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He stood in the doorway of the bedroom and stared hungrily at the sight before him. Reverently, his eyes traced the curves of the woman sleeping peacefully in the bed across the room.
The moonlight created tantalizing shadows in the recesses of her body. Dark curls spread across her pillow, framing her face. Sometime during the night, the woman had kicked the duvet off the bed. He drank in the sight of her, watching her bare chest rise and fall.
She shifted to her back in her slumber and her legs fell apart. He could just glimpse her pussy in the darkness. At the sight of his prize laying so open for him, his already hard cock twitched in anticipation for what was to come.
Outside, the clouds shifted to welcome more light into the room through her open curtains. With it, he could see her clearly now. Her vulva glistened in the low light and he inhaled sharply.
She was wet.
Slowly, quietly, he crossed across the room to her bed and stared down at her. Something in her dreams caused her to moan softly and turn her head to the side. Her curls brushed across the silk of her pillowcase and his eyes drew upwards at the faint sound, but she continued to sleep soundly.
He let his eyes trail down the graceful arch of her neck, across the ample curves of her breasts, down her stomach until he reached her cunt once more. He moaned inwardly when he noticed the glistening skin of her bare flesh. Oh, Merlin...
She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Tonight she would be his.
Unable to resist the pull of her, he reached out and lightly drew his index finger across her labia. When the witch didn't stir, he dipped two of his fingers into her opening to gather some of her juices. He thrust lightly just twice then withdrew his hand, raising it to his mouth to suck her creamy essence from his fingers. It was all he could do to suppress a moan at her taste. He couldn’t wait to bury his face and aching cock within her.
Light steps drew his attention away from the witch spread before him. A petite witch with dark brown hair had entered the room, closing the door gently behind her.
In a moment of passing, she placed three metallic objects on the nightstand. In the back of his mind, he grinned like a fool at the soft clink they made but then mentally shook himself back into character.
"Is she ready for us, Draco?" Pansy queried in a whisper.
Not trusting himself to speak, Draco nodded once in a curt manner.
A feral grin crossed his companion's face.
The Slytherin witch flicked her wand and emerald silk restraints flowed from its tip to wind themselves around the finials of the footboard. Another flick caused them to snake their way up and knot around the witch's ankles.
The sleeping witch didn't stir but to moan something softly from her dreams.
While Pansy moved to secure the other woman's arms, weaving another slip of silk through the slats of the headboard, Draco set a series of wards and locking spells on the door, windows, and walls of the bedroom.
Both Slytherins silently divested themselves off their clothing and Banished them into a neatly folded pile on the dresser.
Draco fisted his weeping erection in the circle of his left hand as he gently lowered himself to the bed between the witch's bound legs.
Pansy set her wand on the nightstand then crawled into the bed. She paused only for a moment when the other woman shifted her head from one side to the other and bit her lower lip.
Silver eyes locked on hazel as they waited to see if she would wake.
When the sleeping witch released her lip and appeared to settle once more, Pansy raised one eyebrow and shifted to settle with her legs to either side of the woman's head, facing him.
She reached up to fondle her right breast with one hand and delicately dragged her manicured nails across the other witch's left nipple.
Draco took a moment to Conjure a silken blindfold around their captive's eyes. He cast one last spell to prevent her from screaming but still allow her to speak.
"Oh, Hermione, dear," Pansy trilled from above as she continued to drag her nails across Hermione’s chest, "Why don't you rejoin us in the land of the living."
It wasn't a question and she punctuated the last word with a delicate slap to the Gryffindor's face.
The moment that Hermione startled into wakefulness, Draco buried his head between her legs and began to furiously lap at her core.
Hermione began to struggle, her head thrashing back and forth, limbs held firmly in place. When she tried in vain to pull away from his ministrations, Draco roughly grabbed her hips and pinned her to the bed.
A sob tore it's way up and out of her throat.
"Stop that," He growled and nipped her clit.
Above him, Pansy grabbed Granger’s left breast and kneaded it harshly, her other hand already buried between her own legs, fingers pistoning in and out frantically while she worked her clit with her thumb.
"What? Wh-No! Please, no!" Hermione tried to cry out in panic, only to find her voice wouldn't rise to the level she wanted. "Oh, God...Merlin. Stop! Why are you doing this!?"
A grin split his face at her pleas.
She hadn't used the safeword.
Hermione thrashed her head back and forth but Draco’s firm grip prevented her from moving her hips. With an almost inhuman growl, he returned to the drenched slit that was his to claim.
Hermione sobbed above him and continued to beg for mercy. Draco laved his way from her opening to her clit and back again.
"Who…? Why?"
"You know damn well who," Pansy barked in reply. "You've been taunting us for months now, Granger, with your short skirts and the coy glances sent our way at the Ministry every day."
"No." Came Hermione’s reply, nearly eroded by the whimper that followed.
Mmm. She deserved a reward for that delightful sound. With a muttered lubrication spell between his steady strokes, Draco roughly shoved his left finger into the arse that had been tormenting him earlier, circling and thrusting it in and out of her delectable hole.
Hermione gave a gasp and part of him wanted to drop down further to bite her arse. To mark and claim it, too. But he refused to pull away from her cunt for more than a brief moment until she came. As her hole relaxed around his finger, he added a second to work on scissoring her open for later.
Below him, Granger shivered but persisted in begging for freedom.
Draco moaned into her cunt.
No.
His cunt.
Briefly he pulled back.
"Why don't you find a way to shut her up, Pans?"
He returned to his self-appointed task eagerly, drawing a claiming mark to the surface of her mons.
"Don't you dare bite me, bitch," he heard Pansy warn, followed by the creak of bed springs. "Lick."
Draco shifted his focus to Granger’s clit and alternated between harshly sucking and gently circling with the tip of his tongue. He added a third finger to Hermione’s arse and felt her clamp tightly around the added intrusion before slowly relaxing.
Draco rolled his gaze just enough to see the events above him and groaned wantonly into the wetness that surrounded him at the sight. His cock was heavy and weeping openly into the bedspread as he watched Pansy ride the other woman’s face, her head thrown back in desperate pleasure, hands caressing her own breasts furiously. He sped the movements of his tongue and pressed down harder, doing his best to ignore his abandoned cock. He would get his turn.
Lightly, Draco dragged his teeth across her nub. A shiver wracked Granger’s body and Pansy sped the movements of her hips, the rest of her drawing tense as her peak drew near.
Below him, Draco felt Granger begin to tense. Mentally he crowed in delight and rewarded her progress. He withdrew his fingers from her arse and slipped his hand under her plump cheek, kneading it gently. He released his last hold on her hips and thrust two of his fingers into her cunt.
Draco began to thrust harshly with his fingers, circling faster and faster around her sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue. When Hermione didn't try to pull away but instead lifted her hips higher to better his access to her cunt, he curled them up to press against her front wall with each stroke. He was so focused on the woman under him and her growing pleasure that he barely heard Pansy’s stuttered scream of release.
Hermione was drawn taut below him. She continued to feast on Pansy’s pussy, still sitting on her face, rotating slowly, almost absently now and Pansy bent forward over the woman below her. She pressed her forehead to the other woman’s body shifting her hips away from Hermione’s mouth. Granger panted heavily and Pansy gave a gravelly, drawn out moan of contentment.
Draco hummed in pleasure at the sight they made. He gave one last thrust of his fingers and felt Hermione shatter to pieces below him.
Draco gently coaxed her through her orgasm before pulling back to kneel and stare at the two edible women in front of him. He picked up his wand from the bed and divested Hermione of her blindfold. Fire danced in her honey-coloured eyes as she stared at him, pants softer now, her mouth still slightly open and slack.
Pansy shifted to sit beside Hermione and began to draw spirals across the Gryffindor's torso.
"If we release your legs, will you behave?" Draco pointedly asked the still bound woman. He started to pleasure himself with light strokes across the head of his cock.
Granger’s gaze was drawn to his hand as he teased his foreskin back along his length, revealing the head of his shaft. She stared at the drop of precum beading at the tip, looked to the door for a long moment, then back to his aching cock. Hermione licked her lips and gave him a short nod.
Draco smirked. "Good."
With a wave of his wand, he Vanished the restraints from her feet. Draco tossed his wand to the floor then drove his cock deep into the woman beneath him, bottoming out in one stroke. He groaned in relief as he felt the tight heat of her pussy around his previously untended cock. Hermione screamed aloud, breaking through his silencing spell. She moaned and clenched around him. "Oh, God, Malfoy!"
Pansy stood and moved to grab her wand. Draco moved to capture one of Hermione’s nipples in his mouth as he started to pound with fervour.
Hermione started to meet his thrusts then tried to jerk away as if suddenly remembering what was happening to her. She arched her back away and writhed against the restraints around her wrists.
Draco gave a brutal bite to her breast then let it pop from his mouth. A satisfying bite mark bloomed around her nipple.
"Ah, none of that now, my pet. You're mine to take and use."
A sound somewhere between a sob and a moan rose from the depths of her chest and he let his mouth fall to her neck dragging his tongue along the curve where it met her shoulder, biting down and sucking yet another claiming mark. He wanted her to remember his all-consuming touch tomorrow, to be unable to look at herself for the next week without remembering this night.
"More. More, Draco, please." Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and a tear fell to trail its way down her cheek to the sheets below. She brought her legs up and crossed her ankles at the small of his back, meeting his every thrust.
Draco bit down harder on the mark he was currently making.
"Master." He ground out, "I am your Master and she is your Mistress."
Hermione cried out and her inner walls clamped down around him. "Master! Yes, Master!" She managed to gasp out.
Noticing movement from the corner of his eye, Draco drew out, leaving Hermione bereft and sobbing not for release from her bonds but for their touch. He crooked a finger under her chin and lifted her eyes to meet his scrutiny. The want in her eyes met his approval and he flipped them to their sides then impaled her on his length once more. "Your Mistress has returned. Beg. Beg her to please you."
"Mistress! Oh, please, Mistress, yes."
"Good enough." Pansy replied. She joined them on the bed behind Hermione and reached down to finger at her arse.
"Oh, good. Your Master already prepared you for me." Pansy's touch disappeared. Hermione’s whimper of disappointment at the loss turned to a cutoff scream. Pansy had spread her cheeks apart and, after muttering a cleansing spell, buried her face between them.
Merlin! It was so wrong and she should be repulsed, but all Hermione could feel in that moment was pure unadulterated pleasure from the tongue in her arse to the cock in her pussy.
Draco altered the angle of his movements. He started thrusting even deeper, pulling almost out of her dragging across her front wall, only to slam back home and brush her cervix.
A sudden orgasm ripped its way through her body, shocking her and drawing a deep groan from her Master.
Draco’s thrusts faltered as her walls fluttered around him, "Mmm, excellent, pet." He licked his way back up her neck to her earlobe where he nibbled lightly.
Hermione whimpered again as Pansy's touch disappeared once more, only to cry out in utter anguish and euphoria. Pansy moved away only to return and impale her with a strap-on. God bless magic, it felt like a real cock in her arse. Her Master and Mistress began to thrust in tandem and she lost herself to the rhythm.
Draco panted heavily as he tried to hold out on his orgasm. "Pans. Please. Come. I can't."
He stopped moving and simply held on to Hermione, his nails digging into her shoulder blades.
He could feel Pansy moving through Granger’s thin inner wall and fuck, he loved it. The movement of Pansy as she pounded into Hermione’s arsehole again and again, the magical cock dragging against his from the other side, Hermione’s core continuing to squeeze around him as he held his position, the smell of sex in the air, the filthy sounds of their bodies.
It was all almost too much, an inundation of the senses.
It was glorious.
Hermione stared into his eyes before surging forward to assault his mouth with a deep, world-rending kiss. He distantly felt Pansy speed up, only to scream in rhapsody moments later. The feel of her cock pumping into Hermione’s arse set off his own orgasm. Draco cried out in relief as he felt himself explode deep within Hermione.
The three of them collapsed. Draco reached up blindy to release Hermione’s wrists. She pulled them down, rubbing to regain feeling. She winced slightly when she felt both of them slip from inside her. Hermione propped herself up on her right hand and gave a quick wave with her wand hand, sequentially casting a spell to ease the ache and clean them all off.
"Remind me why we haven't done that before?" Hermione asked the room at large after she collapsed back to the bed.
Pansy laughed aloud and the other two-thirds of their triad followed suit. With a snort, she responded, "Because Mr. Protective over here was afraid of hurting or upsetting us?"
Hermione tilted her head up towards Draco, his already flushed face deepening to a crimson.
"She's not wrong, you know."
Draco glanced away and Hermione dropped a light kiss under his chin.
"It's just play, love. Even when I’m in the middle of ‘subspace’, a part of me knows that you'd never do anything to hurt me." She nuzzled his chest and felt Pansy tighten her arms around the two of them.
"You're a good man, Draco." Pansy stated softly from behind her. "Try not to doubt yourself. Our fantasies and sexual play don't define who we are as people.” She prodded his calf with her foot. "Do you honestly think I want to be a cat when you're calling me kitten and leading me around by a collar and lead?"
Draco bit back a laugh and ducked his face. "Yeah, okay, Pans. Point taken."
Draco moved to brush a soft kiss across Hermione’s temple. "I know I don't need to say it at this point, but I love you 'Mione." His thumb travelled across the raised skin of her left forearm, absently caressing the place where his Aunt had left behind her calling card years before. "You're my equal, my better. And I'm truly so sorry for the things I did and said in our schooldays."
Hermione groaned softly but held a hidden grin against his chest. "You know I hate that nickname, Draco. And you're right,” She pulled back to grin directly in his face, “It doesn't need said. Of course I'm better than you. I graduated top of our class, afterall." She poked his chest for emphasis.
An exasperated sigh escaped the woman behind her. She’d heard this Merlin-be-thrice-damned argument far too many times over the years.
Draco, though, finally let out a short laugh at her ribbing. "Hey, if I have to be Teddy's ‘Uncle Dway-co,’ and suffer that indignity, you can be 'Mione occasionally, my fiesty Auntie Hermie." Hermione gave an inarticulate sound of despair at that.
"And it was only because of one N.E.W.T. score you brat!" He continued indignantly, "Just because I couldn't produce a Patronus yet…" Draco trailed off with a mutter.
Hermione giggled. "Got over that mental block eventually though didn't you?"
"Only because of the two of you." Draco pecked Hermione on the lips and ran a hand gently through Pansy's tangled locks.
"Oh! So he finally remembers I exist back here, eh?" The Slytherin girl quipped facetiously, a light grin on her face.
When he spluttered in response, she just winked. "Kidding, love."
Draco sighed in defeat and the girls burst out laughing again.
Both Slytherins hugged their Gryffindor tightly between them.
One by one in the midst of their aftercare, and light conversation, they drifted off to sleep in the moonlight, grateful for one another and the love they shared.
Glinting softly in the dim light, three golden keys lay together on the nightstand by their wands. A symbol of all they meant to one another and everything in between.