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I stare blankly at the man across from me, his bewildered eyes mirroring my own.
“You..uh… you know them?” He gestures to the two forms behind me.
I opened my mouth in an attempt to conjure an explanation, but I’m interrupted by the twins' synchronous reply. “Course, don’t you, love?” I feel one of their hands grip my shoulder, a tad bit aggressively.
I swallow, “Sorry…” The man looks between the three of us before making his escape back into the crowded bar.
The other twin takes the man's place, facing his body towards me, but his attention is on the brother gripping my shoulder possessively. “What now, Freddie?”
“How about you tell me why the hell you’re here now? After seven fucking months,” I hiss, my eyes boring holes into the table.
“Or..” George leans down, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans, as he forces me to meet his stare. “You tell us why you’re essentially drugging yourself.”
I glance at the love potion in my fist, the seal broken with a slight glimmering escaping. “Fuck you.”
I feel Fred’s breath on my ear, his form looming over me, the heat of his chest emanating off of him. “Seems you intended to fuck someone else.” He snatches the love potion from me, screws it shut, then shoves it into his own jean pockets.
Anger bubbles inside of me. “And how, exactly, did you two seem to appear as soon as I made that decision?”
“Magic,” George rebukes.
“You’ve been watching me,” I accuse, my hands trembling. The thought of them, seeing me cry day after day, week after week, month after month, and feeling no urge to comfort me infuriated me to no end. My vision was blurring, but no tears filled my eyes. “I’ve called your names in my sleep but now is when you show your faces?”
The twins share a glance at each other. “Don’t act all innocent, darling.”
“That note you keep with you very clearly states that we were trying to get back to you.”
“But you just had to get promiscuous tonight,” George peers down his nose at me.
“Mucked up the entire plan,” Fred stepped closer to his brother, standing to my left against the table. “How distasteful, too. Using OUR love potion to do it.” He scoffs. I lift my head to glare at him, but my anger wavers at his freckled face.
“Impatient whore.” George purred. “A few more weeks, and you would’ve been home with us.”
My body went numb, “How was I supposed to know that?” Fred cocks an eyebrow at me. “Yea, yea the note.”
“Up, now.” George demands. My legs obey him as my mind spins. “Follow me.”
I trail behind George, his tall figure an efficient guide through the packed dance floor. I feel Fred hot on my heels. I scurry to catch up to him as he slips out of the emergency exit and onto the fire escape. The warm, humid air hits me as I join him, hearing Fred closing the door behind us.
“Colloportus,” I hear Fred state, his wand flourishing at the door.
“Time for a lesson, love.” George rolls the sleeves of his sweatshirt up. “In the importance of patience.”
“And devotion,” Fred adds, turning me to face him.
My slit aches and my breath hitches, the twin’s primal gazes enveloping me. The fog of anticipation and arousal clouds my brain.
“Panties, now.” Fred holds his hand out, smirking. I blush deeply before slipping them over my legs, my sundress hitching up before I place them in his outstretched palm. “Good girl.”
“Do not praise her.” George orders from behind me, his hands now on my waist. “Bend, now.”
I find myself obeying once more, my wetness exposed at his request. I look up at Fred, my cheeks flushed and pink from embarrassment. He smiles down at me, his hand trailing to the button of his pants, my panties still dangling from his hand. My mouth waters as I watch his pale, veined hands reaching for his zipper, pulling it down enticingly. His hard cock springs out of his boxers, eager and desperate. He pushes his member down, aligning it with my lips, his eyes never leaving mine. I open my mouth to take him, when George thrusts into me, his full length stinging and tearing me from the sudden intrusion.
I cry out, Fred taking the opportunity to shove his own cock into my agape mouth.
“You wanted to be fucked so bad, sweet,” George grunts as he slams into me, fully exiting before re-entering. “Don’t complain now.”
My response is muffled by Fred’s thickness, his tip gagging me as I feel the vein on the base of his manhood grinding carelessly against my tongue. Drool drips down my chin, coating my neck and chest. His hands grip my hair for leverage while his twin’s pinch my hips.
George’s ruthless strokes and the view of Fred’s twisted face brings me close to orgasm, pushed farther by Fred’s moaned words. “Ours…all ours.”
I moan, my pussy clenching around George in a tell-tale way. Spots fill my eyes as the feeling builds in my stomach, begging to be released.
“Don’t you dare.” George threatens breathlessly, his pace increasing cruelly. “That twat in there wouldn’t have made you cum.”
I gag as Fred slams into the back of my throat, the reminder of the man I was flirting with enraging him. “I agree, George. If any fuck would’ve done the trick, why should we care?”
I wince at the pain hidden in their words. I feel George’s hand snake to my neck as he grinds into me, his own climax nearing. He clamps down onto the back of my neck, forcing me to take more of his brother. Fred groans as he releases down my throat before pulling out, his sticky strings coating my lips. I gasp for breath, my chest wheezing heavily while George fills me with his own seed, exiting before I could reach my own high.
I feel the boys straighten, and I fall to my knees. My legs wobbly and my body still aching for release. I hear George by the door, “Alohomora.”
The door creaks open, revealing the man I had attempted to sleep with, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and one hand holding a lighter. His eyes widen as he spots the white substance coating my face, panties dangling from Fred’s hand, and George’s smirking face.
“Told you she knew us.” George quips.