Soon All the Suns Will Rise

We'll Find a Place Together

Chapter title from "The Zephyr Song" by Red Hot Chili Peppers. There isn't a more perfect song for this chapter. Give it a listen! So good.

VERY EXPLICIT -- you've been warned!

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The Muggle woman's delicate pink lip was trembling, her body glistening from kisses mixed with the juices of desire, remnants of his wife's nibbles rising to the surface of Colleen's pale, porcelain skin. Black still had Rhiannon's essence on his hand as he traced it along Colleen's bottom lip. He forced his thumb inside, then more fingers one by one. Her tongue licked Black's hand fervently, truly delighting in the ethereal nectar.

All life within Severus seemed to have rushed and concentrated to his cock, still aching from the Muggle woman's expert touch; she was indeed a harlot. Black and Rhiannon had taken her from an innocent working mother to a goddess in her own right, her golden tresses tinged with scarlet, her eyes as crystal blue as the sea outside their door, her soft, womanly curves tantalizing in their now-carnal knowledge. Severus's soul already had a mate, and he would die for her and never leave her side. But he was consumed with lust for Black's wife. Part of it was a longing to be absorbed in her goodness and nurtured by it; part of it was the fact that her beauty was rare and pure and seemed to beg to be defiled just by existing. And part of it was the high of experiencing what was Black's.

He didn't hate the man. But as Rhiannon had said, there was a thrill in their games. It was natural, like animals vying for the spoils of their victories. To know Colleen like Black knew her, just as Black had known Rhiannon and would inevitably know her again as this whirlwind of a night sped on toward its climax and resolution.

"Tell me what you want, whore," Severus demanded. Colleen paused in her wild licking of Black's hand, her eyes wide and on fire as they met his. She had just asked Black to go back for more, and the wizard had obliged by dipping back into the honey between Rhiannon's legs, which were spread wide as she laid back at the foot of the bed with pure ecstasy scrawled across her beautiful face.

"I want you, on top of me, sir," Colleen replied, settling back against the plush nest of pillows and throws. The red in her hair gleamed radiantly where it touched the Slytherin green brocade, and Severus bent to smell it. He knew her perfume well— its primary note was ambrette seed— a musky plant that was intense, nutty, and animalic. Layered over the ambrette was sea salt, woodsy sage, then grapefruit and Rhodophyta- both red like her glorious hair. Rhiannon had said Black smelled the perfume in the Amortentia after returning from the Veil and had immediately embarked on a journey to find her. Snape understood why.

"And I want Sirius to lay beneath me," Colleen added quietly, those clear blue eyes darting between the wizards to gauge their reaction. Severus didn't have to look at Rhiannon to see her sadistic grin.

Black obeyed immediately, laying flat on his back with his head propped on the pillows, pulling his wife between his legs to lay back on his chest. His erection lay to the side of his wife's hip, but Colleen shifted her arse to cover it once she saw Severus's hesitation. It didn't do much to help; Black was clearly justified in his braggart ramblings when it came to his size. The wizard's face was amused and arrogant as always as he awaited Severus's move, his eyes twinkling and mouth smirking in a dare as his hand rose to grope his wife's breast.

"Why should I grant your wish, filthy cockslut?" Severus muttered, admittedly stalling.

"Please," she begged. "I want you, Severus."

"It's ok, Snape," Black laughed. "Curse free zone."

Severus felt his mouth curl into a sneer, but he situated himself between the Muggle's wanton legs, his mouth clamping down on her right breast as Black continued to fondle her left. It was exquisite— round, generous and soft — womanly, like the curvature of her hip, which Severus kneaded with his left hand. He tried to ignore the fact that he brushed Black's leg when he did so, but was annoyed that the man couldn't be bothered to move even an inch to avoid contact.