Beauty in The Dirt -The Magic Behind Doors-

Primeval Desire Proclaimed

Severus had properly devoured the main course of his Cassi coated meal, and even saved room for dessert- his throat savoring the taste of his woman. That unique taste that was purely Cassiopeia; Sweet, and tangy on his taste buds- tart like a cherry with a hint of musk, and the lingering scent of her honeysuckle and lavender bath wash sensitive in his nostrils and settling along the thick muscle in his mouth to add to her uniqueness. It denoted his claim upon her; tickling his center and inflaming his senses with an intuitive conviction. The point of attachment was proximal in its sedimentation.
Without conscious reasoning; instinctively he knew that, that taste, her taste-- belonged to him.
The nerve endings in his tongue caught fire- his receptors primal; soaking in his primitive mark upon her, and preserving the character of the early stage in their unification. 

He'd just licked his lips clean of her sweet cream, when he found himself being pulled from his chair. With the brute force of that of a man, Cassi lobbed him onto his back in the center of the dinette.

With a clatter and crunch of colliding China, she crawled atop of him, her swollen mound and dripping entrance hovering above his eager erection. Hands on the curve of her hips, he grit his teeth and slid his prick home in her tight little snatch; while a googly-eyed perverted Pettigrew looked on with drooling interest. Cassiopeia couldn't believe Severus was allowing it to happen. I mean; you just DON'T go over and visit The Potion's Master, and end up fucking him on the dining room table, decked out with a full feast, before you are minutes inside the doorway!
Only, she did.
They did.
They had- and again, They were!
And....... with a nail biting, nose twitching, not even bothering to hide- mulish, wayward watching Wormtail, only mere feet away.

It was like under budget Muggle Pornography gone horribly wrong; with the way he just stood there, shell-shocked- un moving, unblinking- a tatty old apron stretched far to tightly around his protesting pot-belly. He held a tarnished bronze kettle in his hand, the contents spilling to the floor as he deftly tilted it at his stunned side. For all the white that shown in his wide eyes, his dark irises was not but a pin prick in his dilated pupils. He made no attempt to awkwardly flee and made no peep to alert of his still ever present self. But Cassiopeia knew he was there. They both knew.

Severus spared a glance towards the kitchen, where his newly acquired personal servant idoly watched. Mouth open, Severus was ready to curse him away when his woman's taut meager slit squeezed the hell out of his engorged prick. His mouth clamped back shut in a teeth baring hiss. He couldn't help but gasp and grunt aloud on how good it felt- his massive steel-like tool stretching her cunny like his fingers never could.

"Mmm.. You do me right Witch." He admonished to her. She ewed and awed, and nibbled his lobe, purring the words "My Prince" into his ear.

After the teasing escapade and erotic show Cassi had put on for him earlier- even after he had emptied his sack of an enormous thick stream- he still, somehow, had managed to store an extra big load of sperm that he planned on squirting deep inside her hungry sucking vagina.