of sensations, and then caught her when she slumped forward, panting.
"Mmm," she said, licking the cum from her lips. "Yeah. Nice."
"Good girl," Severus purred, kneeling down to kiss her.
She licked into his mouth, kissed Remus just after, sucking on his tongue.
They moved to the bed.
Harrie undressed as both her husbands watched. She peeled off her clothes slowly, making it a show, palming her revealed curves, spreading her legs so they could admire the glistening pink of her cunt. Wizards aged much more gracefully than Muggles, so even though they were both over fifty, it didn't take them long to be ready for the next round.
"We should get our cum where it's supposed to be," Severus said, grabbing her by the hips and flipping her around, on her hands and knees.
"And where's that?" she teased, reaching behind her to stroke his cock.
"In that lovely cunt of yours, wife."
Remus settled down his back, his erection jutting up, and Harrie crawled on top of him. Two pairs of hands caressed her body, Severus crowding close from behind, Remus reaching up to palm her breasts. Severus skimmed the stretch marks on her belly, murmuring hot words in her ear as he worshipped her curves, telling her how beautiful she looked, and how lucky they were to be her husbands, both of them.
It was her favorite position, riding Remus with Severus at her back, and then getting both their cocks in her cunt. They did that most often, though they switched things up from time to time, each man getting a hole, or she took one of them in her cunt while she was sucking off the other. Sometimes they were both in her arse, and Harrie had trouble sitting right for a couple of days afterward.
With a smile, she grabbed Remus' shaft, eased him inside her. He groaned as she took him to the root, his nostrils flaring. She rocked up and down, at a steady pace, enjoying the drag of his hard cock along her walls and the way he stretched her already. He stroked her breasts, gently thrusting up.
"How does he feel?" Severus said, his lips at her ears. "Does he fill you up nicely?"
"Yes..."
His hands were roaming over her, sliding down her spine, kneading her arse, smoothing lower, to her thighs, eliciting shivery waves of goosebumps everywhere.
"And do you have enough?"
"No..."
"No," he repeated, one hand skimming her belly, plunging between her spread thighs. "You're a hungry little slut, with an insatiable cunt."
He toyed with her clit, spreading her own slick up and down the sensitive nub, and her thighs quaked as she moved up and down, riding Remus. Her breath grew short. She tried to keep a slow pace, moaning each time Remus' cockhead nestled against her cervix, where he would soon come, flooding her with his seed.
His potent seed.
No contraception this time.
Severus' tongue was tracing the shell of her ear, while his hand worked on her clit, building her pleasure that much faster. There was additional pressure in her cunt when he slipped a finger in alongside Remus' cock, stretching her further. She let out a warbling keen, ground down harder, heat gathering hot and heavy in her lower belly.
"More?" Severus said.
"Please..."
He forced in a second finger, still teasing her clit, and her cunt clenched, spurting out a gush of slick fluid. Remus growled, thrusting faster, matching Severus' pace, both of them working together to drive her crazy. She gasped, her entire body trembling. Remus pinched her nipples, pushed his cock into her sharply, and Severus did the same with his fingers, biting her ear at the same time.
"Come on his cock. Do it."
"Ah, ah, mmm—"
"No," he said, guessing what she meant, somehow. "You don't get my cock until you've squirted all over Remus. Now do it."
His fingers swirled on her clit, rolling it hard, wrenching her climax from her belly. She stiffened, then cried out, convulsing, drenching Remus' cock and Severus' hand in a messy rush of slickness.
"That's a good slut," Severus said. "So good for us..."
He gripped her hips, moved her on top of Remus, impaling her cunt on his throbbing shaft as she shuddered through the rest of her orgasm. Her thoughts were dissolving, and she certainly couldn't keep riding Remus, her muscles locked in pleasure, but Severus took over, imparting a harder pace. Through her half-open eyes, she saw Remus watch her, lips curled in a possessive snarl. He was holding still, allowing Severus to bounce her on his cock.
Severus only stopped once Harrie had gone completely limp. He pushed her down onto Remus' chest, one hand at her back, and positioned himself behind her. Harrie smiled, brain fuzzy with sated heat. She smiled when Remus kissed her, too, and she smiled when she felt Severus start to push inside her.
He entered her in a slow advance, the flared head of his cock slicking its way into her. Her cunt tightened instinctively, hugging their shafts. She was so wet there was no need for a lubrication charm. Remus tensed under her, a groan vibrating in his chest when Severus, at last, hilted himself.
She could take them both fully, and it felt absolutely filthy to be split open on their cocks, oh yes.
"Fuck me," she said, the two words a rasp. "Come in me... Breed me..."
They moved in small thrusts at first, gently spearing her cunt, until they found their rhythm, a seesawing motion, one man in and one man out, and then vice versa. She whined continuously, encouraging them to go faster, to both bottom out inside her and press their cockheads at the end of her channel, to pulse cum there.
"Breed me," she said again, squirming in desperate little twitches.
They took their time. Remus held her hips, keeping her pinned, and Severus had one hand at her nape, making doubly sure she couldn't go anywhere. She had to stay there, caught between them, and take their cocks the way they wanted her to take them.
"We're both going to breed that tight cunt," Severus said, surging in, his hips smacking into her arse. "You'll get a load of cum, and then another."
He slipped a hand under her stomach, splayed his fingers over her skin.
"You'll grow heavy with my child..."
"Or my child," Remus grunted, thrusting deep on his turn.
"And those..." Severus said, cupping her breasts one after the other. "They'll swell up a size, and then they'll produce milk..."
Harrie let out stuttered, guttural sounds to the tempo of their driving cocks, her mouth open, her cunt getting wrecked just the way she liked it. They switched up their pace, fucking her with longer thrusts, now both surging into her at the same time, their hips snapping in sharp jerks, filling her with vulgar noises, loud slaps of flesh that echoed obscenely in her ears.
She started sobbing from how good it was, from that sweet, aching stretch, that solid pressure on her walls. Her clit was so sensitive, smashed somewhere against Remus' groin, getting bursts of friction whenever he moved, shooting white heat straight into her cunt.
She sobbed, and she babbled, and she begged for more.
Begged for them to come in her.
"Plea—ah, please! Come in me, nnnnhh—
"Mmm, you're getting so tight," Remus said, his hands digging harder at her hips.
Severus exhaled roughly near her ear, his body draped over her, filling her with another push.
"What a filthy little slut, wanting to be bred by her husbands..."
He ground into her, his cock hilted so deep in her, cockhead scraping at her cervix. Remus did the same, a low snarl spilling from his mouth.
"You'll take it, Harrie," he groaned.
"Oh yes," Severus said. "Two hot loads into that cunt. Right here, mmm..."
His hips gyrated against her arse, his cock sliding against Remus' inside her, both thick shafts throbbing, spreading her cunt wide open.
"Filling you with so much cum it will leak out..."
She groaned, her breath hitching, clenching down on both of them, quaking between their two hard bodies. The spasms of her cunt milked their cocks, massaging every inch, as she squirted over them both, elation streaking in her veins.
"Yes," Severus hissed, "ah, there it comes—fuck—"
Remus let out a growl, his eyes flashing. Both cocks swelled inside her, pulsing hot jets of cum right against her cervix, painting her walls white.
"Ah..." Harrie moaned.
Finally, she was getting filled with their seed. Spurts and spurts of cum, flooding her with wet warmth, breeding her properly. So much of it, seeping out, running down both cocks plugging her cunt. Her body kept spasming, hungry for every drop, wanting it all.
Remus and Severus stayed inside her until their cocks stopped twitching, and then gently slipped out of her. Some cum sloshed out of her. She squeezed her thighs, wanting to keep it all in her cunt.
Closing her her eyes, she nuzzled into Remus' chest. He was heaving rapidly, just like Severus, and just like her.
"Satisfied, wife?" Severus asked, still leaned over her, depositing a kiss at the base of her throat.
"Mmm, so much..."
"We'll have to do that again tomorrow," Remus said, threading his fingers through her hair. "Until you're pregnant."
"More breeding sessions," Harrie sighed, utterly content.
"Oh yes," Severus said.
Remus shifted to lie on his side, wrapping Harrie in her arms, while Severus completed the cuddle from behind. They shared sleepy kisses with her, taking their turns.
Eventually, Harrie fell asleep in the middle of the three-way cuddle, as she had for the past twenty years, and as she would for many, many years to come.