Fic: Educating Rita - Part 2 (and art by Marquis)
Title: Educating Rita
Pairing: Lucius/Rita/Severus
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rita has published nasty articles in The Daily Prophet about Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape. They invite her to dinner to 'set the record straight'. Part 2 of 2. Read Part 1
A/N: This has been a while in coming (no pun intended), just because its been a while since I wrote three-way, and it was a challenge for me. Not to mention the OT3 nearly melted my brain with hottness.
“Ruthless punishment you wanted, wasn’t it?”
There was a glint in Lucius’ eyes that sent a chill of real fear through Rita’s veins. Severus’ fingers traced a line down her back, pulled at the clasp of her bra. It loosened and fell forward, and Lucius smiled at the sight of pink nipples bared. He lifted his wand and touched the tip to her chest, whispered a word she could not hear. Her nipples tightened as though touched by ice, sending a jolt of pleasure through her that was almost too much to bear.
“You love it, don’t you?” He hissed. “Rough touches, attracting the wrong sort of men. Satin, stockings, bananas. You like it when people watch you, don’t you?” His eyes devoured her, and she quivered beneath that gaze.
“And you have a weakness for wanton women.” Her voice was husky with desire, but wicked, and he reached out and flicked a rock hard nipple. Her breath turned into a cry.
She felt Severus’ cheek against her neck, hair tickling her shoulder, then warm lips were on her throat - hot and dominant, biting at soft flesh. That silky voice in her ear. “His weakness is desire. Mine, audacity. You are the most reckless woman I’ve ever met.”
She arched her head back against his shoulder, murmured with a throat being hungrily devoured by his mouth. “It gets me what I want.”
Light exploded in her eyes and Severus jerked back.
“My apologies,” Lucius purred insincerely, twirling cane in hand and sliding his wand back into its base. Rita blinked and glanced around. The bed was opulent, a four-poster with velvet curtains and thick quilts, but the room was stone. Dungeons.
“The bowels of Malfoy Manor,” Lucius informed with a smirk. “I believe my wife is upstairs with the baby.” He plucked the buttons of his robe undone.
“Shameless bastard.” Rita hissed with a smile.
I light caress trailed over her hips - Severus - slid behind her to the place her hands were bound. His fingers laced through hers and another whispered spell slithered through the air. The tightness around her wrists disappeared, but then he was pulling her hands up over her head, locked in his own, and lifting her so her knees no longer touched the quilts, and she could not support herself. Serpentine braids lashed around her wrists again; then Severus let go.
Her arms pulled tight under the weight of her body and she cried out. Legs scrambled for support, but she was too far away from the quilts to kneel, and too close to use her feet. Knees were apart and toes pressed down for balance, but it did little. Lucius smirked at her as she dangled, shedding elegant robes and satin shirt and casting them aside.
Rita flexed her arms, trying to lift herself, but she just wasn’t strong enough. Severus’ hands came to rest just above her shoulders, and for a moment she thought he was going to lift her, but then they trailed down and around, cupping breasts and twisting nipples, and a gasp escaped her lips but she couldn’t move. The hands moved down over hips, and one arm curled around her. She felt him press himself against her back, and that hand snaked between her spread knees, forcing them wider.
Lucius had unbuttoned his fly, and she watched him pull his cock from his pants and stroke his hand along its length.
One of those long fingers trailed over the lips of her cunt, then Severus pulled her back harder against him, and slid it inside her. Lucius watched hungrily, and her gaze moved from those devouring eyes to the slightly parted lips and flushed cheeks, down over a chest sparsely covered with blonde curls, to focus on the way his fingers moved over his cock.
Severus’ teeth bit into her shoulder and his finger curled within her, thumb pressing against her clit. The arm around her waist slid up, and fingers twisted at her nipple once again. She wanted to let her head fall back, but her eyes were fixed on Lucius. She wondered what he was thinking, what part of her he liked looking at more.
He stepped forward, up under the railing and onto the bed, and her eyes rose to meet his. Blue on blue. There was a delicious twinkle in them that she was sure must have been reflected from hers. He smirked, reached out and twisted his fingers in her hair, and directed her mouth onto his swollen cock.
She closed her eyes then, just feeling. Feeling his fingers in her hair, one hand fisted in her curls and the other with fingers against the back of her neck, pressing against muscles in what was not quite a massage, with the thumb over her windpipe, pushing down and stopping her breath for moments at a time. Tasting him, feeling him filling up her mouth, listening to his hisses of breath as she flicked her tongue over the head of his cock, or took it all the way in. Moaning against him as Severus curled a second finger into her, hitting just the right spot, grinding against her through his robes as his fingers twisted and pulled. Distracted one moment by the feel of his fingers in her and the aching pleasure that was spreading through her limbs, and in the next, by Lucius’ thumb taking the air from her lungs. Loving this, this helplessness. Loving being used and pleasured at the same time.
Feeling herself shuddering around Severus’ fingers, and him increasing the pace. It overwhelmed her, and there was nothing but stars before her eyes and him pushing up against her and biting at her shoulder as she came hard against his hand.
He held her tight to him as her orgasm subsided, as Lucius gave a few ragged grunts, tugged at her hair; then pulled away with a breathless gasp. She turned her face up to him, and he smiled wickedly down at her.
“Not yet, Skeeter. I’m not finished with you just yet.”
Severus growled in her ear with something that might have been want.
“I want to feel you inside me,” she hissed urgently. “Both of you. Now.”
Like snakes, they slithered from the bed. Lucius was kicking off shoes and taking down pants, but Rita’s eyes were on Severus.
If anything, he was even paler than before, with something heated and smouldering in those bottomless black eyes. Those confident fingers shook as he unbuttoned his robe, and she watched each one pop open. It was so slow. Eyes met hers as fingers worked, and his gaze ravished her. He was so young, much younger than her, but she’d never felt so naked in her life. Naked and needy and wanting.
When trousers finally lay discarded on the floor, she knew he wanted her just as much.
Severus stepped toward the bed, but Lucius reached out to catch his wrist. He pulled the other man close and whispered against his throat, loud enough for Rita to hear. “You want her too much.” The blonde leaned in to nibble at the younger man’s throat. Rita flexed her arms again, twisted a little. Lucius wrapped a hand around Severus’ cock.
Oh, fucking MERLIN.
If she’d been able to writhe in frustration, she would have.
The touch was light, she could tell - teasing - as much her as Severus himself, who had closed his eyes at the caress, lips slightly parted. She watched him draw a ragged breath.
No. NO. She needed them.
“Please.” Her voice was a breath, traitorous, out before she had time to stop herself.
Lucius paused, turned, and smirked. “What was that?” His eyes glittered, and Severus’ smouldered. She couldn’t take it any longer.
“Please.” She tossed her head, hair fell in her face.
“You want us to fuck you? Even though we’re liars, cowards and Deatheaters?”
“Yes! Yes, oh Merlin. Please.”
Severus’ voice was satin. “I think she asked nicely enough.”
He waved a hand and her bonds released her, sending her sprawling back onto the bed. Recovering, she smiled, pushed herself up onto her elbows and let her knees fall apart enticingly.
She arched a brow with a smirk. “Well…?”
Severus growled. “Brazen whore.”
They joined her on the bed in an instant.
Severus slid onto the covers beside her, propped against pillows; trailed his fingers over her knee and down the outside of her thigh. She turned and swung the leg across him to sit astride his body. A small, cheeky smile played on her lips; she raked scarlet fingernails over his chest.
Lucius’ hands curled around her hips.
“Can you take us both at once?” Severus asked in a voice husky with desire, but gentler than she would have expected. Giving her the chance to say no while she still could. Interesting, for someone who had promised ruthless punishment.
“Oh, yes.” She whispered, positioning herself over him and lowering her body slowly onto him. She watched the flutter of his eyelids as she took him all the way inside her, a delicious hardness filling her up. “Oh yes…”
Then Lucius was behind her, trailing a hand between the cheeks of her ass and parting them. She moved up and down on Severus, then leaned forward, bracing her arms on the bedhead behind him and feeling her nipples brush his chest.
With a whispered spell, Lucius slid a lubricated finger inside her. Her breath caught in her throat. It was exquisite - delicious and tight and almost painful. He slid in a second finger, curling and stretching. She let out a low moan, grabbing a hold of Snape’s shoulders and letting her nails dig into his flesh. He smirked. A third finger, and then absence, followed by an entirely different thickness pressing against her opening. He pushed into her, slowly at first, but then with more force.
She moved against Severus, Lucius gripped her hips and pulled her back onto him. They found a rhythm, with her movement, and the heat grew around them. She let her head fall back against her shoulders, closed her eyes. Both buried in her. Lucius’ hand came around to twist at her nipple, Severus’ slid between her legs to flick her clit. She let one hand fall against Severus’ chest, and the other snaked behind her to rest on Lucius’ waist, fingernails scraping at skin as she moved.
Ruthless punishment, they’d promised her, but this was exquisite pleasure. There was power in this, power in desire, in how much they wanted her, how much self control they’d lost to her. Power was a potent aphrodisiac.
The heat grew unbearable. Lucius’ chest pressed against her back, and Severus held fast to her, breasts hard against him. They moved her between them, and she felt lips on both sides of her neck. Her muscles were tightening, and they were quivering inside her. She felt their cocks rub against each other through her, and she clenched around them, whispering a cry into the air. It was a slow burning heat setting her aflame.
She couldn’t take it anymore, and she moved against them, whispering, urging them faster and harder, increasing the pace and the pleasure and the agony. Long strokes from behind, hard and fast, fingernails on her own clit, pulling at it while Severus watched with burning eyes and thrust up into her, knowing the angle, perfecting it, and drawing a moan that was almost a scream.
Too much, too much, and the world began to spin, crying out and feeling herself contract around them, capturing them inside her, feeling them both quiver and shake, then come deep in her. Severus reaching down, pressing his fingers against her clit and grinding against it until she came a third time around their shuddering cocks.
They laid against each other for a long while, catching breath and cooling down, trailing lazy fingers over nipples and thighs and bellies, like tiny echoes of previous pleasure. It wasn’t tender, because it could never be with them, but it was decadent and lazy and exhausted, which she liked even better. The aftermath of something animal.
She didn’t know if they were Deatheaters or not, even with Dark Marks branded on their arms. Didn’t know if Severus was, at any rate. Perhaps her readers would like that - the ambiguous anti-hero of war. Perhaps they would be just as entranced by those dark eyes as she was, or would wonder about the satiny undertones of his voice. Perhaps it was time she made some friends, rather than making enemies of everyone with brutal words.
It certainly had its benefits.
And now, take a look at the absolutely GORGEOUS art ledivinemarquis drew me to go with this story.
Pairing: Lucius/Rita/Severus
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rita has published nasty articles in The Daily Prophet about Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape. They invite her to dinner to 'set the record straight'. Part 2 of 2. Read Part 1
A/N: This has been a while in coming (no pun intended), just because its been a while since I wrote three-way, and it was a challenge for me. Not to mention the OT3 nearly melted my brain with hottness.
“Ruthless punishment you wanted, wasn’t it?”
There was a glint in Lucius’ eyes that sent a chill of real fear through Rita’s veins. Severus’ fingers traced a line down her back, pulled at the clasp of her bra. It loosened and fell forward, and Lucius smiled at the sight of pink nipples bared. He lifted his wand and touched the tip to her chest, whispered a word she could not hear. Her nipples tightened as though touched by ice, sending a jolt of pleasure through her that was almost too much to bear.
“You love it, don’t you?” He hissed. “Rough touches, attracting the wrong sort of men. Satin, stockings, bananas. You like it when people watch you, don’t you?” His eyes devoured her, and she quivered beneath that gaze.
“And you have a weakness for wanton women.” Her voice was husky with desire, but wicked, and he reached out and flicked a rock hard nipple. Her breath turned into a cry.
She felt Severus’ cheek against her neck, hair tickling her shoulder, then warm lips were on her throat - hot and dominant, biting at soft flesh. That silky voice in her ear. “His weakness is desire. Mine, audacity. You are the most reckless woman I’ve ever met.”
She arched her head back against his shoulder, murmured with a throat being hungrily devoured by his mouth. “It gets me what I want.”
Light exploded in her eyes and Severus jerked back.
“My apologies,” Lucius purred insincerely, twirling cane in hand and sliding his wand back into its base. Rita blinked and glanced around. The bed was opulent, a four-poster with velvet curtains and thick quilts, but the room was stone. Dungeons.
“The bowels of Malfoy Manor,” Lucius informed with a smirk. “I believe my wife is upstairs with the baby.” He plucked the buttons of his robe undone.
“Shameless bastard.” Rita hissed with a smile.
I light caress trailed over her hips - Severus - slid behind her to the place her hands were bound. His fingers laced through hers and another whispered spell slithered through the air. The tightness around her wrists disappeared, but then he was pulling her hands up over her head, locked in his own, and lifting her so her knees no longer touched the quilts, and she could not support herself. Serpentine braids lashed around her wrists again; then Severus let go.
Her arms pulled tight under the weight of her body and she cried out. Legs scrambled for support, but she was too far away from the quilts to kneel, and too close to use her feet. Knees were apart and toes pressed down for balance, but it did little. Lucius smirked at her as she dangled, shedding elegant robes and satin shirt and casting them aside.
Rita flexed her arms, trying to lift herself, but she just wasn’t strong enough. Severus’ hands came to rest just above her shoulders, and for a moment she thought he was going to lift her, but then they trailed down and around, cupping breasts and twisting nipples, and a gasp escaped her lips but she couldn’t move. The hands moved down over hips, and one arm curled around her. She felt him press himself against her back, and that hand snaked between her spread knees, forcing them wider.
Lucius had unbuttoned his fly, and she watched him pull his cock from his pants and stroke his hand along its length.
One of those long fingers trailed over the lips of her cunt, then Severus pulled her back harder against him, and slid it inside her. Lucius watched hungrily, and her gaze moved from those devouring eyes to the slightly parted lips and flushed cheeks, down over a chest sparsely covered with blonde curls, to focus on the way his fingers moved over his cock.
Severus’ teeth bit into her shoulder and his finger curled within her, thumb pressing against her clit. The arm around her waist slid up, and fingers twisted at her nipple once again. She wanted to let her head fall back, but her eyes were fixed on Lucius. She wondered what he was thinking, what part of her he liked looking at more.
He stepped forward, up under the railing and onto the bed, and her eyes rose to meet his. Blue on blue. There was a delicious twinkle in them that she was sure must have been reflected from hers. He smirked, reached out and twisted his fingers in her hair, and directed her mouth onto his swollen cock.
She closed her eyes then, just feeling. Feeling his fingers in her hair, one hand fisted in her curls and the other with fingers against the back of her neck, pressing against muscles in what was not quite a massage, with the thumb over her windpipe, pushing down and stopping her breath for moments at a time. Tasting him, feeling him filling up her mouth, listening to his hisses of breath as she flicked her tongue over the head of his cock, or took it all the way in. Moaning against him as Severus curled a second finger into her, hitting just the right spot, grinding against her through his robes as his fingers twisted and pulled. Distracted one moment by the feel of his fingers in her and the aching pleasure that was spreading through her limbs, and in the next, by Lucius’ thumb taking the air from her lungs. Loving this, this helplessness. Loving being used and pleasured at the same time.
Feeling herself shuddering around Severus’ fingers, and him increasing the pace. It overwhelmed her, and there was nothing but stars before her eyes and him pushing up against her and biting at her shoulder as she came hard against his hand.
He held her tight to him as her orgasm subsided, as Lucius gave a few ragged grunts, tugged at her hair; then pulled away with a breathless gasp. She turned her face up to him, and he smiled wickedly down at her.
“Not yet, Skeeter. I’m not finished with you just yet.”
Severus growled in her ear with something that might have been want.
“I want to feel you inside me,” she hissed urgently. “Both of you. Now.”
Like snakes, they slithered from the bed. Lucius was kicking off shoes and taking down pants, but Rita’s eyes were on Severus.
If anything, he was even paler than before, with something heated and smouldering in those bottomless black eyes. Those confident fingers shook as he unbuttoned his robe, and she watched each one pop open. It was so slow. Eyes met hers as fingers worked, and his gaze ravished her. He was so young, much younger than her, but she’d never felt so naked in her life. Naked and needy and wanting.
When trousers finally lay discarded on the floor, she knew he wanted her just as much.
Severus stepped toward the bed, but Lucius reached out to catch his wrist. He pulled the other man close and whispered against his throat, loud enough for Rita to hear. “You want her too much.” The blonde leaned in to nibble at the younger man’s throat. Rita flexed her arms again, twisted a little. Lucius wrapped a hand around Severus’ cock.
Oh, fucking MERLIN.
If she’d been able to writhe in frustration, she would have.
The touch was light, she could tell - teasing - as much her as Severus himself, who had closed his eyes at the caress, lips slightly parted. She watched him draw a ragged breath.
No. NO. She needed them.
“Please.” Her voice was a breath, traitorous, out before she had time to stop herself.
Lucius paused, turned, and smirked. “What was that?” His eyes glittered, and Severus’ smouldered. She couldn’t take it any longer.
“Please.” She tossed her head, hair fell in her face.
“You want us to fuck you? Even though we’re liars, cowards and Deatheaters?”
“Yes! Yes, oh Merlin. Please.”
Severus’ voice was satin. “I think she asked nicely enough.”
He waved a hand and her bonds released her, sending her sprawling back onto the bed. Recovering, she smiled, pushed herself up onto her elbows and let her knees fall apart enticingly.
She arched a brow with a smirk. “Well…?”
Severus growled. “Brazen whore.”
They joined her on the bed in an instant.
Severus slid onto the covers beside her, propped against pillows; trailed his fingers over her knee and down the outside of her thigh. She turned and swung the leg across him to sit astride his body. A small, cheeky smile played on her lips; she raked scarlet fingernails over his chest.
Lucius’ hands curled around her hips.
“Can you take us both at once?” Severus asked in a voice husky with desire, but gentler than she would have expected. Giving her the chance to say no while she still could. Interesting, for someone who had promised ruthless punishment.
“Oh, yes.” She whispered, positioning herself over him and lowering her body slowly onto him. She watched the flutter of his eyelids as she took him all the way inside her, a delicious hardness filling her up. “Oh yes…”
Then Lucius was behind her, trailing a hand between the cheeks of her ass and parting them. She moved up and down on Severus, then leaned forward, bracing her arms on the bedhead behind him and feeling her nipples brush his chest.
With a whispered spell, Lucius slid a lubricated finger inside her. Her breath caught in her throat. It was exquisite - delicious and tight and almost painful. He slid in a second finger, curling and stretching. She let out a low moan, grabbing a hold of Snape’s shoulders and letting her nails dig into his flesh. He smirked. A third finger, and then absence, followed by an entirely different thickness pressing against her opening. He pushed into her, slowly at first, but then with more force.
She moved against Severus, Lucius gripped her hips and pulled her back onto him. They found a rhythm, with her movement, and the heat grew around them. She let her head fall back against her shoulders, closed her eyes. Both buried in her. Lucius’ hand came around to twist at her nipple, Severus’ slid between her legs to flick her clit. She let one hand fall against Severus’ chest, and the other snaked behind her to rest on Lucius’ waist, fingernails scraping at skin as she moved.
Ruthless punishment, they’d promised her, but this was exquisite pleasure. There was power in this, power in desire, in how much they wanted her, how much self control they’d lost to her. Power was a potent aphrodisiac.
The heat grew unbearable. Lucius’ chest pressed against her back, and Severus held fast to her, breasts hard against him. They moved her between them, and she felt lips on both sides of her neck. Her muscles were tightening, and they were quivering inside her. She felt their cocks rub against each other through her, and she clenched around them, whispering a cry into the air. It was a slow burning heat setting her aflame.
She couldn’t take it anymore, and she moved against them, whispering, urging them faster and harder, increasing the pace and the pleasure and the agony. Long strokes from behind, hard and fast, fingernails on her own clit, pulling at it while Severus watched with burning eyes and thrust up into her, knowing the angle, perfecting it, and drawing a moan that was almost a scream.
Too much, too much, and the world began to spin, crying out and feeling herself contract around them, capturing them inside her, feeling them both quiver and shake, then come deep in her. Severus reaching down, pressing his fingers against her clit and grinding against it until she came a third time around their shuddering cocks.
They laid against each other for a long while, catching breath and cooling down, trailing lazy fingers over nipples and thighs and bellies, like tiny echoes of previous pleasure. It wasn’t tender, because it could never be with them, but it was decadent and lazy and exhausted, which she liked even better. The aftermath of something animal.
She didn’t know if they were Deatheaters or not, even with Dark Marks branded on their arms. Didn’t know if Severus was, at any rate. Perhaps her readers would like that - the ambiguous anti-hero of war. Perhaps they would be just as entranced by those dark eyes as she was, or would wonder about the satiny undertones of his voice. Perhaps it was time she made some friends, rather than making enemies of everyone with brutal words.
It certainly had its benefits.
And now, take a look at the absolutely GORGEOUS art ledivinemarquis drew me to go with this story.