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"Which bloody room is it again?" Hermione muttered under her breath as she made her way down one of the many halls in Malfoy Manor. "I swear Severus pretended he was busy just so I would get lost."
They'd been reading together in the Malfoy library, until one of the books Hermione sought proved to be missing. When she asked Severus about it, he'd merely shrugged and replied that perhaps Lucius had taken it to his study. This comment had earned a particularly loud scoff from Hermione, as she highly doubted Lucius would be interested in a book on rare potion ingredients.
But no other insight was forthcoming, and so she asked if he would walk her to the study in question, only to get the response: "You're clever, aren't you? I'm sure you'll figure it out."
Now here she was, lost in Malfoy Manor with only her gut to go on. Which at the moment, was not doing her any favours. Rounding another corner, she entered a corridor she was certain she'd either never seen before, or had walked through dozens of times, could be either at this point.
"Who needs a house this damned confusing?" She came to a stop, trying to memorize the portraits on the wall so she would at least know later if she was walking in circles. She muttered an answer to her own question, "Lucius Sodding Malfoy, that's who."
She was about to continue around the next corner, when her ears picked up on a very soft sound. "Was that...?" Standing completely still, breath held, she listened again.
There it was. A quiet, deep moan coming from somewhere nearby. Still holding her breath, Hermione began to tiptoe in the direction of the sound, encouraged a little further by another one. They led her to a set of heavy, dark oak doors, one of which was slightly ajar. As quietly as she could, she pressed herself against the wood and peered through the crack.
She was not at all prepared for what she saw. She should turn away, immediately, pretend she never saw anything. And yet... she didn't. Couldn’t. Spellbound to the spot, she drank in the sight of Lucius, almost fully dressed, sitting in an armchair by his bedroom fireplace. He was facing the doors and as such, she was treated to a very clear view of his hand slowly stroking his cock.
Hermione bit her lip. There was something about the way his brow furrowed with each shift of his hand that sent unbidden heat coiling through her. A heat normally only Severus stoked – aside from in her fantasies, that is. 'Severus!' she thought to herself, 'He would be furious if he knew I was watching, I really need to stop.' But still, she didn't. How could she stop when Lucius' head tilted forward and his platinum tresses drifted so softly past his cheek the way they were now…
In that moment, she desperately wanted to know what he was thinking about, who he was thinking about. Trying vehemently to ignore the tiny voice inside wishing it was her he was picturing, she swallowed roughly. Firmly, she told herself she would only watch for a few more seconds and then she would leave. Just this tiny indulgence before she continued on to find her book.
Unfortunately, time is a fickle thing and can be very difficult to keep track of when one is distracted. Almost as unfortunate as what happened next. Or perhaps it was fortune instead.
Hermione had to stifle her gasp when she felt a strong hand grip her arm and whirl her around.
"What are you doing hovering outside Lucius' bedroom, Hermione?" Severus' eyes sparked when they met hers, his voice low and dangerous as he pressed her up against the wall beside the doors.
"Nothing!" She blurted out, suddenly nervous.
The nerves worsened when he leaned over to peer through the door crack, and his head snapped back toward her. Before she could react, he was delving his hand beneath her slacks and knickers, his fingers tracing roughly through her folds. "You're wet," it came out of him as a growl, "You liked watching him wank off, didn't you?'
"N-No! I-"
"Hermione..." he instantly took on the cool demeanor he usually did when assuming control. She was more than familiar with it, as was her body – clear in the way a frisson travelled down her spine and a burst of heat bloomed between her thighs. "We've already established I don't appreciate it when you lie to me." He leaned in, placing his mouth directly beside her ear as he murmured, "So I would like you to try answering me again. If you lie a second time, there will be consequences."
Hermione swallowed hard, realizing the only way out of this was to be truthful.
"Y-Yes."
His reply was smooth and sibilant, a tone that never ceased to flare her need, "Yes, what?"
She anxiously licked her lips, "Yes, I liked watching him."
Her shaky breath was stolen from her when he shoved the bedroom door open and dragged her in with him. Lucius – with his cock still in hand – merely raised his eyebrows as Severus pushed her toward him and uttered a sharp, "Then why don't you take a closer look?"
"I suppose it never occurred to you to knock," the blond primly stated.
"Hermione was eager to see you touching yourself, I sought only to oblige her," Severus replied coolly.
"By dragging her inside and so unceremoniously 'outing' her?" Lucius calmly tucked himself back into his trousers as he clicked his tongue, "That seems a bit much, even for you."
Severus smirked, his eyes on the way Hermione's hands were clenched at her sides, "I know how you feel about being spied on."
Lucius rose from his chair and walked toward Hermione, "She wasn't successfully spying in any case." He reached out to tuck one of her curls behind her ear, "I knew she was there."
Her head snapped up, "You did?"
"Yes, darling, you're about as subtle as a troll," he smiled, his gaze roving over her flushed cheeks, "Especially when you're as aroused as you are right now."
'What is going on?' Hermione wondered internally, her heart racing even as her intuition picked up on where this might be heading. And she was very reluctant to derail it, were she correct. It might prove incredibly rewarding.
Her breaths came a little quicker as Lucius continued, "Though I do think Severus was a tad hasty in his actions." He dipped his head so his lips would purposely brush the shell of her ear when he murmured, "What's say you and I teach him a little lesson in being made to wait?"
She didn't even realize she'd nodded until Lucius was gesturing to the armchair opposite the one he'd been occupying. "Why don't you have a seat, Severus? I get the feeling we'll be here a while..." he arched an eyebrow, "Unless you're not up for it, that is?"
Severus eyed the other man, knowing he was referencing their previous conversations regarding fulfilling one of Hermione's fantasies: Inviting Lucius in. Though he hadn't quite envisioned it would start like this. But 'Severus Snape backing down' was not a phrase in his vernacular, thus with his usual confidence, he strode over to the indicated armchair and perched stiffly on the edge of it. It was only when he felt magic suddenly binding him to the chair that he realized he’d been right to be suspicious.
"Lucius..." his warning trailed off when he saw Hermione's eyes darken, and the unconscious way she was pressing her thighs together.
Already he wanted to bury his face between them, his arms pulling ever-so-slightly against his invisible bonds at the thought.
"Now now, old friend," Lucius sank elegantly into the other armchair. "I think Hermione is owed a little something for putting up with your churlishness so gracefully." He held a hand out toward Hermione, who had remained silent in her utter fascination with the proceedings until this point. "Come here, love."
Hesitantly, she took several steps toward him, gently placing her fingers on his as her mind raced. 'Does this have to do with that fantasy I told Severus all those weeks ago? Surely not... He would never share...'
"Excellent," Lucius smiled warmly at her, "Now I'd like for you to disrobe then come and stand directly in front of me. If you'd be so inclined?" She uncertainly bit her lip and Lucius' voice softened, "I will not ask you to do anything you do not wish to, Hermione. Say the word and we'll end this here."
Her gaze slid to Severus', wanting to be sure she had his permission before going any further. His almost imperceptible nod lit a fire within her, as did the way both men's eyes were trained on her when she started undoing the buttons of her shirt. Only the crackle of the fire played the soundtrack to her blouse sliding down her arms to the floor. She caught Lucius' attention flitting to her chest when she reached behind herself to unclip her bra. It, too, dropped to her feet, and she was quicker to slide down the last of the garments hiding her from view.
A shy flush blossomed across her skin as she stood, entirely nude, in front of the two very powerful men before her. One her fiancé, the other a friend she'd fantasized about more than once. There was a heady excitement shuddering her exhale, and she bit her lip to quell it as she shifted in front of Lucius.
"You are... stunning," he stated it like nothing could ever be more true, his appreciative gaze causing her to flush further. "No wonder Severus put a ring on you."
A soft laugh escaped her, one that became a sharp inhale when Lucius placed his hands on her waist and slowly turned her around. He gently pulled her downward until she was sitting atop his lap, certain he could feel the heat of her through his very expensive slacks.
Her breath hitched as he slid his fingers around her waist to her front, stopping just shy of her breasts. "What's the safe word you normally use with Severus?"
She answered instantly, finding herself very eager for his hands to be properly on her, "Pygmy Puff."
Lucius chuckled and lightly stroked the undersides of her breasts with his thumbs, "Then it will stand for tonight as well. Tell me, how is it you address Severus when he's fucking you into the mattress?"
She shifted a little at his words and her eyes met her fiancé's; sparking onyx glittering in the glow of the flames, "Master."
"Keep it as such," Lucius slid his hands up enough that he was able to rub his thumbs across her nipples, "And you will address me as 'Sir'. Are we understood?"
"Yes, Sir," she sighed when his fingers finally came into play, thoroughly teasing her dusky nubs into pert little peaks.
"Good girl," he pressed his lips to her neck, smirking against her skin when he felt her shift yet again. "Don't worry, love," he gripped her thighs and spread them, putting her slick centre on full display for Severus, "I won't keep you waiting. At least, not this time."
Hermione gasped as he immediately stroked her clit, feeling like she'd been achingly aroused for ages already.
"You are so delightfully drenched," he rumbled into the crook of her shoulder, feeling her dampen the patches of his trousers beneath her.
"She's been that way since I found her peeking," Severus supplied.
"Enjoyed the show, did you?" Lucius nipped her earlobe, "Well I'm only too happy to make you a part of it." He slipped two fingers inside of her, relishing the way he could feel a soft moan raking the back of her throat.
Her tight, swollen inner muscles pulsed at his fingers, as though trying to pull him deeper. And who was he to deny such a lovely unspoken request.
"Gods, Severus, how is it you aren't buried inside her 24/7? She's so damned tight."
"If she wasn't so hell-bent on her job, I would be," he commented wryly.
Hermione clutched at Lucius' sleeve as he curled his fingers inside her, her whimper a tremulous and restrained one.
"I'd prefer if you didn't hold your noises back, love," Lucius gently chided her as he rocked his digits back out, then in, "Let Severus hear what he's missing."
A louder, needy groan poured out of her then, her head tilting back to rest against Lucius' shoulder.
"That's it," he murmured, the slick sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of her filling the room, "Let me take care of you."
Voice low, Severus started to mutter, "I know precisely what-"
"Ah, ah," Lucius cut him off, "You've already had your say plenty enough." Shifting his hand, he changed the angle of his fingers so his palm rubbed against Hermione’s clit with each swipe, "It's Hermione's time to shine."
Severus couldn't even bring himself to scowl, he was so enraptured by the tension in Hermione's features and the way her hips rocked her against Lucius' hand. He'd never had the pleasure of seeing her from this angle, with a full, detailed view. It made him appreciate her all the more, particularly by way of his cock throbbing painfully against the placket of his trousers. Her thigh muscles were visibly trembling atop Lucius', and his eidetic memory was able to recall precisely how it felt when she was in his lap. He lightly tugged again at his bindings, his body yearning to take hers; but he would have to settle for watching... for now.
Lucius ran his lips along her pulse point as he moved his fingers faster, adding his tongue into the mix more when he realized it made her twitch. He ran his other hand up her front to span the column of her throat and lightly grip her jaw. Directing her to face Severus while he fingered her, Lucius whispered a commanding, "Keep your eyes on his, love."
"Y-Yes, Sir." Hermione's voice caught in time with her lower abdominal muscles spasmodically following Lucius' rhythm.
She clutched tighter at his forearm, feeling his tendons tightening as he plunged his fingers in and out of her. It lent further reality to the situation, telling her this was not, in fact, another of her randy dreams. Then all thought was lost when he shifted his hand and picked up speed again. Within seconds, she was torturously close, the proof in the way her body coiled tight in his hold.
Her lips parted around a gasp and her hips rocked faster just in time for Lucius to murmur in her ear, his voice low and so very smooth: "Let go for me now, Hermione. I want to feel you come all over my fingers."
The command, the expert technique of his hand, combined with the way Severus was looking at her instantly had Hermione's entire body seizing from the force of her hard-hitting release. She cried out, her vision blurring as Lucius continued to coax her through it.
Severus couldn't have torn his gaze away even if he wanted to. Every tiny reaction within her body was occurring before his eyes as she went through a macrocosm of pleasure, scaled down into one lithe little form. Normally he was partly focused on bringing her to such a finish himself, but now, like this… he thought it was probably the most beautiful thing he'd ever witnessed.
"Spectacularly done, love," Lucius cooed as he slowed his motions, his chin resting on her shoulder, "You've done so very well for me."
Hermione's chest heaved as she leaned against him, managing a weak, "Thank you, Sir."
Lucius kissed her temple, enjoying the way she shivered when he dragged his fingers across her clit as he pulled them out of her. "You're quite welcome." He ensured to suck his fingers clean directly in front of her before his gaze travelled over to Severus' tightly clenched jaw. "Should we perhaps help Severus out? He looks a bit hard done by."
"Yes, Sir," her reply was airy, still catching her breath. "I think we should."
His voice dipped to something even lower and she felt it reverberate through her, stirring her core anew. "Go on then."
Using his offered hand as leverage, Hermione eased herself off of his lap, conscious as to the wet smear she'd left on his pants. Her cheeks flushed with mild embarrassment, but he seemed to relish it more than anything.
"I'd like you on your knees in front of him, love," the easy way in which Lucius slipped into a more stern, commanding tone sent goosebumps racing across Hermione's skin. "I'll give you the next instructions if Severus manages to remain quiet through the entirety of this first part."
There was a hint of a frown on Severus' features, but he was far too entranced by Hermione sinking to her knees in front of him to be truly irate, and kept silent. She'd done it a thousand times over, and it only made him crave her more and more each time.
"Good," Lucius nodded as he crossed his arms and stood beside Hermione. "Undo his trousers."
Her fingers were trembling, from excitement more than nerves. She'd lost count of how many times Severus had commanded her to unzip him, but like this, in front of Lucius... it was more than enough to make her shake.
"Is he hard, love?" Lucius asked impassively, eyes flaring a whiter shade of grey.
Hermione reached into Severus' pants and palmed him through his boxers, biting her lip, "Very, Sir."
No one missed the very slight hitch in Severus' breath when Lucius said, "Why don't you take a taste then."
She licked her lips as she pulled Severus free of his clothes, a small action that immediately drew his gaze right before she ran her tongue devastatingly slowly up the underside of his shaft.
"I can tell you've done that before," Lucius smirked, his yet still-unsated cock throbbing at the sight. "Now open wide, Hermione. I want to see how far back you can take him into your throat."
She nodded and dropped her jaw enough to fully wrap her lips around Severus' tip and start lowering her head. She ensured to make eye contact with her fiancé the entire time, knowing he loved it when she did. When the tip of her nose brushed Severus' pelvis, she swallowed around him, feeling his muscles tense beneath her.
"Impressive," Lucius commented as he threaded his fingers into the curls at the back of Hermione's neck. She felt the lightest pressure from his hand, and a thrill pulsed through her when he said, "Hold there a moment, if you please."
She did, even as her lungs started to tingle with the hint of a burn. But it was a burn she revered, one that smouldered its way down to the needy, wet juncture currently demanding attention between her thighs. Just when her saliva started dripping down her chin and her vision almost blurred, Lucius tugged her back by her hair. Severus' cock popped free of her mouth and she sucked a harsh, gasping breath inward.
Tenderly, Lucius reached down and wiped her chin clean with his thumb before she could reach up and do it herself, "We'll make much more a mess of you yet, Hermione, don't you worry."
"I'm not worried in the slightest, Sir."
There was a sincerity behind his responding smile, "That's what I like to hear. Have you caught your breath?"
She nodded and he guided her back toward Severus' cock, until her lips again brushed the tip. She delivered a small kiss to the velvety skin as Lucius commented, "Good, because I believe you're about to be robbed of it again."
Sans command, Hermione opened wide, softly moaning when Lucius slowly pushed her head lower. He continued until he saw the contraction of her neck muscles as Severus' cock hit the back of her throat, and very briefly wished he was in the other man's position. But there would be time for that later. Setting a rhythm of bobbing Hermione's head in Severus' lap, Lucius was pleased when he felt her completely relax and surrender control of her motions to him. He was equally impressed by Severus’ capacity for holding his tongue for so long; even his breathing was tightly measured.
Severus himself was struggling to hold his composure. He'd be damned if he was to slip in front of Lucius, but the heated, exquisite suction of Hermione's mouth was torture, especially when viewed from this angle. The second he was free, he planned to fuck her throat until he could think properly again.
As though hearing his thoughts, Lucius moved Hermione's head a little faster. He ran his unoccupied fingers along the curve of her shoulder, though his attention was peripherally on Severus' reaction. He was very curious to see him brought to within an inch of his control, and he suspected Hermione was too. And this was just for her, after all. Wasn't it?
Severus' knuckles whitening as his fingernails dug into the chair arms, and the vein bulging on his neck were certainly telling. But it was the harsh breaths through his nose – where normally he remained as silent as possible so as to give little away – that sparked Lucius' next question.
"What do you think, Hermione? Should I free Severus from his bonds?"
She hummed an affirmative sound around Severus' cock, one that vibrated through him and elicited a very soft grunt.
"You are a very lucky Master to have such a merciful pet, Severus," Lucius drawled, raising one eyebrow. "I certainly wouldn't have been quite so lenient with you."
The second Severus felt the magic binding him fade, he placed his hand atop Lucius' fingers in Hermione's hair and started pressing her down a little more forcefully. He'd done it many times, and knew just how wet it would make her. He also wanted Lucius to feel how much Hermione loved it. She moaned when he tugged her head back enough to pull her mouth off of him, and he got to his feet.
"Do you want me to fuck your throat, Hermione?" his gaze was sharp as flint as he watched her.
He already knew what the answer would be, he just wanted to hear her beg for it.
"Yes," she was raspy from her recent oral occupation, "Please, Master!"
"I'm sorry," his tone indicated he was the exact opposite, "I'm afraid I didn't quite catch that."
Her voice cracked as she upped her volume, "Please fuck my throat, Master! Please!"
His lips curled upward at the corners, "There's the desperation I knew you had in you. Alright, if you insist."
With his hand still firmly curved over Lucius', Severus pressed her head forward until he was once again firmly seated in the back of her throat. He started with slow thrusts, waiting for her to adjust, and once she started laving him with her tongue, he went hard and fast.
Lucius was utterly captivated by the whole of it: Severus' cock disappearing into Hermione's mouth, the way her watering eyes clearly begged for more, and how a representation of their dynamic played through his hand – with Hermione's soft curls beneath his palm, and Severus' calluses against his knuckles.
He swept his gaze appreciatively over Hermione's kneeling form again, noting the flush of exertion and the delectable way her knees were spread so far apart. He also caught her hand slowly straying toward the apex of her thighs, and he swiftly blocked her with the toe of his designer shoe.
"Not yet, love," he kept his tone light, with only a hint of admonishment, "I'd like you to wait. In fact, place your hands behind your back."
Her hand shook, clearly she was hungry for friction. But she nevertheless obeyed, and Lucius felt a shiver run through him at the perfect picture she portrayed.
Severus grunted, rapidly nearing his peak – particularly with the way Hermione kept working her throat muscles and tongue against him. He felt Lucius' hand flexing beneath his own and he growled, "Be ready to swallow, Hermione. Every last drop."
She whimpered around him, breathing harshly through her nose and ceaselessly working her tongue even as her jaw started to ache. She was already dying for another release, spurred by Severus plunging into her mouth; but having Lucius there, watching, part of it... she was positive she could feel her wanton reaction about it dripping down her thigh. Or maybe that was from Lucius being buried knuckle-deep inside her not ten minutes ago. Either way, she was very excited to see what came next. In every sense of the word.
Severus' thrusts grew more erratic as he slipped from being in control to letting the primal guide his motions, giving into the urges he considered as belonging to Hermione. She tightened her mouth around him and he was a goner, painting the back of her throat in his colour, and pulsing each time she swallowed more of him down.
He released his grip from Lucius' hand and started stroking through Hermione's tangled curls. His resultant murmur was soft and genuine as he ignored the incredulous expression on Lucius' face, "You really are extraordinary, aren't you, my love?"
Lucius held his tongue. He knew Severus expected some kind of teasing or jibe regarding his softer side; but in that moment, he was more so just grateful to bear witness to such a moment. It reminded him a little of he and Narcissa's relationship, and suddenly this entire encounter became something so much more.
His body sprang to attention when Severus shakily gestured toward Hermione, as though indicating for him to take over.
She was still licking Severus’ cock clean, an action which Lucius curtailed when he lightly gripped her jaw, "I hope you've had your fill, love." Glistening tawny eyes swept up to meet his, and he felt oddly pierced by it. "Because I'm about to take mine."
Using light pressure against the underside of her chin, he encouraged her to stand, "I'd like you on the bedspread, now. On your back."
Hermione bit her lip, her eager nod and dash to the bed drawing a smooth chuckle from both men. Flopping onto her back, she propped herself up on her elbows, watching Lucius stalk toward her with Severus hot on his heels. They each wore similar gazes of intensity – one smouldering and one fiery hot. Severus never ceased to turn her on with a simple look, and it would appear Lucius had the same talent. And in varying shades of grey, no less.
Lucius paused at the edge of the bed, standing between her legs where they dangled off the mattress. Keeping his gaze locked with hers, he undid the buttons at his collar and took his time rolling up his sleeves. Her anticipation was incredibly visible in the way her teeth dug into her lower lip, and how she kept shifting atop the covers.
Lucius glanced at Severus, seeing him equally as enraptured by the sight before them, and propped his knee up on the bed directly between Hermione's thighs. Dipping his head, he started slowly kissing his way up from her hip to her breast, adding small licks and nips whenever the mood struck – which was just about every time, really. He spent some time on her nipples – they were already such tight, tempting little pink spires, he couldn't resist. Her subsequent gasps were certainly as good a motivation as any.
Hermione felt the mattress dip on either side of her head when he pressed his palms down onto it, his long, platinum locks tickling at her collarbones. His expression was a little less readable than it had been earlier, but when she reached up to stroke her thumb along his jawline, he softened and leaned down.
His lips met hers in a kiss far more vulnerable than she'd been expecting. She recognized it as him testing the waters of a higher level of intimacy. It was one thing to fingerfuck her to completion while she was facing away from him, but a kiss like that... she was suddenly very glad she'd gotten lost in Malfoy Manor.
Burying her fingers in his silken hair, she soon lost herself in the kiss. A gasp was surprised out of her when he gripped her hips and slid her down until her throbbing centre connected with his firm thigh.
She moaned into his mouth and ground herself against him, and damn it all if his murmur wasn't speaking directly to her clit, "You really are quite needy." He paused to nip her lower lip, "I don't know how Severus has the time to do anything when your body is so demanding, love."
"It helps that Hermione still has her Timeturner," Severus’ roguish response from somewhere off to the side inspired an interested, "Hmm," from the blond.
He let Hermione ride his thigh a little longer while he ravished her neck, until he felt the rocking of her hips reach more of a fever pitch, and he stilled them. "That's enough." She almost pouted, but caught herself at the last second – good thing too, as Lucius would have used it against her. "Move up on the bed."
Hermione used her elbows to do an awkward reverse army crawl until she was a bit higher on the mattress, her eyes trained on the blond enigma who was watching her every movement. Her breath caught in her throat when he lowered himself and settled between her legs. She was very quickly gifted an unhindered view of his tongue dragging up along her slit, followed by a swirl of it around her clit. It startled a moan out of her, and her thighs instinctively tried to close around his head.
"Ah, ah," his large hands spanned each of her thighs and pressed them back down against the covers, leaving her very spread for him. "Unless you are coming, you will keep these right here, wide open for me. Do I make myself clear?"
She was quick to answer, badly wanting his talented tongue back on her, "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl," was the only preamble she got before his lips met her swollen pearl with a hard suck.
"Oh fuck!" her back arched and she fought her own thighs to stop them from slamming together.
Her fingers flexed in Lucius' hair and he smirked as he added teasing flicks of his tongue. She really was so delightfully responsive. "I could happily spend hours doing this," he emphasized his point with another broad lick, "Is this why the two of you are often so late to my parties, Severus?"
"Mostly," Severus shrugged as he perched on the side of the bed, next to Hermione's shoulder. "If you really want to see her squirm, try spelling your name."
Lucius proceeded to do exactly that, adding small hums of approval in between, revelling in how the vibrations of it made her breath hitch as she did, indeed, squirm.
"Do you like his tongue on you, Hermione?" Severus asked as he ran a hand through her perspiration-dampened hair.
"Oh gods, yes!" she moaned, unclenching one of her hands from Lucius' tresses and reaching for her fiancé.
"Then be sure to show your appreciation."
Her hips bucked when Lucius' tongue delved inside her, and Severus grasped her trembling fingers as she groaned, "Thank you, Sir, it feels so good!"
"That's more like it." Severus pulled himself free of his trousers again and set her hand on his half-hard cock, his voice stern, "You might as well make use of your hands."
She instantly wrapped her fingers around his shaft and started stroking, each of Lucius' ministrations on her translating through the spasming of her hand.
"What do you think, Severus?" Lucius asked casually between licks, "Two fingers or three?"
Severus sucked in a breath when Hermione's grip tightened in her excitement, "Three." Intent gleamed in his gaze, "She likes being filled, don't you, pet?"
"Yes, Master! I love being stretched!" She tilted her head to meet Lucius' gaze across her body, her chest heaving, "Please, Sir!"
He reached up and pressed his index, middle, and ring fingertips against the seam of her lips, "Wet them then, if you want three so badly."
Hermione eagerly obliged, running her tongue over each of his fingers as she sucked them hard enough her cheeks hollowed. He pulled them from her mouth with a wet 'pop' and moved to slide them inside her while his tongue kept up its dexterous work.
"Merlin, you taste divine," Lucius hummed against her clit as he slid his digits deep and curled them inward, beckoning the oncoming of her second climax. He could feel it in the way she clenched so desperately at him.
"Perhaps now you'll be late for your own parties," Severus absently commented, distracted when Hermione regained enough wherewithal to continue stroking him.
The open invitation wasn't lost on Lucius, and he channelled his enthusiasm into setting upon Hermione with gusto. His hand pistoned relentlessly, and his mouth was just as ruthless in its demand to savour her climax.
Her back bowed again, her mouth going slack, and the entirety of her muscles found their focal point on Lucius' fingers.
"That's it, love," Lucius encouraged, "Let me taste you as you come undone."
As though to punctuate his words, Severus reached over and tweaked one of her nipples, and the combination was enough to send her barrelling over the edge. Her thighs instantly pressed hard to Lucius' ears and he continued working her even as her muscles quivered against his cheeks, and staccato moans spilled from her.
Lucius groaned against her pulsing flesh, "You might have opened Pandora's box for me, the pair of you. So to speak." He was buried too deeply to notice Severus' smirk, "You'll have a hard time dragging me away from this beautiful cunt now."
"Then keep going."
The breathy almost-plea was out of Hermione's mouth before she could stop it. Instantly, she felt Severus' fingers on her jaw as he turned her face until she was met with his piercing gaze. "I didn't hear a 'please' in there, pet. Do I need to give you another lesson in manners?"
She swallowed hard, well aware that such 'lessons' would lead to an awful lot of begging on her part. "N-No, Master, I'm sorry. I was just excited."
Reaching down, he tightened her hold on his cock, "Then ask for it nicely. I'll not warn you again."
Her response was instantaneous, "Please don't stop, Sir!"
Lucius let the breath of his words ghost coolly over her heated folds, "How much do you want it?"
It appeared she would be begging tonight regardless.
"So fucking badly, Sir! Please!"
Lucius dove right in, immediately tongue-fucking her until she was keening again. She used her hand on Severus as her outlet, gripping hard and stroking to a beat she knew he always approved of. One of her louder moans suddenly cut into a disappointed whimper when Lucius pulled back.
"I think we're entirely too dressed for the occasion, don't you, Severus?"
Severus arched a smug eyebrow, curious to see where Lucius was going with this. "It will be a little difficult to fuck her into the mattress with our clothes on, yes."
Lucius lightly slapped his fingers against Hermione's clit, grinning when she jumped. "Up on your knees, love. Facing your Master."
She almost fell over in her obedient scramble, spreading her legs as wide as she could while kneeling on the bedspread.
"Now, isn't that a divine picture," Lucius tilted his head, drinking in the view from behind. He slid his hand along the curve of her ass cheek, relishing the trail of goosebumps that followed. Hermione tensed when Lucius settled on his back behind her before sliding up so his face rested beneath her spread centre. "As I thought, this angle is even better." He traced his fingers across her soaked flesh, "Now, love. You're going to sit on my face while you undress Severus. But you are not allowed to come until you've completed your task. Should you fail, there will be consequences. Do I make myself clear?"
"Y-Yes, Sir!" her voice shook with want.
In all of her fantasies about having Lucius join them, not once had they been like this. They didn't even hold a fucking candle to the real thing.
"Good." His fingers dug into her ass cheeks. "Begin."
She yelped when he pulled her down to meet his rapidly moving lips, and she knew she would have to work fast to fulfill his instruction. He was purposely trying to make her fail, and damn it if it didn't make her more determined. With tremulous fingers, she reached for Severus' frock coat, her breaths coming in quick pants as she started unfastening it. When Lucius' tongue drove particularly deeply, she almost pulled one of the buttons clean off.
"Are you seeking to ruin my coat, pet?" Severus’ tones were equal parts teasing and admonishment – much like their overall interactions.
"No," she growled, trying to focus on the task at hand.
Severus smirked as he watched her, amused by her determination and so very turned on by the way her body expressed its arousal. He again was afforded the time and view to take everything in, and he wasn't wasting any opportunity.
Beneath Hermione, Lucius was unrelenting, clearly quite convinced he would have her coming well before she'd finished undressing Severus. And he might be right. Her hips were starting to rock of their own volition, and she hurried to try and undo more of her fiancé's damnable buttons. But the closer she drew to climax, the more she shook, and when she felt Lucius' fingers quest their way between her ass cheeks, she knew it was now or never.
Nonverbally, she magicked Severus' clothes off at the same time as the pad of Lucius' finger pressed against her tight rosy pucker. Combined with his swirling tongue and nudging, aristocratic nose – this was a far better use for it than the days he'd looked down it at her – Hermione exploded on the spot. Her fingers grappled at Lucius' hair as she rode out her peak, whimpering when his iron grip stopped her from bucking away as she slowly became overly sensitive.
With one final lick, he commented, "Don't think I didn't see you use Divesto, love."
She was hoarsely triumphant, "You didn't say I couldn't use magic, Sir."
He chuckled and eased her leg up so he could swing out from under her, "You cheeky little thing. Is she always this wicked, Severus?"
Severus cupped her cheek and she leaned into it, "Only a little. She certainly knows when to be clever. Now it's Lucius' turn, pet." He roughly spun her around, "Undress him. And don't…" he reached around her to pinch her nipple. "Use magic."
"Yes, Master," she exhaled, reaching for Lucius' dress shirt.
She almost missed it entirely when she felt Severus run his fingers through the wet mess between her legs, "Lucius made you run like a river, didn't he?"
"Y-Yes, Master," she managed to gain purchase on the seams of Lucius' shirt, starting to undo the topmost button – luckily there were fewer in his case as he'd already unfastened the top few.
Severus' finger swiped over her clit and she faltered in her movements. She immediately gasped when he withdrew his hand only to return it with a hearty slap on her ass cheek.
"Every time your fingers falter, pet, you'll receive a spanking. And I want you to count them out loud so you can keep track of your failures."
Hermione breathed harshly through her nose, willing her fingers steady as she uttered a gritted, "One."
He returned to stroking her and she managed another two buttons before receiving a second smack. "Two."
The strikes, however, were turning her on further, and she wondered if she could use the situation to her advantage. She started fumbling on purpose, which really wasn't too difficult when she was already quaking with need. It wasn't until the fourth 'mistake' that Severus caught on.
"Well now, this won't do, pet. You're not supposed to enjoy it so much." Hermione bit her lip as she pushed Lucius' shirt down his arms and started working on his belt. "Perhaps we need a new approach. I will continue spanking you until you falter, in which case I will stop. Does that sound fair to you?"
Her eagerness was clear in her voice, "Yes, Master!"
"Good girl," he struck her ass again for good measure, "Keep counting."
"Seven!"
With the switch in motivation, Hermione was, miraculously, able to complete her task with only one mishap – after which she'd had to beg for it to start again. Lucius was presently fully naked in front of her, and Hermione couldn't stop herself from licking her lips as she took him in. Defined, toned lines branched to very alluring dips and trails, all of which seemed to lead her directly to his upright, thick, twitching cock.
Lucius had very thoroughly enjoyed watching Severus spank Hermione through her task, and he wanted to run his palm over her ass to feel how hot the reddened skin must be.
"What do you think of his cock, pet?"
Her answer was immediate, "I want to taste it."
Severus splayed his fingers across the back of her head and pushed her down onto her hands and knees. "Show us."
Hermione wasted no time in wrapping her lips around Lucius' tip, and being very generous with her tongue.
"You really are quite good with your mouth, aren't you, love?" Lucius purred as he buried his fingers in her knotted curls.
She hummed around his cock and he grunted in surprise at the unexpected vibration.
"Caught you off guard, did she?" Severus asked knowingly, shifting close enough behind Hermione that he could tap the top of her ass with his weeping length, leaving a few pearly drops behind on her skin.
"She's a sneaky little vixen, this one," Lucius agreed, wrapping her hair around his fingers and pressing her head down.
Hermione took him completely to the back of her throat, swallowing hard.
Almost simultaneously, Severus slid his cock through her folds, lubricating himself before nudging at her entrance. It made her moan around Lucius again, and Severus found himself drawn to the way the blond's brow furrowed as he held himself in check. Enough that he ensured to keep watching him when he snapped his hips and swiftly plunged to the hilt inside of Hermione.
All three of them groaned as a result, a lovely chorus of pleasure that filled the extravagantly spacious bedroom. Severus immediately set into a brutal pace, enjoying the sight of Hermione's fingers clenching so hard at the bed sheets, she might have ripped them.
"Keep taking him deeply, pet. I'm only going to fuck you harder from here." He gave her ass another smack, watching it bounce before swivelling his gaze to Lucius', "Try fucking her throat. She adores it."
"With absolute pleasure," Lucius's voice dropped and he held Hermione's head in place as he started thrusting.
Her eyes rolled up to meet his, moaning again while being pounded from both sides. With a sound of approval, Severus spread her ass cheeks wide, eyeing the hidden bounty winking back at him. He liberally licked his thumb and pressed it against the tiny ring of muscle just above where his cock kept disappearing inside of her. Her body jerked in response and he chuckled, "You like that, don't you, pet?"
Her responding, "Mhmm!" was muffled behind sounds of wet sucking and harsh breaths through her nose.
"Yes, I know," he started easing the digit inside. "Why don't I prepare you for later?"
He felt the subsequent shudder running through her, as did Lucius, and he pressed in to the knuckle.
Hermione had had Severus fill her in every which way many times before, but the prospect of both him and Lucius being inside of her? She almost came right then and there.
As always, Severus knew. "Don't come yet, Hermione. I'm not finished with you."
She fisted the sheets in her frustration, fighting to stave off her rapidly approaching orgasm. It was made even worse when Severus replaced his thumb with two of his fingers, pistoning them several times before spreading them inside of her.
"My goodness, love," Lucius commented as he slowed his thrusts, needing the reprieve lest he finish early, "If you keep moaning so desperately like that, I just might come all over the back of your throat."
The way her eyes shot to his with such eagerness, he could tell it was precisely what she wanted. But he had other plans, ones he was easily reminded of as he watched Severus' cock sliding in and out of her. When he met the eyes of his long-time friend across Hermione's body, he had to slow his thrusts again. They'd missed their chance in the past – between Voldemort’s reign and Narcissa's death, the timing never added up – and Lucius thought the door had closed. But if the intensity of Severus' returning gaze was anything to go by, the door was very much open again.
"What do you think, Lucius?" even the way he said his name had changed, "Should we allow her to have her release? Or make her wait..."
"Hmmm," he pretended to think on it, but really was trying so very hard to keep his own release at bay. "Why don't we let her have it? Then she'll be all the more ready for what comes next."
"You hear that, pet?" Severus thrust every part of him harder, faster, and emphasized his words with another sharp slap on her ass. "Lucius is taking pity on you. You'd better thank him properly, do it now."
Her thank you was again muffled by her current preoccupation, but they nevertheless heard it.
"Good," Severus drove into her so very deeply, perspiration gathering at his brow from the force of holding back, "Now come, before I change my mind."
The moan around his cock, Lucius was prepared for. But the rest of the sounds and vibrations that translated from Hermione's mouth to him were so powerful, he had to stop thrusting entirely. 'Merlin, what a fucking throat.'
Even as her climax took her and made her entire body quake, Hermione kept sucking him off. Her cheeks hollowed every time she pulled in air, and Lucius couldn't take anymore. He gripped her head and pulled her off of him, eyeing the way her chest heaved along to her breathing.
He traced his thumb over her bottom lip, wiping away some of the saliva, "As enamoured as I am with your throat, love... I would much rather decorate the inside of that delicious cunt."
Her reply was weak and hoarse, but no less enthusiastic, "Yes, Sir! Please!" her voice dropped and his grip on her reflexively tightened as she added, "I want you to fill me. Both of you."
His thumb grazed her top lip as he bore into her watery gaze, "Both of us... at the same time?"
She kissed his thumbtip and nodded.
"Is it something you need, Hermione? Answer me, please. I'd like you to be specific."
"Yes, Sir. I need it so very desperately! To feel both of you at the same time... please I need it so fucking badly!"
"Well, you heard her," Lucius smirked and arched an eyebrow at Severus. "Besides, she's been so very good, I think we should give her what she craves."
Severus chuckled, withdrawing his fingers from Hermione and switching to stroking her clit as he slowly pulled out, "I can see you'll be the one to spoil her in this dynamic."
There it was again, the hint of future repeats. Lucius decided to push the envelope with a roguish grin, "I can just as easily spoil you too."
The reply was low, but far more open than he'd expected, "We shall see."
Severus climbed onto the bed and flipped onto his back beside Hermione, gently running his palm along her spine, "Are you ready, pet?
She turned her head, her unruly curls parting to reveal a dazed smile, "Yes, Master. I've been dreaming about this."
"I know you have," he pulled her to lay on her back atop him, his throbbing cock nestled between her rear cheeks. "Lucius and I will ensure you're well-sated and dripping by the end of it. How does that sound?"
He'd returned to massaging her clit as he spoke, and could feel her thoughts on the matter before she said them aloud. "It sounds perfect, Master. Thank you."
"You're perfect," he kissed her temple in another moment of tenderness that had Lucius' chest twingeing.
He wanted to be a part of that, the soft, easy intimacy. He hadn't realized just how much he missed it until this precise moment.
He was broken from his sobered line of thought when Hermione turned her face up toward him, shyly reaching for him, "Please kiss me, Sir."
He smiled and brought her knuckles to his mouth. "How could I ever say no to such a lovely entreaty?"
Hermione's heart raced as he positioned himself overtop of her and Severus, lightly gasping when he leaned down and kissed her in a way that curled down to her toes. He slipped his fingers just below Severus' and pressed two of them inside her as their tongues met, curving them to hit the exact spot that made her moan against his lips. The two men worked her in tandem for a few minutes, seamlessly stoking such fire within her – and Hermione was more than happy to burn.
"Lift her hips, Lucius," Severus commanded, not once wavering in the movements of his hand.
Lucius obliged and watched, transfixed by the sight of Hermione's body reacting to Severus rolling his hips until he fully sank into her wet heat. He thrust a few times, coating himself and making her even wilder for it before he subsequently pulled out and pressed his tip against her tighter rear entrance.
Lucius immediately filled the recent absence with his fingers, wanting Hermione as relaxed as possible. He was fully aware the couple had done this before, but he no less wanted her to enjoy herself. Just as much as he was enjoying her. He already counted himself incredibly lucky to be there, and this was partly his way of showing his appreciation.
He felt Severus' entry through the thin muscular wall that separated them, though his gaze was glued to the way Hermione’s eyes fluttered shut, and her chest rapidly rose and fell.
"You love when I take you like this, don't you?" Severus murmured in her ear, "I can feel you twitching around me, pet. You're so fucking desperate for it."
"Yes, Master," she gasped, still adjusting, but already feeling so deliciously full.
Lucius took over massaging her clit when Severus grabbed her hips, a cohesive switch-over that felt far smoother than it should have. When Severus finally sank all the way inside of Hermione, he continued speaking silkily into her ear, "I can feel your tight little ass trying to pull me deeper, pet. I think it's in dire need of a good fucking." His eyes met Lucius', "And if you moan loudly enough, I'm sure Lucius will be all too happy to take your cunt for his own too."
Hermione let it all out then, leaving no sound tempered when Severus started a slow rhythm of thrusting into her. Lucius used one hand to prop himself up, while the other guided his swollen, twitching head to drag along her sopping folds. Hermione moaned louder and he started to slowly press in, grunting at her already established natural tightness, combined with the pressure of Severus' cock pumping into her.
"Good gods, love, you're like a bloody vice."
"Good luck lasting," Severus smirked, punctuating it with another thrust.
Lucius ensured to curl his hips as he set his own beat of driving into Hermione, leaning down to capture her lips when it sounded like her noises were rumbling up from deep within her. He wanted to feel them.
Things only grew more heated as the three of them moved together, a collection of tensing muscles, moans, and crescendoing speed. Somewhere in the midst of it, Lucius felt a hand thread its fingers into the hair on the back of his head, a hand that was too big to be Hermione's. He cracked his eyes open while still deeply snogging Hermione, and was met with an obsidian intensity that set him ablaze.
Hermione, happily sandwiched between them, caught the interaction and was suddenly pushed that much closer to the edge even just by the imagined image of Lucius and Severus together.
"I know what you're thinking, love, it's written all over your face." Lucius thrust into her particularly deeply, her rippling muscles dangling him over the precipice, "Would you like a taste? Would that send you soaring over the edge for us?"
Hermione bit her lip around her panting breaths and nodded, not daring to speak.
He punctuated each of his next words with a sharp snap of his hips, "Use. Your. Words."
"Fuck, Sir! Yes! Please! I want to see you with Master!"
"I thought as much," truly, he felt the same. Lucius kept up the brutal pace, knowing it wouldn't be long before they all succumbed to their bodies' deep-seated desires. He nipped Hermione's earlobe and murmured, "You'd best scream so very loudly for us then."
Without missing a beat, Lucius dipped his head and pressed his lips firmly to Severus'. They were surprisingly soft, but equally adamant in their attempt at gaining the dominant hand. Such give and take was only to be expected, but the fire of it burned so unpredictably hot, it was scalding.
Between them, Hermione uttered a string of curse words followed by the promised scream of their names when she convulsed atop and below them. Her rapidly working inner muscles pulled both men right along with her, and while their groans mingled with their breaths, they each found their release bound inside hers.
The compounded feeling of being so very filled and dripping with the evidence of it encouraged Hermione through some powerful aftershocks. She was both of theirs now, just as much as they were hers.
It took a few minutes for everyone to come down, slowly catching their breath and sharing kisses in the afterglow until their dampened skin yielded to the manor's cool air.
Lucius eased out of Hermione, then helped her roll slowly off of Severus.
"What did you think, love?" he asked quietly, "Did we properly fulfill your fantasies?"
She licked her lips, gingerly perching atop Severus' thighs as he sat up, "You blew my expectations completely out of the water."
Severus brushed her hair back from her face and smoothed his fingers over her skin, "Would you like this to become a regular occurrence?"
Her breathy, "Yes!" was so immediate, it made both men huff in amusement. A flush crept across her cheeks as she softly continued, "M-Maybe you two could... get closer too?"
As if on autopilot, Lucius' hand reached out and lightly stroked along Severus' jawline, "I think that can be arranged."
In a blink-and-you-might-miss-it moment, Severus gently pressed back against Lucius' fingers before adding, "I could perhaps be persuaded."
Hermione smiled, then winced when she felt the combined evidence of their time together sliding out of her. "Ah, I should probably go and shower."
"Absolutely not," she squeaked as Lucius lifted her into his arms then settled her onto the bed, "You just need a change in position."
"But-"
"When Severus and I decide you've kept our 'gifts' inside you long enough, then we will clean you up. And likely give you more immediately after."
She giggled, pressing her thighs together as her mind supplied the phantom feeling of them both inside of her.
"Perhaps when we wake up," Severus settled in beside her, sliding his arm beneath the back of her neck and kissing her shoulder, "We can all partake in the wonders of Lucius' ostentatious, personal shower."
Her eyes lit up and Lucius chuckled, "What's mine is most certainly yours."
He settled on his side and trailed his hand from Hermione’s collarbone, over her breast – lightly tweaking her nipple on his way by – down the centre of her abdomen, until he slipped it between her legs and cupped her.
Severus placed his hand atop Lucius’ while sucking her other nipple into a rosy, attentive peak. He ensured to meet Lucius' gaze as he said, "And what's mine is yours."
It was clear he didn't just mean Hermione, and they all settled into a comfortable silence as Severus nonverbally dimmed the lights.
Just as they were drifting off, Lucius remembered something and voiced it aloud: "Oh, Severus, before I forget…"
"Mmm?"
"Don't forget to put that book on rare potion ingredients back in the library, it doesn't belong in my desk drawer."
Hermione's indignant exclamation and two baritone chuckles echoed over the crackling fire before all three of them fell into a deep, undisturbed slumber.