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“Gods, Hermione.  How did you get so good at this?”

The curly haired witch slowly pulled off his cock with an obscene pop, smirking as she looked up at Draco from her knees. 

“As good as your father’s favourite slut?  I’ve seen you spying on them together in his office.”

Draco’s legs gave a little as the images flooded his brain.  Soft lips straining around his father’s prick, his father’s hand grasping onto silken hair, face fucking his partner without restraint while they drooled and gagged prettily in front of him.

“I think they want you to watch, to be tempted.  Why else would they have forgotten the silencing charms so often, or left the door cracked open just so?”

At school Draco had never really appreciated that years of reading had given Hermione a fine imagination, and a filthy mind.  She was a wild spirited woman who could read his desires as easily as the books she so loved, and she had no hesitation in using that knowledge to wring every last morsel of pleasure from his body. 

Hermione quietly whispered a lube spell and started to gently caress Draco’s length, slick sounds filling the alcove as she pumped him faster. 

“To be honest, I find watching your father pretty hot.  It’s like looking at you in twenty years, and I like what I see.  He’s clearly a man who knows what he wants, and isn’t embarrassed to go for it.”

Sitting back on her heels a little, a quizzical expression came over Hermione’s face.  “I wonder how far the apple falls from the tree.  If you were given the opportunity, would you go for it?”  Draco frowned in confusion.  “Would you take his partner for the night if he let you? If I let you?”  A quiet gasp above her and the subtle thickening of his cock answered her question clearer than any words could have.  She smirked and increased the pressure on him, twisting the grip just the way he liked at the head. 

“Not sure how you’d convince him though.  You know how possessive your Father can be.  You’d have to offer him something pretty important to get your shot.”  At that, Hermione lowered her head and started to work her way back down his length again, gripping his base in one hand and running her knuckles in firm circles across his perineum. 

The pressure was beginning to build now in his belly, and he was desperately trying to make it last.  Draco started to twitch, and he huffed a breath shakily through his nose, his fists clenching on his thighs, knowing if he started to thrust into her it would all be over too quickly. Hermione had always loved how she could drive him to the point of near speechlessness with her mouth, delighted in his whines and groans as he spiralled ever closer to his peak.  Her only regret in blowing him was that it robbed her of the opportunity to whisper each wicked thought that trickled through her brain as she worked him gradually into her throat.  Thankfully she had voiced that previously and at her nod Draco cast Legilimens, allowing her to show him each perverse image, like his own personal porno cast directly into his brain. 

“Just imagine what their mouth could do to you Draco.  Do you think they would use their hands too?  Those delicate fingers stroking you where only I have ever been?” Closing his eyes, he allowed the sensations to wash over him and immersed himself fully in the fantasy she projected into his mind.  Watching his father’s lover bobbing up and down on him, he felt a slickened finger at his hole.  Skilled digits began working him open, then mercilessly started hammering his prostate with a brutal pace.  Sobbing out his pleasure he came with a judder into the warm, wet hole waiting for his seed.

Without a moment’s hesitation he bent down quickly, grasping Hermione under her arms and hauling her up onto a side table in the alcove.  He grabbed the hem of her skirt, and impatiently pushed it up over her hips. Draco nearly regained his erection as he discovered she had sat opposite his father at dinner all evening without any knickers.  He seized her head, tugging on her hair lightly, and tasting himself on her lips as he kissed her breathlessly. 

Releasing her head, he pressed her legs back into her chest, took her hands and placed them below each knee, silently inviting her to display herself to him.  Tracing his fingers over her beautiful pussy lips he found her wet and needy, and began to trail her slick from her entrance with light touches. 

“Hmm, I wonder what indeed I could offer my Father to convince him to share his lover?” 

Teasing her entrance with his index finger he lazily worked the digit into her tight channel, enjoying her soft gasps and heated moans.  As her hips started to move impatiently he greedily plunged more fingers into her, her dripping sex fluttering around him.  He kissed his way down her heated body looking into her eyes as he moved closer to her honeyed cunt. 

Suddenly an image worked its way into Hermione’s mind.  She was lain out on Lucius’ desk, while a hand stroked across her breasts, and she looked on eagerly as a blonde head moved steadily between her straining thighs.  She could see her own flushed cheeks and parted lips, and dove deeper into the fantasy. As she watched herself getting fingered and eaten out, she felt Draco mirror the actions in the real world, wriggling his tongue up and down, and gently sucking her clit. 

Her breath started to hitch and she felt herself slowly getting tighter around the fingers inside her channel.  Fantasy Hermione was getting the finger fucking of her life as he flipped his palm over and started crooking his fingers upwards, putting pressure on her G spot.  She watched herself begin to writhe and moan, fighting against the tingling beginning to build low in her core.  Squelching noises started to emanate from her pussy, and Hermione flushed red at the sounds her body was producing.  Her lover, however, seemed more encouraged the louder it was and began to ram his fingers in rapidly. 

“Let go Hermione” he whispered huskily to her, and then Hermione felt the urge to bear down, the force of her climax pushing the fingers out of her and revealing the Malfoy Lordship ring on Lucius’ hand.  Lucius stood up from between Hermione’s thighs, and pushed into her in one smooth thrust.  Turning to the corner of the room he threw the keys to the master suite to his son.  “A fair trade I believe my dear Draco.  Make sure you return my property in good condition.”

The image became hazy and faded, and Hermione opened her eyes to see Draco staring reverently at her, his face dripping in her release.  He gently nuzzled and kissed her inner thighs, grounding and calming her after her sudden high.   Noticing her start to shiver in the cool evening air he stood and cast a warming charm over her, guided her skirt back down over her thigs and aided her back onto her unsteady legs.  Hermione let her head rest against Draco’s shoulder as she caught her breath, then the couple slowly made their way back to Draco’s suite for the evening. 

As they disappeared out of view Lucius cancelled his disillusionment spell and quietly walked back to his office, pouring out two glasses of firewhiskey.  Handing over the first glass, he relaxed back into his leather desk chair and smirked.  “Looks like you were right yet again.  I give it a few days before Draco works up the courage to approach us.”

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Draco made his way to the breakfast room with a heavy heart, despite the rapidly approaching celebration due for his twenty first birthday that evening.  As he slid into his usual seat he cast his eyes across the room to the portrait of his mother, which had still not awakened since she was murdered by Voldemort. 

The Malfoys had long before realised even pureblood families were not safe from the anger of that madman, but by then they were in too deep to subtly draw back from the inner circle. Draco’s heart had never truly been set on becoming a Death Eater, and Narcissa despised her sister’s sick appetite for violence. Lucius was determined to do what he could to save his family, and took his pride in his hand to offer himself to Dumbledore as a double agent for the light.  His co-operation saved many lives, including that of Sirius at the Department of Mysteries when a stray hex caught Bellatrix off guard, stopping her from sending her cousin through the veil.  To save Lucius from Voldemort’s wrath, he was sent to Azkaban to keep him out of reach of the death eaters, leaving Draco’s dour professor to watch over him until he could return. 

Narcissa, however, had no such protection.  She had to look on as Voldemort defiled her home with torture and murder with a cool aristocratic expression to hide her inner turmoil.  With each passing day, her conviction to serve the light was strengthened, and she knew when the time came she would play her part, no matter the cost. 

Lucius returned from Azkaban a shadow of his former self.  Whilst he had been fortunate enough to be spared the torments of the Dementors he struggled to shake the lingering sense of cold that haunted his bones even after changing from the dirty grey prisoners garb into his rich, luxurious robes.  He flinched at the slightest noise, and on occasion visibly trembled for no obvious reason.  It made for the perfect disguise for him to remain in plain sight at Voldemort’s high table, offering political advice, but appearing physically incapable of performing any important deeds himself. Lucius continued to visit the Ministry ostensibly to take his seat in the Wizengamot and steer policy on behalf of the Dark Lord, but in reality it allowed him time to report his intel to the Order via Kingsley Shacklebolt.  He even gained the grudging respect and trust of the Weasley family when he managed to get word to Bill of a planned ambush, narrowly saving him from the unforgiving jaws of Fenrir Greyback.

Their world came crashing down at the Battle of Hogwarts.  After Harry nobly marched to his doom in the forbidden forest, Voldemort called on Narcissa to confirm the Boy-Who-Lived was indeed no more.  Narcissa had been terrified her son would be caught in the crossfire when the Death Eaters attacked Hogwarts, but Harry’s subtle nod indicating Draco’s survival gave her the courage to lie.  When Harry later jumped down from Hagrid’s arms unharmed, Voldemort’s wrath knew no bounds and before Lucius realised the danger a bolt of green light had already hit Narcissa, her lifeless body slumping to the ground next to him.  All hell broke loose and it was all Lucius could do to drag Draco away from his mother to safety before Harry finally subdued his rival, ending the bitter conflict. 

The weeks following the battle were long and painful.  Few knew of the Malfoy’s contribution to the war effort.  Dumbledore had already perished, Snape was in St Mungos recovering from his near fatal injuries, and it was only the testimonies of Harry, Kingsley and the Weasleys that saved Lucius and Draco from Azkaban to grieve in private until they could be formally cleared.  As their story emerged in the press it felt as though a great weight had been lifted from their shoulders.  Finally they were able to be their true selves, freed from the stain of blood purism, associate with whoever they wanted, and Draco was able to openly date his childhood sweetheart Hermione.  Draco’s greatest regret had been that he had never been able to introduce her to his mother in person, but in her lifetime Narcissa had made it abundantly clear she approved his choice of such a fiercely intelligent and capable witch. This knowledge was a small consolation for him today.  At the age of wizarding majority he was ready to take his relationship with Hermione further, and planned to ask her to marry him this evening, but the pain of doing so without his mother there to witness it sat heavy on his heart.  He had spent the previous week scouring the family vaults and eventually found the perfect heirloom ring, a large emerald on a delicate platinum band that was inset with diamonds.  He would never get over the loss of his mother, but he hoped he could still mark the day surrounded by his friends, family and the woman he hoped would accept his proposal.

The house elves were all decked out in their fine uniforms (a concession to Hermione’s firm beliefs on their treatment) as they busily prepared the manor for the guests due to arrive later.  The dining hall was gutted after the war to leave no trace of the dark magic that had soaked into its walls.  Hermione had particularly enjoyed blasting chunks out of the plaster work and splintering the floor she had lain on whilst Draco looked on helplessly as his aunt had tortured his lover.  It had taken every ounce of his will to maintain his occlumency shields during that horrendous day, and her tear stained gaze at him imploring him to remain impartial and maintain his cover nearly broke him where Voldemort had been unable to do so previously.   He had felt each crucio and swipe of Bellatrix’s blade as though it were on his own flesh, and he had gained a new level of respect for the warrior that Hermione had become during the war.  Now the room was light, airy, with floor to ceiling windows offering views over the spectacular grounds of Malfoy Manor.  They had decided not to replace the chandelier, and instead to settle for the softer diffused light of hundreds of candles floating in the air like the enchanted ceiling in the great hall at Hogwarts. 

Lucius had spared no expense in ensuring it would be a social occasion that would be remembered for years to come.  Tables surrounded the room, groaning under the weight of fine foods, and towers of fluted crystal glasses glinted in the light as champagne bottles floated above pouring out a continuous stream of the finest vintages from the family cellar.

Gradually, as late afternoon gave way to a balmy evening, the guests began to floo in to the reception hall.  Astoria and Theo arrived first, both looking slightly frazzled but glad to get an evening away from their young child.  Astoria greeted Draco with a polite peck on the cheek while Theo looked on with amusement.  “I hope you aren’t trying to steal my wife Draco.  Just because she was betrothed to you first doesn’t mean you can still make a move.”  Draco laughed as he warmly shook Theo’s hand.  His father had arranged the marriage contract as soon as Draco was born, but Draco’s budding relationship with Hermione soon saw his father agree to dissolve it on his behalf as soon as the war ended.  Draco and Astoria had never been close, so it had been no hardship for her to be released from the agreement, allowing her the freedom to be courted by Theo. 

As the Notts moved out of the floo, it was rapidly occupied by Neville and Luna who stepped out to greet Hermione.  Harry and Ginny weren’t far behind, with Sirius and Remus following shortly after.  Remus still looked haggard after the loss of Tonks and the burdens of single parenthood, but still made the effort to see people.  He had been told by Lucius about the special surprise planned for Hermione so had come with Sirius’ encouragement and support. 

Hermione was glad to see so many of her friends and Order members there to celebrate Draco with her.  It had been tough initially when she and Draco had come out about their relationship, and it had taken some time to persuade everyone she hadn’t gone mad, been slipped Amortentia or was under the Imperius.  Now Gryffindors and Slytherins freely socialised with each other, rather than merely tolerating each other’s company.  She smiled noticing Fleur and Bill chatting to Astoria and Theo. 

Ron had sent his patronus saying he was a little delayed.  He and Viktor had been at it like rabbits since hooking up on the quidditch circuit, and since their wedding a month ago she guessed she would be glad if they turned up at all that evening. 

Pansy walked in to the room fashionably late in a breath-taking black form fitted creation that dipped down to the dimples on her lower back, and hugged every tight curve on her body.  As she slinked into the room on red soled heels there were plenty of heads turning to watch her arse as she progressed across the space.  She marched straight up to Lucius, who silently pulled out a chair for her and handed her a glass of champagne then slid into the chair next to her.  He leaned across and whispered into her ear, then smirked as she bit into her full red lips. 

Hermione continued to survey the room, watching Blaise next to Draco as usual. Blaise was murmuring in an animated fashion and indicated subtly to Pansy with his eyes.  Draco turned his gaze discreetly to look at Pansy, his cheeks flushing before he could pull up his occlumency shields.  He shook his head as he spoke to Blaise gently, squeezed his friend’s shoulder and then made his way over to the champagne table with Blaise following closely behind.

The guest list was finally rounded out with older members of the Order.  Kingsley had little time since becoming Minister for Magic, however the Malfoy name had regained some of its former worth after the war, and his friendship with Lucius had sealed the deal.  Snape sat reluctantly in the corner, hating the crowded room full of former students, but still honouring Lucius’ son on his birthday. 

As Hermione worked back around the room to her close friends, Ginny grabbed her in a conspiratorial hug.  “Ok, so I know why most of the people are here, but why is Pansy here?”  Hermione gazed in the direction Ginny had indicated and then looked back at her in confusion.  “What do you mean?”  Ginny and Harry then began to openly stare at the petite curvaceous woman draped languidly in the chair with thick lustrous raven hair flowing over her shoulders, and soft lips against her champagne glass as she sipped it delicately.  The gryffindors couldn’t believe their eyes.  In the last few years something had clearly changed as she now cut a striking, confident figure, dressed in the latest expensive couture garments. “She’s Lucius’ … business partner.  They have some shared investments so she tends to come to any important family occasions. I guess this is probably the first you might have seen of her since the war.  I’ll have to introduce you to Pans later, I’m sure she’ll be happy to catch up with you.”

“Pans?” 

“Well, we see quite a bit of each other.  She’s always in and out of Lucius’ office so after a while it was natural we’d become more closely acquainted.  Of course, Draco knows her far better than I do, as her family is Sacred Twenty Eight and all that rubbish, but she’s really lovely when you get to know her better.  Anyway, I’d best go find Draco as we need to bring out his birthday cake.”

Hermione drifted away from the shocked looks on her friends faces. Clearly more went on at Malfoy Manor than most people knew about.  What business associate dressed like Pansy, and what kind of business could she possibly have with Lucius Malfoy? 

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Hermione looked radiant that evening in a floor length dress that swung from her hips seductively as she worked the room.  Draco found himself staring at her backside multiple times during the party, with an expression that was perhaps inappropriate in company.  The ring burned a hole in his pocket, and he found himself steadily sipping champagne to keep a lid on his nerves.  At 9pm a team of house elves carefully levitated a gigantic birthday cake into the room to the cheers of the assembled guests.  After a chorus of birthday wishes everyone quickly sat down for toasts, anticipating the special speech Draco had planned. 

“I’m so grateful to you all for coming tonight to celebrate my birthday, and spending time at the Manor with us this weekend.  Just over three years ago our family life was turned upside down when we lost my dear Mother.  Today has been bittersweet without her here to see it, but I know she would be proud of the man I have become, and I hope to continue to bring honour to the Malfoy name, just as she did through her own bravery.”  Draco looked across at this father seated next to Pansy, who subtly waved her wand clearing his father’s eyes of the tears that threatened to spill as he smiled proudly at his son.

“I was so fortunate to have the support of you all during those difficult months after her loss, and particularly the support of my dear Hermione.  Thank you all for your friendship, love and encouragement.”

“Tonight, I hope to mark my majority in a very special way.”  Turning to Hermione, Draco knelt down at her side and produced the ring from inside his robes.  He opened the box, looking up into her shocked face.  “Hermione, you have been at my side through the most difficult times of my life.  You trusted me when many others didn’t, and called me to become the best version of myself.  I know I am happiest when I am with you, and want to spend the rest of my life supporting you in your hopes and dreams.  Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”  The room was silent as everyone waited for Hermione’s answer, watching on as she appeared frozen, unable to take in what had just happened. 

“Merlin Hermione, I’ve never known you speechless in my whole life.  Can you at least put me out of my misery if the answer is no?”  At that Hermione seemed to snap out of her reverie, her lower lip wobbling as fat tears rolled down her cheeks while she nodded furiously.  Draco looked up into Hermione’s face hopefully “Yes?” 

“Yes Draco, I’d love to be your wife” she sobbed, as he gently slid the ring onto her finger and stood up to kiss her. 

“Three cheers for Draco and Hermione” Lucius called out from his seat nearby.  The room broke out into happy cheers, and glasses clinked as the crowd toasted them with gusto.  Even Snape appeared to raise his glass of firewhiskey, giving Draco a half smile while the couple kissed oblivious to the room around them. 

“If you will all make your way out to the terrace we have a small celebration display courtesy of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes” said Lucius smoothly whilst indicating to the French doors.  Draco placed his hand on the small of Hermione’s back and led her outside to join their guests.  Ginny and Luna came across to gasp over the ring, whilst Neville and Harry shook Draco’s hand.  Overhead an extravagant fireworks display lit up the sky, illuminating the faces of the crowd below in soft greens, pale silvers, rich golds and bright reds in honour of their house colours.  A dragon and otter danced playfully across the sky in the finale before bursting into sprays of colour, fizzing, then fading out into the night.  Hermione glanced over their gathered friends and her heart felt full to bursting.  Music started up inside, and as the crowd made its way back indoors it became apparent the house elves had worked their socks off to clear the earlier banquet and make space for everyone to dance the night away, with Hermione and Draco leading the way onto the dancefloor. 

With the champagne continuing to flow the dancing rapidly deteriorated into little more than couples grinding into each other.  Ron had eventually made it, clearly dishevelled, and it looked like he and Viktor wouldn’t last long at the party by the way they were looking at each other.  Ron had purple marks up the right side of his neck, and Viktor pressed up behind him intent on adding more on the left side.  “Lovely as it is to see you here tonight Ron, maybe you should take this up to your guest room? We can catch up over breakfast instead” suggested Hermione.  Ron looked up sheepishly, blinked, then nodded and rushed away with Viktor in tow.  Hermione giggled into Draco’s chest as she watched them leave.  “I hope we are still that passionate together when we get married.”  Draco raised an eyebrow as he slid his knee between Hermione’s legs, pulling her subtly against him to grind her closer then whispered “I’m sure we will have no problem with that wicked mind of yours.” 

Remus coughed as he approached the couple, giving them the chance to move to a more socially appropriate distance.  “I’m afraid I’m going to have to hit the sack.  Teddy hasn’t been sleeping well recently and I’m exhausted.  I just wanted to say I’m so happy for you both.  Thank you for having me here tonight.”  He leaned across and gave Hermione an affectionate peck on the cheek before making his way out of the room towards the guest wing. 

Blaise had spent the evening enjoying the free-flowing alcohol, flirting with everyone on the dancefloor, and now finally stumbled into Draco and Hermione.  “Draco, I’m so happy for you.  You know you’re my best friend, and I’m made up for you both.  She’s a lucky lady” he slurred.  Draco rolled his eyes at his drunken friend, detached himself from a slightly disgruntled Hermione, and then proceeded to half carry Blaise off to his room.  Hermione sat down on the nearest chair, kicking off her heels and massaging her sore feet.  Astoria and Theo came to bid her goodnight as they had to floo home to their son, leaving only Harry, Ginny, Luna, Neville, Lucius and Pansy visible in the room.  It rapidly became clear the night was winding down, and Luna winked at Hermione as she dragged Neville away to their suite.  Lucius approached Pansy, offering her his arm before escorting her towards the guest wing, unaware of the exaggerated winks and smirks of Ginny and Harry.  Hermione fixed them with a serious frown and they swallowed their childish laughter.  The friends sat together keeping Hermione company until Draco returned around ten minutes later, before also bidding Hermione good night, leaving her there to enjoy a private drink with him.

Walking down the corridor away from the dining room, Harry and Ginny saw a crack of light from Lucius’ office door, and the sounds of muffled gasps.  Ginny snuck closer to the door with a mischievous look on her face.  Casting a quick muffliato over himself and Ginny, Harry moved up behind her to see what had caught her attention.  Through the doorway they could just make out a figure sprawled out over Lucius’ desk, dark hair fanned out across slim shoulders, hands grasping for purchase amongst the papers and quills. 

“Fuck, Lu, your tongue feels amazing.”  Sirius threw his head back, his swollen lips parting on a gasp as he rocked back into the face of his lover.  His lean figure strained upwards revealing his tattoed chest and pierced nipples as they brushed over the desk top.  Wet sounds permeated the air as Sirius was rimmed to within an inch of his life, then he began to whimper as slick fingers drilled in and out of his tight ring.  Harry flushed seeing his godfather in such a private moment, but Ginny shamelessly continued to watch.  She had always found Sirius sexy, and the sight of him being fucked by another man was irresistible to her. 

A hand wound around Sirius’ hair pulling his head up firmly and manhandling him across to the bookcase.  “Lu, fuck me please.  I’ve been waiting all night.  I’ve been so good, please don’t make me wait any more.”  Ginny could see Sirius’ face forced into the leather covered volumes, then his hands were tied behind his back with a black silk cord.  From her position in the doorway she could only get a clear view of Sirius, who was now bound and bent forward at the waist, his partner barely visible in the corner of the room.  Hands moved to Sirius’ hips and then suddenly pulled him backwards, impaling him on an impressive prick.  Shit, Ginny thought to herself, if Draco was half as impressive as his father, Hermione was going to be a very satisfied wife.  The shadowed man appeared to have impeccable self-control as he barely made a sound while reaming Sirius, who gasped and grunted at every thrust.  Ginny could see Sirius’ cock growing darker and painfully hard, pre-come glistening at the tip as it bobbed against his toned abdomen.  “I’m so close Lu.  Please, I need to cum.  Let me cum.”  At that the thrusts seemed to grow harsher and animalistic, and he began almost growling at the begging of his lover.  He wrapped his hand around Sirius and began to stroke in time with his thrusts until Sirius screamed out his release, his seed spraying across the floor.  He spun around, fell to his knees and opened his mouth wide holding out his tongue.  “Give it to me Lu, mark me, make me yours.”  With a strangled groan the other man painted Sirius’ face in white ropes of spunk, then waited for Sirius to clean his cock with his tongue. 

Ginny pulled away from the doorway with lust blown pupils, grabbed Harry and made for their room as quickly as she could manage.  She had long since soaked through her knickers watching the display in Lucius’ office.  Now the only way she wanted the night to end was being fucked through the mattress by Harry, then choking on his cock before he came all over her face, leaving her looking just like Sirius. 

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Things were a little stilted the next morning at the breakfast table. Hermione and Draco drifted into the room holding hands, and Draco pulled out the seat to the right side of his father for her.  Draco slumped down next to his Snape, who was quietly drinking a cup of black coffee wearing a facial expression that made it abundantly clear how dangerous it would be for anyone to engage him in conversation before he was fully caffeinated. 

Harry sat next to Ginny, drinking tea and unable to make eye contact with his own godfather, preferring instead to chat to Ron and Viktor, whilst ignoring the ever-growing collection of lovebites Ron wore proudly with his open necked shirt.  Sirius sat awkwardly in his chair, pushing the sausages and eggs around his plate with his fork, and occasionally washing down a mouthful with tea whilst chatting with Remus.  Eventually the conversation dried up, and Sirius noticed Harry had barely spoken to him that morning.  “Everything ok Harry? Did you have a good night?”

Harry didn’t quite know what to say.  How did you say you accidentally caught your godfather being screwed by your host in polite company?  He wasn’t sure of the pureblood etiquette for the situation, but Ginny had even less care for manners and jumped straight in.  “We had a lovely time, although by the look of you this morning not as great a night as you had” she smirked.  Sirius dropped his fork, and looked directly at Lucius, who raised an eyebrow at him.  

Harry summoned all his courage and looked his godfather in the eye.  “I know you’ve been lonely over the last few years, and I noticed you had been disappearing from Grimmauld quite a bit recently.  You could have told me, I’d have understood.”   Sirius flushed as Harry continued.  “We had to go past Lucius’ office last night to get to our room, and you must have forgotten the silencing charms.  We heard you both from down the corridor, but it’s pretty clear whatever you and Lu, er Lucius, have has been going on for some time.  I’m happy for you both, but maybe close the door next time?”

Sirius finally recovered from the shock, turned to Remus who nodded encouragingly at him. “Oh Harry.  I’m sorry but you’ve got it all wrong.  I’m not seeing Lucius. I mean he’s quite handsome, but I’m already perfectly happy with my own Lu- Remus Lupin.”  They both burst into fits of giggles at the outraged expression on Lucius’ face who had realised they had likely shagged on his desk.  Snape appeared to be disgusted with Sirius’ behaviour, and coolly stood up from the table.  “I appear to have lost my appetite.  Lucius, I will go scourgify your office so we can finish our business meeting without fear of contamination.  Good day.”  At that he nodded at the breakfast guests, turned and billowed his way out of the room. 

Draco finished his breakfast and left Hermione chatting with her friends who were quietly sniggering about Harry and Ginny’s mistake.  He made his way to his father’s office and found Snape casting multiple cleaning charms on every possible surface, whilst muttering under his breath and furrowing his eyebrows at the sordid traces left from Sirius and Remus’ coupling. 

“Well that was the most interesting breakfast conversation I’ve seen in the manor in years.  Imagine everyone thinking my father had been sleeping with Sirius.”

Snape looked up at Draco and rolled his eyes at him.  “We both know your father would never lower himself to that mangy mutt.  He is a man of exquisite tastes, and enjoys only the finest things in life”

Just at that moment Lucius swept into the room, and settled down into his leather desk chair. 

“Ah, I’m glad I caught you this morning Draco.  There is still the small matter of your birthday gift to settle.  Severus and I have been discussing it for some time.  It’s so difficult to think of the perfect present when your trust vault already allows you to buy anything you could ever wish for.  What could I possibly give you to show you my pride in you, my trust in you? If you have any request make it, and I will grant it to you.”

Draco allowed his eyes to flicker for a brief moment towards Snape, then quickly brought his gaze back down to the table. 

Severus smirked from his chair next to Lucius’ desk, and used his wand to levitate three glasses of firewhiskey from the drinks cabinet, appreciating that Draco would require a bit of dutch courage if he was finally to make his birthday request.  One month earlier he had sat in that very chair and reported to Lucius the images that had entered his mind when Draco’s rudimentary Legilimency had broadcast an image of Draco in bed with him, whilst Hermione was led away by Lucius to his chambers.  They had previously discussed Lucius’ attraction to Hermione, but had dismissed the possibility until Draco had unwittingly shared his fantasies with the master Legilimens.  Since then the couple had been doing everything in their power to plant the idea of a swap in Draco’s mind, and to tempt him to ask willingly for the bargain.  Lucius had never been careless with silencing spells in his life, having mastered them at an early age in the Slytherin dormitories.  Likewise, no door in Malfoy Manor would ever slip open, leaving the Lord of the manor exposed to the gaze of others without his knowledge.  Each calculated step had played out exactly as they planned, culminating in the offer of an unspecified birthday favour as a last encouragement. 

Draco bit his lip and looked up at Snape, who regarded him with a lust filled gaze.  Suddenly it all became clear to Draco.  In his own Slytherin way, his father had offered him the chance to ask for his wildest fantasy.  Hermione appeared at the door, and moved to sit across Draco’s lap.  Feeling his erection press into her, she leant forward and whispered into his ear to propose the swap they had thought about so many times.  Draco drained his glass in one gulp, looked his father straight in the eye, and courageously asked “Anything?”

“I would be happy to share anything in my possession with you Draco.  You are my precious son, and your happiness means the world to me.”

“Then I want Severus for the night” he stammered out quickly, waiting for the outrage from his father and Snape.

“At last, we are getting down to business.  Let’s talk terms.  Assuming I am willing to go along with your request, that is quite something to ask for. How will I know you will treat my property well and return it in good condition?”  Severus raised an eyebrow at being described as Lucius’ property, but allowed the conversation to continue unfolding.

“Perhaps I could also offer something of equal value.  I’ve seen the glances you give Hermione across the dining table, and I know you want her too.  We’ve talked about it before, and I know she’d be more than willing to spend the night with you.”

“Yes, I could smell her willingness at dinner two nights ago” smirked Snape.  “I’m guessing she had neglected to wear any panties from the way her scent lingered in the room.”  Hermione flushed at being called out on her recent behaviour and dared to look directly at Lucius who eyed her now unashamedly. 

“Have you been trying to tempt me Hermione?  If you wanted into my bed you only had to ask.  Severus and I can both be surprisingly flexible in the right circumstances.”  Hermione’s breath began to quicken and she started to squirm in Draco’s lap as Lucius’ words caused heat to start building between her thighs.

“It seems all parties are in willing agreement then.  As soon as our guests leave later today the swap begins.” 

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As Hermione rejoined her friends at the breakfast table she was immediately surrounded by Ginny and Luna.  “So, what’s the real deal between Pansy and Lucius then? If those weren’t ‘fuck me’ shoes last night, then I don’t know what are” Ginny persisted.

Luna looked obviously down the table to Lucius.  “Mm, I’d sure like to know what he was whispering in Pansy’s ear yesterday evening.”

“Yeah, and if Pansy is so well known to the family, why did she need an escort to her room last night?  He’s fucking her, isn’t he?” replied Ginny brashly. 

Hermione met Lucius’ inquisitive gaze with a blush, thinking about the fact that soon enough it wouldn’t be Pansy in his bed, but her.   “No, it’s like I told you, they are business partners.  Lucius invited her last night out of common courtesy, and he would always ensure a single woman was safely escorted at the end of an evening.  That’s just the sort of gentleman he is.”

Ginny sniggered into her coffee “Gentleman?  I best he’s filthy. Underneath all those fine robes and fancy ways, I’d reckon anything goes, as long as the bloodline isn’t affected.” 

“Ginny, that’s my soon to be father in law you’re talking about” she replied, trying to suppress the guilty expression across her face.

“Yes, and he’s particularly delicious.  I bet those platinum locks would feel amazing between my thighs.”   Hermione nearly gasped out loud as Ginny talked nonchalantly about her most recent fantasy of Lucius, as he delicately nudged her consciousness from the other end of the table. 

Talking about me by any chance?

Hermione had to rapidly steer the conversation elsewhere before her body betrayed her further to her friends.

“If you really must know, Pansy and Lucius would never work.  They honestly do have business interests together, and Lucius wouldn’t mix a good business with pleasure.  He and Draco have been trying to play matchmaker to her and Blaise for ages now.  Pansy is convinced Blaise wouldn’t be interested in her, and while she might appear to be confident it’s all a carefully constructed front.  We spent the best part of a day in Madame Malkin’s having that outfit tailored for her to catch Blaise’s eye.”

Have I told you that you look delectable this morning?  I could just eat you up. 

“She gets nervous like any other woman, and I told Lucius to go give her a compliment last night and tell her it was time to make a move on Blaise.  If it hadn’t been for Blaise nervously drinking all night and then crashing out early they might have finally got together.” 

“I haven’t seen them yet this morning” noted Luna airily. 

“Well, I might have played a part in that.  I sent a house elf to Pansy’s room with hangover elixir, pepper up potions, and breakfast for two with a note suggesting she shares it with a friend.  Hopefully she took the hint.”

I have a hint for you.  Tuck your hair back behind your ear so I can see your gorgeous neck.  I like to appreciate beautiful things. 

Hermione surreptitiously stroked her fingers through her curls, sliding them behind her ear and over her shoulder.  She turned her head to the side as though stretching, or in thought.  As she looked around the room, noting Lucius’ pleased smile, then watched Ron and Viktor walk into the room hand in hand.

“Although someone who definitely needs no hints or encouragement is your brother, Ginny.  He and Viktor were all over each other last night.  After everything with Fred I’m just glad to see him with someone who makes him so happy.”

I wonder what you would ask of me to make you happy?

Ron sat opposite a flustered Hermione with a dopey smile, while Viktor poured their coffee and plated them both some food.  “Morning lovebirds.  How was your honeymoon?”

“Bulgaria was breathtaking.  Viktor introduced me to all his favourite dishes, showed me round where he grew up, and took me to the see the first quidditch team he ever played for.  It’s quite something listening to him talk to his family in Bulgarian.” 

Luna smiled back at Ron. “Yes, I’ve always found tall, dark men to be particularly attractive, and his voice does have a special something. What’s next for you both?”

I quite agree with Miss Lovegood.  Tall, dark men with deep voices are quite attractive, but every now and then only a woman’s touch will do.

“We have a portkey later today to rejoin the team, so I’m afraid it’s only a flying visit.  Sorry it couldn’t be longer.”

“That’s ok Ron.  I know you are both so busy nowadays.  I was just glad to see you.  Besides I’m sure everyone else has plans for the rest of the day.”

Luna eyed her friend and noticed her slightly flushed face and quickened breathing.  “I think Hermione has plans with Malfoy we might be interrupting.  Let’s finish up so they can finally have some private time together to mark Draco’s 21^st.”

Yes, you do have plans with Malfoy- only your friends aren’t aware which one.

“Something like that.”

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The last guests were finally herded out of the Manor by mid-afternoon. Pansy and Blaise had been the hardest to evict after finally admitting their attraction to one another, and Draco had to send his patronus into their room to politely suggest they might be more comfortable continuing to get to know each other at Pansy’s flat, with permanent silencing charms.

Lucius glided up behind Hermione at the floo, and then invited her to join him for afternoon tea in the Manor library. “Draco, I believe Severus has something for you in his suite.” The couple nervously glanced at each other, gave each other a brief kiss, then went their separate ways.

Hermione entered the library, noticing the tea table set with elegant china in the centre of the room. “I thought it might relax you if we met in one of your favourite places Hermione.” Lucius stood to pull out her chair, then leant over her shoulder to place her napkin in her lap with the lightest touch of his fingertips trailing across her thighs. “I’m aware that whilst I’ve known you for some time now, there are certain things I don’t yet know about you. Your tastes, your preferences. I thought we could discuss them over tea?”

Hermione nodded, wondering how on earth to start the conversation. Lucius picked up the teapot and poured out for them both, adding the perfect amount of milk and sugar for Hermione. He had clearly been watching her closely for some time.

“You were such a good girl for me this morning. Following my every instruction without letting your friends know. Severus told me how much you liked to please at school. Would you like to be my good girl again tonight?”

“Yes, I’d like that.” Hermione picked up one of the cream scones and started to nibble, appreciating the fruity burst on her tongue of the strawberry jam. Lucius leant forward and swiped a stray blob of cream from the corner of her lips, pushing the digit into her mouth for her to suck clean.

“I enjoy taking charge where partners are concerned, but mostly I enjoy having total control over their pleasure and using that control to make them forget everything around them, except me of course. I plan my encounters ruthlessly, down to the last detail, and I take my responsibility for my partner’s pleasure very seriously. I planned for this weeks ago when I decided to offer the swap to Draco for his birthday.”

Hermione pulled off his finger with a pop, and replied breathlessly “I told Draco that you and Severus were trying to tempt him. I’m glad I was right.”

“Yes, no one sees anything around the Manor unless I wish it to be so. Draco enjoyed our little show, and I think you did too. Tell me what you liked the most.” He sat back in his chair sipping his fragrant earl grey tea, regarding her with an open expression on his face.

“I watched you taking your time over Severus. Watched your hands tracing over each inch of his flesh, controlling each piece that was unveiled, then you worshipping every part of him with your mouth, your body. I could only imagine what it would be like to be subjected to that level of intensity. Then finally when you had pulled every morsel of pleasure from his body I could understand his willingness to please you. I thought about myself in his place, kneeling in front of you, my lips stretched over your marvellous prick while you took what you wanted from me.”

“I noticed at breakfast you weren’t surprised by my use of Legilimency. Is that something Draco and you have used before?”

“It comes in handy when speaking is difficult” she smirked, while sucking another blob of cream from her own fingertips suggestively.

“Perhaps you might allow me to use it now, but rather than its use for communication you might let me see what things you are comfortable with, your limits, and your secret desires?”

Lucius indicated to Hermione to take a seat on the chaise next to the table, sat next to her sliding his hand into her hair, and made eye contact whilst he took his wand out of his cane “Legilimens.”

Hermione felt herself drop back into her mind, the place she had only ever previously shared with Draco. Lucius’ presence in her mind was assertive, but gentle. He rapidly made his way past school memories, lingering only slightly on a few scenes of Hermione and Severus, neatly manoeuvred around all traces of the war and then teased open the chest containing her deepest fantasies. Hermione watched as the memory of her last coupling with Draco came to the surface, complete with the image of her and Lucius. Lucius slowed down the replay, delighting in every detail, and enjoying her response to seeing it again.

As he pulled back from her mind she was already a little breathless and struggling to meet his eyes. “What about you? What could you hope to gain from this? You and Severus look more than happy together.”

“Oh, believe me, we are. Since Narcissa passed I have had the pleasure of Severus’ company to soothe me, but I still occasionally miss the touch of a woman. The feel of soft curves and smooth skin against me, rather than lean muscle and stubble. Plus, there is also the double benefit of keeping it in the family, so to speak. No risk of an heir outside the bloodline for myself, and well, if Draco wanted to indulge certain other interests I would trust no one better than Severus to keep that private. I assume since you and Draco are not yet betrothed you are on the potion?”

“Yes, Severus provides it for me every month.”

“Good, then I think we have come to a sufficient understanding for us to proceed. Your safeword?”

“Quidditch. Yours?”

“Azkaban.”

With a brief nod Lucius stood, held out his hand and then led Hermione from the room to his master suite upstairs. On entering the room, he turned, closed the door with a click, and then started casting more silencing spells than Hermione ever knew existed. Once he had finished, he guided Hermione over to the enormous four poster bed.

“It seems Draco has bestowed a beautifully wrapped gift upon me, even though it was his birthday.” Hermione blushed prettily under the weight of his gaze. “Would you allow me to open it?”

Hermione nodded and let Lucius place his hands on the bow holding her wrap dress together. Grasping one of the tails he slowly pulled until the bow released and the dress fell open revealing her silver trimmed black lingerie set. Lucius’ fingers ran up her sides, skirting the edges of her lace clad breasts, then rolling over her shoulders to brush the dress down her arms and onto the floor.

Lucius sat in a chair next to the bed, toed off his dress shoes and poured out a glass of firewhiskey. He circled his index finger lazily in the air. “Hands behind your head and turn.” Hermione raised her arms stiffly, placed her hands behind her head then started to twirl self-consciously on the spot as Lucius sipped the amber coloured liquid. Lucius set down his glass to undo his cufflinks, slowly worked his shirt open, then removed it and laid it over the back of the chair, revealing his pale toned torso.

“That position really shows off your magnificent breasts, but we will have to do something about them being hidden away like that.” Lucius stalked across to Hermione, sliding his index fingers into her bra cups and pulling each side low enough to free her pink nipples for his perusal. Next, he took the index and middle fingers of his right hand and pressed it between Hermione’s parted lips, sliding it along her tongue for her to suck. Pulling them back out of her mouth, he traced the digits down her chin, along her neck and then finally circled her left nipple with the lightest of touches. She allowed her head to drop back slightly, as he moved his head down and ghosted warm breath over her right nipple before it was engulfed in the moist heat of his mouth. “Mm, delicious, like fresh raspberries in cream. My son has clearly inherited my excellent tastes.”

Hermione let her head fall forward, noticing the bulge straining the front of Lucius trousers that was now pressing firmly into her thigh. “I don’t think your tastes are the only thing he inherited.” Lucius’ hands moved on, down her body, grasping her hips then pushing her back onto the soft bed.

Climbing over her, he bracketed her body with his arms, and used one knee to push her thighs apart. Then he calmly lowered himself onto her, grinding his covered cock into her molten centre as he brushed his chest over her sensitive nipples. Hermione tried to wrap her legs around his waist to pull him in closer, but he pushed them back down onto the bed and reminded her that he was the one in charge tonight, not her. Sliding his hand into her hair, he grasped her locks firmly then used them to control her head as he initiated a bruising kiss. Plunging his tongue into her mouth, then moving back to worry her lips with his teeth. Lucius kissed like a man who knew what he wanted, and wasn’t afraid to pursue it, and Hermione allowed herself to melt into the kiss, nearly dizzy from its length. While she was distracted he used his wand to summon red silks to bind her wrists above her head, leaving her helpless underneath him. At last he allowed her head to relax, and for her to snatch in a breath, as he started to work his way down her body in heated open-mouthed kisses.

His lips brushed along her inner thighs and he gently sucked on the skin before running the bridge of his nose back up towards her core, inhaling her musky scent and allowing his breath to warm her skin through her underwear. Hooking his fingers into her waistband he slowly drew her thong down her legs, revealing her bare sex to his view. Lucius dove straight in without hesitation, feasting on her womanhood like a starving man, while Hermione could only look down and gasp as she watched his platinum blonde head between her legs, feeling the silky strands caress the sensitive skin of her thighs. The fantasy was rapidly blown out of the water, as Lucius ran his tongue enthusiastically up and down the length of her slit, swirling and sucking her clit, then allowing the vibration of his voice to further enhance Hermione’s pleasure. “Your cunt is absolutely gorgeous. I could happily lie here and eat it all night.”

Lucius pressed a finger into her slick entrance, then slid it upwards along the front wall of her vagina feeling for her G spot. As soon as he identified the bumpy ridge of tissue, another finger joined the first and began stroking down in repeated motions that left Hermione squirming on the bed above Lucius. Pushing her thighs upwards Lucius used his wand to add additional silks to suspend her ankles leaving her bent in half, increasing the pressure on her lower abdomen and raising her pelvis towards his face. In this new position she felt incredibly exposed and closed her eyes to concentrate on the physical sensations. She noticed Lucius using his mouth along her pussy lips, could feel the cold metal of the Malfoy Lordship ring providing firm pressure to her perineum, whilst his thumb began to circle her clit. Her internal muscles started to tighten and flutter, and she started to panic as she also felt pressure building in her bladder. Lucius could feel her getting slicker by the moment, and then turned his hand sideways, allowing his ring finger to run over her tight arsehole, providing a new shocking sensation that suddenly propelled Hermione unexpectedly into a very messy climax. She felt her muscles urging down, pushing desperately against his fingers, and could only wail as he pulled his hand away allowing her to squirt spectacularly all over his face, and herself. He lunged forward and gulped down as much of her fluids as he could, before quickly releasing her bonds and flipping her onto all fours. He proceeded to lick every last drop from her shuddering body, from her inner thighs, her pussy and, lastly, confident broad strokes of his tongue around her pink rim.

Draco and Hermione were no strangers to anal play, and whilst Hermione was more than happy when Draco would slide a finger into her arse while they were having sex, he had never gone down on her there before. Hermione found herself pushing back onto Lucius’ face, while he happily swirled his tongue around her rosebud, using it to relax the tight ring of muscle by pushing outwards from the centre and working in a clockwise motion to cover the whole area. Lucius grabbed her arse cheeks, pulled them apart to admire the spit slickened hole, then used his tongue with a stabbing motion to really open it up properly. He kissed and sucked her rim, whilst jabbing in and out with the wet muscle. Hermione was left a boneless mess on the bed, making inarticulate noises, and blissfully thought free as her body desperately chased each new sensation Lucius offered.

Lucius knew from his journey into Hermione’s mind that she and Draco had not had anal sex yet, and that Hermione was keen to save that gift for Draco, but he was damned if he wouldn’t do his best to encourage her to enjoy whatever other anal pleasures remained open to them tonight, and to hopefully tempt her to enjoy some anal fun with him in the future.

Kneeling behind Hermione he pulled his trousers open, freeing his manhood from the tight confines it had been restrained in, then aligned himself with her slick entrance, gliding in smoothly with one thrust after all his work to ensure she was fully aroused before he penetrated her. He revelled in her warm, wet heat, and felt her gripping him with her internal muscles, trying to suck him back into her body each time he tried to pull back. He watched her smooth arse cheeks jiggle each time he bottomed out in her, and gave into temptation, using his thumbs to spread her now slightly gaping hole to his view. Slowly leaning forward, he allowed a long string of saliva to drizzle from his mouth directly into her puckered hole, using his thumbs to massage and work it in.

Changing his angle slightly, Lucius worked to target Hermione’s G spot, hammering it with every forward thrust as his balls slapped her cunt. Hermione could feel the heat building low in her belly, and knew it wouldn’t be long before she came again. Lucius could feel her tightening around his prick and wanted to push her enjoyment up a notch. Grabbing his wand, he quickly cast a wordless lube spell on Hermione’s back passage, then started to finger her arse, stroking himself through the back wall of her vagina. This time her climax began from deeper inside her pelvis, working up through the centre of her body, her nipples throbbing and even the top of her head tingling as her brain struggled to process the dual stimulation of her G spot and her ass. Lucius struggled to hold on to his control as her body tried its best to milk his cock, but he wanted to get one more orgasm out of Hermione before the night was over.

Pulling out of her exquisitely tight cunt, he stripped out of his trousers then rolled over the nearly insensate woman. He grabbed her by the ankles, lifting her legs and positioning her feet by his shoulders. This final position tightened her even further, and as he plunged into her he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Reaching a hand around her thigh, Lucius rapidly flickered Hermione’s clit watching her face screw up in a silent scream. Her legs began to shake, and tears rolled down her cheeks as she finally let her body give in the overwhelming sensations Lucius was generating in her. “Fuck, you are so beautiful when you come Hermione. I want to come inside you. Is that ok?” It was all Hermione could do to nod back her consent, as she lay breathlessly below him trying to come to terms with the mind-bending orgasm she had just been subjected to. Lucius anchored himself on her hips, and picked up the pace with a rapid staccato rhythm from his hips. His body had a light sheen of sweat covering it, and a flush was now working its way down his neck and onto his chest, mirroring the colour of his cheeks and swollen lips. He looked like a statue carved from marble, lean lines worked in relief, muscles straining and the very image of classic masculinity. His thrusts became erratic and increasingly brutal, then with his head thrown back he blissfully roared out his climax as he emptied his balls into Hermione.

His knees buckled underneath him, and it took every last remaining ounce of his energy to slide down to Hermione’s side where he gathered her into his arms and they promptly fell asleep together.

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Draco watched Hermione follow his father into the Manor library, before taking a steadying breath and heading for the sweeping staircase that led upstairs.  He could feel his heart accelerating in his chest, and was a little shaky as he made his way to Severus’ suite at the end of the corridor.  The door was ajar, and from within he could see Severus sat comfortably reading in his green wingback chair. His glasses were perched at the end of his nose, his bare feet tucked under him and on the table next to him sat a steaming mug of black coffee.  Draco continued to spy on Severus from the doorway, looking at the rolled-up sleeves of his white shirt that revealed strong forearms honed by years of lugging heavy cauldrons around.  Every few minutes a pale hand would lift from his thigh and then delicately turn the page with the tip of a potion stained finger.  It was a sight few people had ever been privy to, this relaxed, carefree Severus, and to Draco it felt almost intimate to be able to witness it for himself. 

“Planning on joining me any time soon, or did you prefer to just look your fill from the corridor?” Severus drawled, without bothering to even look up.  Draco flushed as he realised Severus had known he had been there for some time, but had said nothing.  Stumbling awkwardly through the door Draco hastily closed it and sat in the companion chair opposite Severus’ own.  Silence permeated the space as Severus regarded Draco with a neutral gaze, rubbing his lower lip with his hand in thought.  “Coffee?”  Draco nodded his head, his mouth seemingly parched, and his ability to speak temporarily deserting him.  Faced with the reality of his fantasy his nerves kicked in hard, and despite his occlumency shields he trembled momentarily.  Skilled hands poured another cup of coffee from the French press, swirled in cream and sugar, then added a shortbread to the saucer before passing it over to Draco, who gratefully sat sipping and breathing in the rich aroma.

“I need to lay out a few things with you before we start Draco.  I spent many years serving cruel powerful men, having to bend myself to their will, follow their every order and since then I’ve promised myself that only I choose what I do with my time, with my life, with my body.  I will never have another master, and I will not be unwillingly pushed around, so whatever we do in our time together must be agreeable to both of us.  I will not mistreat you as I have been in the past, so we cannot proceed until we both understand better what the other wants.”

“Erm, I’m not sure what exactly it is that I want.  I know I find you magnetic, I’m drawn to you.”

“What, for my looks?  My sparkling personality?  Don’t…lie…to…me.  Tell me what you want or this will be over between us before it has even begun.”  Severus glared threateningly, and Draco had a decision to make.  He could walk away and nothing more would come of this, or he could be honest both with himself and Severus. 

“I want what you promised.”

“Promised?” 

“I remember it like it was yesterday.  You strode into the potions classroom, your robes billowing behind you like a malevolent cloud.  The whole room waited on baited breath as you promised potions that would bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses.  I want that.  I want to be overwhelmed by sensation, to be commanded, to be overwhelmed by you. I want the powerful man who swore to protect me, to help me, even at risk to his own life. I want you to take me apart piece by piece, then stitch me back together like you did on that bathroom floor all those years ago.”

Severus watched as Draco finished speaking, his lips starting to redden and sounding a touch breathless in his rush to get it all out.

“You want me to take control?” Draco’s cheeks burned as he nodded.  “Have you ever been intimate with a man before?” 

“Just a quick fumble once in a broom cupboard with Blaise.  We never got too far as your blasted corridor patrol nearly busted us, then shortly after that Hermione came into my life.  We’ve explored plenty together, but there’s still that itch I’ve never been able to scratch.  To have someone who was stronger, more powerful, take charge of me.  To know I was at their mercy.”

“Mm, I was hoping you would be honest enough to admit to that. I must admit I’ve been rather intrigued ever since you broadcast that delightful image straight into my mind of you restrained and ready for the taking a few weeks ago.  Thankfully your legilimency has improved somewhat over the last few weeks, so I’m not constantly assaulted by stray images of fucking when I’m trying to read Potions Quarterly.  I would suggest we use a traffic light safeword together.  Green for go, Yellow for slow, Red for Stop.  Would that be acceptable to you?”  Draco nodded in agreement.  “Good, I can work with that.  Now, take out your wand.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I said… take… out… your… wand.”

Sliding his hand into his back pocket, Draco slowly withdrew his precious hawthorn wand, and, with a sudden burst of understanding, laid it on the table between them.  Severus’ eyes darkened as Draco effectively handed over his control to the older wizard. 

“Come.”  The brusque dark-haired wizard led the way into the adjoining ensuite where the large sunken bath was already full to the brim with steamed scented water held under a stasis charm at the perfect temperature.  Fresh sprays of lavender floated across the water’s surface, and a shimmer of bath oil glinted in the light of the candles surrounding the tub.  “I thought you might appreciate a little time to relax after last night’s party before we get any closer acquainted.  I have a few things to collect, so please make yourself at home.”  Severus swept out of the room, leaving Draco to strip and step down into the blissfully warm water.  A few minutes later Severus returned in a black silk gown, with a tray floating behind him.  Setting the tray down on the ledge surrounding the bath, Severus dropped the robe revealing his slender body and stepped down into the water opposite Draco.  He poured each of them a cold, crisp glass of champagne, then popped slices of fresh strawberries into each flute, before handing one to Draco.  Sliced fruits sat beautifully arranged on a platter, next to a bowl of chocolate fondue, honey, and a bottle of champagne sat in an ice bucket at the centre of the tray.  

Severus allowed his form to slide languidly into the water, his dark tresses clinging to his shoulders, the very image of controlled calm and ease as he quietly sipped his champagne.  Draco sipped his tipple and found himself relaxing, drinking in the calming scent of the water as his eyelids drooped slowly shut. 

“Keep your eyes closed.” Leaning forward, Severus took a strawberry from the plate, placed it between his teeth then prowled forward over Draco, teasing the ripe fruit over the seam of his lips until they parted with a gasp for Severus to deposit the sweet morsel onto his tongue.  Onyx orbs flashed with hunger, watching as Draco slowly swallowed the treat, then opened his mouth again for another.  

Next Severus selected a juicy finger of mango, swiping across Draco’s lips first before holding it still, allowing him to nibble small bites from the slice until gradually Severus’ face got closer and closer to Draco’s, before finally lips met lips.  Instinctively Draco’s small pink tongue snuck out of its shelter to mop up the traces of mango juice that glazed Severus’ lips and had dripped down his chin and neck.  His hands moved automatically up into Severus’ hair, grasping it by the roots and allowing him to expose the scars Nagini had inflicted.  Working his way down over the sensitive tissue, Draco licked and sucked the skin gently, cleaning it of the sweet, sticky juice before moving back up to offer himself to Severus’ ravenous mouth.  The fruit flavours combined with the dry champagne on Severus’ tongue as it chased Draco’s and eagerly entwined with it, capturing muffled moans before they could emerge from his mouth. 

Strong hands grasped Draco and before he knew what had happened Severus had flipped them around, with Draco now straddling his lap.  Draco’s eyes flicked open without thought, gasping at the sensation of Severus’ firm prick against his butt cheeks.  Severus casually waved his hand and, before the Obscuro registered in Draco’s mind, he was suddenly plunged into darkness.  Grasping for the blindfold, he could feel soft velvet against his skin, but could not remove it, try as he might.  Deprived of his sense of sight, Draco’s heart rate began to climb, and his breath hitched as he listened out, trying to anticipate what might come next.  His wrists were suddenly forced behind his lower back and bound firmly.  Lips caressed his ear with warm breath as Severus murmured to him in his silky baritone, “we mustn’t touch what isn’t ours Draco.” 

Thin knees pressed into Draco’s back as he was urged to rest back against them.  There was the click of a lid being opened, then a drizzle of thick liquid over Draco’s chest as honey slid over his nipples and torso.   A long finger circled around Draco’s nipple, collecting the honey, then pushed for entrance between his lips.  Draco felt a firm berry against his chest, swirling patterns in the sticky golden goodness, then tasted the treat on his tongue as Severus shared it between them in a messy kiss.  Next a piece of creamy banana was teased in and out of his mouth before he was allowed to consume it. 

Draco could feel Severus slowly grinding against his backside and the slightest hint of a restrained moan as he was displayed for his pleasure.  As the fruit plate was cleared piece by piece, Severus became less careful, small pieces of fruit dropping from his grasp down into Draco’s lap, berries mashed over his skin, juice now coating his neck as he struggled to keep up with the urgency of his feeder.  Then strong arms pulled his body forwards onto Severus’ chest, squashing the mess of food between them, before Severus moved his filthy hand up into Draco’s pristine hair, and he was held in a breathtaking kiss while Severus rutted against him from below.  He was given a short reprieve before he became aware of the scent of the chocolate drawing closer.  Sticky warmth coated his face and chest as Severus began to lick the chocolate directly from his body, moaning with enjoyment and little regard for the state they were now both in. 

Draco realised his cock had grown hard sandwiched between Severus’ stomach and all the food that had dripped down his torso.  Molten heat engulfed his prick as Severus poured the last of the melted chocolate directly over his crotch and then worked his hand up and down through the mess, sliding slickly over Draco’s cock as he panted in Severus’ lap.  Although it was pleasurable, Severus moved his hand slowly, teasing Draco.  He began to become impatient, giving small thrusts of his hips, urging his tormentor to go a little faster.  “You look gorgeous like that, restrained in my lap, fucking my fist through all that mess.  So greedy, so needy.  I wonder what Hermione would say if she could see you so desperate like this.”  Draco shuddered, the humiliation intensifying each sensation.  He could hear the slick sounds of his cock squelching through the ring of Severus’ long fingers, could imagine how it would look with the chocolate running down his length blending with the red berries that were coating his blonde pubic hair.  “Then again perhaps I could show her the memory in a pensieve while Lucius fucks her from behind.  We could see if she is just as much of a slut. as. you. are.”  He punctuated each of the last words with a particularly forceful grip, twisting over the head each time before Draco finally lost it and grunted his climax out, adding his white spunk to the mess between their chests. 

Draco fell back against Severus’ knees, reeling from the sudden climax, and trying to catch his breath.  He felt the blindfold being untied and his bonds released, then slowly opened his eyes to see Severus’ hands raking through the thick chocolatey goop on them both, his lips swollen, red and clearly still very aroused.  Pushing back off Severus’ legs, Draco hauled the older man up onto the ledge around the bath, knelt between his thighs and started to lick and slurp his way down his body.  Eventually he found himself eye to eye with a truly impressive prick which stood tall and proud, straining away from Severus’ groin and glistening with pre-come.  Draco looked up into smouldering eyes as he gave small kitten licks to the top of his cock, then gaining more confidence took the head into his mouth to taste the salty musk of the soft skin.   He began to work his head slowly up and down, adding a little suction with each withdrawal, but found himself struggling to fit the whole length.  Wrapping his hand around the base he tried the moves he usually enjoyed on himself, noticing his fingers just managing to fit around the girth. 

Hands moved into his ruined hair, pushing it back off his face so that Severus could watch the motion of his prick in and out of Draco’s stretched lips, then applied increasing pressure encouraging him to take it into his throat.  Draco could feel his gag reflex kick in, and struggled back coughing as he heard Severus let out an unrestrained moan.  Buoyed on by the noises above, Draco again tried to work him back into his throat, and this time felt his throat tighten around the intruding organ, saliva exploding from his mouth as he drew back to breathe.  The grip on his head grew stronger, and Draco allowed himself to be worked on and off Severus, tears streaming down his face as he listened to the increasingly erotic gasps from the usually reserved potions master. 

Casting a wandless lube spell, Draco cradled Severus’ balls in one hand and slid the other hand lower, circling and testing his rim.  Pulling off Severus, he pushed him back on the ledge, tilting his pelvis upwards, and bent his knees to fully expose his hole.  Taking one testicle into his mouth at a time, he sucked and swirled the soft skin of his scrotum, then finally dipped lower to tease Severus’ perineum with his tongue, while he continued to work his prick with his slick hand.  Severus’ breaths were now becoming fast and irregular.  Draco could see thigh muscles tightening, toes clenching and curling, and it was clear he wouldn’t last much longer.  He sat back on his heels, and looked up into Severus’ contorted face.  “Come on me.”  Severus wasted no time grabbing his length, then with a skilled touch moaned loudly as he brought himself rapidly to climax, aiming ropes of cum across Draco’s waiting tongue and eager face.  

Severus looked down over Draco who remained kneeling in front of him, taking in the sight of his cum sliding down his face and neck, his chest covered in a mixture of honey and smashed fruits, and his platinum blonde hair streaked with smears of chocolate.  “What a pretty picture you make.  I wonder if you taste as good as you look.”  He slid back into the water, gathered Draco into his arms, not heeding the mess between them, and dragged him into a sloppy kiss, tasting his own cum on Draco’s lips and tongue.  Reaching for a soft cloth he poured out a foaming bath oil that Draco recognised as Severus’ from its oaky scent.  With great care and attention, Severus used the cloth to remove every trace of their encounter, until Draco’s skin was as pristine as snow, marred only by the fine silvery scars from Potter’s sectumsempra.  Draco returned the favour, enjoying the opportunity to touch and stroke every inch of Severus’ body, as he washed the evidence of their encounter from his body. 

Severus took his wand and cast a cleaning spell on the bath, leaving them in fresh water, before indicating to Draco to turn around so he could wash his hair.  Draco floated on the surface of the water between Severus’ thighs, allowing the older man to gently rake his nails across his scalp, working in the wood scented shampoo and clearing the last remaining streaks of chocolate from his hair.  After rinsing he swapped places and sighed happily as he was allowed to pour steamy hot water over raven locks, then use his fingertips to press into the tense muscles of Severus’ scalp until he practically melted under Draco’s treatment.  Laying bonelessly together in the water, they remained in companionable silence finishing off the champagne until Draco started to whine about his pruny fingertips. 

Severus stood up, the water sluicing down his strong back and over his buttocks, stepping out to quickly dry himself before offering his hand to Draco to ease him out, wrapping him in a huge, warm, fluffy towel.  He led Draco back through to his bedroom, where Draco could see a cover laid out over the bed with more soft towels, candles and a large bowl that appeared to be filled with water.  “I had planned just a simple bath, followed by a massage before we became more intimately acquainted, but I’m afraid I got a little distracted.  Would you like a massage now?”  Draco could think of nothing better than having Severus’ skilled hands all over his body again, and moved quickly into position face down on the bed, a towel keeping his lower body a little warmer. 

Severus straddled the back of Draco’s thighs, his weight a comforting presence to Draco’s excited body.  Dipping his hands into the bowl of clear liquid, he scooped a handful up and poured it out over the centre of Draco’s back.  To his surprise it was slightly warm and viscous.  Severus smoothed the concoction into his skin in firm circular motions that pressed the air out of Draco’s lungs in a pleasurable way.  “This is nuru massage gel.  I make it myself, and find it gives a beautiful glide.  It will leave you softer than a baby’s bottom.  The key is making sure to use plenty.”  At that he used his hands to drizzle even more over Draco’s upper back and shoulders, the warm lotion dripping down and pooling a little under his chest.  Using his forearms and elbows Severus made broad strokes over the tight muscle groups.  Fingertips pinpointed knots on either sides of Draco’s spine, and worked out a particularly painful spot in his lower back that had plagued him since his quidditch days.  Severus slid back between Draco’s legs and began applying huge quantities along the backs of his calves and thighs that ran down and formed a puddle beneath him.  Bending his right leg behind him, Severus smoothed the slick substance into Draco’s foot, applying heavenly pressure into the arches of his foot and drawing a groan from him.  He repeated the process on the other side, lulling Draco into a near boneless state. 

Moving the towel aside, Severus began to add more gel over Draco’s lower back, allowing his hands to gradually encroach onto Draco’s firm butt cheeks.  Draco could feel as Severus’ hands slid easily over the area in circular strokes.  The circles started small in the middle of each glute, then slowly widened tracing underneath his butt where it met the upper thigh, skirting the outside of his hips, scooping the flesh of his cheeks together, then the thumbs dipping down the crease of his arse and skirting over his hole.  Then the sequence reversed with the same thumbs brushing his centre, pulling his cheeks apart to expose his entrance. 

Severus pulled Draco’s hips up a little and positioned a wedge underneath that left him backside slightly elevated.  He scooted back up behind Draco’s thighs, and guided his hands to spread his own cheeks. With a clear view of Draco’s rear, he drizzled a large handful of the nuru directly onto his sphincter.  Draco gasped at the heat and warmth transferred by the gel, then almost purred as Severus proceeded to massage the sensitive skin all around the area.  A fingertip worked small circles directly onto the muscle, just applying pressure but never pressing for entrance, driving Draco slowly insane.  The finger was switched out for a thumb that moved from the centre of his pucker and pulled outwards, continuing in a clockwise fashion until the whole muscle was relaxed and pliable.  A second thumb joined in, working in opposition to the first and encouraging the rosebud to open and wink under their onslaught, giving Severus the chance to pour a cold liquid straight into his guts that gave a strange tingling sensation which rapidly fizzled away into nothing. 

“I expect you’ve noticed by now that the Nuru is odourless and colourless.  It’s also non-toxic and tasteless.”  As Draco wondered why he was being given a potions lesson in the middle of a massage, he suddenly felt a different pressure on his anus.  Much firmer and more flexible than a finger, Draco realised that Severus had swiped his tongue directly over his arse, and it felt amazing.  Saliva now mixed with the nuru, making it even runnier, and it worked its way down Draco’s bollocks and prick giving him a warm wet puddle to grind into.  Severus pushed his face directly into Draco, adding his mouth to the stimulation and firming up his tongue to jab into the centre of his pucker.  Draco could feel himself opening under the blissful sensations, and Severus working his tongue further and further inside him whilst humming his enjoyment into the sensitive flesh.  Grasping the cover below in his fists, Draco pushed his face down into the bed to smother his moans, and began to grind back onto Severus, his body urging him down onto the wicked tongue. 

Severus leant over Draco’s shoulder to bring the nuru bowl closer to his hips, then coated his cock liberally before sliding it into the now greasy crevice and rubbing the tip onto Draco’s entrance.  Draco’s head spun at the press of Severus’s large cock head against his tight pucker, but then placed his hand behind him, pressing him away and looked into his gaze directly.  “I’m sorry, you can’t believe how much I’ve fantasised about you fucking me, but Hermione and I are saving our first times for each other.  I can’t do it without her.”

Severus paused mid glide with a quizzical furrow of his brow.  “I’m struggling to see how she would be well enough equipped for you to do it with her, unless you were planning for her to polyjuice into a male body, although that’s hardly the same thing as her fucking you.”

“Actually, there’s a muggle device, a strap on.  She showed me one in a wizarding shop on Knockturn a few weeks ago.  It has this gorgeous leather harness you add a dildo to, and a spell embedded so she can feel it like it was her own prick.”

“I’m assuming Hermione is also saving the same treat for you too? Lucius will be disappointed, he’s an arse man at heart. Perhaps when the time comes you will allow us to be present with a little friendly assistance as you take that step?  Very well, no penetration tonight, but there’s still plenty we can enjoy.”

“No penetration?”

Severus blinked for a moment, as though frozen, then the strangest sound exited his mouth, a full throaty laugh.  “Oh Draco, I told you how selective I am about my body, and the only person who has that privilege is your father.  Just as your arse belongs to your partner, so does mine.  Now turn over.  I promise it will be worth it.”

Draco pushed up into a plank, slid out the wedge from underneath him, then rolled over, slipping a little in the accumulated nuru below him.  Severus positioned himself over Draco’s thighs again, and then lifted the nuru bowl, pouring half of the remaining fluid down his own torso.  Draco watched the glint of his skin, and the rivulets which ran down his chest and abdomen before puddling around their groins and seeping down between his legs.  Placing the bowl down at the side, Severus leant forward pressing his whole body against Draco and then gripped the headboard above, using the leverage to slide his whole self up and down the length of Draco.  The gliding pressure was indescribable, and Draco realised their cocks were now aligned in close proximity, rubbing against each other with every pass.  He could feel Severus’ prick head prod the underside of his balls, then work along his length before overshooting and hitting his abdomen.  He could hear the sound of the gel squelching between them, and the wet slap of flesh on flesh.  He could smell Severus’ freshly shampooed hair each time his head passed close by, and could see the gathering flush on his skin as he became more and more aroused. 

Severus growled and pushed Draco’s legs back into his chest.  Drawing up, he planted his own knees widely to stabilise himself on the now slippy bed cover, and began to frot against Draco’s arse with undulating motions of his hips.  Using one hand to anchor himself to Draco’s right side, he used his right hand to pour the last of the massage gel straight over their cocks, gripping Draco and working his flesh in quick, efficient strokes.  Draco watched the warm gel oozing between Severus’ knuckles, and felt his own hips pressing upwards involuntarily.  Harsh breaths were punched out of him with every thrust from Severus, who was growing equally breathless.  He felt himself spiralling, higher and higher towards a glorious climax, every fibre of his being singing with sheer joy, then with a final brutal twist from Severus’ hand he spilled his seed in thick sprays over his chest, a little even reaching his chin.  Sobbing with overwhelm, Draco could only lie there watching in awe as Severus knelt up using the collected spunk from his fingers to lubricate his own cock.  Severus’ eyes drifted closed, his long dark lashes resting upon flushed cheeks, lips parted in ecstasy as his orgasm overtook him and he deposited his hot load onto Draco’s arsehole.  Finally catching his breath Severus opened his eyes to see Draco reaching down to playing with the cum, teasing it around his entrance, then bringing his soiled fingers up to his mouth for a taste. 

“Next time, I want to see it dripping out of your arse, not just decorating it” Severus smirked, then moved behind Draco to spoon him, feeling him shudder against him at the crude image he had described.  Severus reached out to the bedside blindly, grabbing his wand and using it to cast Evanesco on the bed, and a number of cleaning charms over their bodies.  Realistically there was only so much magic could manage, and Draco still felt a bit slimy and damp in places, but he was too exhausted to do anything else at that moment. 

“Did you mean what you said about being there for my first time?”

“Of course.  While I’m sure Hermione has done plenty of research there’s no substitute for experience, and I’d be more than happy to be there to help you both, if Hermione is agreeable too.  Plus, I’m pretty sure your father would be willing to help when the time comes to pop Hermione’s anal cherry. That is one sight I know he’d do anything to see.”

Draco pondered the idea as he felt his eyelids drooping.  Perhaps this swap was just the start of bigger things to come.  Either way, a shower in the morning with Severus would be the perfect way to round off this very special birthday gift. 

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Hermione stretched out, then froze, momentarily confused as to her whereabouts.  Surrounded by unfamiliar bedding and furniture she struggled to remember how she had gotten there.  To be honest she was struggling to think at all with the delightful grinding pressure against her backside, and the skilled hand already at work at her core. The warmth behind her evaporated, then the bedding tunnelled below her feet as she was pushed onto her back and a blonde head moved up high enough under the covers to settle in comfortably over her cunt.  Hermione relaxed as soon as she saw the platinum hair and allowed herself to sink back into the pillowy mattress, enjoying the enthusiastic efforts of her lover.  She could feel stickiness between her thighs from the previous night, but was not objecting to his preferred method of clean up, as a flexible tongue slithered itself up and down her folds clearing every last drop of the combined fluids from her skin.  Unfortunately, his efforts seemed to only add to the sticky mess, as she became increasingly aroused, her slick starting to ooze from her entrance, covering his face and chin.  Fingers subtly worked into her, scissoring as they delved deeper into her, and eliciting a small moan from her. 

Hermione threw her arms up above her head to grasp the headboard. Flexing her hands she concentrated on steadying her breathing so she could focus on every moment and not race ahead to the finish line too quickly.  Two fingers became three, and three became a slightly uncomfortable four, all whilst that sinuous tongue continued to lap at her swollen pussy lips and clit.  A hand stuck out from under the covers and grabbed the wand lying on the bedside, casting a lube spell that coated his hand liberally in thick, white lube that eased the discomfort enough until four fingers were gliding in and out easily.  Hermione could feel the tip of a thumb nudging her entrance each time the hand moved forward, and was starting to dread what else might be expected of her, tightening involuntarily at the thought. 

“You’re doing so well for me my sweet girl, fitting all those fingers into your lovely tight pussy, but I know you can take another one.  Will you try it for me?”  Hermione tried to let her body relax, then reached down with one hand to stroke his hair and signal her willingness to continue.  The thumb tip became a knuckle then, and despite Hermione’s initial fear she couldn’t manage, the thumb slid all the way up to the 2^nd knuckle.  The pressure intensified astronomically, and Hermione felt like her entrance was burning with the stretch as he tried to get past the knuckles.  Suddenly with a popping sensation the remainder of his hand slid in, and Hermione was aware of the sense of overwhelming fullness, the press of knuckles on her sensitive spots, and the sound of the thick lube squelching as he continued to work the hand in and out.  “You can’t imagine how pretty your little cunt looks wrapped around my wrist.  Each time I try to claim my hand back it just sucks it right back in.”  

Hermione became aware of a primal, almost inhuman voice in the room.  Through her syrupy thoughts she realised she was the one making those embarrassing noises.  Her body seemed caught between trying to escape the unbelievable stretch and trying to get more of it, her hips pressing into his forearm, and her body bearing down into the sensation.  He started to move his wrist in and out in quick staccato jabs, hammering into her G spot with every blow.  “Nngh, ah, gahh.”  Hermione couldn’t have stopped the sounds exiting her lips even if the Minister for Magic himself had walked into the room at that very moment.  Her breath was punched out with each thrust of his arm, and her eyes started to roll back up into her head. 

Somewhere in the midst of the overwhelming pleasure she became aware he was talking to her.  “Yes, that’s it.  I need you to come for me.  Can you do that for me pet?”  Hermione nodded vigorously, then her breaths were punched out rapidly as he sped up the thrusts of his arm, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head.  “Uh, uh, uh, uh, oh… shhhhiiiiiit.”  Heat unfurled in her core, time stopped, and Hermione lost the ability to breath, frozen just on the edge of ecstasy.  Lucius pulled his hand out suddenly, leaving her to scream out her release as she drenched the bed below her and was left in a shuddering pile, unable to move or speak.  

Lucius crawled up the bed with an expression of satisfaction dripping from his face.  He pulled Hermione close to him, stroking her back gently as she basked in her afterglow.   “Kitten, that has to be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.  You are utterly magnificent when you give up control like that.”  Hermione burrowed herself closer to his warm chest, a tired smile on her face as she melted further under his praise. 

She must have fallen back to sleep at some point. When her eyelids fluttered open again, Lucius was sitting up next to her in bed reading the Daily Prophet with a cup of Earl Grey tea waiting for her.  “Good morning sleepyhead.  Thought you might appreciate something to replace all those lost fluids.  When you’ve had your drink, I’ll help you clean up before I return you to your rightful owner.  Have to make sure his property is returned in good condition, or he’ll never trust you with me again,” he smirked wickedly.

Hermione was finally able to move about twenty minutes later, and whilst she wasn’t in pain, she would certainly be aware of their actions for a good few days yet.  Moving gingerly into the bathroom she was surprised to find a modern, elegant, walk-in shower room.  She peed quickly, before Lucius entered the room and turned on a huge monsoon showerhead, the water immediately at the perfect temperature from the heating charms on the piping.  He let his head fall back to allow the water to cascade through his long flaxen locks, then drain down over his back and firmly muscled buttocks.  Holding his hand out to Hermione, he brought her under the soothing spray.  The water pressure was divine, massaging and warming her tired body. 

Lucius closed his eyes as he tilted his head back further and ran his fingers through his hair.  “Would you pass me the shampoo from the shelf behind me dear?” Hermione stepped around him to examine the contents of the recessed shelf. 

She bent forward to peer at the labels, trying to decipher which one he required.  “You’ve almost got as many bottles here as I have.”  Hermione squeaked as Lucius stole up quietly behind her, then bracketed her body as he leant over her for the correct bottle.   Bracing her hands on the wall in front of her, Hermione felt his erection nudge into her, and his tongue trace the salty skin on the back of her neck.  His breath ghosted against her ear, “well, looking this good takes effort my dear.”  He pulled back from her body, leaving her unsettled, and a little annoyed.  How on earth did he manage to remain so composed, when she had seemingly fallen apart at the slightest provocation?  It was time to level the playing field.

He poured a large handful of lemon verbena scented shampoo into her hands, turned his back and let his eyes drift closed as he enjoyed the sensual feel of fingers tugging against his scalp, and a naked woman against his skin.  He was enjoying her breasts rubbing on his back as she stood close to reach the top of his head, then her hands slid over his shoulders taking the suds down his body.  Her palms caressed his chest in circular motions, spreading the foam across his nipples and pecs, then cheeky fingers grabbed and pinched his nipples.  “Ah, so the kitten has claws.  Be careful you don’t start something you can’t finish.”  He felt her add a creamy body wash to her hands, which then worked down his toned abdomen, fingers sliding through the well-groomed pubic hair either side of his prick as it bobbed under the heavy spray from the showerhead. 

Hermione dragged her arms back up his body, to trail over his clavicles then down his back in long strokes.  Hugging her arms around his waist from behind, she trapped his arms below her own, leaving him a prisoner to pleasure. Hermione let her left hand drift down low in his groin, teasing his ball sack. Then she took his cock in her soap slickened right hand, jerking him off with slow, unhurried pulls that finally cracked his elegant veneer, drawing a low moan from his throat.  “Oh, I really do hope you plan to finish this Kitten,” he gasped.  His hips jerked forward in little involuntary thrusts, trying to speed up the pace, but Hermione was firmly dictating the action for once. 

Using his prick to steer him, she turned his body until he was now facing the wall with the recessed shelf.  She knelt down behind him, maintaining the torturous glide up and down his length, then pushed on his lower back to bend him forward at the waist.  He braced himself on the wall with his hands, his head sagging down between his shoulders and his hair hanging like a golden curtain around his face.  Hermione grasped his left buttock with her hand, exposing his hole, and whispered a cleansing spell directly at the puckered skin that was surrounded by golden hair.  Lucius grunted above her as he felt the spell fizz through his guts, leaving him with an empty, slightly floaty sensation.  Leaning forward, Hermione confidently used her tongue in broad, flat licks across his anus, leaving Lucius gasping above her as all the blood in his head ran south, directly into his now purple straining cock. 

The cleansing spell she had used was one Hermione had found recently in an ancient sex magic tome, and had been planning to try out on Draco.  The truly special feature of this incantation was that it didn’t strip the natural scent of your lover or leave a soapy aftertaste. Hermione hummed as she lapped at his rim, enjoying the taste of this forbidden patch of skin and relishing the feel of his rosebud opening out under her ministrations. 

She pressed her face straight into his cleft and, remembering the blissful state Lucius had left her in that morning, enthusiastically ate out his arse while increasing the pressure on his dick.  She knew he was growing close when his arse began to flutter around her tongue.  She moved onto little jabbing motions with the tip of her tongue that finally broke Lucius’ restraint, his loud groans now echoing around the tiled room.  His tight canal was velvety hot inside, and gripped her tongue tightly.  She added her lips to his torment, sucking on his red puffy rim as she tongue fucked him, and with a low juddering moan he painted the wall in long white streaks.   Lucius’ hand slid down to grasp Hermione’s hand, stopping her touch tipping over into overstimulation.  “You’ve earned your cream Kitten, time to enjoy it.” He looked down as Hermione nuzzled her cheek into his hip and he pushed her fingers into her mouth one at a time, watching her suck each digit meticulously, not letting a single drop escape her voracious pink tongue.  

Slow clapping burst out from behind them, and Hermione turned to see Severus propped up against the doorway in a black silk robe, clearly enjoying the view.  “I came to see if either of you wanted breakfast, but it looks like Miss Granger has already eaten plenty this morning,” he said with a smirk.  “I’m glad you finally put that mouth of yours to good use.”  Lucius turned his head to gaze wryly over his shoulder at his lover, still blowing long stuttering breaths out of his mouth as he came down from his climax. 

“From everything Draco and I could hear from my room, I half expected to stumble in on you fucking poor Miss Granger through the shower wall.  Alas, it appears you have been keeping all the fun for yourself this morning,” he drawled. 

“Severus, we both know your skills of observation have not diminished to such an extent that you failed to notice the evidence of Hermione’s pleasure on the bed.  You know I’m still gentleman enough to ensure my partner always comes first.”

A subtle pink dusted Hermione’s cheeks as she sat quietly embarrassed at Lucius’ feet while the two lovers verbally spared with each other like an old married couple.  Lucius and Hermione finished rinsing off, then Lucius held out his hands to Severus who duly passed across a large stack of towels to them.  “Now you can do me a favour and bring some of that lovely healing salve you brewed last week dear. I think Hermione would be grateful for it after our play this morning.”  His dour lover harrumphed and headed out of the bathroom to fetch the requested item. 

“Timbly?”  A tiny house elf popped into existence and bowed before Lord Malfoy.  “Yes, sir.  What can Timbly be doing for Master?” “Please go to Miss Granger’s suite and collect a comfortable outfit for her day.”  “Of course sir, Timbly will be bringing the Mistress’ clothes right away.”   

Lucius picked up his dress shirt from the bedroom and transfigured it into a linen dressing gown for Hermione in the interim.  He strolled over to the well-lit vanity and started to tend to his hair, passing across a bottle of Sleakeasy to Hermione once he had used it.  She warmed a small handful in her palm then finger combed it through her hair, until it hung in sleek waves that framed her face.  He smiled at her in the mirror as he completed his morning routine, passing across various jars for her to sample, while Hermione looked on at the skin care products he used that were significantly more expensive than her own.  It didn’t matter that she was a rich woman in her own right; she still hadn’t gotten used to indulging herself after growing up only comfortably off, rather than the eye-watering levels of wealth that were imprinted on Lucius’ very DNA. 

Severus wandered back into the room, now dressed for the day in a tight pair of black moleskin trousers, and a beautiful fitted white shirt.  He leaned over to Lucius and murmured something in his ear that caused the corners of his mouth to turn up slightly, and then he whispered something back in return that elicited a similar response from his lover.  Severus handed over a green jar, labelled in his spiky handwriting.  “Draco is waiting for Hermione’s safe return in the breakfast room.  I’ll see you shortly.”  With that he gave a curt nod to Hermione and left the room. 

Lucius took the jar and sat on the bed, patting the space next to him.  “Come here for a moment please Hermione.”  She eyed him warily, then made her way across to him, realising he had already refreshed the bedding.  “Lie back and I’ll check to see if you need any healing.”  Despite having spent the last few hours together intimately, Hermione still felt a little mortified to rest back and spread her legs for his inspection.  He traced his wand delicately over her vulva, muttering a melodic healing spell over the area until the aching sensation between her legs lessened.  Dipping his index finger into the jar he scooped out the lightly green tinted gel that had an herbal scent, and carefully applied it both internally and externally.  There was an instant cooling, soothing sensation, and Hermione sighed with relief, realising how sore she had been a few minutes earlier.  “Good girl.  Thank you for letting me heal you.”  Lucius cast a cleaning charm over his hands, and then assisted Hermione to step into a pretty set of pink ruffled knickers, matching bra and a floral sundress.  “Let’s head downstairs before Draco thinks I intend to keep you for myself permanently,” he said with a mischievous smile. 

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Lucius led Hermione to the breakfast table where Draco and Severus were already seated.  Draco stood with a sheepish smile on his face to pull out her chair, and as she drew closer she noticed his lips were still slightly red and swollen from the previous evening.  She flashed him an equally happy grin as she slid carefully into her own seat. 

The table was laid with beautiful fresh croissants, elegant pastries, cured meats, preserves, sliced fruits and a selection of juices.  When Hermione asked for the honey she watched a strange expression pass between Draco and Severus, but decided to wait until later to find out what it meant. 

“I trust your birthday gift was to your satisfaction Draco?  You will find your security has been returned in good condition,” Lucius said in an airy tone.  “I have always felt that knowledge and experiences are the finest types of gift to bestow upon one’s child, and since you never got the opportunity to study under Madame Serena, I was glad you were able to accept this gift instead.”

“Madame Serena? I’m not familiar with her.  Is she a foreign potions mistress Draco was hoping to study with?”

“No, she was Father’s marital etiquette tutor.”

“I’m sorry, marital what tutor?”  Hermione looked around the room perplexed as Draco came to her aid, remembering her muggle heritage sometimes resulted in a blindspot when it came to pureblood customs. 

“Every pureblood family ensures their heirs are tutored in all the necessary skills to ensure their future success.  From an early age, I learned about social etiquette, culture, art, studied French, Italian, Greek, was tutored about politics, finance and business, all to ready me for the day I become Lord Malfoy.  Without a family though, all those efforts mean nothing.  Pureblood families have long understood that their heirs should also be tutored in the ways of courtship, relationships and in the skills necessary to care for their partner once married.”

“Okay, but what does that have to do with Madame Serena?”

“Well, the instruction is usually of a practical nature.  Families hire sex magic practitioners to teach their heirs how to satisfy their partners, to encourage a close bond between couples who may have been placed in an arranged union and otherwise struggle to connect. The practitioner fulfils an important social role, and since they use specific incantations to prevent accidental bloodline theft.”

Hermione turned to Lucius with a shocked expression on her face.  “Wizarding families hire sex workers for their children to teach them how to shag?”

“Well, that is a rather indelicate way of phrasing it Hermione, but yes, it is traditional for loving parents to ensure the future happiness of their child by arranging for a skilled surrogate to take them under their wing and teach them everything they would like to know, safeguarding a happy marriage for both the heir and their betrothed.  The sex magic practitioner acts as a tutor, coaching the learner through their early experiences in a non-judgemental manner, allowing them to experiment and discover the full breadth of pleasure their body can offer, preparing them in turn to be a skilled lover worthy of their betrothed.  Whilst sex can be used for providing heirs, its most important purpose is to provide a lifelong source of joy, comfort and wellbeing. What parent wouldn’t want to give that gift to their child?”  Lucius explained patiently.

“We had already met by the time I had reached the appropriate age to visit Madame Serena, so I declined my tuition as our relationship made a stay with her unnecessary” said Draco with a coy smile. 

“Wow, that is a lot to take in.  I suppose you had the same tuition Severus?”

“No Miss Granger, my family upbringing was a little different to Lucius, so I didn’t have the same opportunities.  I can assure you, however, that my knowledge and skills are just as extensive as Lucius.”

Hermione sat in thought for some time after the revelations of the Slytherins surrounding her.  At first it seemed almost crazy, encouraging your child to have their first time in such an impersonal way, but in a society where arranged marriages were common the first time sleeping with your partner might be an equally impersonal experience to fulfil a marriage contract.  She could understand the logic of deciding to view sex as another skill that needed to be learned ready for later life, and it warmed her heart to see how much Lucius cared for Draco’s happiness.

“I guess it might have been interesting to have had such a tutor myself before I met Draco.  Yet another one of the disadvantages of being muggle born I suppose.  Well, we’re a bit beyond that point now.”

“I beg to differ” interrupted Severus.  “As I understand it, both you and Draco have been discovering the joys of anal play, and perhaps you could benefit from a little tuition to ensure both your first experiences are safe and pleasurable.” 

Both Hermione and Draco flushed at Severus’ casual reference to their sex life, but after the previous twenty-four hours perhaps they should have been a little less flustered.  “Erm, thank you for your concern, but we’re perfectly happy with managing things ourselves.”

“Yes, yes, of course, I have no doubt you can Hermione. But do you really want to just muddle through your first time, risking all sorts of awkwardness just because you were too embarrassed to ask for help?” added Lucius, catching on to Severus’ line of thinking. “I do fear, however, that I may have let Draco down in not providing for his education in this regard, and without the proper instruction things could end poorly.  It would be a terrible shame to have one’s first experience marred for lack of knowledge.  But it is so hard to find a good teacher.”

“What, and I suppose you could recommend a good teacher?” Hermione huffed haughtily.

“Isn’t it obvious?  Severus and I would offer our services, in the interests of looking after you both.  I would make your first anal sex experience filled with pleasure.  Then after, when you were properly stretched out and relaxed, Severus would coach Draco through fucking you.  You would both still be present with the other during their first time, and you would know your partner was in safe, caring hands.”

Hermione could barely contain her anger at Lucius’ casual hint at their inexperience.  “How would we trust you are both as good as you claim to be?”

“I studied extensively under Madame Serena, and Severus’ talents certainly served him well during the war. If you aren’t prepared to believe my word, we could prove our skill with a simple bet.  I say we can bring each of you to orgasm using only our mouths within 3 minutes.  If we achieve what we claim, then we win the right to tutor you both through your first anal experiences.”

“That sounds a little unfair.  I already know what your mouth can do.  Besides I wouldn’t just be betting my own body but Draco’s too.” 

“I’m sorry I don’t follow.”

“Ah yes, Miss Granger is not just planning to only be the receptive partner.  They have a delightful muggle toy lined up so she can reciprocate the favour for Draco too.”  

“Is that so?” the aristocrat drawled with barely concealed interest.  “Then if that’s the case, I’d also want to ensure he was properly prepared to be both a penetrative and a receptive partner.  How about we make the wager more interesting then?  You and Severus would race to see who can make the other come first.  If Severus wins, I get to be the first person to enter that beautiful tight pink hole of yours, and Severus gets to teach Draco what to expect when you bring your little toy to the bedroom.  If he loses, then you continue on with each other and our blessings.”

Hermione looked up at Draco who was visibly aroused by the discussion.  She cast muffliato so they could discuss the offer privately, then dispelled it before making her counteroffer. “No, if Severus loses then Draco gets him, and I get you. We get to penetrate you both, under your ‘expert’ instruction.”

Severus’ face bore a smug grin.  “For the brightest witch of your age, you seem to forget I have been teaching arrogant Gryffindors lessons for many years.  You have a deal, little girl.”  He thrust out his hand, and shook it firmly before she could change her mind. 

Lucius smiled.  “I suggest we retire and reconnect with our partners for a few hours, and meet in my suite after supper tonight.”

“Agreed.” 

“Then I will take my leave with Severus now, and see you later kitten.”  Lucius took Hermione’s hand, bringing it to his face and kissing the knuckles before standing to leave the room with his partner. 

“Fuck.  What are we doing?” she hissed to Draco once they were alone.  He stared at her with a mixture of shock and awe at her boldness.  If they won he knew he would relish taking Severus, and if they lost he knew his first penetration experience with Snape would be sublime. Either way he was going to lose his anal virginities by the end of the day, and he couldn’t wait. 

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Hermione and Draco left the breakfast room and headed to one of Hermione’s favourite places in the manor, the library. She collapsed onto the chaise and threw her arm over her face.  “What the hell have I done?  I’ve let them manoeuvre me into another swap haven’t I?”  She groaned at herself in frustration. 

Draco sat gently next to her, stroking her hair back and tracing the lines on her forehead until they smoothed out.  “Darling, you mustn’t blame yourself.  Father and Severus are possibly the most skilled people I’ve ever met when it comes to steering people around to their own advantage.”

“Sometimes I forget I’m surrounded by Slytherin men and their cunning ways.”

“Mmm hmm.”  He nudged her with his hip until she scooted across, making room for him to lie down next to her.  “Talking of cunning ways, are you going to tell me what all that noise was this morning? My parents were never ashamed to let anyone know how happily married they were, but that was something else.”  He traced his cheek along the top of Hermione’s shoulder, encouraging her to tilt her head away from him, fully exposing her neck to his mouth.  He sucked a little at the base of her throat, and she mewled as he licked a stripe along her jaw to just behind her ear. 

She eyed him with a wry smile.  “Just as soon as you tell me what that look was about with Severus this morning.”

Draco tried to feign innocence, “What look?”

“The one where I just asked for a condiment and you looked like someone had stumbled over your porn stash,” she replied with a snigger. 

He took a steadying breath, and remembered that Hermione had never judged him for his desires, had always been his biggest encourager, and to be honest often had a wilder imagination than he did.  “I’m not sure I can really describe it, but I could show you” he stuttered nervously.  “In exchange though I get to know what went on this morning.”  Hermione looked on expectantly.

“You know Severus threatened to tell you anyway.  Said he’d show you in the pensieve, that he’d get my father to fuck you over it while you finally found out what a slut I was.”

Hermione laughed openly.  “Guess he doesn’t realise how well I already know you.”

“So what’s it to be?  Legilimency or pensieve?”

Hermione considered for a moment.  They had messed around with Legilimency for a while, projecting images for the other’s benefit.  It was difficult magic though, and required concentration to project the images correctly.  The pensieve, however, held new promise, the opportunity to not just view a memory but to become wrapped up in it, to feel the emotions of the individual who had shared the memory.  They had never dared to sneak into Lucius’ office to use it previously, but the events of the previous evening had bolstered their confidence.  “The pensieve.  I’m sure I’ll enjoy being bent over it, while I see what went on.  Although, Snape wasn’t right about everything.  I’d much prefer you were the one fucking me while I watched.” Hermione was pleased to hear Draco’s breath catch at her bold statement, and feel him firming up against her thigh. 

Then her brow furrowed and Draco watched as a thought clearly worked its way across her mind.  “You said you heard us this morning?  But I distinctly remember your father casting every manner of silencing spell over the door last night.  How on earth could you have heard anything?”

“Any casual observer in the corridor would have heard nothing, but the master suite and Severus’ are warded as one area. Whilst Father and Severus are very happy together, Severus is still a private man and likes to sleep in his own space from time to time.  After the war Severus struggled with night terrors for a while, so Father made sure he would be able to hear if Severus needed him, and installed the connecting door between the rooms.  I would imagine he has gotten into a habit of silencing the bedroom door out of courtesy to Severus with you living here, and just forgot he didn’t need to last night.” 

“I’ve never seen anything like half the spells he used, even when we were on the run in seventh year.  Some of those spells would have really come in handy.  It doesn’t matter how hard I work, there’s always that advantage for those born into a wizarding family,” she sighed sadly.

“Ah, but every book he ever learned from is now at your disposal,” Draco said as he gestured to the magnificent library around them, “and no-one I know is a bigger bookworm than you.  Whatever he has learned, so can you, and more besides.”  He ruffled his hands through her curls affectionately as he tried to stop her usual imposter syndrome from creeping back in.  Kissing her on the forehead, he drew back and looked into her eyes.  “Time to cheer you up, how about we head over to the office and you can see what you are dealing with?” 

No sooner had the words exited his mouth than Hermione was upright, off the chaise and then quickly tugging Draco down the corridor to Lucius’ office, the very place that started off this whole ridiculous chain of events for them.

She swiftly closed, locked and silenced the door, then practically dragged Draco over to the Malfoy family pensieve.  She watched as he brought his hawthorn wand up to his temple, teased a wispy silver strand from his mind and deposited it into the dish below.  He bit his lip and invited her to step forward to watch the scene, while he stood closely behind her.      

Hermione watched avidly as the memory unfolded, noticing Severus’ relaxed posture as he read alone in his room.  She felt Draco’s excitement as he was able to peek beneath the usually carefully guarded exterior, noting how he appreciated Snape’s hands and arms as he handled the book in front of him.  She felt his tension as he bravely explained his interest in the unapproachable potions professor, and his relief at being accepted still.  She understood that wish to let go, to let someone more powerful take charge and take care of you for once, and could see why this encounter appealed so much to him.  She blushed a little as she watched Severus admit he had been privy to their early experiments with using Legilimency to share fantasies.

Watching the move to the bathroom, Hermione could only envy Draco.  The scene was highly sensual with the scented bath, delicate food and drinks Severus had prepared.  He had clearly gone to some effort to consider what might help relax Draco.  Hermione almost found herself wishing it had been her in that tub in his place.  As the memory continued, Hermione could imagine she felt the brushes of fruit across Draco’s skin, that then turned into long lingering kisses. 

She could feel Draco pressing into her backside now as she rested over the pensieve, and realised that whatever was coming was already turning Draco on.  She grasped his hands and slid them down to the hem of her sundress, and he soon got the hint, running his hands up her arse and hips, pushing the dress up out of the way.  Draco felt the ruffles on her panties and recognised them as the pink set he loved on her.  He ran his fingertips along the waistband then hooked his fingers into the sides and drew them down her legs. Draco used his foot to nudge her legs wider apart, then stroked her sex with his hand, feeling the moisture that had already gathered there.  Pulling his hand back, he pushed straight into her welcoming warmth, then paused allowing her to adjust to the intrusion. 

After a moment to steady himself, he slowly drew back until just the tip remained inside, then slid back with a long smooth thrust that pushed Hermione up against the stone of the pensieve.  She planted her hands firmly around the edge of the basin, and continued to watch as memory Draco worked his tongue along the scar tissue on Severus’ neck, while her neck was kissed and sucked in turn.  She gasped as she watched Severus pull Draco into his lap as easily as if he weighed nothing more than a kneazle, appreciating the strong arms that held him in place.  She could feel Draco’s prick hardening further inside her as he watched himself being blindfolded and restrained once more, and he re-angled his thrusts to catch the sweet spot inside her that always left her knees slightly weak. 

Draco pushed his body closer still, his mouth just a whisper behind her ear, like he was trying to crawl inside her skin as the combination of watching the scene and the sensation of being inside Hermione’s tight channel ramped up his arousal to new heights.  She could feel the shock register in memory Draco’s mind as the first drizzle of honey hit his skin, then the feeling turned into curiosity as more substances poured over his body.  She watched as Draco’s lips became swollen, red and parted and felt the burst of his excitement in response to Severus rolling his hips beneath him.   His breaths were now rapid and panting in her ear as Severus coated him in chocolate, and started to lick the mess from his face and nipples, getting covered himself in the process.  Hermione was surprised to feel herself get wetter as she watched the way her lover was defiled, and clearly loving it.  Draco slid his fingers onto her clit, and worked tight circles around the sensitive bud that made Hermione’s thighs begin to shake. 

There was something utterly raw and animalistic about the way Severus was treating Draco, turning him into a human dessert and then devouring him lick by lick, bite by bite.  He had an almost feral expression on his face as he grabbed Draco’s head and pulled him down into a bruising kiss.  It was shocking seeing Draco in such a state, his usually immaculate hair thoroughly dishevelled and streaked with liquid chocolate, and himself reduced to a dirty, needy mess.  Draco’s thrusts were now becoming punishing and slightly erratic and Hermione could feel he was getting close.  The edge of her own orgasm was approaching and she drew her hands to her breasts, teasing and pulling her nipples with deft fingers that sent lightening shocks down to her core. 

She gasped as she watched Severus dump the rest of the chocolate over memory Draco, then felt the man behind her shuddering and fighting to stave off his climax.  Her brain almost couldn’t work out why the scene was so insanely hot, but then Severus’ baritone voice chimed in layering further humiliation onto Draco’s debauched and restrained form.

“I wonder what Hermione would say if she could see you so desperate like this.”

“Fuck” she whined, unable to look away, her pussy lips now swollen and throbbing around Draco as he groaned loudly behind her. 

“We could see if she is just as much of a slut. as. you. are.”

Hermione moaned as she heard Severus’ words, and then Draco gave one last particularly forceful thrust that tipped her over the edge, sobbing as her cunt pulsed and milked Draco’s orgasm from him, just as memory Draco painted his and Severus’ chests.

The two of them half-stood, half-sprawled over the pensieve, Draco resting his head on top of Hermione, his arms wrapped around her while his heart rate slowed and his brain began to function once more.  He stepped back from Hermione, his softening cock slipping out of her, and she felt a gush of warmth between her thighs as his cum dripped onto the floor between her feet.   Draco took her hand and guided her to his father’s desk chair where they curled up together, kissing softly as they both came down from their shared climax.  “I’m not sure what on earth I’ve just seen, but it looked amazing.  Watching you tied up like that, just completely at his mercy.  His hands all over you, and his voice piling pure filth on top.  It was unbelievably hot seeing you so turned on.  I don’t think I’ll be able to look at a honey pot in the same way for quite some time.”  Draco let out a breath in relief.  Deep down he had trusted that Hermione would be there for him, but hearing not only her understanding but her arousal at watching him receive pleasure from another man reassured him more than words could have ever done.

“Okay, if we are going to have any chance of me beating him I need to see the rest.”  Draco nodded and they moved back over to the pensieve.  He knew the next part of the memory might be even harder to watch back, but trusted Hermione’s judgement. 

The memory continued on from the point they had stopped at, and Hermione was treated to the sight of Draco deep-throating Severus, and the sounds he was able to draw from the usually stoic man.  “So, he’s human after all,” she quipped.  “He enjoys having his prick sucked as much as the next man, and he particularly seemed to enjoy you teasing his ass and balls.”  Draco hugged her closely to his chest as she watched Snape come all over him, then lavish him with care and attention cleaning him from top to toe. 

The memory shifted to the bedroom and the nuru massage, and Hermione could feel herself squirming yet again.  “Did it feel as good as it looks?” she murmured to Draco.  “It was fucking fantastic.  He didn’t just use his hands, he used his whole body on me.  I thought my bones had melted away, and I think if we weren’t together I would have let him do just about anything he liked to me” he admitted hotly. 

“Fuck, he’s touching your hole, just petting it over and over.  It looks so pretty exposed like that, gaping a little.  I’d love to see you under me like that, opening up to my touch, have you begging me to fuck your pretty little arse.”

She watched on then noticed Severus empty the potion vial into Draco’s tight channel.  “What was that for?” 

“You’ll see soon enough.”  Draco turned his head away from the pensieve, almost embarrassed to see Hermione’s response to Severus eating him out, but he needn’t have worried.  Her barely supressed moan conveyed her clear arousal to him, and he was able to turn back and note her lust blown pupils, and flushed cheeks. 

“I’d been saving a prep spell so I could try that with you, but I’d been a bit worried you wouldn’t like it, or would think I was a bit weird for suggesting it.  That’s what made your father so noisy this morning. I had to do something to him to rebalance the scales after what he was able to do to my body, so I gave him a rimjob in the shower and he couldn’t help himself. I really hope you’ll let me do that for you soon.”  Draco let out a shaky breath at the memory of Severus’ skilled tongue working around and inside him, and knew that particular act was going to become a favourite for him and Hermione. 

She bit her lower lip and leaned forward to get even closer to the image of Severus rutting his lubricated prick up and down his crease.  “Oh my god, he’s practically fucking you.  That looks amazing.  I want that to be me, rubbing against your beautiful little rosebud then working into you, fucking you until you come untouched, screaming my name.”   Draco grunted as he watched his memory self be stroked to another blissful climax, then have Snape leave his pucker dripping in cum.  “Holy hell, that’s ridiculously hot.  I’m not even sure at this point whether I want us to win or lose the wager if there’s a chance I get to see Severus fuck you for real, then fill with his cum.”  Draco blew out a shuddering breath in agreement as he tried to get his body back under control for long enough so he could think straight.

“So, what have we learned from this?” he pondered.

“That I can’t wait to get that strap and pound you into the mattress?” she replied cheekily.

“As lovely as that thought is, I meant what have we learned that we can use later?”

“Well, Severus is surprisingly sensual, and has quite the imagination.  He clearly loved touching you and being touched, so I’m guessing your father is normally the one in charge, controlling how much physical contact he gets.  He enjoyed dominating and humiliating you, and the visual aspects of degrading you.  We can use that desire for physical touch and domination to our advantage.”

“How?”

“I haven’t quite figured that out yet.  We also have to remember his previous experience as a double agent and potions master.  He’s probably the best Occlumens currently alive, so getting him to show emotion or a physical response if he doesn’t want to is going to be a challenge.  Finally, he has access to all your father’s experience and knowledge from Madame Serena, which your father was all too happy to demonstrate to me” she replied shyly.

“Yes, I never asked you what he did to produce that noise this morning,” he smirked.

“Erm, he kinda used his fingers on me.”

“We’ve done that before, and I’ve never heard those sounds.”

“He used all his fingers on me… together.  Somehow, he worked his whole fist in, and it made my brain shut down the ‘override embarrassing noises feature’.  It was pretty overwhelming at the time, all that pressure, but it made me so wet.  It was like the fantasy I shared with you, even down to me squirting all over his face. You can try it as soon as my body is a bit more recovered from this weekend.” 

“Shit, I guess those marital etiquette lessons paid off for him big time.  How are we going to beat them at their own game? Severus pretty much laughed at our inexperience.  I bet he’s already mentally preparing to fuck me.” Draco ran his hands through his hair in a mildly agitated gesture. 

Hermione paced the room as she pondered.  It seemed like everything was against them, but she wasn’t prepared to back down from the fight so easily.  She wanted to show Lucius and Severus they couldn’t write her off, and if she won then she would enjoy wiping that smug look off his face as she fucked him.  Then it struck her.  She also had her very own personal Slytherin.  He might not be as wily as a double agent, or an ex Death Eater, but he would surely be able to spot loopholes in the wager they could exploit. 

For her own part, she would approach this like any other tough situation she had faced.  She could research a problem better than anyone she knew, and now she had access to the best private library outside Hogwarts.  If the Malfoy Manor library didn’t have books on how to manipulate, influence and coerce a man to orgasm, then nowhere would.

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Lucius wasted no time in heading straight for the master suite with Severus following behind.  Severus turned to close the door and found himself pushed up against it, one hand grasping his hair and pressing his face into the wood panelling, and another palming his ass through his tight trousers.  His heart raced delightfully, and he froze in shock enjoying Lucius’ possessive display. 

“This is mine, no one else’s,” Lucius growled hotly in his ear.  “It is Malfoy property.”  His hand snaked around from behind, and fumbled with Severus’ buckle as he whipped the belt out from its loops and let it clang to the floor.  Severus was already straining against his zip from the rough treatment and remained pinned in place, already breathless in anticipation of what Lucius would do next.  Lucius trailed hot breath down the side of Severus’ neck, until he reached the junction with his clavicle then sharply nipped at the flesh there, marking him with his teeth.  Severus keened slightly at the bite, as Lucius soothed the skin with his tongue. 

“For the life of me, I cannot fathom why you decided to risk both our arses with that ridiculous compromise.  I expected better from you than to pander to such a suggestion.”

“We both know Hermione would never have agreed to a one-sided deal.  She believes she has a chance, and so when she loses she will be honour bound to follow through with the terms, and you will get to enjoy her tight little arse before Draco.  Meanwhile, I will finally get to be the one fucking a Malfoy, rather than the one being fucked.”

“You never complained before,” drawled Lucius.  “In fact, I seem to recall you begging on more than one occasion.  Perhaps I should make you beg for me now?”  Severus found his arms stuck to the wall in front of him with wordless sticking charms, then felt Lucius stroke the outline of his length through his trousers.  Graceful fingers slowly drew his zip down, the noise of each tooth parting loud in the stillness of their room.  Lucius worked his hand inside the front of Severus’ trousers and palmed his dick through his black boxers, just teasing the dark-haired man with the glacial pace while grinding into his rear.  Severus’ breath quickened and he found himself trying to press forward into Lucius’ hand, whining as Lucius took his hand away and chuckled.  “So eager already?  I’m beginning to wonder just how long you would last under Hermione’s hot little mouth.”  Severus felt his trousers being tugged down to his ankles, leaving them tethered together. 

“Longer than you lasted this morning,” he grunted back.  “Maybe you want me lose the wager on purpose so Hermione can carry on from where she left off.  You didn’t seem to object to her eating out your fine Malfoy arse.”

Lucius paused for a moment, lost in thought as he recalled being bent over in the shower, Hermione’s soft pink tongue rimming him as she stroked him to a magnificent climax.  “It wasn’t anything earth shattering” he deflected, “but she has a surprisingly filthy mind underneath her stuffy exterior.  She just took me by surprise.” Severus gasped as a slick finger suddenly slid into his puckered entrance, rising up onto his toes in shock then settling back down as Lucius fingered him languidly.  “Well, I suppose without your concession we would have been left high and dry.  Now we must ensure our success, and the first step is to make sure you are so well fucked out even Madame Serena would struggle to give you an erection.” 

Lucius trained his wand on Severus’ anus and conjured more lube, using his finger to push it in deeply, and searching for his prostate.  He wasted no time in locating the sensitive area, his confident fingertip sending sparks into Severus’ groin and pulling a groan from his lips.  A second digit joined the first, scissoring and preparing his hole for more.  Two became three, and three turned into the burning stretch of four, as Severus found himself pushing his hips back, chasing sensation.  Severus could feel his balls tightening as Lucius continued to torment him, milking his prostate with firm strokes that sent Severus’ eyes rolling back into his head.  “Fuck, please may I come?  Please, Lucius.” 

“No” came the curt reply.  Lucius pulled his fingers out abruptly, leaving Severus’ hole open and twitching.  “You are going to earn it, you will beg me for it.”

Severus’ hands fell suddenly from the wall, and his weak knees gave way, leaving him slumped on the floor.  He found himself spun around to face Lucius, who had used his wand to strip himself and was now stroking his prick eye to eye with Severus.  His lips parted automatically and Lucius pushed his way inside without another word.  He thrust inside confidently, knowing his partner could take the rough face fucking, that in fact he enjoyed it.  He felt the tip of his prick hit the back of Severus’ throat, then used his hands to anchor himself as he pushed further, making him choke and gag on his cock.  Thin lips stretched around the base of his dick, as dark eyes stared up at him, tears pooling in the corners until he released his head and allowed him a snatched breath.  Lucius revelled in having this strong, confident man kneeling before him, allowing him to use his mouth, letting spit drool down his chin like a cheap Knockturn alley whore. 

“You have no idea what it does to me, to see you on your knees, giving yourself to me.” His hips started to thrust faster, and soft pants escaped his lips with each pass.  He could feel himself rapidly spiralling out of control and reluctantly pulled himself back out of Severus’ hot, wet mouth, appreciating the red and swollen lips that had been pleasuring him so well until a moment ago. 

“On the bed, on your back, now,” he barked out.  Severus practically ran over and threw himself down, gazing at Lucius with a heated expression.  The wand came out again and green cords whipped out from the bedposts, immobilising Snape’s limbs with a slight stretch and leaving him spread-eagled on the covers.  He tested their hold, but was unable to move more than an inch or so.  Lucius stood in concentration, tapping his lower lip with his wand as he considered his next move.  Before he knew what had happened, cold metal encircled the base of his prick, and Severus winced at the sensation knowing Lucius planned to torture him in the most delicious way. 

“I wonder what tactics Miss Granger will employ,” Severus offered.  “We should probably consider what her likely approach will be so we can best counter it.  Perhaps you might allow me to view your interactions so I can best prepare?”

“Hmm.  Don’t think I don’t realise you are trying to distract me.  Though I cannot comprehend what possible benefit you could hope to derive from drawing out your teasing.”  Lucius knelt between Severus’ thighs, and ran his fingertips up the underside of Severus’ cock.  He conjured another handful of lube, and formed a loose fist around the tip leaving the excess to drip down the length and onto his balls.  With a slow, liquid motion, Lucius skilfully worked his wrist up and down, while his thumb brushed over his frenulum, leaving Severus squirming in his bonds.  “Very well,” he sighed, “you may view my memories.”

Severus looked into the eyes of his lover, and cast Legilimens in a shaky voice.  Instantly he was transported to the library, watching his partner interact with Hermione over afternoon tea.  He saw her breath catch as Lucius praised her, and asked her to be his good girl.  It was no surprise that the teacher’s pet would turn out to have a praise kink.  He remembered her desperation for any small crumb of encouragement at school and realised he could use that to his advantage.  He watched her confess to wanting to experience being touched and worshipped, to being pleasured intensely then giving herself over for Lucius to take what he wanted.  He could definitely use that.

The scene shifted into the bedroom, where Hermione flushed under Lucius’ scrutiny as she was made to display herself to his gaze.  Her modesty would be another useful weapon to wield against her.  He looked on as Hermione gasped when Lucius started to eat her out enthusiastically.  “I forgot how enthusiastic you get about eating pussy Lucius, and Miss Granger was clearly very responsive to your attentions.”  As Hermione’s legs were drawn up in the silks, he realised how being exposed had nearly overwhelmed her and she had desperately struggled not to come quickly after that with each stroke of fingers to her swollen cunt. 

His eyes widened as he watched the lightest addition of touch to her arse make her squirt spectacularly, her modestly forgotten as she rapidly relaxed into Lucius cleaning her up with his tongue then rimming her pretty rosebud.  Severus could feel the pressure building in his own balls, watching Lucius’ face pressed into her arse, and began to curse the ring constricting his blood flow.  Lucius carefully fucked Hermione from behind, luxuriating in the view of her butt cheeks spread wide for him and playing with her pretty hole, watching it gape and flutter for him.  Severus knew just how it felt to be the object of Lucius’ desire, like a bug pinned to a frame, made to feel so beautiful, but unable to escape his grasp.

Hermione clearly enjoyed Lucius’ double penetration of finger and cock, and Severus almost laughed to see the insufferable swot left speechless.  He could imagine exchanging that finger for another cock, sandwiching her between them as she sobbed out her pleasure, while Draco was forced to watch, impotent from the sidelines.  His own cock hardened further, now purple and straining against the tight metal band.  When he saw her come for a third time he knew her responsiveness would also help him in his goal. 

The grasp on his prick tightened now as the memory drew towards its end, the strokes becoming increasingly rapid, and his own breaths shallow and urgent as he watched his lover thrusting wildly into Hermione, chasing his own pleasure.   He watched the strained features, the sweat rolling down Lucius’ chest and arms, and then as Lucius released himself into Hermione, felt the cock ring disappear, leaving him shouting out Lucius’ name as he shot his load all over his lover’s hand. 

He drew back from Lucius’ mind, to find Lucius already cleaning his hand with a quick Tergeo then releasing his legs so he could push his knees into his chest.  There was sudden pressure on his hole, then blissful fullness.  Nothing quite compared to how owned he felt in that moment, his arms restrained, nowhere to hide from Lucius’ piercing grey eyes, impaled on that magnificent cock.  “You look wonderful Severus.  I love the way you give yourself over to your pleasure, and trust your body to me.”   

Lucius rolled his hips in a sinuous motion, and nudged Severus’ prostate, causing him to groan slightly in overstimulation.  “I’m sorry my dear, but we have to milk every last drop out of you so Hermione has no hope of winning.” He ramped up the speed suddenly and started targeting the bruised organ with every thrust, causing Severus to whimper and try desperately to move away from the brutal torment, but there was nowhere to go to.  He felt raw, inside and out, stripped of his civilised veneer and reduced to an animal that thrashed as though caught in a trap.  “Fuck, Lucius, it’s too much.  Please.”

“If I didn’t know better I would think you are begging me.  But are you begging me to stop or to finish off this sweet torture?” he said with a sadistic tone to his voice.  Cruel fingers moved to Severus’ chest and plucked harshly at his nipples, pulling pained groans from his throat.  Then the hand travelled up to the base of his throat, fingers encircling his neck and applying a light pressure that left him slightly dizzy and breathless.  His arousal suddenly returned with a vengeance and he knew he would have to give Lucius what he wanted, he would have to beg for his release.

“Please, please, please, let me come.  I can’t take it much longer.”

The hand on his throat tightened and his struggled to catch his breath, his head swimming as a hand started to work his cock.  Lucius rammed into him without reservation, the sweat now dripping off his finely-honed body.  Just as his vision started to turn grey around the edges, the hand around his throat released and he was able to take in a much-needed breath.  “Again” he gasped out.   Lucius nodded and returned the hand to his throat, gradually increasing the pressure once more as heat built in his core, and his balls tightened.  He looked up into Lucius’ eyes, now barely any grey visible around the lust blown pupils, his face flushed and lips parted as he breathed heavily while thrusting into Severus’ body. 

Severus could feel himself hovering on the edge, his balls throbbing, his stomach tight, toes curling.  “I’m so close.  I need you… need you to come inside me.” he croaked out.  He could see Lucius would not last much longer himself, and his admission induced a pained expression in Lucius’ face, who grabbed his hips with a bruising grip and used his hands to pull Severus down firmly onto his cock. 

“Come.”  The words were barely out of Lucius’ lips when Severus felt the last vestiges of his control shatter and the orgasm was ripped from his body.  As his body contorted and seized in bliss, he became aware of Lucius’ shouts of pleasure as he released himself inside Severus, hot blasts of cum painting his insides.  Lucius’ eyes closed and he blew out shuddering breaths as his cock slid out of Severus’ now gaping hole, a trickle of white oozing out behind it.  Lucius grabbed his wand and released the green cords around his wrists, massaging them to bring the circulation back and soothe the chafed skin.  “Thank you, my love.  You always know how to soothe the jealous beast inside me.  I know you are mine though, and nothing can change that,” he smiled happily. 

Lucius levitated the jar of healing salve over to the bed, and rubbed a portion over Severus’ reddened wrists, then carefully massaged in plenty around his puffy rim, shushing as Severus’ gritted his teeth at the cold gel.  He gently slid a coated finger inside, playing a little with the cum that still leaked from the hole, before returning to his proper task of soothing Severus’ sensitive insides.  After a hasty tergeo over his hand, he rolled his lover onto his side then spooned up behind him.  “Together we can face anything my love.  Draco and Hermione have no chance against us.”  And with that they settled in to rest for a few hours before the challenge ahead.    

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Supper started as a stilted affair, with both couples eyeing each other from across the table, wondering what schemes the other had in store.  Lucius had pulled out all the stops with the menu.  Platters of seafood on ice, chilled champagne in a cooler, and blinis dripping in sour cream and caviar.  He shucked a plate of oysters without blinking, then casually made eye contact with Hermione before gulping one down his long, lean throat and slurping the remaining liquor from the shell.  He offered the plate to her with a devilish smirk, then shrugged when she passed to watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed another salty morsel. 

“It won’t do for you to starve before our wager begins my dear,” he smiled.  Hermione huffed with barely concealed annoyance.  “Really Lucius?  Could you be any more obvious than filling the table with aphrodisiacs?  Are you that worried you will lose the bet?”

Lucius laughed at her accusation.  “I doubt anything gets past you my dear, but you will forgive a foolish old man for trying.”  He turned to Severus and brought an oyster to his lips, tilting the shell and letting the mollusc slide into his throat.  “At least Severus appreciates a savoury treat when it is offered.”  He leered at Hermione openly, letting his eyes rake down her curvy frame, and the form fitting dress that appeared to have been spelled onto her tonight.  She froze under his gaze, and felt her cheeks heat at the obvious scrutiny he subjected her to.  Her nipples hardened as she watched Severus sup another oyster, and imagined it was her pearl he was lingering over instead. 

“He’s trying to get into your head Hermione.  Don’t let them win so easily,” whispered Draco.  She shook herself dazedly, and blinked up at his amused smile before nodding at him and returning her attention to the food laid out in front of them.  Draco passed over the plate of Blinis, stealing a few for himself before handfeeding one to her.  He pushed the tiny canape between her full lips, insinuating the tip of his finger into her warm and hungry mouth, allowing her to suck a trace of sour cream from the pad of his fingertip before it released with a pop. 

The champagne was perfectly crisp and delicate on her tongue, tiny bubbles effervescing and tickling her throat as she sipped the cold liquid and re-centred herself.  Hermione slid her wand out from her thigh holster, and levitated a tray into the room containing four glass vials.  “And what might this be my dear?” Lucius enquired. 

“A simple cleansing tonic.  None of us can predict who will prevail this evening, and I for one would much rather be prepared for any eventuality.”  She passed the tray round to Severus, who collected two before returning the remaining ampoules to Draco.  He popped the cork from the bottle, then sniffed the solution inside.  “I’m not going to poison you Severus.  I think we are all a little beyond that kind of thing by now,” she teased, then swiftly swallowed her own vial, giving a little shiver as the potion fizzed and bubbled its way through her intestines.  Draco joined her, then looked expectantly across the table.  “It does indeed resemble all the elements I would expect in a cleansing potion.  Is this your brew Miss Granger?” Hermione nodded tightly, waiting for the critical remarks to begin.  “Perfectly acceptable.”  Hermione looked on with shock as her ex potions professor calmly imbibed the tonic, and passed the last vial to Lucius who also drank without further question. 

“I think that is the biggest compliment you have ever paid me Severus,” Hermione stammered. 

“Miss Granger, your potions have been more than competent for many years.  I regret that my former life required I maintain a less than complimentary façade, and you were forced to bear the brunt of my ire.  I would never swallow a sub-standard brew, nor allow Lucius to do so either, so please believe me when I say again that it was perfectly acceptable.” 

Hermione’s face beamed as she finally received the praise she had longed to hear since her girlhood.  “Perhaps I might allow you to join me on occasion in my lab.  I am still working on the Wolfsbane potion to reduce the brewing time, and improve its shelf life.  I could use a second pair of skilled hands from time to time.”  She nodded under his approving gaze, and sat back in her seat, stunned at the turn of events.  Draco squeezed her hand under the table, and he smiled with pride at her. 

The meal continued more easily now, with conversation flowing well.  Balsamic drizzled salad, grilled chicken and crusty bread were passed around, then the elves cleared the table to serve plates of sliced fruit.  Hermione called Timbly across to her, and whispered a request into the elf’s large ears.  Timbly nodded, disappeared, then promptly returned with a bowl of hot chocolate ganache before bowing and leaving the room.  Hermione took a strawberry from her plate, dunked it into the thick liquid chocolate, then swiftly brought it to her mouth as a drizzle of chocolate fell onto her chest, trailing down into her cleavage.  “Draco, darling, I seem to have made a bit of a mess. Would you be a dear and help me clean up?” she suggested with an innocent smile.  “Of course, my love.”  Draco picked up a napkin, and dabbed politely at the stain, only managing to spread the chocolatey mess further over her breasts.  Severus’ eyes flicked across the table, taking in the scene before him and occluding heavily before he gave away his interest. 

“Oops.  It looks like I’ve only managed to make things worse.  Allow me to sort this out properly,” Draco smirked, before quickly leaning forward and licking the sweet sauce from Hermione’s breasts.  He hummed into her skin as his tongue laved across the soft skin sat just above the plunging neckline of her dress, and then he slid the tip into the deep valley of her cleavage to find any last hidden trace.  “Thank you, Draco.”  “Anything for you, my dove.”

Hermione pushed the bowl across to Lucius, who merely smiled at their shenanigans and poured out a small pool onto his own plate, before passing it across to Severus who regarded it with thinly veiled suspicion, as though in eating the dessert his previous encounter would somehow be revealed.  He felt unsettled, but then pushed the feeling down and poured out his own portion before returning the bowl to the opposite side of the table.  Hermione placed a small piece of mango between her lips, and fed it to Draco, clearly mirroring his exploits with the younger Malfoy. He realised with a start that Draco had not been cowed by his threat of the pensieve, but rather had taken it as a suggestion and shown Hermione every last kinky thing he had indulged in with him. 

When the last of the fruit ran out, Draco swiped his index through the chocolate, then wiped it onto Hermione’s lips before licking off the rich taste and chasing it further with his own tongue, drawing her into a sweet kiss.

Lucius clapped his hands, and chuckled at their antics.  “Oh, my dears, what a charming display.  Though quite why you thought it would help you tonight I cannot fathom.”  He turned his head to his partner, and caught the slightest hint of blush creep onto his cheeks, storing the shred of information away for review at another time.   

“Come.  It is time to settle this wager.”  Standing from the table, he led the way to the master suite, where his bed dominated the room, and an armchair sat facing on either side.  “Draco, if you will take the seat opposite me please.  I have a magical sandglass that will start to empty as soon as Severus sets his mouth upon Hermione.  If he can make her come before the last grain of sand falls, he will win the bet for us.  Although of course if Hermione manages to make him come first then we would pay our dues, fair and square.  I have enchanted these to seat easily inside each of you, and they will register when an orgasm is achieved, so there will be no question about who the winner is.  Are you both clear?”

Hermione nodded nervously.  Lucius handed her a golden ball on a chain, and then gave the second to Severus. 

“Severus, lie down for me and I will help you with your monitor.  Draco, perhaps you can assist Hermione?” 

Snape stood in front of Lucius, then stripped nonchalantly while maintaining eye contact with Hermione throughout.  She had never seen her ex professor like that before, and watched as he gracefully unbuttoned his cuffs, then moved on to releasing the front of his shirt before he shrugged it from his shoulders.  He leant forward onto the bed, bracing his elbows, and reached down to unbuckle his trousers before pushing them down his legs.  He looked directly into Hermione’s eyes as Lucius cast a lube spell, then pushed the golden ball straight into him, without Severus even blinking or appearing bothered in the slightest.  He climbed onto the bed, then settled in on his back, and folded his hands behind his head in an affectation of boredom. 

Hermione whirled around to look at Draco, placed one hand on his shoulder to steady her, then guided his hand to her already soaked knickers.  He swiped them to the side, and gently slid the ball inside her, where it clanked and rolled before settling in.  He patted her hip, and then stroked her cheek with his thumb before turning her back to face the bed.   “Some things come first you know Miss Granger.  Like you have to take off those delightful clothes.  Or perhaps you would like me to do it for you?” smirked Severus.  Hermione shivered under his suggestion, then stepped back to Draco who unhurriedly drew the zip down at the back.  Her dress loosened, then revealed her flesh in slow increments of creamy soft skin.  The silk creation slid over her body, then pooled at her feet, leaving her in delicate black lace that framed her assets perfectly, teasing a hint of the features below. 

Severus felt his skin heat a little, and frowned in surprise.  Whilst he was not averse to the female form, it had been some years since he had sought out the company of a woman, and he was not anticipating responding so easily to seeing her reveal herself to him.  Draco trailed his fingertips around the cup of her bra, circling her nipples through the material until they stood proud and tented, before pulling the fabric below her tits and bringing them into full view.  His hands skimmed the side of her body, then hooked into her briefs to pull them off her lean thighs.

“Hermione dearest, I’m afraid I may have slightly injured Severus this afternoon.  Would you mind terribly staying on top for now?” asked Lucius.  Hermione stumbled a touch, then regained herself before nodding briskly and moving onto the bed.  She turned around on her knees until she was facing Draco once more, then straddled Severus’ head with her legs.  Severus shifted uncomfortably beneath her, his cock already taking interest in her proximity, and the warmth he felt earlier continued to spread and grow.  Summoning up his occlumency shields, he took her hips in his hands and held her still in his grasp.  Hermione braced her arms on either side of his legs, and waited for him to commence his attempt.  The silence stretched on for what seemed like an eternity, and Hermione realised he was slowly parting her buttocks, exposing her to his and Lucius’ view. 

She squirmed and wriggled in his hold, but could not move more than a few centimetres, certainly not far enough to shield her from their attention.  “What a beautiful pussy you have Miss Granger,” intoned a silken, baritone voice.  “Just begging to be tasted.  Have you ever tasted yourself I wonder?”  His words went straight to her core, and she could feel slick rapidly gathering.  Heat approached her sensitive flesh, and she readied herself to get working on his cock, before the heat just lingered, and warm breath ghosted over her lips.  “In the war I would regularly eat out any lonely housewife to get the smallest shred of information for the Dark Lord.  After bringing her to the heights of ecstasy with my tongue, I would fuck her into the nearest flat surface, before her mind was left open and ripe for reading.  I grew skilled at my method, and could make any woman see stars within minutes.  Perhaps I may have lost my touch over the intervening years, or perhaps you will be fortunate too to be on the receiving end of my wicked tongue,” he murmured. 

Hermione groaned at the images his words conjured up.  Just who had he fucked over the years?  Was he as good as he claimed?  Before he could tease her any further, Hermione decided to use her initiative, and promptly swallowed down his length in one voracious gulp, prompting a harsh exhalation of air from the man below her.  The sandglass released its grains, and time started to drift down into the lower chamber of the glass.  Severus felt a sudden surge in his groin, and couldn’t understand how she could have driven him so close to the edge, so quickly.  He grabbed at her hips, and pulled her down onto his face, wasting no time in devouring her greedily. 

He swirled his tongue rapidly around her clit, drooling from the corners of his mouth, and nudging the bridge of his nose into her entrance.  Her skin smelled like amortentia to him, and he happily lapped up the moisture welling up from within that seemed to combine honeyed fruits and a deeper note of something else he couldn’t quite place.  Hermione took to her task with equal gusto, which was impressive considering the challenge his size would present to most.  She tried to tune out the steadily building sensations from between her legs, and instead concentrate on hollowing her cheeks each time she pulled upwards, applying firm suction to his member.  She easily swallowed his prick, feeling it nudge her throat for admittance, and opening her jaw to allow him in further.  Her eyes watered, and she had to take controlled breaths through her nose as she deepthroated him to the best of her ability. 

She glanced up at Draco, who subtly cast Legilimens and joined her in her mind palace.  “It doesn’t seem to be working yet.  We need to do something else to beat him.”  “I agree.”  “Is it time for a tag team yet?”  Hermione turned her head to the sandglass, noting that one minute had already elapsed.  “Yes, I think we will have to.  It’s earlier than we had hoped, but we have to do something to turn this around.”

Draco dropped to his knees between Severus’ thighs and added his mouth to the sensations.  He slurped and licked Snape’s balls, then sucked them into his mouth, one at a time.    Lucius stepped forward to see for himself why Severus had begun to groan loudly.  “I had not expected such blatant infringement of the rules from a Gryffindor such as yourself Miss Granger,” he teased. 

Draco looked up from Severus’ groin and fixed his father with a cheeky grin.  “No, your offer was that each of us would have 3 minutes to bring off the other with their mouth.  Severus’ counter offer never rescinded my involvement in the wager.  I am shocked you would not have checked over the terms more carefully father.”  Then Draco smugly proceeded to continue his way down to tongue Severus’ rim, leaving the man gasping now like a fish out of water. 

“Then I guess it is time for me to show you why you should never accept a wager with a Malfoy.  Clearly it is my turn to finish things off, and Severus has saved the best part for last.  Spread her for me Severus.”  Strong hands now pulled her cheeks widely apart, and she felt Lucius bury his face into her crack.  Two mouths worked her flesh, and she felt her body thrown into turmoil at the dual stimulation.  She mewled at the relentless contact, and felt Lucius murmur into her puckered hole.  “I’ve always had a rule that one should never stick their prick into something they wouldn’t be willing to kiss.  Now I’ve kissed your little rosebud several times, and I’m certain it’s sweet enough for me to enjoy shortly.  Just think how it will feel, with you planted firmly in your ex-professors lap, straddling his fine cock, while I bugger you senseless as Draco can only watch.  Then you get to see Severus take your precious boy, and turn him into a real man.  All you have to do is give up, and come Hermione.” 

With a last ditch effort, she racked her brains for anything she could use to defeat her opponents.   She felt her channel tighten around the gold ball inside her and flutter wildly.  Glancing up at the sand timer she could see she might just have enough time for her plan to work.  Lifting her eyes up to Draco she invited him back to her mind palace, and quickly explained her idea.  He smirked and rapidly cancelled the spell, returning them to the task at hand.  Gritting his teeth onto the ring at the base of the golden monitor settled in Severus’ rectum, he concentrated hard and whispered engorgio, watching in amazement as his wandless incantation took effect and the plum sized ball rapidly swelled to the size of an apple.  He pulled on the ring with his tongue, tugging on Severus’ rim with the orb, then pushed it back in, where it ground against his prostate relentlessly. 

Severus shook his head from side to side as he struggled and fought in the last few seconds.  The overwhelming heat had now reached a crescendo, and he could feel the tightening coil of his orgasm teetering on the brink of release.  He sucked firmly on Hermione’s clit, nibbling a touch with his teeth, as Lucius rammed the pointed tip of his tongue straight into her tiny hole, and heard her guttural moan break from her lips just as his own escaped him. 

Hermione shuddered and bucked in pure unadulterated bliss as both men continued to eat her out through her spectacular orgasm.  She was in too much pleasure to even consider whether she had now lost the wager.  Meanwhile Severus screamed his own climax into her flesh, as he spurted white ropes of cum onto Hermione’s face and tongue.  “I had not expected you to resort to cheating Hermione,” Lucius stated in an affronted tone. 

“We didn’t cheat,” Draco returned.  “We kept to the confines of the agreement.  Use of mouth only, and a three-minute limit.”

“You used magic.”

“Yes, of course.  But it was wandless magic, which by its nature requires only the use of a mouth to be effective.  I thought the Engorgio was a rather nice touch myself.”  Draco gently cast a cleansing spell over Hermione’s face, and teased a few stray curls away from her face as he looked at her with devotion. 

Lucius wasn’t sure whether to cry foul, or be proud of his son’s cunning.  He gently pulled the monitor device from Hermione, and gestured for Draco to retrieve its counterpart from Severus. Both orbs glowed with a blue light from the rings at their bases, and Draco looked up at his father in confusion.  “What does blue mean?  Who came first? Who won?” 

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“I enchanted the orbs to glow blue for whoever was the first to come.  By the looks of it, they both came at the same time.”

“Huh, I guess we didn’t consider that possibility,” Draco mused. 

“Well, this does leave us in a rather tricky situation Draco.  Technically, both Hermione and Severus lost the bet, as neither of them managed to make the other come first.”

“Hey,” a sleepy voice protested, “I still managed to make Severus come in less than three minutes.  I should still get something for that.”

“Yes, as did I Miss Granger.  Should I not also receive due payment? I have earned the right to fuck a Malfoy.”

“I have a suggestion, Father.  Each couple both lost and won in some regard, so both couples should honour their side of the agreement. As Severus is in no position to do anything for a few minutes yet, you will help guide Hermione through her first time, but then Severus is mine.”

“I belong to Lucius, young man,” Severus replied hotly.

Lucius bent over Severus and cast muffliato, shielding their conversation from the younger couple.  “I would remind you that Draco is heir Malfoy, and one day would inherit everything I own.  Since that delightful arse of yours is Malfoy property, it is only fair that Draco should be given the chance to enjoy it at least once. You should make it clear however, that you will be expecting the same in return, and will, as you so beautifully put it, finally get to fuck a Malfoy. Should you choose to honour my request and give yourself to Draco, then I will give myself to you.”  Severus’ eyes widened momentarily, then he nodded his agreement quickly before Lucius could change his mind, cancelling the muffliato and rejoining the wider conversation. 

“Lucius and I have discussed your proposal, and we have agreed to your terms. We will grant you full access to my body in exchange for you entrusting me to guide you through your first penetration, to ready you for Miss Granger.”

Draco tilted Hermione’s chin up, and looked at her.  She gazed back defiantly, and nodded.  She felt duty bound to honour the contract, but was consoled in knowing neither party had truly lost, and they all now stood to gain.

“We need to spend some time readying Miss Granger.  Draco, sit over there and have Hermione mount you backwards so we can still watch her as you fuck her.”   Draco sat in the large armchair, pulled his member out of his boxers, and guided Hermione down into his lap.  He gradually impaled her on his prick as she straddled his thighs, and leaving her to lean back into his chest.  He stroked his right hand up her body, cupping and teasing her breasts, while his left hand grasped her hip, leveraging her up and down in time with his thrusts into her warm heat.  Severus knelt down between their legs, and used his hands to spread her inner thighs further apart, giving him full access to watch her cunt split open by Draco’s cock.  He leant forward and slid his tongue into her folds, slurping up the gleaming moisture that coated her core.  He sucked, then flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, causing Hermione to reach down and grasp his head, holding his mouth directly on her sweet spot. Hermione was in paradise, with Draco’s gorgeous length stroking her insides, and Severus’ velvety tongue caressing her outside.  She released her grasp, and he began to lick lower getting closer to her entrance, then she felt Draco jerk a little behind her.  She looked down to see Severus had tilted his head sideways, and was now teasing the base of Draco’s penis, and sucking his balls into his mouth while Draco continued to fuck her in long, fluid strokes.  Hermione moaned at the sight of Severus caressing her lover with his mouth.  It had been one thing to see it in the Pensieve, but quite another to witness it herself. 

“I think Miss Granger is adequately warm now Severus.  Bring her over to the bed please.”  Lucius patted the mattress next to him, and watched expectantly as Severus hooked his elbows under Hermione’s knees and stood up, pulling her off Draco in the process. Draco huffed in annoyance but acquiesced.  Severus carried her easily across the room, and flung her down onto the mattress where she landed with a shocked yelp. He walked briskly round to the other side of the bed, and pinned her wrists to the bed. “Come, Draco.  Let me rectify your lack of education.”  Draco quickly resettled himself in his boxers, then perched on the edge of the bed, pulling Hermione’s calf over his thigh.  Lucius bent his head down and eagerly began eating Hermione out.  He started at her slick hole, lapping up the fluids that dribbled from her like a thirsty man.  He nibbled along her lips, then set to work on her clit, swirling his tongue around the area in figure eights that sent her into a state of bliss.  Draco slid one hand from Severus’ grasp, then slipped his fingers into hers, stroking her wrist with his thumb, as she submitted to his father’s ministrations. 

Lucius slid lower between her thighs, and let his tongue drift down to her puckered opening, using the tip of his tongue in circular motions around the rim.  The pressure increased in small increments, and he switched to broad licks directly across her hole that tugged at the muscular ring.  His hands parted her buttocks, and he worked his tongue in a jabbing motion that enabled the tip to prod just inside.  Hermione bit her lower lip as she tried to suppress a groan, while her legs automatically spread a little further to encourage him closer.  “Your turn Draco.”  Lucius sat back onto his heels, making space for his son to approach.  Hermione closed her eyes, and felt her whole face flush as he advanced.  He had watched her being rimmed in front of him, but this was the first time he had ever tried it himself.  What if he didn’t like it?  What if he was only doing it because of the situation?  What if…?  That thought was rapidly abandoned as Draco eagerly dove onto her, humming his approval as he wriggled his tongue over her rosebud.  He wrapped his hands under her thighs, grasping her hips and pulling her firmly onto his face.  She could feel his nose pressing into her pussy, and he breathed deeply in to inhale her sweet musky aroma.  He slurped all around her rim, applying his soft lips onto the area and sucking, until Hermione thought her brain had melted and all that was left of her intellect was the puddle between her legs. 

Lucius tapped Draco on his shoulder to indicate he should switch out, then whispered a lube spell directly into her arse, leaving Hermione to shudder as she felt herself dripping in the cool, viscous liquid.  “You must take your time, make your witch desperate for your touch.  Wait until she is nearly begging for you.  Start with your fingertip applying pressure like this.”  He stroked his fingertip through the saliva that had now accumulated around her anus, just maintaining a constant circling pressure but not penetrating yet.  “There are so many rich nerve endings in this area to explore, and when she is ready that beautiful rosebud will start to open out a little.”  He heard a muffled gasp and looked up to see Severus caressing her light pink nipples, trailing his hands gently over her breasts.  Smirking at the distraction his lover was providing, he pressed down against the guardian ring of her anus until the muscle relaxed and gave way to the tip of his digit. He teased in and out repeatedly until Hermione became impatient and started urging down against the intrusion, allowing the whole finger to slide in easily.  He twisted his wrist around then crooked his finger upwards, stroking the rear wall of her channel through the thin membrane, inserting the tip of his middle finger alongside until that one also disappeared inside.  He brought his left hand up so that his thumb lightly brushed her clit as his other hand scissored and stretched the delicate tissue, Hermione beginning to whine at his touch. 

“Look how her pretty hole is starting to gape.”  He pulled his fingers out and spread her buttocks possessively, revealing her fluttering sphincter to Draco’s gaze.  “Pet, you look simply delicious. Your beautiful cunt is glistening and you are so open for me.  Draco must have a try at opening you up just a little further, then I’ll fill you up with my cream kitten.”

Draco was harder than he had ever been in his life, and straining against his boxers.  Watching Hermione getting fingered open in front of him, listening to her gasps and moans, then seeing her displayed so wonderfully had left him dripping.  He reached down to squeeze the head of his cock through the cloth to try to stave off his desperation.  As he took his place once more he added more lube, and felt how easily his fingers slid into her arse.  With a look of wonder on his face he added a third finger, and saw goosebumps break out on her shivery thighs.  “Are you okay, my love?”  Hermione nodded vigorously.  “Fuck, it’s so good.  Keep going… please.”  He remembered how turned on she had been when Lucius and Severus had both gone down on her at the same time, and greedily devoured her whilst introducing another finger into her swollen tight pussy.  Loud squelching noises mixed with her now unrestrained moans, and she made eye contact with Draco pleading for him to bring her over the edge. Potion stained fingers massaged her shoulders, tracing her collarbones and brushing her nipples.  Delicate aristocratic hands stroked her belly and thighs.  Hermione felt like she was in an undulating sea of limbs, caressing every inch of her flesh. She was engulfed in warm bodies, all there to draw her ever closer to nirvana. 

“Sev, lie down here next to Hermione. It’s time to move things on again.”  Severus crawled forward on the bed, ending up lying on his back parallel to Hermione with his head at her lower end.  “Kitten, I want you to get into that gorgeous position you were in at the start of this evening.”  Hermione almost cried at the thought of Draco stopping now, but trusted Lucius had something special planned.  Draco removed his hands with a disappointed expression on his face, stopping only to peer at the luscious soft folds of her rectum that were now visible through the gape.  He held out his hand and helped a very wobbly Hermione upright, before she turned to climb over Severus’s chest, backing herself onto his waiting tongue.  He wasted no time in grabbing her hips and securing her to his face.  His prominent nose pushing into her as he tongued her clit repeatedly.

Hermione looked for Draco, and found him kneeling between Severus’ legs.  With a nod of encouragement from her, he removed his boxers then shuffled closer on his knees to frot against Severus’ firm length, eliciting a grunt from the taciturn man below her.   Hermione felt the heat of Lucius behind her, and turned her head to see he had finally stripped his remaining clothes and was guiding his cock between her arse cheeks.  He slid the length up and down her crevice through the lube, skating the tip over her hungry hole.  With one hand on her shoulder, and the other steadying the base of his cock he aligned himself and gently pushed forwards.  The pressure was incredible, and Hermione panicked a little worrying that perhaps three fingers was not enough to avoid injury.  She felt herself squeezing against him, and her body went tight with fear.  “It’s okay kitten.  I will keep you safe.  I want you to concentrate on what Sev is doing to you, and then try to relax again if you can.  I will wait until you are ready.”  The pressure remitted a little, and the sensation switched back to the incredible gliding strokes that teased her hole. 

Warm breaths puffed between her legs, and her attention was drawn away from herself to see Draco’s hand working between Snape’s thighs.  With a sharp inhale, she realised he was fingering him in front of her, and saw Severus’ pale cock twitch in its nest of thick black curls, a small bead of clear liquid welling at the tip.  Draco was working his other hand lazily over his own prick, enthralled at the sight of his fingers disappearing into his former professor.  She leant forward, pushing Draco’s hand away so she could take over, then sucked Severus into her mouth, the flavour of his pre-come bursting on her tongue.  A light touch trailed down her back, ghosting over the dimples just above her butt, then caressed her buttocks.  Finally, Lucius pushed forward once more, and this time the blunt head of his cock popped easily inside her, forcing a soft ‘oh’ from her lips.  He stilled, giving her a moment to adjust to the stretch, then slowly inched forward a little, before pulling back and repeating the motion.  “Kitten, you feel so good, so tight.  That’s it, let yourself open up to me.”

Hermione had never felt so desired, so powerful in her entire life.  Tears welled up in her eyes as she was overwhelmed with the multiple sensations of a cock in her arse, one in her mouth, and the soft velvet of Draco in her palm.  She had three strong wizards surrounding her, lusting over her, sharing her amongst them. Draco thrust into her hand, gaping at the image of her skewered between them all.

Lucius grunted, his thighs brushing her rear as he eventually bottomed out.  “Sev, use your fingers in her.  I want to feel you touching me while I’m inside her.”   Hermione sobbed as all her holes were stuffed, and she could do little more than give herself over to the intense experience.  She felt Lucius shudder behind her as Severus stroked him through her, then his knuckles began to drag perfectly over her g spot.  “Oh gods kitten.  I can feel you squeezing around me.  Just so perfect.  Keep doing that Sev, this is heavenly.”  Her skin tingled all over, and energy gathered in her core.  Her magic seemed to be reaching out and permeating every corner of her being, and she could feel herself spiralling ever closer to her inevitable end. 

“Are you close pet?  I want you to come around me.”  Hermione had been reduced to gasps and groans, her body answering for her.  Her thighs clenched around Severus’ head, her back arched and her eyes rolled up into the back of her head.  “Ungh, uh, guh, gah.”  The brightest witch of her age was nothing more than a pile of deliciously twitching nerve endings, all thoughts, all words long forgotten.  The fingers inside her sped up to a frantic pace, then suddenly fiery heat detonated within her, and she felt herself gushing as she howled out her climax.  Lucius followed closely behind, ramming into her with abandon as he filled her with his release.  Below them Severus moaned as Lucius’ cock slipped out onto his forehead.  Spunk oozed slowly down onto her pussy, then into his mouth, some of it dripping straight onto his already soaked face.   He lapped at the remnants that glazed her puffy slit and worked his way up higher to suck the rest directly from the source.   He heard Lucius rebuckling his trousers, and looked up from between Hermione’s cheeks to see Lucius gazing lustfully at him, while he possessively hoovered up every last trace of Lucius’ spunk from her body.   

Hermione had slipped into another state of consciousness, floating in some nameless place, thoughts warm and muddied, lost to the world around her.  She vaguely registered something pleasantly moist on her lower half, and then an insistent prodding at her cheek.  Severus had grown impatient, holding off his own enjoyment for Lucius and Hermione’s sake, but now it was time for that unruly witch to resume sucking his aching prick.

Lucius glided round to the other side of the bed, like a preening peacock, to see his lover spread out between Hermione and Draco.  Hermione had come around a little, and was now enthusiastically bobbing her pretty mouth up and down his turgid length, humming as she enjoyed herself.  Lucius ran his fingertips along Severus’ strong thighs, delighting in the way he arched up into his familiar touch, as he saw Draco working slick digits in and out of his now well stretched hole.  “It’s time for you to claim your prize Draco” he whispered.  Draco scurried forward a little, then dragged Severus’ hips up onto his knees, bringing his cock in line with his arse and exposing his face to their scrutiny.  Reddened lips accompanied flushed cheeks, and his wet hair clung to his glistening chin as his eyes flashed with a feral look, anticipating being given over to Draco under his partner’s watchful gaze.  Hermione rolled onto her side, pillowing her head on her left hand, while her right was left free to spread her saliva over his straining dick. 

Draco was shaking as he prepared himself to fuck Severus.  He had dreamed of this moment for weeks, never truly believing his ex -professor would ever let him near.  He thanked all the gods that he had been given this chance, and knew when Severus returned the favour it would be something special.  “I’m not a fucking princess.  You won’t break me.  Get on with it Draco,” grouched the impatient man on the bed.  Draco stopped, fixed him with a determined stare then pushed in without hesitation, pausing only when he hilted inside.  Molten, liquid bliss encased his cock, as he was gripped tightly by Severus’ channel.  He had to freeze and start reciting the twelve uses of dragon blood in his mind to prevent himself from coming immediately. “Is that all you’ve got?” he drawled, an air of feigned boredom on his face. 

“Now, now Sev.  It’s not surprising he is a little overawed.  Your arse is a wondrous place to be my dear,” the elder Malfoy smirked.  “I’m afraid you do have to move a touch there Draco.  It’s not fair to Severus to keep him waiting all evening.” 

“I can’t.  I don’t know how much longer I can last, and I don’t want it to end already.”

“What a greedy young man.  Reminds me of someone,” Severus teased.  He sighed dramatically, then grabbed his wand from the bedside table, murmuring an incantation under his breath that Hermione was not familiar with.  Draco gulped and looked down to find a tight ring encircling the base of his penis, and another around his balls.  Hermione frowned in confusion, looking to Lucius for an explanation.  “It’s a cock ring, pet.  It will help him stay the course without disappointing Severus here.”  Draco inhaled deeply for a few moments, then as his confidence returned ground his hips in and out in rolling motions.  Hermione gazed at Draco’s face, revelling in his pleasure filled expression, knowing as soon as they had fulfilled their various parts of the bargain they would be free to enjoy this together. 

“How does it feel Draco?”  she enquired softly. 

“Gods damned.  It’s so tight.  It’s hot, and slick and every time I try to pull back, his body is just sucking me back in.”

“Fuck, that sounds amazing.  I hope I can feel half of that when I’m wearing the strap.  That reminds me,” she trailed off.  “Don’t think I’ve forgotten to collect on my winnings Lucius.”

“If you think you will get his arse before I do, you are much mistaken young lady,” growled Severus.  “In all the years we’ve been together he has never bottomed, and I intend to enjoy every moment of his first time.” 

“Then you’d better hurry up and get round to it before I get bored and take matters into my own hands,” she replied cheekily. 

Draco was now working hard, his muscles straining and a light sheen of sweat gleaming on his skin.  Hermione had returned to sucking Severus off, her nose brushing Draco’s abs each time he pushed forward.  “Try to find his prostate Draco.  I find he complains much less when he is being properly fucked into the mattress.”  Draco re positioned himself trying a few different angles and wondering if he would know when he found the right spot. 

There was little confusion when Severus suddenly arched up dislodging Hermione, and nearly folding in on himself with a small whimper.  He focused all his concentration on remaining in that exact place, treasuring each groan he stole from the lips of the usually reserved man.   “Fuck, your moans are going to push me over.” 

Severus’ head snapped up with a quiet expression of indignation.  “Don’t you dare finish without me.  It’s bad manners to leave me unsatisfied,” he lectured.  Draco nodded and wrapped his fist around him, twisting and pulling with determination as skin slapped noisily on skin, and Severus became a man of few words.  He writhed on the bed, his hands drifting to his chest, teasing his own nipples and closed his eyes as he absorbed every touch, every sound, every moment.  His hair fanned out on the cover below him, and he could feel the breath being punched from his body with every hard thrust.  With an undignified roar he came violently, showering himself and Draco in a spray of sticky globules.  Lucius quickly grabbed Severus’ wand, and vanished the cock ring, allowing Severus’ climax to milk Draco’s orgasm from him.  Hermione gasped at the erotic image before her, Snape lying dishevelled in the bed covered in his own spunk, and Draco jittery and jelly legged between his thighs, struggling to recapture his breath as the last traces of his climax washed over him.  He turned and pulled Hermione up to kiss her dazedly on the lips, his hands in her hair, licking across the seam of her mouth for entrance before his tongue dove into her mouth to taste her.  She drifted back to look in his eyes, staring in wonder at the wildness that looked back, then nudged him gently to remind him he had not yet pulled out of Severus.

His cock was now oversensitive, and he detached himself gingerly, wincing as the tip grazed his rim.  He watched his semen bubble out of the widened entrance, and teased some of it back in with his fingertip, massaging it into the relaxed muscle.  Severus lay there, breathing deeply, his legs flopped to the side, unable to torment them with his barbed tongue for the moment.  Hermione summoned a steamy moist cloth that smelled of jasmine, and pressed it into Draco’s hand, indicating with her eyes for him to take care of the man in front of him.  He delicately wiped the soft cloth over Severus’ chest, then used broad sweeps to capture the pool of drying cum that had formed at the base of his softening prick.  He refolded the cloth, and then used it to tidy the sloppy mess between his legs before pulling a sheet up over his now sleepy form.  Lucius had long since been sat in the armchair nearby, a look of approval on his face at the level of aftercare extended to his partner. 

He threw a pair of robes to Hermione, and once they were warmly wrapped, he got onto the bed next to his lover, sliding one arm under his neck and stroking his forehead with his other hand, as jet eyes looked up at him.  “Hermione, Draco, I’m sure you’ll both appreciate we aren’t as young as we used to be, and will need a short while to recover before we resume.  Can you give us half an hour?”  The couple nodded, and padded out of the room across to their own suite for a quick shower and to grab a few much-needed drinks.   They were only half their way through the evening, and it seemed the best was still yet to come. 

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Hermione was the first one to return to the master suite, while Draco needed a little longer to collect himself.  She moved to press the door open, then paused in the doorframe.  Severus was straddling a restrained and blindfolded Lucius, tracing the bony outlines of his face with his fingers.  A single crisp white sheet enveloped their lower halves, leaving only their upper bodies on display.  Hands that had chopped potions ingredients with consummate skill and attention were now put to work teasing and stroking every inch of Lucius they had access to.  Open mouthed kisses were gifted along the column of a fine, graceful neck that induced mild shivers in the aristocrat.     

“He cannot hear you Miss Granger.  He was a little overwhelmed at the prospect of finally giving himself over to someone else, so I’ve had to take matters into my own hands to ensure he is relaxed enough to enjoy it.”  Severus looked up from his lover with a kindly smile, and invited her to sit in the armchair nearest them.  “Would you pass across the massage oil from the bedside table please?”

As she handed over the bottle she noticed the signs of tension in Lucius’ body.  The tight shoulders, the fisted hands, the slight furrow of his brow and set of his jaw.  Severus lifted one finger to his lips, then lifted the muffliato he had used to obscure Lucius’ hearing.  “Are you ready for me to ease you in to things my love?”  Lucius nodded shakily, blowing out an unsteady breath as he tried to calm himself.  Severus poured out a good portion of oil into his hand, rubbing it between his palms to warm it, before telling Lucius he was about to massage him.  Starting with the chest, he orbited the pec muscles in sweeping circular strokes that lightly brushed his nipples with each pass.  The pale buds tightened and became erect as gentle thumbs ghosted over the sensitive tissue. 

Hands slid across collarbones, and more oil was added to be worked into the shoulders.  Firm fingertip pressure was now applied to break down the tension around his neck and upper back, before gliding along the arms to soften out the clenched fists.  Lucius allowed his head to droop a little to the side, and his jaw to release as he eased into the skilled touch of his lover, his breaths now steady and peaceful. 

Severus stood for a moment to remove the clothes on Lucius’ lower body, then knelt by his waist, this time facing his feet.  He was generous with the fragrant oil, allowing it to puddle on the concave dip of Lucius’ abdomen, and using it as a reservoir to keep the oil warmed and ready for use.  Taut thigh muscles were subdued under his relentless attention, and fine bony arches soothed with worshipful care before thumbs were worked into lean calves until they too softened.  Severus scooped the remaining oil into his hands to caress the well-defined waist and abs, then followed golden hair down into Lucius’ groin, where his fine prick was now half hard and enjoying every moment. 

Slick hands pledged their devotion to Lucius, with long loving strokes up and down his cock and another carefully fondling his balls, while the oil steadily tracked down to puddle a little beneath him. Severus resettled himself between his lover’s thighs, spreading his own knees widely to plant himself securely before tilting Lucius’ pelvis up and arranging his legs to rest over his hips.  “I have never seen you look so beautiful for me my love.”  Continuing his slow liquid strokes along Lucius’ length with his right hand, he allowed his left to drift down and his knuckles to provide pressure to his perineum.  Lucius bit his lip, and began to thrust almost imperceptibly into Severus’ fist. 

“We have a guest my love.  One who is also just as admiring of your fine arse if memory serves me correctly.  Perhaps you might enjoy it if she resumes the activity that drew all those delightful sounds from you this morning?” he teased lightly.  Severus paused as he allowed the statement to sink in, then smiled as Lucius nodded his assent.

Hermione nervously switched places with Severus, who used his wand to add more rope to suspend Lucius’ legs, leaving them bent at the knee and spread widely apart.  The jute rope was worked in an intricate network of knots that threaded around his thighs, weaving and winding in an exquisitely beautiful pattern.  The result turned Lucius’ restraint into a work of art that Hermione could not help but admire.  She wriggled down onto her belly, and took Lucius into her own delicate hand, enjoying the feel of his oiled member sliding easily through her grip.  She regarded his puckered entrance for a moment, then licked directly over the area, eliciting a small gasp from the captive man.  His skin was salty sweet, a mixture of a light tang of sweat from their earlier coupling, and traces of the fragrant oil that had dripped down into his crack.  Her tongue explored his anus, and she relished the power she held over him with this one simple act.  Gradually the muscle began to yield to her, softening and spreading to her touch. 

“Ready him for me.”  Hermione borrowed Snape’s wand and cast a prep spell that left his sphincter warm, slick and relaxed.  Relinquishing his cock to his lover, she was able to test out the effectiveness of the spell by introducing one finger at a time into his entrance.  She twisted her hand around so that her fingertips were able to map out the front wall of his rectum, crooking and searching for the walnut sized bump she knew was there somewhere.  Just at the tip of her reach she found it, and stroked it carefully, noticing how his prick twitched in Severus’ grasp, and pre-come started to bead at the tip.  She knew her two fingers were no comparison to the size of Severus’ marvellous member, and so set to adding more until all four fingers were gliding in and out easily and Lucius was grunting with every thrust of her hand. 

Severus retrieved his wand, and used it to spell a cock ring onto Lucius, smirking as the flaxen haired man frowned in frustration realising his release would not be permitted until Severus willed it so.  He looked up into his partner’s eyes and gave the only word that could bring forward his completion, “Please.”  A wild expression crossed Severus’ face, and he swiftly removed Hermione to the armchair so that he could take his rightful place.  He took his cock in one hand to guide it, and used the other to anchor him to his lover before pressing forward with a look of downright awe and devotion.  The eye contact was electric, and Hermione felt almost an intruder to the intimate scene unfolding before her.  With aching slowness, Severus inched forward, breaching the last defences of Lucius’ body.  Tears welled in onyx eyes as he was given entrance into the sacred space, to the very innermost part of Lucius’ being.  He registered the trust in the dominant man’s countenance, and new respect bloomed between the couple. 

Severus’ eyes closed, his breath stuttered, and he shook as he took in the enormity of the moment.  “How on earth do you stand it?  The urge to just give in and take what I want is so overwhelming right now.”  “I love seeing you hovering on the edge of pleasure.  It is a privilege for you to allow me into your body, so I do all that I can to honour that.  A little occlumency helps too,” he chuckled.  Severus nodded, and Lucius watched as he gathered his emotions tightly and willed them under control.  After a few more breaths he withdrew carefully, then eased back in, cautiously watching every muscle in Lucius’ face for any sign of discomfort.  Lucius wheezed and Snape paused with a pained frown.  “I’m sorry, I’ve hurt you.”  “No, it’s good.  It’s really good.  I just wasn’t expecting it to be like this.  It took me by surprise.”  The explanation drew a wry smile from the potions master.  “Why on earth did you think I was letting you do this to me all these years?  I’m not such a martyr I’d put up with something I didn’t enjoy for the sake of your libido,” he smirked. “I’m assuming you’d like me to carry on then?”  “Please do,” he grinned back.   

With time and patience, they settled into a rhythm of sorts, and eventually Lucius was able to take Severus’ full length, his eyebrows rising as he felt him bottom out without soreness.  Severus manoeuvred himself forward until his chest was in contact with his partner, and he was able to indulge in soft, sensual kisses as his hips continued their slow dance.  He stroked platinum locks away from Lucius’ now flushed cheeks, and trailed his thumb over elegant cheekbones, whispering words of reassurance and encouragement to him.  Lucius tilted his pelvis up meet the thrusts, then arched his back and inhaled sharply, his mouth freezing in a perfect silent oh.  “Merlin. Right there. Stay right there,” he managed to utter.  Severus grabbed Lucius’ hips firmly to fix them in place, then ramped up the speed, jackhammering away in short shallow thrusts that targeted the spot with surprising accuracy.

“Oh, oh, oh, gods.  What are you doing to me?” he cried.  He pulled and strained at his bonds, but was unable to either move closer or escape from the delicious agony to his prostate.  “Fuck, don’t do that,” snarled Snape.  “What?”  “Squeezing around me like that.  It’s like you’ve got my cock in an iron fist.  I can feel your walls fluttering around me.  I can’t hold out long like that.” “Make me come and you can do whatever you want, please I’m so turned on, I can’t take much more of this torture.”

“Then touch yourself,” he snapped.  Shock registered on Lucius’ features as his usually restrained lover lost his cool exterior for a moment.  “Excuse me?”  “You heard me, touch yourself.”  His surly features softened and an expression of guilt passed over his face.  “Please, my love.  I’ve got about a minute left.  If you want to come then you’ll need to help me, or I’m going to come regardless.” Lucius realised his arms were free, and pins and needles roared through the leaden limbs as he tried to move them.  He managed to grip himself loosely, and started to work his fist in the tight quick motions he preferred. 

Lucius could feel prickles at the base of his spine, sense the tension building across his frame, and tried his best to catch up, knowing it would be a close-run thing.  He watched Severus frantically try to hold off for a few seconds longer, and was distracted from his own pleasure in appreciation of the effort his partner was making to wait for him to come first.  He seemed to teeter on the edge, every part of him awash in sensation, yet somehow unable to bridge the final gap, when Severus fixed him with an apologetic glance and then came furiously.  His body went rigid, fingernails bit into shoulders, head thrown back into a rictus posture and the most primal noise emerged from his lips that Lucius had ever heard from the private man.  It was glorious to behold in all its splendour.  Bursts of heat filled his arse, and he shuddered as Severus marked him internally with his spend.  Severus collapsed against his body, his chest heaving with unexpressed emotion, as he kissed his contrition into Lucius’ pale unmarked skin.  “I’m so sorry.  I tried so hard to wait.”  “I know you did my love.  It’s not always easy holding off, but I’m sure with some practice you’ll get the hang of it,” he smiled ruefully.  “You’d really let me?”  “Mm, hmm.  Guess I should have realised there was something in this years ago.  In the meantime, though, perhaps it would have helped if we’d taken off this cursed cock ring,” he smirked. 

A strange, loud noise broke from Severus’ throat, and Hermione struggled to deduce what it was until she realised it was the sound of joyous, unrestrained laughter from the man.  He wiped tears from his eyes, kissed Lucius’ forehead, and then grabbed his wand to remove the obstruction, before casting a quick cleansing charm over himself.  “I suppose there is a limit to even my great intellect at times,” he jested.  “Perhaps Miss Granger might be kind enough to help out with our situation.”  He levelled his gaze at a dumbstruck Hermione, who seemed to have lost all coherent thought after the jarring experience of watching Severus’ amusement express itself.  “Accio strap.”

There was a clattering noise, then silence.  Severus had a quizzical look, before the bedroom door widened again to admit Draco to the room, clutching the harness.  “I’d just gotten out the shower when I nearly got hit over the head with this.  I presume you are about to coach Hermione now?”  “Yes, your father thought it prudent she be allowed to learn before testing it out on you, and he’s just about ready now I’d say.”  The blond hair man huffed and rolled his eyes.  “Pass it over and I will help Hermione fit it correctly.”  “And what would you know about muggle devices like this?”  “Bored housewives don’t just want oral sex Draco.  They can be surprisingly imaginative.  Let’s just say this was another trick in my wartime toolbox.”  He took the strap from Draco’s hands, and left the younger Malfoy standing agog at his candour. 

The harness was made of a buttery soft black leather, with adjustable loops and straps to give a comfortable fit.  He held it out for Hermione to step in, fitted the strap, then slid it up into place fluidly, tightening and testing each area until it sat snugly over her hips, with a smooth purple cock protruding from between her legs.  He whispered an incantation, then conjured lube which he applied in confident, unhurried strokes.  Hermione gasped as the spell took effect, giving the feeling that the fake phallus was truly part of her own body, and she was able to experience Severus touching her prick with an experienced hand.  “Oh, my word.  How do you ever get anything done with one of these attached to you?  I think I’d spend all day touching myself if I was this sensitive.”  “I might say the same thing if I were to have those delightful breasts, or such a beautiful cunt, kitten,” teased Lucius from the bed.  “Although I don’t think my patience would recover if a second person were to fuck me without bringing me to completion.”  He looked to Severus, who caught on to his meaning and quickly spelled a cock ring for Hermione, who was now able to relax a little. 

“Turn over please Lucius.”  “Mm, I’m not sure what I think about this bossy side of you Sev, but seeing as you asked so nicely I’ll do it this once.”  Severus made a small pile of pillows for Lucius to lie comfortably over, then returned to Hermione.  “Now shuffle yourself a little closer.  Luckily, he is already well prepared, but you must always make sure your partner is stretched and lubricated before you indulge in this type of play. Take your time when you penetrate him, and watch for any tensing.  If he is properly ready the muscle should relax under pressure, never force your way in.”  Hermione nodded, trying to take in all the details, but all she could really think about was that she would get the chance to fuck Lucius, rather than being the one on the receiving end. 

She looked down at her purple strap and lined it up with his sloppy fucked out hole.  She played with the soft pink rim, teasing it slightly to watch it flutter and wink back at her.  Then, when she had worked up the courage, she leant forward and watched her length pierce his hole.  She could feel the hot, sticky deposit Snape had already left, and she found it intoxicating thinking about how such a strong man had allowed them both to take him.    It was a heady, powerful feeling, and she was completely unprepared for the sensation of being inside someone else for a change.  At that moment, she was infinitely grateful for the cock ring helping her to maintain control.  It was difficult finding a rhythm at first, as she was unused to being the one doing the fucking.  Her hips moved in sharp jerky thrusts that pulled a little on her lower back.  Severus placed his hands on her, and gently corrected her posture, helping her to find a more fluid, rolling motion.  Once he was satisfied with her technique he directed her to experiment with different angles, until she found a position that pulled gentle moans from Lucius once more. 

Severus moved over to Draco, and whispered in his ear.  Draco’s face reddened, but clearly whatever had been suggested was agreeable.  He walked over to the bed, and started kissing the back of Hermione’s neck.  He slid his hands under her arms, and caressed her breasts, while sucking purple bruises in a line along her shoulder.  Pulling down his own joggers he lined himself up with her slit, and drove home.  Hermione stilled when he hilted, then reached her hand behind her head to massage his scalp and pull him closer until he was insinuating himself along the curves of her body.    

She placed her hands down on to Lucius’ hips, and used them to pull him backwards onto her cock, her mouth dry as she observed his arse swallowing up the glistening length, then releasing it.  She was determined to make Lucius work for his pleasure, and made it clear he was to bounce up and down on her if her was to find release, as she had no intention of moving right now.  She was enjoying every moment sandwiched between the two striking men, feeling Draco pressed hard against her rear, and the sensation of her hips tucked snuggly into Lucius’ backside.  Severus chuckled at her daring, but sat back to watch the spectacle.

Unsurprisingly Lucius was flagging, and within a few minutes had gotten close again. Hermione put her hands under his arms and pulled him upright, so that his back was now parallel to her chest. Snape moved in front of his partner, reaching one hand down to jerk him in time with the thrusts that bruised his prostate, and using the other to stroke Lucius’ face and slide his hair back behind his ears as their mouths met.  Lucius closed his eyes, his breaths harsh, and was now constantly moaning out his pleasure.  Hermione didn’t think she had ever seen something so erotic as a man being taken by a woman, and the only thing that could have topped the moment for her would have been if it had been Draco instead.  “Harder, Miss Granger.  Make him come.”  Hermione broke out into a sweat as she pummelled into him, her crotch smacking into the flesh of his buttocks as she rammed home with determination.  With a last sob, Lucius came all over Severus’ hand and the bed, falling forward onto the pillows and leaving Hermione panting as the contractions of his body nearly pulled her orgasm from her too.    

Severus cast tergeo over the bedding, then covered over his lover with the sheet, before indicating for Draco and Hermione to follow him to his room quietly.  Hermione lay on the bed, with a dull, achy throbbing between her legs, desperately frustrated and in need.  He dove onto the bed and wasted no time stripping the harness from her to give him access to her flesh.  He climbed over her body and thrust in, needing to reassert his ownership of her. She smiled up at him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled his mouth closer to hers.  Tongues entwined and danced together, their cries muffled in the other’s mouth. 

Hermione regarded Draco, then pulled away from his lips briefly.  “Severus, do you have any rejuvenation elixir?” Hermione enquired.  “Of course, why?”  “Well, you are the only person who has not received his dues.  I want to be here when Draco has his first time bottoming, and I can’t think of anyone better to coach him through it.”  Snape opened the top drawer of his bedside cabinet, pulling out a small green vial filled with silvery shimmering liquid.  “There are certain benefits to being a potions master,” he smirked, then tossed back the fluid within.  “Are you ready for this Draco?” she asked hesitantly.  “Yes, it’s time.”

“First things first, I need you both to switch places.  Draco I want you lying on your back, and Hermione can go on top.”  Draco took hold of Hermione’s hips, and rolled them both so that she was now straddling him.  “Hermione, I want you to do the moving, so that Draco can lie back and relax into the feeling.”  Hermione nodded, bracing her hands on Draco’s chest, then using her thighs to work herself up and down Draco’s length in a most satisfying way.  Severus moved behind her, and it rapidly became clear from the sounds and Draco’s face that he was rimming him enthusiastically.  “Shit, Hermione.”  Draco seemed like his brain was melting from being worked between them both.  She watched him shudder, then his eyes widened further, prompting her to turn her head to witness two slick fingers sliding in and out of his lubricated pucker.  Hermione could feel her clit tingling, and her nipples hardening at the thought of Draco being fucked between her and Severus.  Squelching noises built up in the room as Severus continued to finger and stretch his anus, taking meticulous care over his task to ensure no harm would come to him. 

Draco’s face and chest were developing a creeping flush, and his lips were now red as though stained by berries.  He brought his hands up and placed them over hers, squeezing her under his grip and smiling as she bounced vigorously in his lap, sighing and panting as she moved.  Severus grabbed his thighs and bent his legs outwards, fully exposing his hole to him.  Drawing close to Hermione he finally penetrated Draco with the utmost care and concern.  With his chin resting on Hermione’s shoulder he was able to witness every nuance of Draco’s thoughts, seeing when to pause, and when he could press on.  Draco had deeply enjoyed his previous anal play with Severus, but nothing could compare to this.  The intensity of the stretch was mind-blowing, and the fullness was both scary and arousing.  Severus waited until Draco was adjusted to the intrusion, then built his tempo, mirroring Hermione’s movements, until it all coalesced into one magnificent sensation.  

“Are you close Hermione?  I really want to feel you come around me.”  “Nearly there.  I wouldn’t mind a bit of help though.”  Before anything more could be said, a hand wrapped around her waist, and skilled fingers worked her clit.  She was dripping wet, and relished the chance to watch Draco’s increasingly dishevelled appearance, while a strong arm kept her pinned against Severus’ chest.  She could feel the transmitted force of his thrusts through her buttocks, and it was almost as though she were the one being fucked between them.    A deep voice whispered a single familiar word into her ear, and debauched images of the past few days suddenly washed over her consciousness, her arousal quickly spiking.  Hermione wailed as her thighs grew tight and shook, while her cunt spasmed around Draco’s rock-hard prick.  White hot bliss permeated her whole body, and her head lolled back onto Severus’ shoulders as she lost control of her muscles, her legs turning to jelly and no longer able to support her body weight.  Draco shuddered shortly after, moaning as he shot hot blasts of come inside Hermione.  Severus growled and upped the pace, forcing a sob from an overstimulated Draco before coming himself in quick succession.  He carefully pulled out of Draco and felt deep satisfaction watching his semen dribble from the no longer virginal hole, before supporting Hermione to lay next to her fiancé on the bed.

He walked back through into the Master suite, cast a quick cleansing spell over himself, then spooned Lucius, enjoying the chance to be big spoon for once.  Lucius murmured happily in his sleep, and pulled his arms around his waist, nestling back into the lean chest behind him before his body heat dragged Severus into a comfortable slumber too.

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Sunlight was streaming in through dark green drapes when Hermione finally started to stir.  Yet again she had found herself waking in another unfamiliar room in the Manor, but fortunately this time it was at least next to her fiancé.  As she stretched there was an undignified groan from a large lump under the covers next to her.  She drew back the sheets to find the most unkempt Draco she had ever seen in her life, platinum hair sticking out at all angles, red marks across his torso, and finger bruises over his hips.  She turned over in the bed to snuggle up to him, then realised how wet and sticky they both were.  “Ugh, I should have showered before I fell asleep last night.  I feel disgusting,” she said with a wrinkled nose.  “Hmm, yes I’m starting to understand why you moan so much about the wet patch.  Although it’s quite unique to be on the receiving end of it myself for once,” he laughed. 

Hermione summoned her wand, and cast a quick tergeo on their sheets, but it was clear they needed a good hot shower as a minimum.  “Looks like Severus left us here and went back to sleep with your Father last night.  Let’s get back to our room for a shower, then we can get some breakfast.”  “Actually, here’s a better idea.”  Draco held up a note from the bedside table in familiar spiky handwriting.    ‘Thought you might both appreciate a bath this morning.  Please feel free to take all the time you need.  I’ll be in the master suite if you need anything.  SS.’

Draco led the way through to the ensuite, then was pleasantly surprised to find there was already a bath drawn, kept steaming hot under a stasis charm.  Next to the bath was a small breakfast table, stocked with delicate pastries, fresh juices and a pot of tea, alongside a further note from Severus. ‘Spare healing salve in the blue jar on the bath ledge.  Use what you need then keep the rest- you might find it helpful in the near future.  You are also welcome to use any toiletries you would like. SS’

Hermione sunk into the water with a happy sigh, and Draco joined her shortly after, wincing a little as he sat down.  The water was scented with a mixture of chamomile, rosemary and jasmine.  Hermione poured the tea and passed a cup across to Draco with an almond croissant, before grabbing a mini cinnamon whirl for herself.  They both rested back against the sloped walls of the sunken tub, allowing the steamy water to soothe away the rigours of the previous day.  Once they were sufficiently caffeinated to face the day, Hermione urged Draco to lie over the edge of the tub, resting on his stomach so she could check if he needed any healing.  She grabbed the jar of salve and gently applied it around his rim, before carefully applying a generous amount internally.  He hissed a little as the cold gel was worked inside, but the cooling effect was almost instant.  To make certain he was comfortable Hermione cast healing spells over the area, then gave him a light tap on his buttock to let him know he was all done.

They switched around, and this time Draco carefully inspected Hermione for any sign of discomfort.  She was a little pink over a few areas, but there was no evidence of tears or any bruising, so Draco got to work applying the salve firstly to her vulva and vagina, then moved down to her anus and rectum, using soothing gentle strokes over the area, before adding a final healing spell too.  Hermione slid back down into the water, and rested across Draco’s lap, winding her arms around his neck and kissing him lazily.  They took turns hand feeding each other small morsels of the remaining pastries, and sips of cold, refreshing orange juice that looked to have been freshly squeezed by the elves that morning. 

Draco stroked his hand along Hermione’s spine, using his left hand to pull her legs across his lap, holding her closely to him, while gradually deepening their kiss from light and sleepy, to slow and sensual.    Draco grabbed a bottle of bath oil from the shelf and proceeded to drizzle it over Hermione’s shoulders and breasts. Her skin gleamed under the oil, and his hands slid easily over tired muscles, finding tight knots that he teased away with patient pressure before gliding back over in soothing strokes.  He pulled her legs up onto his left arm one at a time, repeating the process on tight quads and calves, then gently repositioned her to straddle him so he could work oil into her back as she lay with her head tucked in on his shoulder. 

Hands slid lower under the water line, until Draco was cupping and squeezing Hermione’s butt, pulling her in to grind against his rapidly firming groin and brushing across her arsehole with gentle fingers.   Hermione let her head draw back a little until she could see directly into Draco’s face, witnessing the look of love and devotion in his eyes as lips reunited joyfully.  She stroked damp blond hair back behind his ears, and rested her wrists together behind his neck, secure in his embrace.  Draco nestled his erection between her pussy lips, and slid up and down rhythmically, teasing her clit and dragging small reciprocal thrusts from her hips.  They took their time, unhurried in their affections, just enjoying the closeness in the warm water.  Her nipples stiffened in the slightly cooler air of the bathroom, and dragged across his chest as their bodies met.  Lifting her hips just a little, Draco was able to settle himself comfortably inside her welcoming channel, watching her pupils dilate as she gradually descended on his prick until he bottomed out and her thighs connected with his once more. 

They took a moment to breathe together, feeling their magic stretching out to caress their partner’s, and stared into each other’s eyes, noticing the slight swelling of parted lips, or the dusting of pink on cheeks.  Slowly and deliberately Draco clutched her hips, his large hands easily spanning them, and moved her onto his cock, splashing the water against the side of the bath.  With each movement, the momentum of the water grew and soon waves were colliding with the wall of the tub, scented water puddling on the floor next to them.  Hermione concentrated on keeping her breathing regular and deep, mirroring Draco’s own pattern, taking in the present moment with intent.  She left behind worries about her work, worries about her body, worries about the future, and allowed the sensations in her body to lead her thoughts.  She noticed the blissful friction of each thrust, the rubbing against her clit, the slight tug on her labia each time Draco withdrew.  She felt the building tension in her lower abdomen, and the tightening of her vagina as she grew more aroused, heat pooling deep within.

She had never felt more connected to Draco than in this moment, and knew they were ready to move on together in their experimentation together as a couple.  “I want it to be today.  I’m ready.  I want you to bugger me.”  Draco bit his lip and let out a shaky breath.  “Okay, but let’s take it carefully.”  He reached out for his wand, then cast a prep spell that made Hermione shiver a little as she felt a fizzing sensation, followed by the slick coolness of lube.  He reached his fingers lower into her arse crease, and caressed the puckered tissue.  He started with circling her entrance, applying the lightest of pressure, then stroked the centre of the sphincter adding more force until his fingertip just stretched the muscle and it relaxed under his attentions.  His index finger slid in easily under the influence of the spell, and Hermione barely murmured after the previous day’s activities. 

The position was a little awkward, so he moved Hermione to lie on a soft rolled towel over the ledge surrounding the bath.  She spread her knees widely to stabilise herself and he re-entered her vagina, inserting his finger back into her anus.  He was now more able to touch the front wall of her rectum and feel his penis through the thin dividing wall.  He fingered her lazily, enjoying the sight of her parted cheeks and her arsehole opening under his efforts. She was much more receptive to stretching and anal play now that she understood how to relax and accept the sensations.  His middle finger rapidly joined the index finger, then he worked his ring finger in alongside it, adding extra lube for comfort.  Hermione was wriggling and moaning lightly, enjoying the dual stimulation he offered.  Once it was clear she was stretched enough he lent forward, kissed her shoulder and told her it was time. 

Hermione fixed her hands against the edge of the bath, while Draco used his left hand to part her butt cheeks giving him the perfect view of her slightly gaping arsehole twitching away in front of him.  “Fuck, you look so pretty all opened out like that for me.”  He grabbed his length with his right hand, and pressed against her entrance.  His hips gave way and he slid underneath, nearly re-entering her sex and completely missing his target.  Hermione giggled a little as he got back in position and tried again, but this time overshot and skidded up her arse crease.  “Don’t worry, I’m sure we will get better with practice,” she smiled.  She lent further forward, arching her back and raising her arse a little higher to align better with his pelvis, then finally he pressed on and managed to penetrate her.

The couple gasped simultaneously in surprise and pleasure.  Hermione reached her hand back to hold his groin back a little, and Draco held as still as he could while she adjusted.  He was a little bigger than his Father, and it had taken a while before Hermione could take all of him comfortably when they first started sleeping together.  He shimmied his hips a touch, just tiny movements, to help relax her muscles, moving back and forth an inch at a time until he could see her glutes softening, and felt her sphincter giving way to him once more.  The fit was exquisite, and her lubricated channel gripped him like velvet over steel.  Soft, smooth heat over tight muscle beckoned him onwards to deeper pleasure.  He picked his wand up from the ledge and cast a vibration charm on the tip, then teased it against her clit.  He started on a low frequency and checked in with Hermione to make sure it was well positioned for her, before moving up in increments until it hit a satisfying level for her. 

Draco had never felt more loved, more accepted than he did at that moment.  Hermione had opened her heart to him, shared her mind with him, and now had granted him access to every part of her body.  No place was forbidden or taboo, and he knew she would always be open to listening to his needs.  Draco realised Hermione had gone quiet, and paused to check she was alright.  “Are you okay, love?”  “Yes, just a bit overwhelmed.  It’s more than I ever thought it would be.  I’ve never felt closer to you than right now, and I think my heart is about to burst from how I’m feeling.”  He looked at her with gratitude, glad she felt as connected as he did by the act, and that she felt how special it was too.  “I love you, Hermione.  I’m so happy you agreed to marry me.”  Hermione had tears welling in her eyes, and could barely choke out her response.  “I love you too Draco, so, so much.”

With soft and loving touches, heartfelt kisses, and slow undulations they climbed together to their peak, moving in sync to their shared goal of ecstasy.  Body melted into body until they were one organism united in pleasure and desire.  It was hard to tell which of them came first as limbs shook, cries mingled, and release was welcomed into open arms.  They floated down from their orgasm side by side in the water, gazing eye to eye, as breath settled, and heart rates stabilised.  Fingertips explored skin, and gentle strokes regulated their oversensitised nervous systems. 

Draco was, predictably, the first to complain about his wrinkled fingers, and Hermione laughed at him as he led her to the shower to rinse off the evidence of his affections on her body.  He squeezed jasmine scented shower mousse into his broad capable hands and soaped every inch of her body, pausing to admire the spend leaking from her arsehole before washing it away. 

They switched positions in the shower and Hermione took her time over him.  She relished the feel of her palms gliding over his chest, teased his nipples, then cheekily ran her hands quickly down to his groin, swiping over his over sensitive cock before giggling at her boldness.  She knelt in front of him to get to his firm quidditch honed thighs, and slid onto his lean calves, appreciating the fine bony structure of his knees and feet.  The water cascaded off his body and sprayed over Hermione’s face and hair, leaving her curls drenched and draped around her shoulders while droplets ran down her face and off her full lips, glistening in the soft light of the room. 

She stood up, then turned Draco to face the wall so she could wash his hair, knowing he would only complain if he was forced to neglect his haircare routine.  She massaged his scalp, building the shampoo into a rich lather, before allowing the suds to rinse down his back and over his well chiselled buttocks.  Suddenly Hermione remembered she had neglected Draco the previous evening, and still hadn’t rimmed him.  She snuck down behind him gradually, giving him a back massage as she worked closer to her target.  Nudging his legs apart a touch she pulled his arse cheeks apart carefully, shuffled close on her knees then let her breath ghost over his hole, letting him anticipate what she had planned.  She watched the last of the shampoo bubbles run over his crinkled sphincter, imagining it was her release dribbling from there, wondering if the spelled strap-on would allow her to come in him. 

Draco was braced against the shower wall, eyes closed and breathing harshly.  He remembered how good it felt when Severus had rimmed him, and couldn’t wait to feel her small pink tongue working in and out of his puckered entrance.  Hermione brought her lips closer, almost resting on the skin, before whispering the cleansing charm she had found.  As soon as the magic had completed she dove straight in, eager to taste him alone.  Water continued to trickle down his back, trailing warmly across her tongue and his hole.  She grasped his butt cheeks and spread them widely, stretching him a little, then jabbed the tip of her tongue into the very centre, sucking along the rim and using the heat of her mouth to relax and spread the guardian muscle.

His arsehole was smooth and tight, and tasted masculine and fresh under the shower spray.  Hermione delighted in the heat and soft ridges just inside the tight ring.  She let saliva build in her mouth, then shuffled back a touch to give her mouth to spit directly on his hole, before working it in with her index finger.  Draco groaned on hearing the filthy way she was treating him, his noises only increasing as she scissored him further with more spittle and her slender digits.  She loved the way she could get him to stretch out, and casually picked up his wand before pressing the tip inside to cast a lube spell directly onto the sensitive tissue.  Draco shuddered as the tip of the wand just brushed his prostate, giving Hermione an indecent idea. “You look pretty comfortable with that wand in your pretty asshole.  It looks so happy there, almost like it belongs there.  Almost like it’s been there before.”  Draco flushed suddenly, and Hermione knew her suspicions were correct. 

“You’ve used it before, haven’t you?  Boys and their wands, hmm?”  Draco bit his lip and nodded with an embarrassed expression.  Hermione slid the wand in an inch and twirled it cautiously just inside his rim.  “I can just picture you now.  In your dormitory, your bed curtains sealed and spelled silent.  Cock covered in pre-cum as you worked it inch by inch into your own arse.”  She brought a hand between his legs and fondled his balls softly.  “Did you know a lube spell, or did you have to use whatever you could find?  Then again, I bet your Father taught you as a teenager.  Couldn’t have Malfoys enjoying anything less than the best,” she teased.

“Such a good choice of wand for that purpose I reckon.  10 inches is quite a good length.  Hawthorn is so nice and pliable too.  Bet that felt perfect.”  Her hand slid around now to grasp his prick, slicking the clear fluid dribbling from the tip up and down his rigid length.  “Did you add a vibrating spell?  Feel it tickling your prostate until you came untouched?”  Draco moaned louder now, picturing the lewd images she implanted with only her voice. 

“Fuck, I just realised.  When Harry took your wand, you’d already used it at that point hadn’t you.  How mortifying would it have been for the boy-who-lived to steal your wand.  Wands are such personal things anyway, but I bet he couldn’t have predicted just how personal yours had been. I wonder what he would say if he ever found out.”  He gasped and whined in humiliation, his cheeks now burning hot, simultaneously embarrassed and deeply aroused by the degradation.                   

“Did you think of someone specific while you fucked yourself?  I’ll bet it was a Slytherin. Was it Severus?  Did you think of him bending you over the desk in his study while he fucked you hard with his wood?  Must have been something to have him finally fuck you last night.  A dream come true?”

He inhaled deeply to steady himself, then admitted in a quiet voice, “You.  It was only ever you.  You were the only one I wanted to bend me over a desk.  You were the one I dreamed would fuck me.  I wanted you to take every dirty thought, every filthy idea your brilliant mind could conjure up and use it on me, against me.  I wanted you to own me, to control me, to mark me as yours.  Take me please, Hermione.  I need you inside me.”  Hermione glanced at him, then stood and spun him round into a deep, messy kiss, pushing his back into the wall and pinning him there with her pelvis, grinding against his now hard cock.  

Hermione had waited for this moment for weeks now, ever since they had visited the Knockturn Alley boutique and bought the harness.  She summoned the strap, and cast tergeo over it, leaving it as fresh at it had been the first time they removed it from its box.  She quickly stepped inside the loops, tightening and adjusting it as Severus had shown her, then casting the spell to animate it and link her sensation to the dildo mounted in place.  Remembering the intensity of the previous evening she added a cock ring, wincing only slightly at the restriction it caused. 

She coated the phallus in a thick white lube she had found described in the library the previous day, one that was meant for prolonged anal use, then stalked towards Draco, fixing him with a mischievous expression on her face.  She grabbed behind his left knee and lifted the leg up by hooking it over her right elbow.  Once his leg was elevated she cast a sticking charm to free up both hers and Draco’s arms.  Then she tested the sensation by gently stroking her purple dick, and immediately appreciated the cock ring.  Crowding into Draco’s space, Hermione lined herself up and then pressed into his relaxed hole, watching him carefully for any sign of a frown, or tense jaw.  On the contrary, a deep sigh emerged from him, and calmness washed over his countenance.  Hermione pressed forward in one long, smooth penetration, and as she bottomed out Draco’s head lolled back onto the shower wall, his breath releasing in a deep exhale.  “You take it so well, Draco.  It’s like you were made for my cock.  So pretty, just impaled on it like that.”  Hermione remembered Severus’ instruction on her posture and how to thrust, trying multiple angles until Draco squirmed and writhed on her dick, mewling at the intense sensation.     

Hermione was finding things intense too.  It had been exciting with Lucius, dominating such a strong, controlling man, but this was something different.  Draco was showing her every side to him, to his sexuality, trusting she would honour his openness and still love him regardless of what he confessed.  He had shown her his true self, left his heart naked and exposed, risking everything in the process.  She could ask nothing more from a lover, from a mate, from a life partner.    

She grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the wall on either side of his head, and dominated his mouth with her own.  He could taste a lingering trace of his own salty, tangy skin on her tongue, and his body arched automatically towards hers, seeking connection and contact desperately.  When she started moving at a higher tempo he started to shake, his legs struggling to keep him in one position for so long, especially now his left leg was immobilised.  He could hear skin slapping on skin, feel her smashing her pelvis into his groin, and see the effort on her features as she fucked him into the wall. 

“Touch yourself Draco.  I’m really close, and I want to feel you come around me so badly.”

“No,” he answered quickly. 

“No?” she replied warily. 

“Much as I’d love to, I’d come too quickly.  I’m nearly there now, my love.”

Hermione felt the whisper of her orgasm at his pronouncement.  “Fuck, do you really think you could come untouched on my cock?  Fuck, sweetheart, please!” she pleaded.  Her pace ramped up markedly, and she was soon covered in a glimmer of sweat, feeling sensation spiralling and collecting at the base of her penis.  “Draco, I’m so close.  Come on me, come now.”  There was no intelligible reply though.  Words had disappeared, and all that was left for Draco was incoherent grunts and noises, as he suddenly sprayed thick white ropes of spunk all over Hermione’s groin.  Hermione felt the spasms of his arsehole massaging her, and immediately cancelled the incantation for the cock ring.  As soon as the obstruction was released, Hermione knew she had seconds left.  “Gods.  Draco.  Gahhh.”  The orgasm was out of her control, and heat throbbed through her pelvis, culminating in a pulsing sensation in the strap on.  Her legs felt weak and useless, and she slid out of Draco down to the ground, watching as white slick dribbled in beautiful trails from his sloppy arsehole.  She cancelled the sticking charm, and Draco joined her on the floor of the shower, pulling her into his arms under the shower spray and covering her head and neck in butterfly kisses.  She stripped off the harness, then relaxed back into his calming embrace as the hot water washed away every stain and every care. 

Meanwhile in the master suite, there was no such clean fun that morning.  Lucius had woken up early and nudged Severus to organise a breakfast spread for Draco and Hermione.  He had spent the night wondering what could possibly have prompted Severus’ embarrassment during the dessert.  He had also seen something strange in Draco’s expression at breakfast when Hermione asked for the honey jar.  He couldn’t understand what could be bothering Severus so much that he would hide it from him.  They had survived a war together, survived the loss of Narcissa, survived the press hounding after the war until the trials cleared them, but old habits die hard, and Severus, like any decent Slytherin, still kept his cards to his chest about some things, even with Lucius. 

Their sex life had never been particularly vanilla. They were well experienced with power dynamics, restraint, and even experimented with impact play from time to time.  Yet whatever this was worried Severus deeply, as though this could be something even Lucius would not be prepared to try. Lucius was a little saddened as he had taken a big step the evening before, putting himself out there for once, and letting Severus take control and top him, but Sev was still holding back.  Determined to get the answer, by whatever means necessary, he called for the elves to set out a full breakfast spread in their bedroom ready for the return of his taciturn lover.  There was a pile of Belgian waffles, maple syrup, chocolate dipping sauce, whipped cream and strawberries, with a pot of Earl Grey Tea.

Severus siddled up to the bed with misgivings written all over his features.  “What is all this?” “I thought it might be lovely for us to share breakfast in bed today, my love.”  The suspicious expression did not waver and Snape climbed slowly back under the covers, watching for any sign of Lucius’ true intentions.  “I had Timbly whip us up a batch of those lovely waffles Hermione so adores.  Though quite what she was up to last night with the dipping accoutrements I will never know,” he stated vaguely.  Severus gave a tense cough, and avoided eye contact.  “What do you know that you aren’t telling me Sev?” he teased.

Snape folded his arms and tilted his body away while huffing in annoyance.  “Why would I know?” he complained.  “Perhaps because this all started after your swap with Draco.”  Severus looked nervously at his partner, with a slightly anguished edge to his face.  “You can trust me Sev, you can trust me with anything.  You know I’d give you anything.  I’ve given my body to you. I’d give my life for you. Maybe if I shine a little light on those dark corners of yours, they might not seem so lonely anymore. If you don’t want to tell me, you could just show me.  We could use the pensieve, or I could use Legilimency.  Show me what you want me to see, and I promise I’ll listen to you.  As long as it’s nothing that causes permanent harm, I’ll be fine giving it a try once or twice, and if it’s not something I’m okay with personally then we will find a way for you to get what you need elsewhere.  We’ve already swapped partners, and I don’t see why something like that couldn’t happen again in future if it’s what you need. That doesn’t change the fact I know you love me, and no one else.”

Severus found himself looking at Lucius, and wondering how on earth he had been blessed enough to end up with such a loving partner.  After all the terrible things both of them had been forced to do during the war, it was a miracle either of them were sane, let alone functional as human beings who could care for someone else, or love another so deeply.  He gathered his courage then spoke up.  “I can’t show you.  But mainly because it involves Draco, and I won’t invade his privacy like that without his consent.  It’s a bit different than with you and Hermione for obvious reasons.  I can tell you though.”

As he spoke, Lucius picked up a waffle, broke it into chunks and then drizzled maple syrup over it, before passing a piece across to Severus to nibble on.  “When Draco and I were involved in the swap, we bathed together in my bathroom.  You know I enjoy spending time relaxing in there, but you don’t know why I take so long.”  He hesitated a moment, while Lucius took another piece of waffle and coated it in whipped cream, topping it off with sliced strawberries, then licking at a stray blob, before pressing it between Severus’ lips.  “I have a fetish.”  “A bathing fetish?”  “No, not really, although bathing does become rather necessary after this particular activity.  Muggles call it sploshing.  It’s the enjoyment of having food and other messy substances spread over your body….  For sexual purposes,” he stammered out.  His breaths were coming out light and shallow now, his anxiety at an all-time high as he waited for his lover to ridicule or reject him.

“Go on,” Lucius patiently encouraged. 

Severus stopped and looked up.  He had expected teasing or humiliation, but found only kindness and curiosity reflected back in his partner’s face.  “Fuck, I don’t have a clue how to explain this, but basically I love being messed up, covering myself or my partner in whatever substances I can find, feeling how it coats my skin, leaving it slick and slimy. I know it’s fucked up, and I have no idea why I love it, but I just do.”

“You said it was sexual for you though?”

“Erm, yeah.  From a sensory point of view there’s so much stimulation.  The visual of being debased physically, the sound of substances spattering against skin, to the taste of licking something sweet from your lover’s body.  There’s something primal about it, being so turned on you couldn’t care less how you look, or even enjoying being made to submit to your partner humiliating you.  Plus, there’s nothing quite like the feel of touching yourself covered in liquid chocolate.”

“Or honey?”

“Or honey,” Severus conceded. 

“So, this was something you and Draco experimented with, and he must have told Hermione.  Her performance with the chocolate sauce was all for your benefit yesterday, to wind you up before the wager?  What a sneaky little minx.” 

“That’s what I’m assuming, and they guessed well.  It was hard to think of anything else after that, and it was a challenge to hold out as long as I managed.” 

“Well, I for one am happy everything turned out as it did.  I’m glad I trusted you to top me.  It’s not something I had ever considered doing, but I really enjoyed it with you all the same.  Who knows what else we could discover together if we just kept being brave enough to confide in each other, and try it out.  No one picks their sexuality, and I could no less leave you for your sexual fantasies, than I could leave you because you are a miserable sod.”

“I thought you’d be the last person to try something like that.  You’re always so well turned out, I thought you’d hate me suggesting it, or just laugh at me for being weird.” 

“You are weird, my darling, in the best possible ways, but that doesn’t detract from my love for you, and it’s not something I would tease you about.  Anyway, we won’t know what I think about it if we don’t give it a try. I can let loose from time to time, and if I was truly worried about a little mess I’d have never let you leave me that delightful memento of yesterday evening that I can still feel this morning.”

Severus smiled shyly and snuggled closer to Lucius under the covers, letting him continue to hand feed him and noticing the erection grinding into his backside.  “So, what would you recommend we start with then dearest?  We have a veritable buffet in front of us.”  Lucius quirked an elegant eyebrow, the corners of his mouth turning up a little in amusement as he pulled Severus onto his back.  “How about this dipping sauce?” 

Lucius picked up a strawberry, dunked it deeply into the bowl until it was barely visible, then slowly lifted it across to Severus, letting the chocolate drip and drizzle over his chest and neck until finally it reached his lips.  He toyed with the berry along the seam of his mouth, teasing it in and out of the orifice, and making Severus suck off the sweet, sticky coating before he was allowed to eat it.  Chocolate stained Snape’s lips and chin, and Lucius couldn’t resist stealing a taste of his partner combined with the sauce, licking broad stripes over his neck and face, then pressing his tongue into his mouth to add the strawberry flavour to the mix.  “Delicious.” 

He placed open mouthed kisses down Severus’ chest, following the dark gooey trail and tracking it over his torso.  “So pretty, but let’s add a little embellishment.”  He swiped his fingers through the cream, scooping up a large dollop and piled it over stiffened peaks, like snow dusting the caps of mountains.  Severus shivered under the cold of the cream, his heart racing as he watched Lucius adorn his body.  Creamy nipples were decorated with juicy red berries, which were topped off with further chocolate sauce, leaving him looking like an ice-cream sundae, and Lucius appeared ready to devour him. 

“Now I just need a suitable serving surface for my waffles,” Lucius pondered aloud.  His eyes raked down Severus’ lean body, and settled on the concave dip of his lean abdomen.  “Perfect.”  He grabbed a waffle and placed it into the hollow resting just over his naval, then picked up the maple syrup jug and tipped the contents liberally over Severus’ body, leaving him gasping in surprise.  “Finished.  Time to enjoy my breakfast treat,” he smirked.  Lucius dipped his head down and started sucking along his partner’s neck, drawing moans from his reserved lover.  His tongue swirled over the cream, lapping round the edges, and his teeth gently nibbled the strawberries, biting and tugging at the sensitive tissue below before soothing away the sting with his tongue once more.

Lucius grew more enthusiastic and unrestrained in his appetites with every passing minute, his face pressing into the mingling foodstuffs, hair dragging through chocolate sauce, and almost unrecognisable as his usual pristine self.  He slurped and sucked his way down Severus’ body, before diving in to the syrup soaked waffles, his mouth greedy for both the breakfast food, and his lover below.  Severus lay gasping under Lucius’ attentions, fisting his hands into the sheets and trying to stay still whilst being used as a human serving platter, feeling slick liquid dribbling down his sides and pooling underneath him.  His embarrassment was long forgotten, and he gave himself up to the delight of the sensations being induced by Lucius’ lewd actions.   

Lucius sat up a little and moved himself round to kneel between Severus’ legs.  Looking deliberately into his partner’s lust dilated eyes, he casually waved his hand and levitated the syrup jug, then twitched a finger that tipped the whole jug quickly over his groin, dousing his cock in the viscous golden liquid.  “What a terrible mess I seem to have made.”  Fingers played idly through the puddle coating Severus’ prick, which twitched desperately under the weighty coating.  He scooped up a handful of the syrup and poured it back over him, leaving his length glistening like a glassy toffee apple.  “I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me.  Allow me to help clean you up.” An eager pink tongue licked from base to tip, clearing a stripe through the mess, before his hand scooped yet more of the slick up, and worked it back over him.  Severus inhaled deeply, feeling himself begin to thrust into the glossy, slippery fist that surrounded his dick, whining in shame but unable to resist. 

Lucius teased him like that, alternating between applying the sweet syrup with his hand in long, smooth strokes, and sucking it off enthusiastically, his nose pressing into the puddle each time he bottomed out.  As the syrup ran out, Lucius stuck his fingers into the chocolate bowl, coating them liberally, then smeared the sauce over Severus’ puckered entrance.  He paused to look at the filthy orifice, then giggled to himself for a moment.  Severus was brought up short in his pleasure and frowned.  “What’s so funny?”  “Oh, I was just remembering something a half blood told me once, a rather amusing slang term for one’s anus.  He called it a chocolate starfish.  I never really saw the resemblance until now.”  He tried to stifle another laugh, worried he had upset his lover, but then was relieved to hear a throaty laugh break out from the dour man’s throat, which rapidly morphed into panting as he pressed a chocolate covered digit straight into the hungry hole.  Lucius slid down the bed, then ate out the tasty treat, humming his pleasure straight into the ring of muscle, delighting in it winking and opening under his tongue. 

Severus was in heaven as Lucius combined the rimming with continuing to work his hand through the sloppy mess around his prick.  “Merlin, that’s so good Lucius.”  He looked down between his legs to see platinum blonde hair with streaks of brown nestled snuggly between his thighs, steely grey eyes glinting with pleasure, and Lucius’ stained face smiling up at him as he pushed his tongue deeper into the filth.  Never in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined this would be something he could have shared with the aristocrat, and he knew he would have to get the memory of that morning straight into the pensieve for their future enjoyment. 

Lucius got up onto his knees with a slightly wild expression on his face, pulled Severus roughly towards him by his hips, then pressed into him suddenly in one strong motion that stole the breath from his partner’s lungs.  Severus could hear the squelch of the syrup between their bodies, and feel the stickiness of tacky chocolate around his butthole as Lucius’ groin met his cheeks in firm confident thrusts.  He shuddered as he realised Lucius was getting as grimy as he was, and looked down to revel in the sight of his lover’s dishevelment.  A quick re angulation saw his prostate being brought into the delicious torment, and within moments he was gasping from the sensory overload.  Lucius brought his hand between their bodies and firmly stroked Severus’ cock, smiling broadly as Severus’ head rolled back and he let out a cry of pleasure. 

Lucius leaned forward and murmured into Severus’ ear.  “Paint me.  Cover me.  Mark me.  I want you to come all over me, my love.  Make me as filthy as you are.  Now.”  Severus shook, juddered, then contorted ecstatically, howling out his climax, and spraying spurt after spurt of hot white cum all over them both.  Lucius held him close, ignoring the rapidly congealing mess between them, stroking and shushing his lover as he came down from his orgasm.  Severus opened his eyes slowly, realising Lucius was still hard inside him, but winced slightly as the smallest motion bruised his overstimulated prostate.  Lucius gently withdrew, then looked down at the state he was in, laughing at his predicament.  “You were magnificent, but I’m betting the clean-up is the biggest drawback,” he said ruefully.

Severus smirked and drew Lucius down to the bed, flipping them over and straddling the pale haired man.  “Darling, you seem to have rolled me into the wet patch.”  “Right now, I don’t think there’s a dry patch,” he chuckled. 

“What a dreadful mess I seem to be in, however will I be able to be seen in public again?”  “I happen to be very practised at clean up.  Although at the moment I’m realising how ravenous I am.  I’ve barely had a bite to eat.  You’ll have to excuse me while I find out if you’ve left me anything.”  Severus lent over the breakfast dishes, perusing the remainders then tapped Lucius’s hip to signal for him to turn over onto his belly. 

Lucius managed to suppress his disgust at being thoroughly coated now front and back, but found his prick was happy enough to slide through the warm mess underneath him.  Severus balanced the bowls across Lucius’ back, sitting over his buttocks, then nonchalantly proceeded to dip chunks of waffle into the chocolate, pretending he had nothing better to do than use Lucius as his own personal piece of furniture while he ate.  Lucius turned his head and fixed Severus with a serious expression at his boldness, shimmying his hips and reminding Severus he had been left hard and waiting.  With a saucy pout, Severus deliberately picked up another waffle and stuffed it into Lucius’ arse crease, swiping it through the spunk he had deposited there the previous evening.  “Mmm, this frosting should be the perfect topping for my breakfast.”  He brought the waffle slowly up to his lips, then trailed his tongue over the sticky white globules that sat within the golden lattice.  “Let’s see if there’s any more to clean up.”  He backed down Lucius’ thighs, pulled his cheeks apart and set to licking and slurping up the semen that adorned Lucius’ hole. 

Lucius found himself arching his back, thrusting his rear higher into Severus’ face, and throwing his hand back to keep his lover’s tongue firmly in the centre of his arse.  He might be known for his refinement in public circles, but privately Lucius was not someone who let decorum hold him back from enjoying any pleasure.  He moaned as his sphincter opened out to steady, moist pressure, and felt Severus insert both index finger tips, pulling and stretching out the ring of muscle until his anus gaped freely. 

“Just delicious.  I think I’ll add a little cream to my food.”  With an impressive display of wandless magic, Severus lifted the bowl and tipped it until dollops spattered across Lucius’ backside in cold plops, a large amount dropping directly inside his arsehole and drawing shivers from his body.  

Severus wasted no time in pushing his face directly into the pile of fluffy cream, his lips surrounding Lucius’ rim as he laved the area with his tongue in flat broad strokes.  His face was covered in the sticky white goop, and he had to take breaks every few seconds to pull back and breathe as his nose was filled and firmly pressed into the mess.  He placed his hands on each side and pulled apart his buttocks, admiring the filthy sight of Lucius’ arse open and drizzled, looking like his own personal cum dump.  His lips locked around his puffy rim and sucked the cream directly from his arse, swallowing greedy gulps noisily, his groans vibrating through the guardian muscle. 

Lucius was surprised by the turn the morning had taken, but he couldn’t deny how good it felt when Severus snuck his hand below to stroke his cock, using the puddled syrup and chocolate as lubricant.  His head drooped forward, and he found his cheek resting fully in the gloopy remnants, hair long forgotten in the mess.  He thrusted into the tight fist below him, his breaths becoming increasing erratic and shallow as heat built in his groin, and he moaned gutturally in his debasement.  He could feel the tension of his lower abs building steadily, and knew he didn’t have long.  With a last burst of energy, he pushed himself up to his knees, and turned to face Severus, who lay down eagerly before him, opening his lips and closing his eyes.  Hands crept up his inner thighs, with one returning to stroke his cock, and the other fingering him at a brutal pace, digits crooked to catch his prostate with every press. 

His back arched and he grabbed his hair, tugging at the roots, oblivious of the slop he had transferred to his formerly platinum mane.  His other hand twisted and pulled at his nipples, adding burning bursts of sensation to the mix.  Looking down from half lidded eyes, he saw Severus’ waiting open mouth, tongue held out patiently for his dessert.  The sight of him there, open and bared to him, offering everything he had to Lucius, pulled at his heart and ripped the orgasm from him with a harsh grunt.  Strands of white cum spattering Severus’ face, landing on his cheeks, forehead and over his chin, before the last drops dribbled out onto his tongue which Snape promptly swallowed. 

Lucius collapsed onto the bed, with an undignified splat, then found himself giggling almost hysterically at the state they were both in.  His afterglow papered over the discomfort of lying in a cooling mess of sloppy sheets, and the body heat of his partner soothed his soul.  Severus reached out for his wand, and tried a tergeo, but even magic has its limits.  After the fifth time, he accepted defeat.  The elves would have to deal with the bed, while he got Lucius cleaned up as soon as possible.  Heading for the bathroom they realised Severus had left the interconnecting door between the suites ajar, and could just about hear Draco’s moans over the noise of the shower from the ensuite.

“What a delightful idea.  How about we follow their example? Time for a bit more of that lovely rejuvenation potion you brewed last week, my dear potions master.”  Severus smiled and dashed back to his bedside to grab a couple of vials and their favourite lube.  He picked up a quill and parchment, scribbled off a note, then called Timbly to deliver it with a small gift for Draco and Hermione to thank them for the previous evening.  “Right, I’m on my way now,” he called out.  “Hope you’ve got that water hot by now and you’re ready for me.”            

Hermione and Draco finally made it back into Severus’ bedroom a little while later, wrapped in soft towelling robes that had been left out in the suite for them, and found a champagne cooler with a note attached. 

“Shit, guess we were the ones who forgot the silencing spells this time.” Draco joked.  He topped off two champagne flutes, then handed the note over to Hermione so she could read the message. 

‘ Sounds like you were able to learn a little from your tutors after all. 

Please let us know if we can ever be of assistance again. 

Yours Severus and Lucius ’

Fin