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Hermione Granger was a problem.
That Granger girl, so naively sweet, had grown into the embodiment of a good little Gryffindor, always seeing the best in people.
Lucius made his aversion clear, the hatred gleaming in his eyes whenever he deemed her worthy of a glance.
Granger was so irritatingly polite and eager, always greeting him when she came by and bidding goodbye when she would leave, often even seeking him out in his study.
And though he never replied, rarely even acknowledging her with one of his frosty looks, it seemed only to spur her on.
When he did meet her gaze, her cheeks would be flush, her dove-like eyes gleaming with the hope for acknowledgment.
To watch her face fall as he withheld it though, brought the ghost of a smile to his lips.
Nevertheless, that girl was relentless in wanting to prove herself, eager to show she was good and oh so pure-heartedly. That she was worthy of his son’s company, of being a mere presence in his house.
As if the word muggle-born did not define her as a lesser witch.
As if he had no right to direct his disdain toward her.
But it made him hate her all the more.
After all, he was already tolerating her presence in his house, allowing her to study with Draco for their final exams.
Granting her access to his library, letting her occupy his space, use his kitchen, his potions, his everything.
But tolerance did not require him to extend her any further acknowledgement or conversation with that young witch whatsoever.
The worst moments were whenever Draco was swooning over her, as if bewitched, his mouth a constant blubber of how he had been so wrong about her, how she was the most brilliant witch, how brave and lovely and warm-hearted she was.
Lucius seethed.
That girl would never be good enough for his precious son.
Clearly, she was luring him in, wrapping him around her little finger.
Who did she think she was, implying he wasn't worthy of her favor?
She ought to have considered herself fortunate that a Malfoy would deign to spend his time willingly with a Mudblood.
Lucius tried to ignore the moments when her sickly sweet scent would waft toward him whenever she walked past his study, even though the girl knew the route would take her longer to get to the kitchen.
His kitchen, where she’d make her tea as if it were her own. She was getting far too comfortable in his home, and much to his dismay, Draco seemed entirely unbothered.
It all but seemed as if Draco had set all his grudges and prejudices aside and welcomingly spent his time with that witch.
Well, Lucius had not.
He was only tolerating her presence in the Manor for the sake of his son.
But what was he getting out of it?
He was owed something.
Yet, he did not get any piece of the cake.
And that simply would not do.
Whenever Draco and Granger practiced their dueling, Lucius found himself drawn to the window overlooking the grounds.
As his son managed to land a hex on her foot, his lip twitched into a smirk at hearing her pained shriek.
At least, Draco was learning.
His silver eyes watched her closely, lips pressed together thinly, gaze lingering over her tense stance, taking in every shift and movement.
Drifting to her hand, so small and painfully gripping her wand, her fingers dancing lightly around the length of it.
Every muscle in her body was drawn tight.
She moved with the grace of a dancer, her form lithe, untouched, making her seem all the more precious and pure.
Lucius cocked his head.
Her brown eyes, flicking now and then toward his study window as if hoping for a glimpse of him, shone with a naive trust and an innocence that believed in the world's goodness.
He wanted to extinguish that spark.
The muscles in his jaw worked, clenching and unclenching as he found himself adjusting himself in his pants.
Because most of all, he despised her for making him want her.
It was on nights that stretched well past her usual bedtime that Hermione found herself wandering the corridors of Malfoy Manor on her way to the kitchen.
By now, she had grown familiar with the maze of hallways.
Whenever she stayed late to study with Draco, she made sure to take the longer route past Lucius’s study, even though it added extra steps to her journey to the kitchen for a warm cup of tea.
Just to steal the smallest glimpse of him.
It was only ever him, alone, except for the glass of whiskey in his hand, a single finger tracing the rim with slow, hypnotic circles.
Sitting in his favourite chair, facing the fire that was crackling, casting the room in a cozy dimly lit atmosphere.
His pale silver eyes were trained on the fireplace, where flames licked hungrily at the fresh logs. The fire mirrored in his eyes, the source of light casting shadows over everything it couldn’t reach.
His face had never looked more handsome.
It was captivating.
The more she glimpsed him like this, the more she wanted him. Despite how wrong it was. Despite knowing he despised her.
But in moments like this, hidden in the shadows, she couldn’t help but to wonder.
Perhaps it was only the fantasy of it. A tantalising taste of something that could never be.
Yet nothing else ignited her in quite the same way.
With each stolen glance, the thrill deepened, and the hold he had over her grew stronger.
His piercing silver eyes seemed to follow her even in her thoughts, pulling her into daydreams she hadn’t dared before.
His legs were spread apart, almost too invitingly, too perfect for her to just settle down between them, to place her small hands on his strong thighs.
And in her mind, he would look down on her with that faint, knowing smirk as he’d keep sipping his whiskey with calm indifference as her hand inched closer and closer to his crotch—
She imagined his fingers threading through her hair, starting with a gentle caress before tightening with a command that would pull her closer, her lips inching toward—
The desire she felt for him, the burning need of his attention on her, the aching and throbbing that shot through her body at the mere thought of having those pale long fingers hovering over her heated skin.
She never really had much time to savour the look of him.
Lucius was unlike any man she had ever laid eyes on.
There was something in him—a radiance, a danger—that drew her in, like a moth to a flame.
His gaze held a power and intensity only a man’s could contain.
His hands moved with a precision born from a lifetime of calculated gestures.
His posture radiated the grace and authority of an aristocrat.
Even when filled with disdain, his piercing silver eyes lingered in her thoughts, invading her senses.
It was in moments he’d come looking for Draco or request his attention, often enough completely ignoring her.
But every now and then, his eyes would find her, even for the briefest of moments. Her breath would hitch, and a blush would creep up her cheeks.
It was, admittedly, pathetic.
But gods, she couldn’t help it.
Lucius left the door to his study open on a Friday night.
His patience was wearing thin. To hell with tolerance. He wanted a piece of cake himself.
He waited for her footstep to echo ever so quietly down the hallway, a pattern one could set a clock to.
Her goodbye.
She lingered just shy of coming into his view to call it a night, before she stepped forward.
Her unruly mess of hair coming into sight.
Ever so slowly, Lucius raised his eyes and leaned back in his chair.
His sudden, utter attention startled the witch, her pupils blowing and her steps faltering before she regained her composure.
“Good night, Mr. Malfoy,” she said, as she did every other night. Except this time he had other plans than to let her go.
No, this time, it was his turn to take.
“Ah, what about your tea? We wouldn’t want it to go to waste, now would we?” his smile was serpentine, his head tilted like a predator.
He never spoke directly to her.
A slight shiver ran down her spine, her body freezing.
Something ordinary, happening out of routine, was enough to stoke chaos.
“Oh, um, sure,” she smiled almost shyly and he had to resist the urge to roll his eyes.
If it were up to him, he’d simply bewitch her and force that tea down her throat.
But, he couldn’t risk her remembering.
Not when she was so .. well-acquainted with his son.
“Help yourself,” he managed the most saccharine of smiles and gestured to the tea service next to his desk.
The witch hesitated.
His fist clenched briefly, as though he might hurl her across his lap and spank her until her arse matched her sinfully red lips.
But he composed himself.
“That’s too kind, I wouldn’t want to keep you from-” she cut herself short at the look he was sending her.
As if she hadn’t been interrupting him every bloody time she was in this house.
“I insist, Miss Granger.”
There was no gentleness in his voice, only a luring quality, beckoning and encouraging her.
And, like the bloody good girl she was, she obliged and poured herself a cup.
Her lips pursed when she would blow the steam off. His cock twitched in his pants.
Soon, now.
“We’ve been studying so long, I lost track of time.. Even forgot to make myself a cup, so this is exactly what I needed,” she hummed happily, her tiny hands delicately wrapped around the mug.
Oh, how he was about to show her what she really needed.
He only hummed, his finger moving to grasp the head of his cane.
Long, pale fingers slowly caressed the snake’s head. Her eyes were glued to the movement, blinking only once as she took a sip.
A rosy blush crept up high on her cheeks.
And just as she was about to open her mouth to ramble on about another silly thing, her eyes began to flutter.
“What..?” her body felt heavy, her fingers loosening around the mug, unable to hold it any longer.
Her knees buckled.
And what was left to do before she would pass out was - “Miss, Granger, is everything alright?” he made sure his voice was laced with concern, his brows furrowed as he rose and hurried over to her.
It was the last thing she saw before darkness overtook to her and she collapsed to the floor.
Pliant. Silent. Knocked out.
That’s how Lucius Malfoy liked her best.
Even though he did enjoy a feisty one, he much preferred the witch like this.
He’d made sure to tamper with the herbs of her tea, adding only a tad of something that would make her sleep for a while.
It would knock her out enough for her not to remember, but not enough to shut her body down. Because he wanted her to be responsive.
Wanted to see how much she truly craved a proper Malfoy.
His cold eyes raved over her body, his lips curled slightly. He’d tolerate enough.
Now it was his time.
Dragonhide shoes glinted with movement as Lucius poked the witch with his foot, ensuring she was truly knocked out.
Nothing.
A dangerous smirk stretched across his lips then.
Lovely.
With a flick of his wand, he levitated her in the air, moving her lifeless body to the couch.
She lay on her side, lips parted slightly, eyes shut.
Lucius kneeled by her side, his silver eyes scanning her features.
Lips curling in disdain, he noticed her freckles - like something had exploded right in her face.
Slowly, he raised his hand to grip her chin, angling her face to his, his thumb grazing above her jaw.
Her mouth opened.
It was a slow, deliberate motion, as he slid his thumb over her plump bottom lip, watching as he instinctively dipped her mouth to suckle on the digit.
His pupils narrowed as the witch closed her lips around him. The feel of her warm, soft tongue against his thumb was making his cock throb in envy.
“I’ll show you exactly what I personally think you need, Granger,” he murmured, his eyes darkening.
A soft hum of contentment vibrated in her chest as she happily sucked, her tongue lazily grazing his skin.
Salazar, this woman was aching for it.
When he withdrew, she whined.
“Quiet. I’ll give you something even better,” his pants were discarded quickly, his hand fisted around his painfully hard cock as Lucius glanced down at the pliant girl in front of him.
Oh he would take his sweet time.
Any bruises could be mended later.
He would not leave a trace. As if this had never happened.
But for now, she was his.
And he would make it count.
He unceremoniously moved her on her back, that her head was slightly hanging off the sofa, the pale long column of her neck stretching.
She’d be such a tight fit.
With a snap of his fingers, her clothes vanished, leaving her curvy naked soft body for his eyes to rake over.
Her breasts were perky and small, perfect for him to pinch. Her torso narrowed to a slim waist, that widened into the inviting dip of her hips.
Allowing himself those moments to fully take her in made his cock twitch in his hands as his eyes lingered her milky thighs and her core between them.
Oh how he couldn’t wait to get a look of her pretty, young cunt. But one thing at a time.
With a soft hum, he leaned closer, looming over her.
The first contact of her soft lips against the sensitive skin of the head of his cock made him grit his teeth together.
She sensed him, lazily opening her mouth to lap at him, as if encouraging him.
Salazar, she was something.
“You’re such a slut for a pureblood cock, aren’t you, girl? So eager to get a taste, huh?” His voice was low, dripping with disdain, “so eager to be marked with something that isn’t dirty of blood..” he flashed his teeth, his other hand coming to grip her cheek, to hold her in place.
“I’m going to fuck that mouth clean again, girl.. You’re going to reek of me.”
The witch suckled him, an almost happy hum vibrating around his cock as she opened wider, her thighs already rubbing absently together.
Oh she was having the most erotic of dreams..
“Relax for me now,” Lucius whispered, stroking his thumb swiftly over her rosy cheek before hovering his hand over her neck and pushing his hips forward.
To be engulfed in the heat of her warm, wet mouth was heaven.
Grunting, his hips snapped even further, impatient now that he’d gotten a taste of her. Spluttering softly, her throat convulsed once but then her body relaxed, her jaw opening.
Lucius took that as an invitation to invade her throat, sinking into the tight, promising heat of Granger’s mouth.
“Fuck,” he groaned, as her sweet chokes filled his senses. Who would have thought she could make such pretty noises.
“That’s a filthy, fucking good girl,” his hand tightened around her throat as he thrust deep, making her take, making her take every inch of him.
Her body was convulsing, spasms with the need for oxygen and his eyes turned dark, predatory, before he withdrew and let her breathe.
Lucius felt high on the power he had over her.
“Please,” she murmured, eyes closed, still heavily under, but fuck.
His pupils widened when he heard her soft plea. So she was not at all innocent.
He hesitated - just for the cruelty of it - watching her body arch for him, driven by raw need and lust.
He smirked.
“Shhhh,” his voice was hard as he moved his hand to grasp her breast and squeeze, painfully, before his thumb grazed over her perked up nipple.
A moan wrenched from her throat before he fucked back in her throat, watching her neck expand with how deep he was in, groaning as he watched himself disappear down her neck.
His rhythm was unyielding and impatient, the need to take, to make her take it, overwhelmed him.
The witch underneath him looked so willing to take him, so eager to suck him, her little tongue moving around him in the sweetest of circles.
He was going to make sure she’d be aching all over tomorrow.
“I’m going to paint your body a pretty pureblood colour, girl.. Make you get a taste for what you really need,” growling, he buried himself deep in her throat and stayed there.
She was so tight, gripping him like a vice as he held still, watching her body begin to tremble with the lack of oxygen.
That only made him harder.
“That’s it,” he grunted, his hands gripping her tight before he felt his orgasm approaching.
Pulling out, he swore under his breath as sweet release washed over him.
His hand tugged his release from him until he watched spurts of cum shoot across her pale skin, covering her in him.
The girl was gasping for air, her body twitching. It made Lucius see stars.
“Good.”
He looked down his nose at her body, humming appraisingly at how she was covered in him. At least now, she had something worthy on her.
Smirking, he settled onto the sofa.
Red lips found perked-up nipples, and he sucked one of them into his mouth while his fingers tweaked the other harshly.
He sucked, bit and pinched at her until her nipples were red and swollen and she was arching against him, soft spilling moans leaving her lips.
He really did like her like this.
“You ought to be ravished every fucking day, girl.. So your body will never be without bruises, never without my cum on or leaking out of you, never without my fingers imprinted in your skin..” he was murmuring against her skin now, half-hard again, ready to take her body in yet another way.
He could smell her arousal, sense the heat that was building between her legs.
“You would love that, wouldn’t you.. Having a pureblood’s attention on you.. Even though you don’t fucking deserve it, but still..” he nearly hissed as he made his way down her belly, parting her legs forcefully in the process.
He wanted to take, take, take.
Like a man possessed, he reached the apex of her sex, a devilish smirk etched on his face.
“Ought to have a pureblood’s cock buried deep in your cunt.. I wonder how wet you get from this.. You’re not as sweet and innocent as you may think, mudblood,” he spat the last word, more to him as to her, to remind herself of what she was.
No matter how sweet, how tight - she was dirty.
But that did not stop him from wanting her. He’d purify her.
As much as he wanted to simply plunge into her, feeling her tight und unprepared cunt wrap around his cock, he wanted her to give him something first.
Knowing she had come on his fingers, on his mouth, on his cock, would be just the sweetest thought.
It wasn’t entirely for her pleasure.
Only partly.
But knowing that he had ruined this girl without her remembering it - that would be her true gift to him.
Lucius laid prone between her thighs, his teeth nibbling along her impeccable pale skin edging closer to where she would want him most.
The way her muscles quivered, the way her back arched, how her fingers twitched as if needing to hold back from burying into his hair.
For a brief moment he wished her to be awake, only to see the panic surge in her as she’d realise which monster was between her thighs now.
How at his mercy she truly was.
The thought made him growl.
Upon laying pale eyes on her, he took her in. Her sweet, pink cunt.
She looked ravishing.
“Don’t you have the prettiest slick cunt I’ve ever laid eyes on..” he whispered gravelly, lips twitching in a smile.
“Oh how I’ll love to ruin you..” his breath was hot against her cold skin as he ran a finger down her soaked folds, parting her. She was so wet.
Glistening with arousal, as if she had been awaiting him.
Her moan was soft, like a whisper of a gentle plea, her hips rising impatiently. Immediately, he had her pinned down, making her immovable before he returned to part her folds.
Two fingers nudged against her entrance, teasing only for a second before she was being impaled on two of his fingers. He was no gentle lover. Not one who made love.
Lucius Malfoy claimed and took what was his.
She whimpered, and turned her head aside.
Lucius set a brutal peace, not letting her adjust to the stretch of his fingers and it was such a tight fit that he wondered how she’d feel wrapped around his member.
Leaning down, her eyes still trained on her blissfully scrunched up face, he wrapped his lips around her clit, his teeth mockingly grazing her bundle of nerves as he curled his fingers.
He was no one for building up or edging. Lucius knew what he wanted and so he took what he wanted.
Apparently Granger, or at least her body was bloody loving it. It had to sting, but he did not care.
“You’re gripping me so tight.. Merlin.. You’re going to be stretched so tight once I’m buried inside you,” the grip of his other hand was bruising against her thigh, sure to leave a mark.
She could only lay there and take it, letting him use her body how he liked but by the rush of arousal, she did not seem to mind.
He smirked.
A third finger was added and then curled, setting a rhythm that left her arch her back, each thrust claiming more of her. And she had no choice but to take it.
Sucking her clit back into his mouth, he could feel her begin to clench, the beginning of her orgasm starting to quiver in her cunt and when her body tensed, a low moan leaving her chest.
For a second she was as still as a statue, before she spasmed and collapsed.
He did not stop.
Not until soft whimpers and gasps of discomfort were wrenched from her, her body jerking in overstimulation.
Slowly, he receded, his tongue lapping lazily over her folds.
“You’re taking this so well.. Just what you need, huh, Miss Granger?” he raised, his lips and mouth shining with her arousal.
Slowly looming over her, he grabbed her face back in his grip, punishing.
Her brows were furrowed, lips red and swollen from the prior abuse of her mouth. Soft streaks of tears had slipped down her cheeks.
Smiling and with his lips still glistening from her, he leaned down, licking the stripe of salty tears up. She tasted like the sweetest redemption.
“Now.. your sweet little cunt is going to look extra gorgeous, wrapped around my cock,” his breath ghosted over her lips.
Small delicate hands were wrapped in a large one of his, moving them over her head to pin them there.
His other hand gripped her thigh hard, flexing her hip so she was going to take him deeper on his first plunge in her.
Her body shivered.
“Look at you.. Already so eager, huh? I wish you could see how pathetically desperate you are.. What a dirty whore you are for a Malfoy. You are no better than us, girl.” His raspy voice was venomous.
The head of his cock nudged against her drenched folds then, fully hard now and eager to claim her.
Her body was relaxed and pliant so he met no resistance when he shoved himself into her, filling her out with every last inch of him.
“Fuck.” He let his forehead rest against her, briefly overwhelmed with the feeling of her. Granger.
That annoying little witch who wanted so desperately to make him like her.
Well.
He did like her cunt.
The way she was sucking him in was addictive the second he got a taste of it.
Not able to hold himself back, he drowned in her.
Unleashed himself onto her.
His grip was punishing, hard and unyielding as he claimed her his, his fingers tight around her throat. His finger thumping over the fluttering pulse point as her lips parted and her eyes rolled back behind closed eyes.
How he wanted to fill her up.
Grunts and slaps of skin against skin filled the room as he fucked her hard, withdrawing only to bury himself in powerful harsh thrusts back in her.
Filling her with every inch of him over and over and over again.
“Taking me so well.. So fucking pliant, Salazar, your cunt,” he rasped, his fingers clamping down around her throat, chocking her.
The desperate gasps for breaths, the tightening of her body around him in need of oxygen had him seeing stars.
“So good, so good for me,” he grunted and let her breathe again, his fingers twitching absently.
Her body shivered in another approaching orgasm as he hit that spot inside her, causing her to succumb to another gut wrenching height. He wondered how many times she could cum..
Another time.
“Going to fill you up again and you’re going to take every last drop of me, won’t you? Be a good girl and take everything I have to give you,” his nose brushed along the sensitive skin of her neck as she came down, her body a heavy mess now.
Rising, he flexed both her legs so her thighs were pressed to her chest. He fucked deeper into her, grunting at the new tightness.
It didn’t take long for him to reach his own height, grunting as he fucked into her one last time and painted her with his cum.
Slowly retracting, he watched his semen pool at her entrance, covering her in all of him.
Then and there, she looked stunning.
Lucius retracted, glancing at her for a moment longer, admiring the blush that had crept on her face now.
Then his warmth left her, and he redressed.
Strolling off to his chair by the fire, he settled down, a new filled whiskey glass in hand. Instead of his eyes roaming the fire, they roamed over her.
And oh so slowly, he took a sip of his whiskey, taking in the sight in front of him. Granger covered inside and out with him.
What a gift she had made him indeed.
Notes:
First of all - thanks for reading this little piece of unhinged depravity😌✨
Second of all, my first ever long Lumione story (140K words) is now complete🤍 what can I say… come for unhinged smut, stay for the plot <3!
It’s a true enemies to lovers (oh the hate sex🙏🏻) with eventual romance/HEA. Fast sexual burn, slooooow romantic burn. But when it burns - he burns for her 🥺
Lucius is very corrupted in this one and the enemies are enemying! Would be a delight to see you there !🥰🙏🏻
Chapter 2
Notes:
so.. I simply couldn't leave Hermione's little crush alone. Also I sometimes need to write some unhinged smut.. enjoy. :)
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It all changed with a daring kiss.
It had taken her by surprise; she had never considered Draco capable of showing any real interest in her, let alone going so far as wanting to court her.
But upon closing the distance between them on a sunny day outside in the Manor’s gardens, his cheeks as red as the roses blooming around them, he had kissed her.
And Hermione had liked it.
She hadn’t thought about Draco that way before, if she were honest.
Her attention had always sharpened on someone similar to him—but double his age.
But she had liked it and had pressed her lips back, smiling into the kiss as she witnessed Draco’s trembling hands that came to hold her face.
Draco was sweet.
Caring.
A Malfoy.
Hermione’s mind worked in intricate, calculated ways.
Letting Draco court her gave her access to the Manor even after the inevitable end of their exams. Because their studying time, her reason to be at the Manor to see him, was coming to an end.
And it hit her with an impact she hadn’t prepared herself for.
On one hand of course, she thrived on the pursuit of knowledge, the challenge of learning, the satisfaction of bettering herself.
But on the other, and far more pressing, she wouldn’t see him anymore.
And that was something an obsessed mind couldn’t bear.
Because she simply couldn’t imagine not being near him.
So she did what she had to do to stay close to him.
And, to be fair, Draco bore such a striking resemblance with his father, that it was enough.
Sometimes, when she closed her eyes and felt his tall, broad frame, his pale, elegant fingers adorned with the Malfoy signature ring, and inhaled the same distinctive eau de parfum… she could imagine it to be him.
Lucius.
It turned out, Granger was not leaving.
She continued to be a problem — more so now than ever.
Lucius had been high with hope, ready to finally be rid of that annoying little witch for good.
Their exams were over, yet her presence lingered at the manor, clinging like an unwelcome shadow.
Of course, she had bested his son.
That insufferable little know-it-all, the Mudblood who had outperformed his Pureblood heir.
As tainted as her blood was, her intelligence and skills were undeniable, though Lucius would never dare let her know.
The very notion was absurd.
Lucius had made his displeasure with Draco’s failure abundantly clear and, to bloody hell, would he stoop to congratulate her.
Instead, he’d offered her nothing more than a frosty look, lowering his chin in the faintest of nods.
But it had been enough.
The barest acknowledgment had made her pupils widen just so.
It was pathetic, really.
How much she craved it.
Any ounce of his approval, no matter how small. Because Lucius was barely giving any.
Granger sought his regard as though it were a prize, and Lucius knew exactly how to wield it. If he deigned to lower himself, it was of utmost amusement.
Utterly beneath him, yet entertaining.
Ever since he’d tasted her, since he’d learned to read her body so intimately, felt her tight cunt flutter around his fingers at the sting of his degrading praise - he’d known.
He’d memorized every tell: the slightest hitch in her breath, the rush of color to her cheeks, the way her pupils dilated, her thighs clenching instinctively, desperate for even the smallest shred of relief.
And from that moment, it had become a game.
Lucius was meticulous in his attention, noting how her gaze lingered a fraction too long, how her fingers trembled ever so faintly, how a tremor crept into her voice when he addressed her.
The subtle straightening of her posture whenever he was near.
He commanded her focus effortlessly, and every time, he relished it.
Because whenever Lucius was in the room, Hermione Granger belonged to him.
His cruelty only deepened, especially now that she was entangled with his son.
It seemed Draco had taken a far greater interest in the girl than Lucius had initially anticipated—much to his dismay.
He did not approve.
But Draco, it appeared, had developed a mind of his own these days.
Though, he really couldn’t blame him for falling for the young witches tight and heavenly cunt.
But to hell with his approval for them.
She simply was not good enough for his son. And no one would ever be.
Lucius ensured she knew it every single time she was in his presence, his displeasure a constant, cutting reminder of her unworthiness.
To marry a woman of impure blood was unthinkable. A disgrace to the Malfoy name.
Draco would have to come to terms with that, eventually.
But while she remained at the Manor, Lucius would see to it that she felt every bit of the weight of his contempt—until she was more than eager to leave.
“Father, please. You ought to be nicer to her. I… I really like her. I’d be happy if you could just try? Please? For me?”
Lucius felt an immediate headache forming at his son’s plea.
When had Draco become such a simpering fool?
His lips pressed into a thin, disapproving line as he regarded the boy.
Not to misunderstand—he was so very proud of Draco.
The young, handsome man had grown up exactly as Lucius had intended: sharp, poised, and every bit a Malfoy. He looked just like he had when Lucius was his age, the resemblance striking to him.
And he had done so well until now.
But then there was her. The one tiny crack in the otherwise perfect facade of his son’s upbringing.
Ever since she had entered Draco’s life, Lucius had watched him waver.
Seen the erosion of the pureblood ideals he’d painstakingly instilled.
The legacy. The duty. Their place in the wizarding world.
Little of it remained in his son these days, and the cause was unmistakable:
Her.
All because of one young witch. With a cunt that had made him hard on several occasions after he had gotten a taste of her.
He hated to admit it, but the evidence was there.
Lucius tilted his head slightly, running his tongue over his teeth as he considered.
Father approached son, towering over the younger heir by only a couple of inches, yet the dominance he exuded was enough to shift the power balance to the elder Malfoy.
Lucius raised his hand to cup his son’s cheek, stroking his thumb—lovingly, or at least as lovingly as a man like Lucius Malfoy was capable of—down flawless alabaster skin.
His touch trailed further, brushing over the corner of red lips before moving to cup his chin.
Lucius gazed into pools of silver as he tilted his son’s face upward.
“Only because you asked so nicely,” he crooned at last, his voice laced with mockery.
And that was that.
The witch fidgeted in her chair at the dinner table a couple days later, her eyes nervously darting anywhere but the pale, silver gaze fixed on her.
She was dining with Draco and him.
She’d never been in Lucius Malfoy’s presence for longer than a few fleeting minutes.
Never had the chance to study him this closely without risking being obvious.
Never before had his full, sharp attention focused so unrelentingly on her.
And never had he spoken to her in a tone that lacked outright seething disdain.
Though his voice still carried a faint edge of hatred, it was softer this time—less biting. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for her.
Enough to send her heart racing, her hand twisting, captured by Draco’s as she tried to suppress her nerves.
Lucius’s gaze flicked dismissively to where Draco’s fingers were entwined with hers. The faintest sneer curled his lips before he returned his focus to her, his stare pinning her in place.
He imagined those wide, nervous eyes streaked with tears, her expression contorted with fear, while he would make her take.
With a smile more feline than kind—and one that failed entirely to reach his eyes—Lucius lifted his glass of wine to his lips.
“So, Miss Granger,” he drawled, his voice smooth and slow, “what are your plans after graduation?”
He held her gaze as he took a deliberate sip, the deep red of the wine staining his lips briefly before he lowered the glass again.
The soft crimson hue against his pale skin gave him an otherworldly quality, as though he were a figure stepped out of a hauntingly beautiful portrait—ethereal, and yet undeniably dangerous.
She forgot how to breathe for a moment, clearing her throat as if to steady herself.
Draco gave her hand a gentle squeeze, encouraging her.
She missed the pointed look Draco sent his father, as if to say please, play nice!
But, just like Hermione, Lucius dismissed it entirely.
„Father, she does have a name. I think we’re past formalities, here.“
At that, Lucius’ eyes slid to his son’s, a lazy smirk dawning on his face.
Oh, how right he was.
He should call her by her name.
After all, he had already ruined that young one’s cunt.
„Ah pardon me. Where are my manners. Hermione.“
Lucius’ lips curled around her name, his eyes becoming a darker hue of molten silver as he witnessed how that took effect.
For a moment, he thought the witch would drop to the floor and crawl to him, already soaked, aching and wanting.
Draco squeezed her hand again, assuming it was just her nerves.
His father could get under anyone's skin quickly, after all.
Hermione shifted again but began talking.
Lucius briefly wondered if she’d be soaked enough for it to run down her thighs if he’d lift up her skirt and bent her over the dining table at that very moment.
He didn’t care about what she was rambling on about.
Instead, he hummed at the right moments, nodded occasionally, and asked just enough questions to keep the conversation flowing.
He was a natural at it, after all.
It was only at the dinner’s conclusion—dessert—that her chattering confidence began to waver.
Specifically, when Lucius’ tongue lapped out to clean the spoon of his house-elf’s homemade tiramisu.
She had been composed throughout the courses, valiantly trying not to let her eyes linger too long on her boyfriend’s father’s lips—whether he was licking a stray trickle of wine from them or absently tracing one of his long, pale fingers over his bottom lip.
The fingernails of her unoccupied hand dug neatly into her skin, leaving crescent-shaped imprints in the soft flesh—anything to distract herself.
But when a low hum rumbled from his chest, paired with his clever tongue savoring something as sweet as dessert... it was too much.
By the end of the dinner, her body thrummed with a deep ache she couldn’t suppress, her need sharp and undeniable.
Hermione felt only the faintest flicker of guilt for it.
"Excuse me for a moment, please." Hermione whispered, pushed back her chair and left her untouched dessert as she abruptly stood.
The movement caught the attention of both Malfoys.
One looked smug, clearly relieved that this dinner was nearing its end, while the other—her boyfriend—appeared deeply concerned.
“Are you alright, darling?” Draco asked softly, his voice low as his thumb stroked the back of her hand.
Hermione bit her bottom lip, nodded once, and left the table without another word.
Draco watched her retreat for a moment before turning sharply to his father.
“Did you really need to have the house-elves bring it?” he hissed, standing so quickly that his chair screeched against the polished floor, the sound echoing too loudly in the vast dining hall.
Lucius rolled his eyes at his son’s dramatics, his tone dry as he replied, “She’ll be fine. Do not fuss.”
Without a second glance, he returned to his dessert.
But Draco wasn’t having it. He was after Hermione in an instant.
Draco had thought that she had been upset about the elves.
In reality, her need—her arousal—had been spilling over. She had just needed something in her.
Because her cunt was wet and willing, her whole body screaming for attention.
It had never been this bad before, but since the last couple weeks, her body seemed to have a mind of its own.
Her fingers were buried deeply into her cunt by the time Draco found her.
He was bewildered but all concerns and questions left his mind as soon as Hermione moaned, grabbing him by his collar and kissed him hard.
„Just need you,“ she gasped, her skin on fire, throbbing with need as her lips seared his in another kiss.
Draco growled, waisting no time in hoisting her up to slam her against the wall of the hallway.
He was buried balls deep in her heavenly, tight core a moment later. And he fucked her right there, in earnest.
Hermione’s head was thrown back, her fingers carding through silver white hair she wished to be longer.
Draco muffled her moans with a hand clasped over her mouth but the mere thought that he might hear, was enough to get her closer to the edge.
Lucius finished his dessert with a long last lick, wishing for it to be something much more pink, soaked and swollen.
He had been thinking of tasting her, of utterly ruining that mud blood’s tight cunt, only so her body would not stop craving it afterwards.
Craving him.
As whispers carried soft, broken moans of her down the hallway, he reclined in his chair, fingers tightly wrapped around his wine glass.
Wet, squelching sounds of her arousal filled the air and it made him smirk.
Guess he had been right after all. She was absolutely drenched.
She was not startled because of elves, as Draco had put it, No.
She was startled by something else entirely. And it would bring him the highest of entertainments to play a game that would end in breaking her.
Sipping his wine leisurely, he listened to the sounds of his son fucking the Granger Mudblood.
Draco’s tongue licked over her swollen nub in a way that made her think of Lucius’ lush tongue at the dinner a couple days ago.
Sex with Draco was good.
He was a quick learner, paid attention to the way her body would arch for him whenever he played her just right, listened to her sounds of approval when he did something just right.
But there was almost always an edge that was missing.
She needed him most whenever she had seen Lucius.
Or spoken to him. Or simply being close enough to him to make eye contact that had her wanting to fall to her knees and let him fuck her mouth until he would bruise her throat and spill his release.
Show him how good she was, how deserving of his son and him.
A moan left her as Draco slid two fingers in her, curling them just right to rub against the spot that made her see stars.
Groaning, she glanced down, catching gleaming eyes of silver in the darkness. The resemblance to his father hit her with a fresh wave of arousal and she whimpered, edging him with soft plea’s.
„Harder..“, „More..“
Make it hurt. Make it take.
She wanted to scream it at him but fell silent, her back arching before she watched him again.
And then he smirked against her, looking so much like him that his name almost fell from her lips.
Draco fucked her to orgasm while her clit was sucked between his sinfully red lips, his own cock straining hard against the mattress of the bed they shared.
He barely gave her time to recover before he was fucking her in earnest again, caging her in and kissing her in a way that screamed how much he worshipped her.
Still, her body craved something her mind could not grasp.
When Draco finished inside her, he rolled over, tugging her to his side.
She could feel him start to leak out of her, and he only hummed as he hoisted her leg up over his, spreading her open on his thigh.
He quickly slipped two of his fingers back inside, making sure no more would leak out.
She snuggled closer to him, feeling the cool metal of his ring tease at her entrance. She wriggled down, until his signature ring was buried in her too. Only then did she sigh in content.
„Draco..“ She murmured after a while, glancing up to him, afraid he’d already driven off to sleep.
„Mmh?“ His lips pressed against her temple in a gentle kiss, his fingers gently curling inside her. She bit her bottom lip.
“I.. I just want him to like me,” she admitted quietly, „do you think he ever will?“
The fingers inside her stilled and she could feel his piercing gaze through the dark. His post orgasm mind could not grasp the intent and interest behind her question, only found her concern to be sweet and caring.
Draco’s face turned soft and he ran his free thumb over her cheek.
“I love you for worrying over that.. I think he’ll eventually come to terms with us, I promise. He was raised with different views of the world, but he’ll see you for the sweet lovely girl you are, darling. I promise,“ he whispered and felt the flutter of her walls around his fingers.
„You do love to be praised, don’t you,“ he teased, his voice lower, laced thickly with a rawness that he only had after fucking her. She blushed and hid her face in his neck.
„I truly hope he’ll approve of me,“ she whispered and crawled on top of Draco, his fingers slipping out in the process.
Instead, she slid over his half hard cock, already drenching him with their mixed arousal.
„Are you sure?“ she whispered, grinding down on him while she pressed open mouth kisses to his neck, „Tell me again.”
In a state like this, with a very willing, very naked witch on top of him (and Salazar forbid not any witch but Hermione Granger), he would say anything she’d wanted to hear.
„He’ll think of you like the good girl you are, Hermione,” he purred, moaning and begging her to finally sink onto him and fuck him.
And with a moan that got carried out of Draco's bedroom and down to his, she obliged to his wish.
Draco wasn’t expected back at the Manor until later that day, leaving her with nothing to do but wait for his return.
Her feet carried her through the hallways almost on instinct, following a path she had walked countless times before on her way to the kitchen—usually to make tea during late-night study sessions.
She took the longer route of course, the one that passed by his study.
She wanted to talk to him alone, without Draco speaking for her.
More than anything, she wanted his approval—not just of her relationship with Draco, but of her.
It would mean acceptance, an unspoken welcome into the family. And oh how she wanted to be part of their family..
The door to his study was open. Invitingly so.
Lucius sat by the fireplace, a book in one hand and a glass of Firewhiskey in the other.
Hermione lingered for a few heartbeats, absorbing a scene she had grown comfortably familiar with over time.
Just as she raised her hand to knock, to announce herself, his attention shifted to her, as if sensing her presence. Her heartbeat skyrocketed.
A pale eyebrow arched as his silver eyes gave her a cursory glance before returning to the book in his hand.
“Draco is away. He won’t return until evening,” he said, his tone dismissive, disinterest etched into every syllable.
Hermione swallowed hard, remaining rooted to the doorway, „I know, I just thought..“
Her stutter and visible unease drew a sharp inhale from him, his fingers twitching as though tempted to pinch the bridge of his nose. Salazar help him. When she failed to continue, his gaze snapped back to her, and with a sharp motion, he closed his book.
“Thought what, Miss Granger? That I’d enjoy your company and engage in some trivial chit-chat about books?”
The disdain in his voice was unmistakable, and she bit the inside of her cheek. Her body stirred in a way only he could awaken, an invisible pull coiling deep in her belly.
„I just want you to like me,“ she blurted out, her eyes shining with desperation, the hold on the door handle so tight, her knuckles turned white.
Lucius did not even look surprised. Because he wasn’t. He knew.
He regarded her silently for what felt like hours, his cold gaze dissecting her. Slowly, he set the book aside, a decision forming.
“For your sake,” he asked, his tone razor-sharp, “or for Draco’s?”
She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of her sweatshirt.
„For both,” she admitted quietly, closing the door behind her. Gods, she was so brave, was she not?
Lucius crossed one leg over the other, his fingers drumming idly on the armrest of his chair.
„You want my respect, is that it?“ he drawled, his eyes never leaving her.
It was pathetic for her to come to approach him, absurd that he’d ask him for it. Yet, as much as it was absurd, he couldn’t deny the flicker of amusement that ran down his spine.
Her eager nod told him everything he needed to know.
“Oh, but sweet girl, respect and approval are not simply given,” he murmured, his voice like silk over steel. “They are earned,” His eyes flicked pointedly to the floor, “meticulously worked for,” As his legs parted with deliberate intent, the meaning was unmistakable. “And then,” he continued, his tone dipping lower, “accordingly rewarded.”
The atmosphere shifted in an instant, as swiftly as the wingbeats of a golden snitch.
Her core throbbed in response, heat pooling deep inside her. She couldn’t help but wonder—did he really intended...
A fleeting thought of Draco made her hesitate, made her think if he was only joking, if he’d try to see how far she’d go.
To go running to Draco, breaking it to him. That she would kneel for the elder Malfoy.
Lucius acknowledged her hesitation with as much as lazy smile and a tilt of his head, “Cat got your tongue? In that case, I think you should put that clever little tongue to better use, dear.”
Her caramel brown eyes—now darkened with desire—dropped to where his legs had parted.
They landed squarely on the center of his crotch, where the bulge in his fly strained against the fabric, banishing all other thoughts from her mind.
He was aroused by this.
It was the final straw that broke her.
Barely holding back her whimper, the final sweet allowance spoken, she closed the distance. She could hardly contain her excitement, and it made his eyes gleam even more.
Lucius did not move except for his eyes tracking her. He lounged in the chair like a king holding court, legs spread wide, nonchalant posture, one pale long finger tracing his bottom lip.
He was glancing at her as if she was no more than a peasant. And bewilderingly enough, it made her throb even more.
Knees hit the floor, between his spread legs.
Hands trembled slightly, as she raised them up to his thighs.
A final hesitation, a final glance up to him.
A delicate, cunning lick of a thrill shivered down her spine. Silver eyes pierced her, a pale brow rising a single centimeter—the challenge and dare palpable.
He'd have her with that — her taking action, being an active part of this.
The tracing of his finger stopped briefly.
Slowly, with her breath held, he took her chin angling her face up. His thumb pulled her bottom lip down, nudging his way in her mouth just an inch.
She did not dare move.
He had her wrapped around his finger. Able to pull the strings, working her as his marionette and he was thriving with it. Salazar, he couldn’t remember a time where his cock had been this hard.
Knowing he was about to feel those lips, that mouth sucking him down, fully conscious this time.
A cruel smirk etched his face.
“Go on then, girl. Prove me your worth, Hermione. Show me how badly you want my respect and approval.”
She might have orgasmed right then and there. Simply by his voice.
Her fingers moved with a haste that had her frantic, so eager to get him out and have a look, a feel and a taste of him.
A muscle ticked in his jaw the moment he sprung free. His finger continued to slowly trace his bottom lip.
“Oh,” she breathed at the sight of him, the girth, the veins, the shape. He was beautiful. And bigger than Draco. Blood rushed to her cheeks and her thighs clenched in anticipation of imaging the way he’d not only feel in her mouth but inside her.
Lucius remained soundless, his eyes paying careful attention to her every move as if to memorise every little detail.
Afraid she’d say something to irritate him more, to make him change his mind, she leaned in closer, her tongue darting out, pink and clever to lick the bead of gathering pre cum off his tip. Probing. Testing how he’d react.
Except for the slightest jerk of his cock, he remained unmoving.
Not making a sound.
It only spurred her on more.
With a moan that broke from her, she wrapped her mouth around him, her lips stretching obscenely. There was no way she could fit him all in his mouth. Her hands wrapped around his shaft, the tip of her fingers barely touching as she encircled him.
Though no sound left his lips, the evidence of how much he wanted this was hard as a rock, between her lips.
She began sucking him in earnest, high on the taste of him, the feel of him, the smell of him. She would do anything for this man.
Lucius stared at the Mudblood witch between his legs, down on his knees, where she belonged.
He’d never had a woman suck him this enthusiastically before.
He had to give it to her — whatever Hermione Granger did, she did it with the intention to be best at it. And right now, he was taking full fucking advantage of that.
Her cunning little wet mouth worked him eagerly, with such intent to please that it made Lucius’ clench his jaw together hard. She was really fucking testing his control.
He had to play his cards well now.
“Take more.”
His voice was hard, cold, dripping with a mix of arousal and disdain, a dangerous mix that made her eyes snap up to him. He could feel the beginning vibration of a whimper around his cock.
The witch choked with him as he hit the back of her throat and after a couple attempts, she did as told, taking him deeper. But not for long.
For her throat was simply not used to having a cock this big down it.
Lucius almost crooned, “I thought you came here with an intent, girl. You approached me. So you take everything I decide to give you, is that understood?”
Her eyelids fluttered, her moan vibrating around him and she could barely nod before his fingers were buried ravishingly in her curls, moving her the way he wanted.
He was punishing, merciless and only serving himself as he fucked her mouth over his cock, taking no care of her gagging and choking. As tears spilled down her cheeks, her throat burning with the sweet abuse, finally a low moan was wrenched from his throat.
Merlin, the way she was so much better than when she’d been unconscious.
He stayed buried deep in her throat, until he could feel her convulse around him.
Fingernails dug in his thighs, painfully so, but it only heightened the pleasure for him. He was tempted to properly choke her on him, to watch her faint from lack of oxygen and it gave a sickly jerk to his cock, but that would not do.
Not when he could watch her take him. Shoving her off him, he watched a string of saliva cling to her bruised, spit slick lips, that connected her with the crown of his member.
The way she whined, the withdrawal too sudden and very much to her displeasure, brought a devilish smile to his lips.
„Now, tell me, Golden Girl.. how long have you craved me?“
His voice was a mere taunting whisper, as he pulled her face back to his crotch, watching her lips part eagerly.
He held her back, just out of reach, just because he could.
„Because I think.. right now, you are absolutely drenched for me,” as if to make a point, he tugged her hair sharply, sending electric stings of pain over her scalp that had her arch her back.
„Maybe even wetter than you get for my son…”
A soft degraded sob left her lips, having forgotten all sanity and dignity, only edging closer to him. Hermione was almost positive she was about to wake from a very filthy, very hot dream, only to find herself alone and aching in her bed.
But that did not happen.
„Ah, there lies the truth, hm?“ He fed her the tip of his cock again, watching her tongue swirl eagerly around him.
Caramel brown met pale silver. He smirked.
„I make you wetter than he does, is that so? And I don’t even have to lay a finger on you, girl,” he tsked and let her head bob up and down, engulfing him in warm, wet heat.
„Show me,” he whispered, angling his hips up to meet the movement of her head. He slipped deeper in her throat, a moan forming at his lips.
For Hermione, it was no option to stop sucking him. Not even for her own pleasure. And maybe, she could even cum from this alone.
Her hand snuck in her jeans, under her knickers to lather between her folds. Gods, she really was wet.
Gathering up some of her arousal, she withdrew her hand, all under curious silver eyes. Without stopping to suck him, she raised her fingers hesitantly up to his lips. To his sinfully red lips.
Lucius snapped her wrist with the speed a snake was poised to strike. His eyes gleamed. A saltiness filled her mouth as another bead of pre cum leaked right on her tongue.
„You are as filthy as your blood,” he hissed but opened his lips to suck her finger in between his lips.
She tasted like the sweetest nectar. Even better now. Hermione’s body shivered thoroughly, feeling as if her orgasm was about to approach even though he still was barely touching her.
He sucked her clean and Hermione whined at the loss as he let her hand drop from his mouth. He only stared at her, curling his fingers back into her hair.
„I’ll let you get a taste of me now.. and you’re not going to let anything of it go to waste,“ he drawled, his lips shining and wet with her and all she could do was moan around him. She had dreamed of tasting him for so long.
He fucked her mouth harshly then, snarling at her to suck harder, to do better, to show him how much she meant it. And when he stilled, his hips stuttering as he came, spurting load after load in a greedy mouth, he moaned.
It was a sight that would be engraved in her very soul.
He was panting only slightly, his spent cock falling from her lips as he pulled her off him.
She did not want it to stop.
„What a lovely chat, dearest. I think we ought to do that more often. It helps bind the family together, does it not?“
She only stared at him, dazed, and still utterly aching for him.
Chapter 3
Summary:
I don't even know what to say. This is just unhinged porn. That's all there is.
What started off as a one shot turned into.. this filfth BUT I'm just going with it and having fun.
Hope you do, too.
Notes:
Content Warning: incestuous thoughts/actions (but only through Hermione FOR NOW). Nothing too crass. But if you don't like - don't read! Totally fine :)
still mostly Lumione in thisI played a bit with the idea of them sharing each other at one point soo.. need something that leads up to this.
take care, lots of love and enjoyy!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Pale, long fingers ghosted over ripe thighs, parting them ever so slowly to bare her sweet pink cunt to him.
The young witch was fast asleep, sprawled on Draco's bed, green silk bed sheets wrapped around her soft body.
In darkness he approached, claiming what was his. What belonged to the Malfoy’s.
Because that’s what she was.
A Possession.
Her legs parted ever so invitingly, almost falling open on their own accord, welcoming him.
Her body still bore bruises from him, only glamoured to the eyes of others, but not to his. Never to his. For his cock grew even harder upon laying eyes on his marks that covered her body.
And the witch relished it. Begged him for it.
Lucius smirked as he crawled up her body, looming over her thighs like a dark angel.
Pale eyes caught a glimpse of white blonde hair, just like his own, only inches away from her.
His son had one arm draped protectively over her stomach, also fast asleep. The smirk on his face deepened as he cast a deep sleeping spell on Draco, ensuring he would continue to sleep.
The time for him to join was not right, not just yet ..
Lucius reached forward, tucking soft ashen hair out of the boy’s face before he leaned down and pressed a feather-light kiss to his temple, murmuring “sweet dreams, my boy,” to his alabaster skin.
A soft, content sigh left Draco’s lips.
He shifted his attention back to the witch, lowering himself.
Lips that had only been pressed to his son’s skin, now pressed to hers, tainting the innocent milky skin with something darker.
He was straining his pants already, eager to simply take and ruin her sweet young cunt but he needed to taste first.
She laid naked before him, her chest rising and falling with the soft rhythm of her steady breathing. Her nipples perked. He wanted to bite them until they were raw.
Inching up higher, to the very core of her, he licked his lips only once before lowering himself to her pink cunt.
She tasted of them.
Still leaking with Draco, their unison exploded on his tongue and he dug his fingers deeper into soft flesh.
Hermione sighed in her sleep.
She was utterly soaked in moments.
His tongue danced around her little bundle of nerves, still swollen and sensitive from her previous .. activities with his son that it brought a flicker of excitement to his abdomen.
He loved her overstimulated. Being on the verge of pleasure and pain. So close to tears. Oh, how he loved to ruin her.
Lucius, ever being the impatient man he was, brought two long, thick fingers up to her entrance.
His tongue sucked and licked on her clit while he slowly impaled her, stretching her tight channel.
And Salazar, no matter how often they fucked her - she was always so fucking tight.
He coaxed a new wave of arousal from her as he stretched her, never giving her a real break.
Whenever she was staying here – which happened to be rather often now – he had his way with her. No matter how hard Draco had already fucked her. No matter how sore she was. She had to take it.
Brushing against her sweet spot now had her whimpering in discomfort, her back arching ever so softly.
Silver eyes darkened further in the dimness of the room, only flooded by soft rays of moonlight breaking through the cracks of curtains.
His teeth grazed over her clit, eager to draw pain.
Whimpers mixed with moans, her pelvis starting to move on its own, rocking against him, chasing his fingers. She was always so responsive, always taking everything he chose to give her.
As if every minute of her being empty, of her not having his or Draco’s attention on her was a minute wasted. Her despair made him crave her all the more.
A third finger squeezed in alongside, adding a layer of pain to the stretch as he continued to assault her, licking, biting, sucking.
Her moans turned louder, a faint tremor erupting her body.
What a good girl.
He smiled against her, curling his fingers just right to coax her orgasm out of her, to bring her to her breaking point. But only to the edge. Only because she always begged so prettily.
“Fuck,” she moaned out, blinking, coming to consciousness.
Her hand trailed absently to his head, fingers weaving into his hair and he let her, for the sweet clamping of her cunt around his fingers was too fucking heavenly.
Granger woke, bewildered to find Draco snuggled up to her, her mind not wrapping around the fact how that was possible until – brown eyes darted to him.
Silver eyes gleamed, and he used that moment of realisation dawning to fuck into her hard, pumping his fingers with a speed he knew she couldn’t stand long before she’d break.
“Lucius?” Her voice was heavy with sleep and confusion, the moan that built in her chest ready to spill over. But being the clever girl she was, she swallowed it down, as not to wake him. Little did she know he’d only wake when Lucius decided it was time for him to do so.
“You can’t, he’ll wake up,” she whispered in concern but pleasure weaved into her voice like a cobweb. And not only her voice betrayed her but by the way she was bucking up to him, so close already, her body betrayed her, too.
“Be quiet, then.” He demanded, eyes narrowing.
He could. And he would. He unleashed himself then, his lips eagerly closing around her clit again, his fingers building a steady harsh unyielding rhythm of pumping into her lithe body, directing her straight towards her climax.
She was sore, her body spent but eager, coming awake at his touch.
She squirmed but he had her pinned down with his arm draped over her hips, strong and caging, leaving no room for escape. Her sweet whines and moans were music to his ears and he absently ground down against the mattress, pleasure coiling in anticipation in his belly to soon impale her on his cock.
His fingers grazed the hand of his son who held her, and his eyes flicked up.
Slowly, he traced a gentle caress along his son’s pointer finger, carefully weaving his finger into his.
Her thighs quivered, her breath coming in quick pants now, the pleasure beginning to tingle through her body. A soft tug on his hair. Oh she was about to climax.
“Look at him when you come.”
He hissed into her core and only waited a second for her to follow his demand. Her lips parted as she laid her eyes on her sleeping boyfriend.
A pretty flush bloomed starkly on her chest and neck, and with a gasp that left her parted lips, her body began to seize up.
Lucius did not falter.
If anything, his thrusts became more pounding, milking her for everything she had.
She was climaxing, her forehead pressed into Draco’s and the sight made Lucius smirk. She jerked with his continuing assault but knew better than to swat at his hand.
The one time she had dared to.. well she had learned from the consequences as she hadn’t been able to sit down for days.
Slowly, he withdrew, humming as he caught a shimmer of a tear running down her temple.
Crawling over her, he leaned down to lick the trace off, his own glistening lips leaving a fresh trace on her skin.
Adrenaline surged through her body as she beheld the towering man over her. Her legs were bent, Draco’s arm carefully draped to her side instead.
“We can’t... not here,” She whispered dazedly, but her body was pliant already, letting him move her the way he wanted.
“I assumed, we had cut the word can’t from your vocabulary, Hermione,” Lucius crooned and positioned himself between her legs, aligning his pelvis with the backside of her thighs.
“Because I can.. and I will. Now.. I want you to keep looking at him.. “ he nuzzled the side of her cheek playfully, as if sympathising, when in reality he was so far from it “while I’m going to fuck you.”
She was helpless, caged in and needing to be quiet.
But she ached for him, nevertheless, her walls fluttering around the emptiness. And somehow, he knew. With a cat-like smirk he lined up to her entrance, popping just the head inside her tight cunt.
“Ah!” she gasped and bit the inside of her cheek immediately after, her body tensing. Merlin, this was tight already but with the way she tensed up — his jaw clenched.
It was heaven, having the witch folded in two while he snapped his hips roughly forward, burying his thick length into her, filling her to the brim.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, a whine at the fullness and the stinging pain rolled over her.
Harsh fingers gripped her chin and angled her face to Draco, forcing her to watch as he set a rhythm that had her whole body jolting, “I said look at him, witch,” he snarled and with another whimper she obliged, even taking Draco’s hand and pressing soft kisses to his knuckles.
Her lips parted quickly enough again as Lucius pulled all the way out to snap his hips back, making her see stars. Sex with him was just.. it was so addictive.
She couldn’t imagine ever going without it again, seeing as her body already craved him again the second he’d pull out. The witch liked it best when she was stuffed full with either him or Draco, always having one of them on or even better inside her.
There were moments she dared to think of taking both of them at the same time while –
Her lips closed absently around Draco’s index finger, suckling the digit mindlessly in her mouth. In a weak attempt to muffle her moans, but also to have something in her mouth.
She had never minded giving head to boys before but ever since she’d suck him.. she was completely obsessed with it.
And as much as she loved it, he seemed to relish it too.
Taking every opportunity to have her kneel before him and stuff her mouth with his throbbing cock, effectively shutting her up.
But it wasn’t just Lucius she’d grown closer with.
Hermione had developed feelings for Draco, too. Whereas her obsessive little crush on his father had been initially stronger, she now couldn’t compare her feelings for father and son.
It was sick, whatever she was doing with them but.. she couldn’t stop.
Especially not when Lucius took advantage of every situation to do the most obscene and filthiest things. And maybe.. just maybe, it made her the wettest she had ever been.
Now, Lucius’ eyes bore down intensely, watching her pink spit slick lips suckle on his son’s fingers.
He slowed down, leisurely fucking her now. A low moan erupted from his lips as an idea popped up.
“Darling,” he nearly cooed, catching her attention immediately.
Whatever pet names he had for her.. only he could make them sound like a rebuke. He plunged in, stayed deep and bent down to her, making her even smaller than she was.
Hermione whimpered, fearing he might just split her in two.
“I am going to fuck you from behind,” he whispered, his voice a lazy familiar drawl, “and you’re going to occupy that mouth with something …bigger, hm?”
Smirking, he pulled out, her walls immediately clenching around the emptiness. Wide brown doe-like eyes stared up at him. Hesitantly, her gaze passed over his face.
“He’ll wake up,” she whispered, not daring to move or breathe.
The smile that crept on his face was devilish.
“He won’t,” he purred, kneeling on the bed, his hair disheveled, long strands of ash blond framed his face, falling like a halo down to his collarbones. He looked angelic.
Hermione was lost – she’d do anything this man would tell her to do.
“Now be a good girl and suck him off.. it is cruel enough he’s not part of the fun, is it not?” his eyes gleamed in delight and cruelty, before he unceremoniously hauled her back and turned her around.
He was met with the gorgeous sight of her backside, slender flawless skin, fit toned back that rounded up lovingly to her bum cheeks.
With as much as a groan, he pulled her ass cheeks apart, getting a good look at her puckered hole. What a delight.
Her arousal glistened in the dark.
His hard cock fitted snugly against her entrance but he took his sweet time - for once - to tease over her backside, sliding between her arse cheeks.
The way her breath hitched as he slid over her tight little hole, his tip almost catching on the rim, made his cock jerk.
One day, he would fuck her in her sweet tight little ass. Not now though. But he could.
And that’s all he wanted her to know. That he could because her body was his.
His big palm pressed down on her lower back, arching her up more for him. She tensed for a moment longer until he slid back down to her dripping cunt, plunging right back in her heaven.
“Oh fuck,” she mewled, clenching around him as if she’d milk him dry. Her thighs quivered against his.
Lucius stayed buried balls deep, his hands gripping her hips tightly enough to bruise and angled his head up, relishing the feeling of her fluttering walls around his cock. He had to admit.. as much as he had hated her, and he still fucking did, her cunt was quite a strong argument to keep her around.
His hand itched with the need to turn her ass cheek the same colour as her sinfully red lips.
Withdrawing his hand to let it crack down hard on her pale skin, he shivered at her pained cry but she immediately pushed her hips back, as if wanting more.
What a slut she was. But spanking her was for another time. He thrusted shallowly, staying deep, the blunt head of him rubbing against her sweet spot.
Gentle was the last word one would use to describe the way he fisted his fingers in her hands to haul her back up. Her back aligned with his chest.
Angling her face up, a sharp stinging pain that had her eyes water, shot through her scalp.
His other hand came to sneak around her body, gripping her chin. Slowly turning her face to him, he slid his thumb over her bottom lip.
There was a silence before Draco moved, catching their attention. It seemed as if with the withdrawal of her warmth, he was looking for her. How.. adorable.
Lucius watched his son turn onto his back, his pale torso now on full display. Lucius’ eyes softened as he allowed his gaze to linger. Only for a moment. With his eyes trained on Draco, he leaned to the shell of the witches’ ear to whisper.
“Are you enjoying this, darling?” the usual sweet pet name dripped with disdain and it only fueled her with humiliation, with white hot pleasure.
“Yes,” she whined, her pupils blown wide as if she was high on him. On them. On this whole situation. Her eyes desperately searched for him, her fingers twitching with the need to touch him, to hold him, to have more of him, more than he was ever going to give her.
He simply wouldn't let her. He did devour her, ravish her, worship her. But she craved something he wouldn’t be able to give her. And it made it all the more fun for him.
“Open your mouth,” he whispered, leaning in as if to kiss her.
He chuckled at the way she sucked in air, at the way her eyes turned so hopeful as to finally feel his lips against hers. She was always so eager for him to kiss her. But he would not.
That’s what Draco was there for. For the feelings, for the aftercare, for holding her and all that crap. But not him.
One last cruel smile was plastered on his face before he spit in her mouth, feeling her cunt tighten around him. She moaned and pushed forward, eager for more, desperately wanting to seal his lips in a kiss.
“Now, now..” he tutted, holding her at a distance and instead smeared his claim over her bottom lip. He could feel her gush around his cock, drenching him in her arousal.
“Show me how you suck his cock, girl,” his lips ghosted over hers and she whined, before he shoved her down.
She caught herself on her hands, panting and glanced at her boyfriend. This was all so fucked up.
But she did as told, Lucius taking mercy on her briefly and holding still for the sake of getting closer to Draco.
She felt his clever finger pay attention to her clit a second later, lazily swirling the little bundle of nerves. Her toes curled.
Hermione glanced at the sleeping Adonis Draco portrayed and slowly pulled the covers from his naked body, revealing all of him. She swore she felt the man behind her tense.
The faintest of jerks of his length inside her.
Her hands travelled over his thighs, inching closer to where he wanted her.
Draco was soft to her touch, but arousal quickly stirred in him, his body waking up, answering his lover’s touch.
A soft moan came from his lips - halting her. Lucius’ grip on her was tight as a vice.
“Get your mouth on him. Make him hard, please him,” something laced his voice she couldn’t make out in her sex drunken mind but she moaned and wrapped her lips around his half hard member.
Lucius picked his pace up again, fucking her in slow but deep rolls of his hip. Feeling Draco get harder and harder, filling her mouth out quickly, took her pleasure to a whole different level.
She was filled with both Malfoy’s, one fucking her, one inside her mouth. If she’d die now, she’d die a very very happy girl.
“Good girl,” Lucius murmured, keeping his eyes trained on her bobbing head and the way Draco’s lips parted softly.
A second later, he fucked her hard again, brushing her sweet spot dead on.
His praise was all the young witch needed to shatter.
She had already been so close to the edge, but his praise was the quickest way to break her.
With a moan that reverberated around Draco’s cock, she came, clamping his cock so hard that Lucius struggled to fuck her through it.
His hand came repeatedly down on her arse, flushing the skin a bright red colour. The sound only heightened Lucius’ pleasure.
The air was filled with slurping sounds, and the harsh slapping of skin meeting skin as Lucius resumed his pace, not once slowing down to let her recover, no.
She was going to take what he decided to give her. Her body trembled, her head feeling light and her mouth faltered to work around Draco but Lucius wasn't having that.
His fingers buried in the mass of thick curls, guiding her up and down Draco’s member.
A soft whimper of him weaved into her moans and it was a mix of sounds Lucius delighted in.
“That’s it, you’re going to make him cum, and you’re going to swallow every last drop.. only then will you get mine. Is that what you want, sweetheart?” His voice was tight, arousal stirring in his lower abdomen, his hold on her bruising.
Hermione could barely manage to whimper, faintly clenching around him.
“Good.” He murmured and watched her while he fucked, absently letting his thumb trace over her little puckered hole.
Her body was molten, relaxed, filled with hormones. It was easy for him to let his thumb sink into her little bum, only getting a feeling, only teasing.
She came up for air then, gasping and moaning, her whole body shivering. Huh. He knew she’d like that.
“I … I think he’s close now.. feels so good,” her voice was slurred, barely coherent anymore.
His lips parted in anticipation and he leaned forward then, releasing his thumb to come closer. His whole body was draped over her, covering her smaller frame.
“Make him come, Hermione,” Lucius drawled and sunk his teeth into her neck, biting, claiming.
The witch sucked Draco back in her mouth, taking him deep. Swirling her tongue around him exactly the way he liked she hummed and released one hand to fondle his bollocks.
It didn’t take long before Draco moaned loudly (Gods she loved how vocal that man was) and came, filling her mouth with his release.
Hermione swallowed greedily, before she let him plop out of her mouth.
A second later she was hauled up, her arms pulled tightly behind her back, arching her.
Lucius fucked her hard, relentless, with a new found strength that had her body explode in pleasure. Moaning shamelessly, she angled her head back, resting it against his shoulder.
“Fuck, your cunt,” Lucius growled, eyes trained on his spent boy’s body before he angled his face towards her.
“Let me taste,” he groaned, and without further thought, on the very brink of his own release, her lips collided with hers.
It wasn’t for the sake of kissing her, no. He wanted to taste it all. His tongue delved in her mouth, tasting sweet release, salty and musky.
His kiss was harsh, his teeth nipping her lip, almost breaking the skin as he ravished her. Hermione could barely hold up with him while he impaled her on him, for a couple more thrust before the knot in his lower abdomen pulled tight.
Spurting his release in her soft plush body, Lucius moaned, releasing his mouth from her as if burned to sink his teeth in a claiming bite into her neck.
His hips stuttered, pumping her full of him and with a single graze of his fingers against her clit, she shattered one final time for him, too.
Slowing down and catching their breaths, Lucius withdrew, watching trickles of cum seep out of her. He smirked.
He stood, glancing at the spent witch, who fell face forward, very much boneless to the mattress.
“How pleasant,” he crooned and pulled his pants back up before he lingered for a moment longer, simply taking them in.
A faint layer of sweat covered the witches body, new, angry red splotches and bruises already blooming, adding to the old ones.
There wouldn’t be a day where she wasn’t going to be covered in it. The witch reached limply out towards him, in a weak plea to make him stay.
He almost snorted.
“Cuddle up to Draco for he’ll get cold, darling.” And with that he was gone, as if he had never disturbed them.
But not before he lifted the sleeping spell on Draco.
As Lucius left the room, he heard his son stir, a sleepy hoarse voice carried to him, through whispers.
“Are you alright, love?” the sound of kisses followed. Rustling. Whimpers.
“Fuck, you’re soaked.. what have you dreamt of?” There was a smirk lingering in his son’s voice. Another moan of hers followed. The older Malfoy lingered as he listened to the sound of the witch’s squelching wet cunt. Being fucked again by his son.
Notes:
so..
HOW ARE WE FEELING ABOUT THIS??
Chapter 4
Notes:
hello everyone - before you jump in on this chapter - let me tell you something.
The world needs a bit more Malfoycest. If you don’t like - don’t read! ☝🏻<3
This is pure fiction, I’d never advocate this in real life ✌🏻But say hi to good boy Draco who sometimes also needs a little praising.. because don't we all.
Chapter Text
“Tilt your head back for me, Draco,” Lucius said lowly and watched his son oblige, stretching the column of his pale neck. His pulse fluttered delicately under thin skin.
“Good boy,” the elder Malfoy drawled, his fingers threading through wet hair as he spread the shampoo evenly. His son's Adam's apple bobbed, and a faint tremor ran through his body.
Lucius all but pursed his lips.
His son was sprawled in a silver clawfoot bathtub, bubbles covering most of his body, while his head rested over the edge to give Lucius space to sit beside him and wash his hair.
This had always been a sacred ritual for them since Draco was little. Nowadays, they only occasionally found time for it, but when they did, they relished the moment.
Draco sighed, his eyes fluttering closed as his father’s fingers worked along his scalp. He had missed this. The Malfoy men had always been... closer than what most would consider ‘normal’ for a father and son.
A love strong enough for a mother to become jealous of. And it had been just like that.
Throughout his childhood, Draco had always gravitated more toward his father than his mother.
Whenever Draco had woken up as a child, haunted by nightmares, he wouldn’t seek his mother out, but him. Seeking reassurance from his father. Whenever he had learned a new spell, he’d make sure to first show it to him. Whenever he’d hurt himself whilst playing outside, he tended to him.
It had always been that way.
Narcissa had always envied the way Draco idolized his father – so eager to make him proud, to bask in his approval.
The love a mother might expect from her son had always been reserved solely for Lucius. It was as if she’d only been there to give birth to him. When she abandoned them during his early teens, neither man seemed particularly bothered by her absence.
On the contrary, in her absence, their connection only deepened. Not that Lucius minded. Oh, no.
He had relished having an heir who resembled him so closely.
After all, he had loved his ex-wife for one reason above all–she had given him Draco.
Her greatest gift to him, at last.
It had all changed when Draco had sought him out in the middle of one night in particular, having been woken by a tremendous storm wreaking havoc outside.
He had been in his late teens already, but still sought his father. It was the only family he had left, after all. His only comfort.
Lucius had lifted his arm wordlessly, allowing Draco to sneak to his side, soothingly running his hand down his back.
The boy had fallen asleep for a good hour before something even more startling had woken him again.
Still half-drawn in sleep, he had grown hard, helplessly grinding against the one thing that would seek release—Lucius' thigh. Soft little moans had spilled from his lips as his fingers had cradled the warm body beside him.
Almost horrified, he had woken to find gleaming silver eyes boring into him. Both men had remained still for a moment.
And as Lucius had spoken in a soft, luring drawl about what a good boy Draco was, and that it was okay, Draco had picked up his movements again, his face buried, blazing with shame, in his father’s neck.
It was the first time Draco had spilled his release in his briefs, grinding against his father’s thigh.
They’ve never done more than that.
After all, Lucius had always wanted what was best for his son.
“So, Draco… it seems like you and Gran–” he cleared his throat and continued, “Hermione have become quite well acquainted?”
His fingers ran down to the base of his son’s skull, carding through silver locks before giving a single sharp little pull, as if by accident. He watched his son inhale sharply, dazed blue eyes blinking up to meet his own.
“Yeah,” he breathed out, letting his gaze linger on his father, who leaned a bit closer, towering over his younger heir.
Draco shifted slightly, his pupils ablaze.
Lucius moved to let warm water cascade down shampooed hair, rinsing his son’s hair as though he had all the time in the world.
“Father I know you are not too fond of her, yet I’d hoped,” Draco started and bit his bottom lip, “with time.. you might see the good in her.”
Lucius let his thumb trail from the base of his skull, down along the tender muscles on his son’s neck, craning his head aside in the process, “she’s trying so hard to make you like her..”
“Mh..,” he said as thoughtfully, grazing his pulse ever so faintly, “that she does.”
Lucius watched the grip of his son's fingers on the edge of the tub tighten, ever so slightly. The elder Malfoy smirked. After a minute of silence, Lucius spoke up again.
“I wonder, Draco,” he made a tsk sound and dug his fingers into the sore muscles of Draco’s slender neck once more. “Have you ever wanted me to hear you both? Let me hear how good she is for you? How thoroughly you please her?”
There was a menace, a mocking lace weaving into his voice – one that Draco knew too well, one his body instinctively knew how to react to.
His breath hitched. Just as Draco was about to reply, his father shut him up effectively.
“Fucking around like teenagers in hallways, only a few meters away from the dining table. Using every bloody opportunity to fuck her in places I can hear.”
Lucius gave another painful tug to Draco’s hair, before he angled his head further back, leaning down to graze his lips along the shell of his ear, “or maybe you want me to hear?”
With a satisfied smirk, he let go, straightening up and dismissively held a towel out for Draco.
“We’re done here.” He said, his voice cold again, gaze averted.
Draco sat with his mouth agape, except for the small whimper that left him as soon as his father had withdrawn his touch. “F-father,” he spoke up just as he rose from the tub, the cool air hitting his warm bathed skin, causing goosebumps to arise.
Steam evaporated from his still heated body.
Lucius wouldn’t look.
Quickly, Draco yanked the towel from him, wrapping it half heartedly around him and stepped towards Lucius, eager for his attention back on him.
“Father, I-” the younger man swallowed, one hand coming up to cradle his robes while he aligned his body unconsciously to the older ones.
As he pressed his hips forward, a moan left Draco’s lips, one that was quickly followed by a flushing blush.
Feeling his son’s arousal pressed close to him was all the confirmation Lucius needed. He did want him to hear. Fucked her so obviously in places he could hear.
Interesting.
“Hush, now, Draco,” Lucius spoke, eventually looking down at his son, who was only mere inches shorter than him but felt so much smaller now.
The elder cradled the nape of his son’s neck with his right hand, wordlessly pulling him closer, right into the crook of his neck. He let his own eyes flutter for a moment, relishing in the way he felt Draco exhale gratefully and snuggle closer to his warm skin.
Slowly, Lucius moved his right leg, nestling his thigh between his son’s legs. Draco moaned quietly, his hips stuttering once before carefully, almost shyly ground his hips forward, seeking friction from a man he hadn’t turned to in so long.
Draco began panting into his father’s neck, fingers clinging tightly to him, as he chased after his release.
“Missed this,” he whispered and pressed open mouth kisses to Lucius’ skin, kisses that had the elder groan lowly, his grip on his boy tightening.
Lucius hummed, leaning his forehead against his son’s, breathing in his sweet vanilla scent. It only took a minute more for Draco to start pleading, to start asking for something his father had denied him for so long.
“Please, father.. tell me,” the younger whispered, despair clinging to his voice as he shamelessly fucked the edler’s thigh, the need and urgency for his release overpowering any other coherent thought.
Lucius knew exactly what he was begging for. Pride and love spread in his chest and he only waited a moment longer, relishing the feeling of power he had over his trembling younger heir, before he helped him release.
“I’m so proud of you, Draco. You’re being such a good boy.”
It was all Draco needed to shatter.
Ever since then, it seemed almost too obvious.
The door would be left open, the sounds of shared breaths, of moans and grunts, of skin slapping against skin too loud to go unnoticed.
She loved it. Came harder and multiple times to the thought of him hearing them.
And it seemed as if Draco loved it, too. She considered it a tendency toward exhibitionism maybe, but whatever it was, she couldn’t get enough of it
It was one time where Draco fucked Hermione on all fours before him that Lucius had walked past his son’s bedroom.
Only faltering slightly, Lucius had turned, meeting Draco’s blue, pleasure blown eyes. Pale silver eyes took in the scene before him, allowing his eyes to wander down his son’s torso, down to her.
His eyes gleamed as he took her quivering body in, the way her curls tangled messily around the bedsheets, resembling a halo of brown curls.
“Fuck, gonna cum,” Draco groaned, doubling his pace and letting his hand come down beautifully on her backside. The sound of the slap echoed through the room, igniting fire in Lucius' eyes.
And with holding his father’s gaze, the younger heir climaxed, pumping the Mudblood full of his seed.
Lucius only smiled and went on with his way. As much as he was tempted to join.
The tip of Draco’s cock was nestled into her drenched folds, slipping along her entrance teasingly as Hermione rocked her hips back and forth. She was sitting in his lap, with her skirt up high, panties nudged aside for she could no longer wait to have Draco back inside her.
She was meeting him with the same urgency he displayed her.
“You gotta be quiet,” Draco whispered against lips that were already bruised and swollen and so pretty. Hermione smirked against his, tangling her fingers back into white hair before she reluctantly withdrew and looked around the living room.
“He’s not home yet, is he?” Her eyes gleamed with arousal Draco could only chuckle at. She really was a slut for it.
“I don’t know.” Draco whispered right back, his fingers digging harshly into her flesh, leaving bruises. As if they would care, anyways.
“Good enough for me,” and with that she rose, angling the tip of his cock so it aligned with her entrance and sank down, taking every last inch of his length.
Sighing, she extended her head, leaving her neck vulnerable. It was an invitation Draco took gratefully, his mouth latching onto milky white skin to cover it in bites, kisses and sucks.
“Fuck, yes,” he ground out, bouncing her up and down on him, forcing her to take all of him in a pace he set. How was she so bloody perfect? Draco lost himself in the writhing witch, absolutely drowning in everything that she was.
Their solitude wasn’t lasting for long.
“Children, children,” a voice tutted, announcing his approach.
Draco and her both froze, their attention snapping to Lucius. Draco jerked inside her, at the same time her walls fluttered around him.
With a smirk that could make the devil jealous, he lowered himself gracefully into a chair by the fireplace, facing them with only so much space between them. With the patience of a man not typical for a Malfoy, he tugged off his gloves, his eyes trained on them.
“With your tendency to exhibitionism, one might think you are begging for someone to watch,” the elder Malfoy angled his head aside, “which by all means.. go on,” he waved them off almost nonchalantly before he reclined in his seat, crossing his legs.
His cane was propped up next to him, right hand resting familiarly on the snake’s head. His pointer finger began a slow pattern of back and forth, his eyes boring into the view he was met with.
Two pairs of wide eyes stared at him only a moment longer, before Draco and Hermione looked back to one another. Their arousal couldn’t be denied.
“Draco, I–” she began, digging her fingernails in his shoulders. He only stared at her.
She could feel how hard he was, still buried in her. And judging by the way his cock jerked at the situation there were in.. fuck did he like this?
Hermione thought she might’ve just died and woke up in her most filthiest fantasy. She studied his gaze, as bewildered and filled with lust as her own.
In silent agreement, Draco dug his fingers back into her flesh, helping her to rise and lower herself. His eyes ever so fleetingly passed over to familiar pale ones. Lucius’ eyes grew darker.
“More, Draco,” came her soft plea, a plea that brought a sick gleam to ignite in his father’s eyes. As if in challenge, he angled his head aside.
“Do not hold yourself back on my behalf. You seem fine enough with leaving every fucking door in this Manor open, so.. no need to turn all shy now.” His voice was biting and cold, his chin rising an inch.
Draco let out the softest of whimpers before he turned his attention back to Hermione and did as told.
He began to fuck her, hard and fast, just the way she liked. Her pleasured cry made Lucius’ cock throb in neglect, but he only palmed himself briefly.
“Gods, yes,” her moans flooded the room, her thighs quivering all too familiar and Lucius knew she was about to cum.
“Stop.”
His command froze them and Lucius’ couldn't deny the hot white blinding pleasure that tugged in his lower abdomen at their desperation to obey him.
“Turn her around, Draco.. I want to see properly. I bet she doesn’t mind, do you, darling?” He crooned, and watched her body tremble in an attempt to contain her arousal, to contain how much she wanted him, too.
It was the sweetest form of torture.
Draco almost hesitantly seeked out her approval but she was already lifting herself off him, to turn around. Draco’s eyes gleamed with surprise but also with much more.. delight.
Both faced Lucius now. Her legs parted, her arousal so slick and wet and glistening on both of them. Lucius was silent, simply watching, his face impassive.
Upon meeting brown eyes, he couldn't help the faint twitch of his mouth. Her eyes spoke volumes.
As she positioned himself over his son, it brought Lucius’ attention down to where they were to merge. With a soft moan, she lowered herself, impaling her body down onto Draco’s cock.
“Better,” Lucius murmured and hummed quietly to the squelching sounds of her cunt getting stuffed with a pureblood cock. Whining, Hermione leaned her head back, eager to have more, to take more, more, more.
Oh but what plans he had for her. She’d only have to wait a little longer.
“You come inside her, Draco?” Lucius' tone was almost clinical, tinged with boredom as he spoke.
Both whimpered now, their movements becoming erratic, as if wanting to give him a better show, wanting to please. Gods, how he loved it.
“Y-yeah, almost every time, she’s- ah fuck, do that again,-” he groaned as she clamped down on him, “she’s insatiable. Merlin!”
Lucius and Hermione’s eyes met, a full on smirk etched on his features now. Oh, he knew. And she knew, too. Draco was about to know just how insatiable she was.
“Good.. she ought to leak with it. Fill her until she can’t take anymore.. get her full and stuffed with pureblood’s seed.” Agitation mixed in his voice, for the first time now, the pattern on his cane faltering slightly. He was rock hard.
“You’d love that, sweet girl, would you not?”
His direct attention at her and the way Draco fucked just right against her sweet spot, had her shatter. She clenched so hard that she almost pushed Draco out, before she sucked him back in and moaned in pure bliss.
Lucius watched intently. Seeing her from this perspective brought a whole new... light to it. Fuck, if it was not mesmerizing.
Draco fucked her right through it and then continued to fuck her.
Continued. To fuck. Her.
She was whining in overstimulation, her thighs attempting to shut closer, her little stubborn face shaking as it all became too much. Lucius' face lit up with delight. In this light, he’d even consider her beautiful. Fucked out on a pureblood’s cock.
Draco sensed the emotions on his father’s face and moaned.
His hands spread Hermione open wider, before he fucked up into her small frame, setting a merciless peace, while having his eyes trained on Lucius. The girl was too dazed, too fucked out to hear any more of their conversation.
“That’s it Draco, go on and fill her up.. good boy,” pride laced his voice, a rare thing, and with a final thrust and a guttural moan from Draco, his son climaxed in the young witch.
Both bodies slumped, heavy breaths filled the thick air.
Lucius reclined in his chair, restarting slow patterns on his cane. What a good fucking show. He let his gaze linger for a minute longer.
“How lovely,” he almost purred and stood up, long strides carrying him quickly over to the fucked out couple.
Bending down to press a kiss to his boy’s temple, he simultaneously stroked some strands of curly hair out Hermione’s face. The witch perked up, blinking and looked at him with wide eyes.
“It seems like she does have some... useful purposes. We’ll see.” And with that he left the two of them, heading straight back to his study.
It only took another hour for her to come to him.
With Draco off at Quidditch practice, she should have gone home. But, of course, she couldn’t resist crawling back to him. It had only been a matter of time.
He was barely able to get a word out before she had dropped down to her knees, frantically working at his belt. He chuckled at her urgency, angling a thumb underneath her chin to raise her head up to him. Her hands faltered, only briefly, as she met his gaze.
“Easy, there..” he hummed, though his cock already strained against its confinements.
He hadn’t spent any energy to get himself off after that little show, knowing she’d come around to do the job. Ever the pleasing and reliable little girl.
“Have you enjoyed having both of our attention on you?” his voice was merely a whisper, clipped tight as he towered over her.
The young witch exhaled shakily before she slowly nodded her head. One hand of his curled around her nape, pulling her closer, while the other moved from her chin to undo the rest of his pants.
“Words, girl.” He chastened with a soft tut and freed his throbbing member, slowly bringing the red tip of him to her lower lip.
“I h-have,” she mumbled, her tongue so very eager to finally taste him. But she sat still, waiting for him. Lucius' face stretched into something resembling a smile. Deliberately, he coated her bottom lip in his arousal.
“It seemed like it,” he crooned as her fingers dug into his thighs, eagerly sinking in. So keen. “Considering how wet that pink little cunt was..” Despite her being anything other than innocent, he delighted in watching her cheeks flush.
“I don’t understand how Draco-” she whined as he nudged his way into her wet mouth, slurring her speech, before withdrawing.
She needed a moment to collect herself, her senses overwhelmed by him. “How is he okay with it, I-”
The tall wizard grunted, one hand leaning on the door while the other nudged her mouth forward.
He was not gentle, taking her mouth. With one hard thrust, he fucked into the warm heat, needing a release that had been denied for too long.
The girl moaned around him, her mouth opening to let him in.
Molten, silver eyes bored into her watering ones as he claimed her mouth his, “oh, you see, Granger, Draco would do anything to please his father..” a wicked smile appeared on his face.
“And as you well know, he is always so eager to please..” she choked with one particular hard thrust from him, before he stayed buried deep in her convulsing throat.
Panic began to show in her dove-like eyes and only when her eyes fluttered with the lack of oxygen, did he withdraw.
She barely had time to catch her breath before he had hauled her up and spun her around to meet the hard door. Her pants were discarded in less than a second.
Not fully soaked, but still wet enough with her and Draco’s release, Lucius impaled her on his cock, eager to claim her his again.
A hiss escaped her mouth and she tensed around him, a stinging sensation shooting up her spine at how sore she was.
“Soon enough, Golden Girl, you’ll be ours to take,” his breath ghosted over her flawless skin, teeth grazing her sweet spot as he fucked her mercilessly, chasing his own climax more than he cared for hers.
“Draco is going to share you properly.. and then we’ll both have our ways with you. You’ll be stuffed with not one but two pure blood cocks, how’s that sound?” he mocked, his hand coming down sharply on her ass, causing her to cry out.
The witch’s cheeks were wet with tears, her body shivering under his sweet taunting. He spanked her other cheek until he was content with the burning hue of her skin.
“Y-yes, please,” she panted out, her voice merely a slur.
“You’ll stay around here all day and be of free use for us, to fuck, to breed whenever we wish to,” his voice grew tight, arousal now thickly layering.
“The Malfoy’s perfect little cock slut..” His hand that had merely seconds ago abused her ass cheeks, came to grip her curls, yanking so her head was extended.
His lips were now close to her throat, and he hummed once before licking a fat stripe up the column of her neck.
“Tell me how much you want that,” he whispered as he buried himself harshly back in her, the tip of his cock grinding dead on against her sweet spot.
His other hand quickly found her bundle of nerves and, ghosting a finger over the swollen nub, she arched more into him, driving him even deeper.
“Want it so much, oh fuck-,”
Merlin, he did enjoy how quickly and utterly gone she was for him. He was in complete control and he loved every fucking minute of it.
“Show me by coming for me, girl,” he spoke, circling her clit with two fingers, slow and deliberate, “all over my cock.”
Her body twitched as if possessed, as if she couldn’t decide whether it was too much or not enough, a constant battle. But he’d choose for her. Of course he would.
He coaxed her higher and higher, his pressure unrelenting, unyielding, inevitable for her orgasm to build.
It was in his hands now, her climax, her sanity, all of her wants and needs. The little moans that escaped her were almost luring him in, along with the flutter of her cunt’s walls around him, sucking in him deeper as if to never let go again.
She was so close. He slowed his movements, being the bastard he was and nudged her cheek with his nose. The frustrated whine that left her made his cock, if possible, even harder. He slowly pulled out and fucked back in.
Again and again.
“Maybe you don’t really mean it if you can’t even come huh?” he mocked and bit in her cheek before he listened to a cascade of pleas and crying and begging and – fuck he didn’t ever want it to stop.
Her agony spurred him on, his balls drawing so tight that he was on the verge of letting go and releasing in her. But he wanted to feel her cunt flutter around him, gripping him like a vice.
So he focused on her clit again, his fingers moving cleverly and precisely to bring her just right up to where he wanted her.
“Say thank you,” he growled, pinching her little bundle of nerves as his own orgasm built. The cry that left the little witch’s mouth, her shattering thank you and the feeling of her body sucking him in and clamping down on him so tight he might’ve seen stars, made his cock release its seed.
With a grunt himself, he spilled in her, fucking every last drop in her to make her take.
He only stayed as long as his cock jerked with his orgasm. Once done, he pulled out, moving to dress himself again.
Hermione managed to turn around to him and slumped down, her legs not able to hold her anymore. Dazed eyes lingered on his, watching the older Malfoy saunter off to his chair where he settled down into.
A second later, a glass filled with Whiskey was placed in his hand, and with a gleam in his eyes, he took a sip.
He watched his seed leak out of her. With his lips pursed he couldn’t help but think what a waste it was to have him seep out of her.
Chapter 5
Notes:
still sick at home :( but - what better time to write another filthy chapter.
hope you enjoy. I know Lucius is still an arse in this but.. I can't stop.Thanks for reading you lovely people and now onto another unhinged chapter!!
CW: if someone still needs it.. but if you're still here to read - well you know what's coming. This contains anal play + sex between Hermione and the two Malfoys :))))
Chapter Text
The first time Draco deflowered her cute, little ass was drunk on the dining table.
At least, he believed he was the first. But since a familiar – albeit older – Malfoy had already laid claim to that particular experience, it still remained in the family, so – technically – it counted, right?
Hermione was sprawled across the dining table, her fingers tangled in strands of silvery hair, as the chime of the longcase clock struck 3 a.m.
Draco was buried balls deep in her little puckered hole, barely managing not to spill.
Again.
When they had returned home from Theo’s birthday party, that cunning little witch had worked him up so much he had no choice but to take her right there, pressed up against the door.
And when he caught sight of the dark oak dining table bathed in moonlight he knew for sure that he was going to devour her drenched pink cunt right then and there.
Her giggles had echoed through the hallway, thuds and stumbling joined as Draco had manoeuvred them to the dining room.
“Vile little thing, wearing this,” Draco had whispered, still buried inside her as he’d walked them over and tugged on her way too short dress, “teasing me all goddamn night.. and everyone wanted a bite.”
He’d growled, eyes gleamed with a possessiveness she’d thrived for.
Merlin, yes.
Ever since Hermione got a taste of both Malfoy’s, it seemed as if they’ve poisoned her very mind - being without one for too long threatened to physically hurt.
And she had yet to have them both, and the thought alone made her -
“Salazar, your cunt -“ Draco had grunted out between his teeth, unceremoniously settling her down on the table to sear her lips in a devouring kiss.
Draco kissed her as if he was a drowning man, finally reaching shore.
He’d take her breath away with the fire and possession he laid bare in almost every kiss and Hermione could get high on that alone.
“Yet, you’re the one who takes me home, Draco..” She had replied eventually, her words laced with a faint slur, her heated body meeting the cool, polished surface of the dining table.
His smile was unmistakable, pressed against her lips, a tangible curve of wicked intent.
He looked utterly debauched – hair tousled, eyes shimmering with a passion as untamed as the starlight spilling through the windows, casting them in the glow of the wild, endless night.
“Home to me and him..” he’d whispered, silver meeting brown as he lowered himself to his knees.
She was a beauty–one beyond the reach of words, beyond anything he could summon to do her justice. Laid bare, she looked ethereal, a vision that seemed almost otherworldly.
And she was theirs.
Her delectable milky white thighs had quivered as he’d ghosted his fingers over them and as much as he’d tried to tease – the urge to drink her in, to eat her up overwhelmed him almost every time.
Today had been no different.
Pink, swollen lips had met a pair of others and his tongue made quick work of tasting them both on her.
Though the greedy little girl had started arching her spine off the hard table, soft pleas of how much she needed him inside, already leaving her lips.
And who was he to deny her a thing.
Every wish had been read of her lips as he’d plunged two of his long clever fingers inside her - not as thick as his - but just as sufficient.
And then his tongue had lapped below his fingers.
Tasting her there for the first time.
The soft hitch of her breath had been his undoing.
He’d worked her up nice and slow, his lips wrapped back around her little bundle of nerves.
A delicate sheen of sweat glistened on her skin, her chest rising and falling in quickened rhythm.
Draco thought he could watch her like this for the rest of his life.
Just as he was about to push into her, she gasped and squeezed his hand.
His cock was straining already but he paused.
Quite frankly, he was powerless to her –to the way she moved, the way she existed, as if she were gravity itself, and he a helpless planet caught in her orbit.
If she wished for the stars, he’d pluck them from the night sky without hesitation.
“Kiss me,” she had whispered so sweetly, that the younger Malfoy wasted no time in catching her lips with hers.
She’d met him with the same need, her fingernails digging into his body, her nostrils flaring as she’d inhale him.
A desperation had clung to her, that made Draco about to lose his mind.
And so he had kissed her.
With a hand wound up in her mess of curls, so he could angle her face the way he wanted, he had not only kissed her but claimed her, marking her undeniably his.
Her smile had been as drunk as his then.
“Now – fuck me, Malfoy.”
He didn't need to be told twice.
With movements as gentle as to not hurt her, he had stretched her out for him to sink all the way in. And as tight as her cunt had been - her ass was something else entirely.
So that’s how Draco ended up fucking Hermione’s ass on the dining table, in the middle of the night.
Unfortunately - or maybe rather fortunate - Lucius was a very light sleeper.
He woke to the sound of screeching, accompanied by laughter and moaning.
A combination he wouldn’t have thought to wake up to in the middle of the night.
With a groan that twisted his face into a sneer, he followed it down the stairs to the dining room.
And what he beheld there, made him still for a second.
As much as he enjoyed having the sole focus of the witch on him – watching her getting fucked by his younger heir, by another Malfoy, ignited a sickening twist of pleasure in his lower abdomen.
He crossed his arms over his chest casually leaning against the doorframe, the robe he had thrown over glinting in silver and green. He was naked underneath.
“Is there anywhere in this fucking Manor you haven’t had each other?”
His voice was low, thickened by the late hour. Two heads snapped toward him, but they didn’t stop what they were doing.
Nowadays, they never did.
If anything, Draco thrust harder, evoking a moan from her that echoed through the vast halls.
“It’s the middle of the night – some people might prefer to sleep instead of being woken by a horny, pathetic pair of fucking teenagers.“
His voice was hard and cold and instead of them feeling chastised, both seemed to flush, eyes widening with lust.
He scoffed and turned on his heel, about to walk back to bed.
“Wait!”
Both exclaimed, causing him to still. A dangerous, slow smile spread across his face but he did not turn around.
“Yes?” His voice turned sickly sweet, though he did not deign them more attention than this.
“There’s one place we haven’t...” Draco trailed off, his eyes skimming his father’s back profile, his hips stuttering briefly as he sunk back in his witch.
“Your bed,” Hermione finished for him, gasping when she was filled out again, her back arching for Draco to slide even deeper.
A laugh, dark and menacing tore through the air. Was this a pathetic way of asking him to let them fuck in his bed?
“Do you really believe I’d let you two, both drunk and utterly wasted, in my bed?”
He tutted and slowly turned around. Draco had picked up his pace again, one hand disappeared between them, slowly caressing her bundle of nerves.
Her hand was outstretched toward the elder Malfoy, a silent question.
Lucius every so casually sauntered over to them, coming only to a halt once he saw Draco was fucking her ass.
Oh? What a delight.
He let his eyes linger on the point of their joinment, watching as her body greedily sucked him in. His eyes slid briefly, knowingly, to hers.
He found her already looking at him, eyes ablaze.
“By the time I invite you in my bed,” he began, looking down at the sprawled out witch before glancing up to his son to move some of the mess of hair out of his face, “it won’t be to watch but to join.”
She moaned, and clenched around Draco, eager to have something else in her, too.
Draco jerked inside her, so ready to spill, to fill her up again.
Lucius let his hand wander to the nape of his head, gripping soft silver hair painfully to angle his son’s face up to him.
His thrusts faltered only slightly. He could feel the witch’s eyes on them.
“As tangled into each other as you are.. I doubt you are willing to truly share, aren’t you, boy?”
He was provoking on purpose now.
“Having my mouth on her, my hands,” he murmured, letting the fingertips of his free hand ghost over the trembling skin on her thigh, barely touching, “it would not only be your cock filling her up, but mine, too.”
He knew she was about to cum from his words alone. The way she moaned, the way her toes curled and her thighs quivered. He knew.
“But, of course we’d share,” he honed, “she’s got more holes to fill than we both are in number,” his smile was devilish, his fingers now daring to dance dangerously close up to her nipples.
Draco was looking at him with pupils blown as if he was high, his fingers gripping her flesh so it would bruise later.
He was about to fill. her. up.
“Cat got your tongue, Draco?” His grip on his son’s hair loosened evoking a moan from the younger Malfoy that brought a delight to flash in Lucius’ eyes, before he let his thumb travel towards the corner of his lips.
With a deliberate pull, he opened up his mouth, as if to see if he truly got his tongue twisted.
With another flick of his thumb over her nipple and a following sharp pinch, Hermione fell apart, shattering loudly and clenching Draco in a vice-like grip that left him briefly immobile.
Lucius paid her no attention.
“Fill her up, Draco. Be a good boy and come,” Lucius groaned over her moaning, watching Draco’s lips close momentarily around his thumb giving it a slow nip, before he withdrew his touch.
With another harsh thrust, Draco stilled, pumping his seed in her arse. Lucius barely caught the soft “I would, father,” that left his rosy lips.
Barely, but he did.
And with that, Lucius had everything he needed.
Bodies trembled, lungs gasped, and eyes consumed each other. Their hands intertwined.
Just as he was about to turn and leave, her hand shot out, grabbing his waist – a daring move she wouldn’t usually make.
But perhaps the alcohol running through her veins had made her just this much more wicked.
“Wait, please,” her voice was hoarse just like it was after he’d fucked her throat until tears streamed down her face.
Silver brows rose, “what?”
Her eyes glanced over to his son, a silent question.
Draco’s fingers trembled slightly and Lucius did not care if it was in eagerness or hesitation.
“Let me.. ,” she started, squeezing Draco’s hand as her gaze fell down to his crotch.
“She wants to show you how good she can be,” his son finished for her, a thread of pride carrying his voice. Oh if he didn’t know already.
It caught his attention nevertheless.
How eager. How direct.
He licked his lips once. As if she hasn’t proved that, already. But Draco did not know that. The smile on his face grew.
“If you’re still tight enough,” he was being cruel out of spite. He knew that no matter how often he’d fuck her, that witch was always fucking tight, milking him just so wonderfully thorough.
He also knew that it got her soaking wet in less than a moment.
Not that she’d needed it now when she was leaking with him, but still.
A soft whimper left her lips as she nodded and ran a hand through Draco’s hair, turning her dove eyed gaze to her lover.
Lucius sighed.
“Come with me,” she whispered against Draco’s lips and kissed him once before she managed to get up from the table.
Standing on wobbly knees for only a second, she took Draco’s hand in hers and glanced down at his.
He merely raised an eyebrow and clasped his hands behind his back.
He swore she winced. He smiled.
“Lead the way, then,” he angled his head aside, watching her.
Draco’s thumb moved over the back of her hand.
Salazar was she ready to drop to her knees right then and there – she always had that look in her eyes.
To hell with it, she’d crawl if he wished to. Her eyes never left his, as she walked Draco back over to the nearby lounge.
Lucius followed, each step deliberate.
They smelled of Firewhiskey, musk and sex.
An intoxicating mix he thought, as he settled down on the sofa, watching her. Though she was clearly trying to lead, he’d never let her.
For once, because she fucking loved to submit every fibre of her being to him and he relished that , but.. There simply was no other way he fucked.
For the sake of Draco being with them though, he’d let her. Just this once.
The way her eyes gleamed was confirmation enough that she knew he’d only allowed this once. For the sake of Draco joining.
A lazy smile was etched on his face, his arms spread out on the back rest. He was the embodiment of nonchalance.
Slowly, Lucius opened his night robe, the rigid hardness of his erection the only proof of how much he was enjoying this.
Hermione’s lips parted as she beheld his naked body, always so eager to taste him, to have him in ways she so rarely got the chance to but she knew sucking him off wouldn’t suffice this time.
Not when he could have her cunt instead.
So, with a soft whine, she turned around, her soft plump arse right in his plain view before she parted her legs and settled in his lap.
Draco was right in front of her, kneeling between his father’s legs, his dark eyes solely on her. Their chests were touching, as she sat on his lap.
Spreading herself over him.
She was leaking with his son. From both holes.
Lucius’ fingers twitched, but he wouldn’t touch her just yet.
Her ruined body made his cock twitch, made an urge pool in his lower abdomen that screamed at him to give her the very rest, to break and take her to a point she wouldn’t come back from.
He would. Eventually.
Hermione’s body felt as if she was in free fall.
Though Draco had just fucked her very thoroughly, made her sore with it despite how wet she was, she was filled with adrenaline to take him so shortly after.
Her fingers cradled Draco’s face, lifting his angelic face up to her and – the smile that broke on her face was out of this world.
She was about to have both – at the same time.
Not the way she truly wanted to – having both of them inside, at the same time – but this would be enough. It was already more than she could ever have dreamt of.
Draco’s kisses and hands were on her, cradling her like the precious thing she was to him, while Lucius would ravish her body in ways only he could, ruining her in the most pleasant way.
“Okay?”
She whispered against Draco’s lips and the eager nod she was met with was all it took for her to catch Lucius’ tip with her entrance and slid down on him in one go.
She’d been opened up enough. A moan tore through her, one that Draco swallowed greedily with his lips while the man behind her only hummed quietly.
Lucius was never vocal except for his words. It made her all the more eager to work for it.
She worked her cunt open to accommodate him, taking in his wider girth.
Draco’s tongue danced with hers, the sound of kissing and fucking filling the room and Hermione thought that this must be heaven.
She couldn’t imagine anything else.
She moved quickly, building a rhythm she knew he liked - hard and fast - and clenched around him every time she sat fully on him, making sure that he enjoyed it.
She was rewarded with the roughness of his hands coming down to squeeze her ass cheeks, to open her up for him so he could see her better.
One hand kept spreading her open while the other landed a harsh crack on her white skin. She cried out, tightening around him even more.
This time, he groaned.
“How’s it feel, love? Good?” Draco murmured, his fingers moving greedily over whatever inch of her he could reach.
“ So .. good,” she moaned out and kissed him hard again, stealing his breath now as the sound of his hand smacking her skin echoed around them.
She felt as if she was on fire. Her skin burned with an addictive mix of pain and pleasure, threatening to pull her under into a bliss she yearned for.
Her muscles started to burn with the rhythm she had set, the skin of her ass a blinding pain now, but the soothing caress of his hand, the implied good girl behind it was worth it all.
One hand of her moved behind, grasping the elder one’s and squeezing once.
Lucius let her hold his hand for a moment as he watched her open around him to swallow every inch of him into her tight body again.
Hermione wanted to kiss them both. Wanted him to be as close to her as Draco was to her.
It was a yearning that only fueled her pleasure.
Draco pulled back, panting and glanced over her shoulder to find his father staring at them.
“Still fine with sharing, my boy?” his father’s voice carried his usual drawl, one that pricked the skin of the back of his neck.
Draco leaned forward, about to press his lips to the juncture of her neck, “yeah.. she looks amazing like this.”
The witch between the two Malfoy men moaned in another wave of pleasure, her eyes threatening to roll back in their sockets.
The only response he got was his father’s smirk.
Draco’s hands were all at once. Pinching, flicking, caressing, sending shots of pain and pleasure through her that made the walls of her cunt flutter fucking deliciously around Lucius’ cock.
“Hold still.”
Long, pale fingers buried into the flesh on her hips, holding her moving pelvis still.
He sat up, aligning his chest with her back, allowing their skins to melt into each other, if only briefly.
“You’ve more to offer than this, haven’t you, girl?” the elder’s voice trailed over the skin of her neck, causing goosebumps to rise.
Hermione pushed back into his touch, feeling as if anywhere he didn’t touch her, her skin was searing with need.
Draco moaned shamelessly into the other side of her neck and met silver eyes, “Malfoy’s take what they want, father. It’s what you’ve always preached. She’s more than willing to offer,” there was a huskiness to Draco’s voice, a low promise that made his grip on her tighten.
Wicked pride shone in his father’s eyes.
“Isn’t that right, darling? One Malfoy is not enough for my greedy little girl, huh?”
Hermione was surely going to pass out.
Whatever possessed Draco, if it was the alcohol or the haze of his post-orgasm, or this, she did not care.
She only knew that she wanted it, badly enough to do fucking anything.
“Y-yes, please, I-” she stuttered, causing Draco to smile as he nipped at the skin of her neck before he trailed open mouthed kisses up to her ear.
“Shh, love, let us give you what you need,” he cooed, locking eyes with his father again, who looked at him like he was the heir he had always wanted.
Draco’s spent cock twitched again at the appraisal, hopelessly lost to his body’s reaction.
Her body felt momentarily empty as the elder Malfoy pulled out, only to position himself mere inches behind her cunt.
In one quick slide, Lucius claimed her ass, still slick with his son’s come.
“Fuck!” her small body jerked with the soreness that had started to build from Draco’s previous fucking, but Lucius paid it no mind.
He moved her up and down his length, all the way until only the tip caught her little puckered hole to then let her drop back down on him, allowing gravity to do its work.
“Now that’s a good girl,” Lucius whispered and finally moaned, as he made her fuck him, his balls drawing up tight.
Tears welled up in her eyes from the overwhelming presence of it all, from his praise, which eventually spilled from her, only to be kissed away by Draco.
A brief look of worry cast over his face but was gone when she hauled him to her and kissed him again.
“I’m gonna come, oh god,” her speech was so slurred that Draco could barely make it out.
Grunting, he moved his fingers down her body, sinking them back inside her heat, two at once.
He watched Hermione’s head fall back in pure bliss, her mouth hanging open, eyelids fluttering, looking positively possessed.
She was most beautiful like this, Draco thought and claimed her mouth again, not caring if she was too far gone to kiss him back properly.
And with the elder Malfoy fucking her ass and the younger kissing her and touching where she needed it most, she fell apart at their hands, her body convulsing around both men.
She cried their names out so beautifully that Draco forgot to breathe.
Her body seized up in her climax and went limp. Only when she collapsed in his arms, catching her, did he himself come back to his senses.
“Hold her like this,” his father gritted out, glancing briefly at him before he lifted her up and began to fuck into her the way he needed to.
Punishing, hard, wild and merciless.
Draco could only watch, cradling her head and whispering sweet nothings in her ear as he let his father have his way with her.
“Salazar, she is delectable, Draco,” his voice was tight and it took only a couple more thrusts of him before he spilled, adding to the mess his son had already spilled in her.
“She is,” his younger heir smiled into the mess of curls and pressed a kiss to her unconscious body.
Lucius stayed for a few pulses, relishing the way even her limp body clamped down on him before he reluctantly pulled out.
He took a moment to watch her body leak with their releases, slowly trickling out and down her thighs.
“Beautiful,” he murmured and ran a hand down to her hole, sliding his thumb back in.
She fluttered around him, whining ever so faintly.
Lucius met Draco’s gaze, both of their fingers buried into the woman between them.
“She’s insatiable, you said?” his voice was low.
As if he'd needed to ask - he already knew. But wasn't this all just so utterly entertaining?
Draco nodded, almost too quickly, curling his fingers gently once more. His fingers momentarily graced his father’s.
“Mhh..” Lucius hummed thoughtfully, pushing his finger in deep again - only for good measure - before he pulled out.
“I might grow to like her then, eventually,” his lips twitched before he manoeuvred her off his body, glancing almost fondly at the way she looked now and stood, fastening his robe back around him.
Draco looked up at him, still on his knees, with an expression unreadable.
Lucius caught his chin between his thumb and pointer finger and craned his neck up further.
“Don’t waste much more time till you and I both share her properly.”
And with that, he leaned down to press his lips to his boy’s forehead.
The young man shuddered and bit down on his bottom lip, “you could keep us company for now..” he dared suggest, his pupils widening in the dimmed room.
His father glanced back down to the passed out witch, his lips twitching in memory of how he had left her like this on their first time.
“You know I am no man of sentiment, Draco.” Something flickered in his eyes, too quick to grasp. “As much as I enjoy... entanglements,” he paused, his voice drawing out the word like silk through fingers.
For a moment, a strange chill crawled up the back of Draco’s neck.
“I’ll leave you to it.” He was gone in a heartbeat.
Draco was left flushed and blinking in the dining room, before he composed himself and gently picked Hermione up to carry her to his bedroom.
“D-Draco?” she whispered and clung to him once she recognised him, wrapping her arms and legs tighter around him. Brown eyes fleetingly looked around, hoping but not finding what she looked for.
Draco cooed at her, walking her over to his bed.
“You’ve done so beautifully, my love. Merlin, I’m so in love with you,” he whispered, his voice tender and unwavering.
He gently placed her down – onto his bed, for now – before crawling up beside her, drawing her into an embrace he had no intention of releasing until morning.
“I love you, too,” came her soft reply, her whole body seeming to melt into his.
They fell asleep like this, tangled into each other with one missing.
Chapter 6
Summary:
Sharing is caring!
At least for the Malfoy's.
Notes:
There's a lot of freaky narcissism in here. Definitely not for the faintly-hearted.
They all equally have the hots for each other, though the two men don't kiss nor touch each other intimately.That being said, I do not advocate for any kind of incestuous activities in real life - it's mere fiction!
Don't like don't read!!
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It hadn’t taken long for them to come to him. Of course, it had not.
It had only ever been a matter of time.
He had given them just enough—just a taste—to leave them wanting.
And now they were here, predictable as moths to a flame.
It was almost too easy.
But that only made the game more thrilling.
He leaned back slightly, sprawling in his chair without losing an ounce of authority. His posture was easy, yet every motion carried intention. Slowly, he rolled up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt, unveiling forearms that seemed coiled with restrained energy.
They watched him, spellbound, their eyes hungry, their attention clinging to his every move.
He smiled then, lazy but devilish.
It was the kind of smile that promised everything and nothing all at once.
But there—a flicker in his jawline, a subtle tensing of muscle—betrayed him.
Despite his apparent detachment, he wasn’t immune to the thrill coursing through his veins.
He didn’t just control the game. He reveled in it.
“My dear,” he began, the words deceptively soft, the sweet pet name carrying a cruel twist. Each syllable dripped with quiet menace, and yet she shuddered all the same. He knew.
Her breath caught, shallow and uneven, as if she were balanced precariously on a knife's edge.
Something in his tone, in the piercing intensity of his eyes, made it impossible to look away.
Her fingers twitched, enclosed in Draco’s. The subtle sweep of his thumb grounded her just so in front of their judge’s eyes. They looked like they were to attend court.
Chuckling lowly, Lucius took his time, letting the moment stretch, his attention narrowing on her alone.
His next word sliced through the silence like a blade.
“Undress.”
It made his blood stir to watch them both shudder. Weren’t they a sight.
The corner of his mouth curved, almost imperceptibly, into something between amusement and satisfaction. His silver eyes roved deliberately, drinking in every detail—locking onto brown eyes, the flush creeping across her cheeks, the parting of her lips, the darkness of her pupils, wide and wanting.
Lucius knew her body as intimately as the back of his hand by now—every subtle nuance, every unspoken cue. The smallest hitch of her breath. The delicate blush that spilled across her neck like a whisper. The faintest tremor in her thighs that betrayed her surrender before her lips could.
She was his. Entirely. Skin and bones. Flesh and soul.
It took less than a moment. Clothes were stripped away with desperate eagerness, discarded and forgotten, until she stood bare before them—naked as the day she was born.
Two pairs of silver eyes swept over her, drinking in every inch of her form. Lovely curves. Silken, lush curls. Breasts drawn taut, flushed and waiting, as if her body anticipated the heat of their touch before it came.
But then Lucius’ gaze shifted.
Silver met silver.
His boy.
One gaze, commanding and unyielding, bore into the other. And though the boy stood tall, his pride etched in every line of his posture, there was a flicker. A subtle tremor in those familiar eyes.
Need.
Not weakness, but a need to be seen. A need to be good. A silent yearning for approval, for appraisal, to meet the expectations in every measured glance.
“Dear, be so good and take off his shirt.” Lucius murmured, his voice low and smooth, as though the words themselves were an indulgence.
His attention lingered on his son, the way his breath hitched, the faint color blooming at the edges of his pale cheeks. But it was the clenched fists that caught Lucius’ eye, the way his son held himself taut, a perfect picture of restrained composure.
The sight brought a flicker of amusement to Lucius’ gaze, a glint of knowing that danced in his silver eyes. Draco was holding back, trembling on the edge of control, and Lucius savored it. The push and pull of discipline and indulgence was as much a game as it was a test.
“Yes,” she breathed out, so gentle and soft that he found its nuances almost beautiful to listen to. Small hands eagerly began to unbutton Draco's dress shirt, but at the softest click from Lucius, she froze mid-motion. Curls rustled as her head whipped back to him, pools of trusting, needing brown boring into his.
He smiled.
“No need to rush, love. Do it slowly,” he breathed, his voice sultry, “savour it. And let me see.”
She nodded softly, the smallest of playful smiles etched on her lips, an expression that made his cock jerk. Returning her attention to Draco, her brown eyes met his blue ones in a silent exchange.
The look they shared was unguarded, raw—a reflection of the same hunger simmering between them.
Her fingers moved with purpose now, as though she was truly prying him open.
One button, then another, until the fabric gave way, exposing pale skin inch by inch. With each undone clasp, Draco’s breath grew more unsteady, his shallow pants betraying the composure he tried to hold.
The fine line of his shirt parted, revealing the pale planes of his chest.
Lucius’ nostrils flared ever so softly as Hermione exhaled a breath she had held for too long. Her fingers followed instinctively, drawn to him as if by magnetism. They traced familiar paths across his skin, her touch gentle but unerring. She had memorized every curve and contour, each scar and hollow, as intimately as her own.
By now, she could recognize his body blindfolded, even in the depths of sleep.
A new smile broke her face, one of something deeper than what words could describe.
“Off.”
Lucius’ voice held the softest trace of impatience and with pupils blown, Draco’s eyes slid up to his father.
Hermione kept looking at the younger as her fingers brushed over softest skin. She slid the fabric over his broad shoulders.
The soft thud of the shirt falling to the floor was the only sound in the room for a moment. Lucius tilted his head, a subtle motion that made him seem all the more dangerous.
“Darling girl,” crooned, capturing her attention with ease. A new shade of pink bloomed on her cheeks, and with a subtle nod—a gesture quiet yet impossible to defy—he dismissed her toward the bed. The slight movement brought a curve of appreciation to his lips. And being the good girl she was, she quickly obliged.
Hermione slid on silks as creamy as her skin, her undivided attention on them. Devotedly.
Lucius, still fully dressed, took his sweet time to let his eyes wander down his younger heir. No longer a boy, but a man—refined and striking, with the same flawless skin, the same aristocratic bone structure. Every line and angle of him echoed the perfect proportions of grace he had inherited, a mirror of his lineage’s unyielding elegance.
His eyes burned. Draco shivered, his hands tensing next to his body once more.
Just short before Lucius’ eyes dropped further down to his son’s taut stomach, he lifted his gaze back up to his eyes. The corner of Lucius’ mouth twitched.
“My boy, stand there and look at her,” he crooned, once Draco was left standing in the middle of the room, his torso bared, his pants hanging loosely around his hips. Lucius’ bedroom was dimly lit, the flickering candlelight casting a warm glow that transformed the space into something that transcend time and reality altogether.
As he watched, Lucius couldn’t help the low hum of appreciation. His son’s beauty was such that even carved marble statues would pale in comparison.
The softest whimper, as if Hermione simply couldn't help herself anymore, escaped from her rosy lips, accompanied by the gentlest rustling as she squirmed, capturing his attention again. His nostrils flared, his head snapped toward her.
A dismissive glance of him stilled her. She knew how he hated whenever she would get too fidgety.
With that, Lucius rose from the seat he had lounged in. A playful smirk was etched on his face as he sauntered over to his boy.
Hermione watched them closely, her legs not yet parted, but her hands were by her sides, not touching. She could be good if she wanted to, after all.
“Let us see you, love,” Lucius crooned, watching those delectable thighs part at the same time a flush spread over her milky white skin. The beating of her heart was almost palpable in the very air around them.
“That’s a good girl,” Praising her always had its effect, and he couldn't resist using it to his advantage. She hung on every word that slipped from his lips, her attention unwavering, her every breath attuned to him.
As much as he enjoyed the adoration, it was the control that truly thrilled him—the way she responded to his every utterance, the way he held her attention so completely. It was a heady, intoxicating power, one he relished fully.
Draco watched her attentively, his hand absently twitching by his side, as if wanting to touch but restraining himself. That boy had some control in him, at last. Or maybe it was just the will to be good, to be praised, too…
Lucius licked his lips.
Warmth seeped into the younger one’s body as his father stepped up behind him, close, but not too close to touch.
The tips of silver hair grazed the younger’s bare skin as Lucius leaned closer, rosy lips ghosting over the junction of where his neck met his shoulder.
Draco visibly shuddered.
“Draco,” he purred, his eyes flicking to the witch before them. She was soaked already, glistening with need for both of them. Looking almost ethereal in the way the shadows of flames danced over her impeccable skin.
Lucius’ fingers ghosted over skin no less impeccable, over his son’s hip bones, threatening to touch but not daring to. “You’re gonna be a good boy and get nice and hard for our dearest girl, won't you?” The softest of whines escaped his son, his hands clenched into fists next to his thighs one more time.
Draco’s breathing turned shallowly as Lucius tugged his thumbs into his pants and unceremoniously tugged them down so they pooled around his ankles.
And with that, Draco was bare.
Hermione moaned softly, her eyes glued to her lover. Amber eyes burned with desire, as they travelled from two pairs of molten silver, down to where Draco was hard, the tip of him glistening with beads of his arousal.
Even angels would have been jealous of him.
On his way up, Lucius let the tips of his fingers trail barely over Draco’s skin, only hovering in promise. He could feel the tremor that went through his boy.
Once straightened up, he clasped his own hands on his lower back, out of reach. His lips grazed the shell of Draco’s ear. And with the softest of whispers, as if he was the seducing devil himself, he whispered, “Go on and touch yourself, Draco.”
Draco almost stumbled, his hand flying to his arousal the second he had permission. Hermione looked ready to leap at him but she would stay seated. Lucius had trained her well, after all.
Following Draco’s gaze of attention, his eyes fell back on the young witch opposite of them, whose milky thighs were spread open to bare herself openly for them. Wet, swollen, drenched.
His own fingers twitched, his muscles wanting to contract to close the distance to her and be on her the way she needed him to, but he did not move. Though not even a man like Lucius Malfoy was able to fully resist her siren’s pull, for his body had leaned forward, ever so slightly grazing Draco’s backside, in the softest of whispers.
This time, the younger couldn’t hold back his moan.
A soft, wrenched sound was pulled from the back of his throat, one that lit Lucius’ face up with surprise.
A tremor rippled through Hermione’s body, her face twisting as if the absence of his touch was a physical ache, a desperate kind of pain she couldn’t suppress any longer.
Lucius sent her a smile, wicked and soft, like the promise of something dangerous. But he didn’t let it linger. With a subtle shift, he widened the gap between him and his son, his attention returning to him with a quiet, calculated grace. In a hushed voice, so only his younger heir could hear, he whispered,
“Such a pretty little Mudblood, is she not?”
Draco sucked in a sharp breath at his father’s words. Draco’s voice was almost a snarl as he whipped his head back toward Lucius, “Don’t call her that.”
Rosy lips stretched into a cruel smile against younger, alabaster skin.
“Oh? But it's what she is, Draco. Lesser than us. Not as pure,” he closed the distance once more, feeling his boy shudder with the discrepancy of leaning into his touch or pulling away from him. It was such a wicked game, such a fine line they were walking and Luicus was thriving with it.
But then Draco parted his lips, only to breathe out, “and yet, you still want her…”
A low, dark growl was wrenched from his father’s throat, one of clear disapproval, as pale, long fingers wound into hair similar to his, only to jerk his son’s head back in quiet warning.
“I want her for she has a nice, tight cunt to fill,” silver eyes bore into brown ones again, and gods didn’t she look the prettiest like that. Humiliated because they were talking about her, yet aroused all the same. Though, there was a glint in her eyes, one of knowing, as if no matter what he said, what he called her, she knew.
Lucius cruelly angled his son’s head further back, his tongue coming to lick the soft spot under his jaw.
Without breaking eye contact with Hermione, he whispered into his boy’s skin, “Sometimes, I do wonder what you want her for.”
She rose, maybe for the first time ever on her own, taking slow, deliberate steps to them.
Both Malfoy men fell unnaturally still, as if the young woman would approach a painting of aristocrats.
Draco couldn't help the moan leaving his lips.
“Hermione, dear,” Lucius spoke, in a mocking taunt, not leaving his son, “what do you think you’re doing?” Irritation and warning flashed in his eyes but she kept on approaching them.
Lucius’ expression turned more dangerous the closer she came until his lip was curled back in a sneer as she came to stop in front of them. She gravitated toward his son as if gravity no longer existed. Her curls were ravishingly spilling over her shoulders, down to the curve of her bottom, as she angled her head up to Draco.
She barely reached his chest. And with a quick move, she slipped between them, her back to Lucius, her front aligned with his son.
He saw the way his boy was looking at her then. As if she was his world.
Lucius scoffed and made a move to take a step back before both their hands snatched out to halt him. Lucius froze and raised a pale brow. They pulled him back, so his face was coming to rest next to brown curls that smelled of vanilla.
Pupils narrowed to slits.
Brown, wide eyes stared up at Draco, the picture of innocence, before she rose onto her tiptoes.
Draco couldn’t help but lean his head down, drawn to her no less than she was to him. His arm snuck around her delicate waist, pulling her closer, wedged between the space of her and his father.
Hermione moved forward, allowing herself to press her lips against Draco’s pale skin, kissing and licking her way up to where Lucius had his own tongue moments ago.
The older all but pursed his lips as he watched her with an air of indifference.
She moved along Draco’s jaw with a gentleness foreign to him, her small hands moving over his son’s chest in ways he’d never dreamt of allowing himself to touch. And then her lips pressed against Draco’s. At the same time she arched her back to him, rubbing her pretty ass over his crotch. His jaw tightened.
The way their tongues caressed each other, the way they were kissing so vulgarly made his cock twitch against her, despite any aversions.
Draco’s body moved, one of his hands coming up to cup her cheek, to pull her closer, to deepen the kiss whereas his other still held onto his father.
Lucius watched them closely, the pupils of his eyes morphing to slits. Morphing to somewhat resembling jealousy.
And she knew, didn’t she?
Sharp, little teeth bit down into Draco’s, eliciting a moan from his boy. He couldn’t help himself with the softest of grunts that he let escape against her pale, flawless skin.
Lucius’ hand grabbed her waist, fingers digging painfully in her skin as he stilled her movements against him
Hermione slowly pulled back from Draco’s lips, her own glistening spit-slick. She turned around then, in a whirl of curls and white skin before she faced Lucius. Chestnut brown pools of lust dipped down to Lucius’ lips.
He snarled lowly as she leaned forward, only to breathe “do you want to taste us?”
She whispered ever so softly, as though the words weren’t really brushing past her lips. A muscle in his jaw ticked.
Her eyes dipped down to Lucius’ mouth again, before he grabbed the back of her head and hauled her to him, licking along her bottom lip to taste them. Draco pressed against her back now, his lips leaving trails of kisses over her shoulder, up her neck.
Lucius could feel the way her lips began to stretch into a smile, felt the soft puffs of his boy’s arousal against his own skin.
They were all so close.
It took little movement, only a small turn of her head to the side to press her lips back to Draco’s. The muscles on her tender neck strained as she met her lover’s lips.
Whatever she was doing, Lucius found himself mesmerized. Her lips, Draco’s lips were so close, that he could feel, almost taste, almost –
Lucius was quick as a serpent’s strike to catch her hand mid-air as she was trying to curl her hand around his nape. He halted her once, meeting her eyes, so close, before she tried again, and this time he let her.
Lucius kissed Hermione then, licking into her mouth, his fingers tightening on her curls as he angled her head the way he liked. And though he never kissed her, would never allow her to kiss him, he let this time slip.
Simply because she tasted of Malfoy. And Salazar, did she taste good.
A guttural moan tore through his son’s body, none quieter than the sigh she let escape.
With a soft turn to her left, Hermione kissed Draco again.
Draco was pushing forward against her ass in rutting movements, his lips eager and coaxing, as if he wanted to melt together with her.
Lucius was hard, the bulge in his pants straining, the friction against it from her moving against him, too good. He licked along the trails of kisses Draco had left on her skin, the witch between them shuddering with both pairs of mouths undivided in attention on her and, with another push of Hermione back to Draco, with another low grunt that slipped past Lucius’ lips –
With a wrecked moan, one right into her mouth, Draco spilled between himself and Hermione, painting both their skins white.
She moaned too, arching her back and letting her fingernails sink into Lucius’ clothed torso.
Hermione was staring into silver eyes, the ones of the older Malfoy, as the younger fell apart behind them. Her own glinted, pleading Lucius to say it.
And who was he to deny his son.
“Good boy,” his father whispered, before his sharp canines grazed along soft, pale skin of his heir. The most gentle of sobs erupted from Draco’s torso, dilating his own pupils.
As his gaze locked on Hermione again, they sharpened. Her brown eyes were voids of pleasure, of lust, of want. But also something deeper. Something reserved for the weak only. Love.
And he’s had enough sentiments just then.
“That’s enough.”
Both of them moaned. Her back arched for the need of more, her nipples perking up deliciously, pressing so sinfully well against his chest. He couldn’t help but to let his fingers brush against them.
Draco was properly flushed, silver eyes glancing down to his father spit slicked ones.
The elder only chuckled darkly and withdrew, taking her hand instead and led her back to the chair he had been lounging in.
She knew what he wanted.
His fly was opened quickly, not bothering to even discard him of the rest of his clothing before her sweet, tight mouth was on him.
The eager slurping sounds of her mouth filled the room, desperate to draw a moan from him but he wouldn’t give in just yet.
“Draco,” he spoke, as unfazed as he could muster before her efforts doubled. A fleeting smile crossed his face, “get behind her… and get her ready for taking both of us. She’s been eager for it for days, has she not?”
He lazily caressed her cheek, where she was bulging with taking him deep. Her eyes shot up to him, simmering with adoration and a look she only ever had for him. His cock throbbed in her mouth then, dripping with a trickle of pre cum, one she immediately lapped at. Moans vibrated around him, and as she came up back to the tip, she smiled, as if then and there she was the happiest. Lucius chuckled, and slowly brushed his thumb along her freckled cheek, moving up to tuck a strand of hair out of her face. Gathering her hair up in a fist, he helped her guide herself over him.
Brown eyes stayed on his the whole time, as if she had to make up for the time she hadn’t been able to. They shone with no less adoration for him than she had for his boy.
Draco was quicker behind her as she was down on him again. Groaning this time as both knelt before him, though his son was behind Hermione, he watched them. Draco’s nimble fingers moved feather light over her swollen nub, smiling against her skin as he found her wet and drenched. Sliding his fingers along the wetness that has been dripping down her inner thighs, he teased her folds only once before he buried two fingers in her cunt, curling his clever fingers to finally give her some release.
Hermione withdrew from Lucius with a soft smack and moaned against the deep red head of his cock. And then her lips parted, and the softest moan of “Draco,” spilled against the engorged tip. Lucius’ cock jerked in her hand and it wasn't before their eyes were locked on each other that she took him back in her warm mouth.
Lucius gritted his teeth.
“I want her ass, Draco… be good and get her as ready as you can for I will break her in otherwise,” he murmured low and threateningly at the way his son’s pupils widened but he made quick work of it. The witch who was throat deep on his cock, only shuddered in anticipation.
Draco casted a quick Lubrication spell before he moved to fill her sweet little hole with one of his long fingers. With a soft whimper, she clenched around him but pushed back eagerly, encouraging him wordlessly.
Draco worked her up to two fingers as he began trailing kisses over her spin, coming closer and closer to her neck. He shuffled to the side of Hermione who was still happily lapping at Lucius.
“Gods, your mouth is almost as good as your cunt, girl,” Lucius grunted out, his hips beginning a rhythm of their own, thrusting leisurely up into the her warm wet mouth. She moaned, the sound reverberating around him in the most pleasurable of ways.
Draco continued to kiss his way up her body.
And then his lips were oh so very close to Hermione’s face.
Lucius’ eyes blazed.
And with a soft grunt, he pushed her down on him, making her take it.
“Tell me how tight she just is, Draco,” Lucius spoke with a strained voice, his eyes fixed on his boy, who couldn’t help but to moan softly at the sight before him.
“She’s gonna feel amazing around us,” he spoke as if in trance, as if he was in delirium and Lucius couldn’t help but lean forward, bringing his own lips dangerously close to his son’s.
But short before their lips met, he stopped and smiled. Draco craned his head up just so, before Hermione’s body began to spasm with the lack of oxygen. As Draco whined, Lucius tutted softly and withdrew, letting her come up for a short breather.
“I am going to fill your mouth and you won’t be swallowing, do you understand? You’re gonna show me,” Lucius growled with the rising pleasure and after another guttural moan from her, he let her lips wrap around the head of his cock. It didn’t take much for him to spill in there, his eyes locked on both of them, Draco back so close against him.
He spilled his seed in her mouth and she was eager for it, her nails digging into the flesh of his thigh, right through the fabric of his pants, but still sharp enough.
“Show me,” Lucius spoke, slightly out of breath as he watched Hermione oblige, opening her mouth to show him the evidence of his climax, “my, my, love, who knew you’d become so good at giving head.” He cupped her face in as loving and caring an attempt as a man like him was able to and with the softest of dips of his chin, she swallowed.
The smile he gave her then, was one of pure appraisal. Hermione might have been able to shatter from that alone.
A whimper tore from the back of his son’s throat, as if he couldn’t hold himself back any longer with the need, catching their attention. Hermione turned her face to Draco.
Rosy, swollen lips met his son’s, who claimed her eagerly back, but not only claiming but tasting, too.
One of Hermione’s hands left him, the other still lingering on his thigh, while the other carded through strands of fine, silken hair, kissing Draco back with the same velocity.
Clearly surprised, but not less welcome, he let them have at it for another moment. It looked like Draco was ready to spill whereas Hermione was fucking himself back on his fingers.
“Enough of that,” he rasped, catching their attention immediately. He leaned forward, his body heavily wary and relieved but he was not yet done with them. Both of them.
Both their chins were gripped tightly by him, their faces angled up to where he towered over them. Both thumbs pressed down on bottom lips, parting them ever so softly. It didn't take long until both his thumbs were enveloped by warm, wet suckling mouths.
With the softest of luring smiles, Lucius wet his bottom lip and turned his attention to Hermione.
“How much do you want another pureblood cock in your filthy cunt, darling girl?” he spoke in the softest of voices, quite contrary to the words slipping past his lips. Draco’s teeth brushed against his thumb but his father let his attention linger on her.
“Please,” her swollen lips barely moved from his finger as she spoke.
“Draco,” he purred, his attention staying on her, “get her on the bed. On top of you. Her back against your chest.” he murmured and took another moment of leaning towards Hermione before he withdrew altogether, smiling at the chase of both after his touch.
“Yeah,” Draco whispered, though his voice was dazed, but they moved.
Lucius took his time to slowly get up, deliberately undressing himself before he took long, slow steps back to the four poster bed. He had dreamt of having both of them in his bed. And he’d woken from it, irritated and restless.
Now, he was intending to savour it.
He stood at the edge of the bed, watching Draco and Hermione scramble to get in position, their bodies molding together as if they had never parted.
“I want you to fuck her,” Lucius breathed, leaning against the bed post as he listened to both their sighs and moans, listened to the rustle of his fine silken sheets and watched as Draco bent his knees, as he wrapped an arm around her delicate waist and sheathed himself in one go in her tight cunt.
Lucius all but smiled as a symphony of moans and groans filled his otherwise quiet bedroom. Their bodies moved as if it was ingrained in their very muscle memory, their fingers entwined and their lips pressed together. Yet, despite their closeness, their attention never wavered. It was always on him.
With a soft, almost imperceptible smile, Lucius raised a hand.
They stilled. His cock jerked.
“Stay in her… she's going to shatter with your cock nestled inside her,” Lucius drawled and slowly moved to them, his movements controlled and precise and Draco shivered with the way Hermione clenched around his throbbing cock.
Merlin, was he sensitive, but he couldn’t care less, not when he had the chance to fuck his witch.
Draco watched his father close in on their spread thighs, watched how big hands parted hers even further before his lips, red and so lush, descended on her.
His cock jerked violently as soon as, with the first contact on his father’s tongue to her clit, she clamped down on him.
“Fuck, Hermione,” Draco muttered into soft curls, his grip on her tightening momentarily.
With the attention Hermione was getting from both of them, her back arched, her body aflame and feeling too much. The need to come was overwhelming her very senses, threatening to drive her insane. She had been good, she had taken care of them and now, gods she needed to come.
“Lucius,” she moaned and tightened her grip on Draco as his father feasted on her, not coaxing but directly attacking her clit in the most pleasurable of ways. Lucius knew exactly what she needed, knew precisely how to drive her straight to the point of breaking.
“Feels so good,” she whispered, lifting her head from Draco’s chest to watch. The sight of Lucius, between her thighs with an expression of pure hunger, made her close to tipping over the edge.
“I’m…” her lips parted, her eyes threatening to roll back in their sockets.
“Look at me, dear,” Lucius rasped against her heat, his fingers digging painfully in her skin. And then he smiled against her core, his lips drenched in her arousal.
“I think you can take a bit more, can you not?” He was speaking with the voice of the devil, his tone suggestive and daring, and she knew she would tear herself apart for everything he chose to give her.
“I-” but she was stopped as he sucked on his middle finger, on the longest and thickest of his digits before he lowered his hand to behind where Draco and her were merged.
“Brace for us.”
“Father, I–”
and then, Lucius’ middle finger slipped in her little hole, his digit only separated from his son’s cock by a thin wall. The fit was maddeningly tight and both Malfoys gritted their teeth in barely composure as Hermione wailed.
“There’s a good girl,” came Lucius soft drawl as he split her open not only on his son’s cock but on his finger as well, fucking into her with slow and steady thrusts, “you can take it, can you not? Don’t you want to be good?” and with a smirk as sly as he was cunning, he sucked her bundle of nerves back between his lips.
With one flick of his tongue and one curl of his fingers, Draco and Hermione shattered, both at the same time. Feeling her walls clench around him, feeling his son’s cock jerk so close against his finger, was threatening his own sanity.
Filthy moans, mindless mumbles and cries of pleasure erupted from the pair before him, mingling into a symphony Lucius would never get tired of. His finger moved relentlessly, drawing their pleasure out while their bodies convulsed. And he didn't stop, only when they started to jerk, when moans turned into whimpers, and even though he liked that even better, he eventually slowed down.
Silver eyes darted up to catch dazed ones looking at him with hooded lids. He cooed mockingly.
“Good girls and boys say thank you,” he murmured drily and withdrew his finger. To the deep flush and the softest of drowsy thank you’s he made quick work to hoist the witch up and turn her around. Her cunt was impaled with his son’s half-hard member again.
It would suffice.
Hermione and Draco's lips gravitated towards each other and as they shared a lazy kiss, Lucius positioned himself behind her ass. The blunt head of his once again erected cock was slipping through the aroused mess of her backside.
Lucius liked her best when she was pliant. Though, not to anger his son further, he worked his way slowly through the tight ring of muscles, smirking as her body locked up only once before he was sucked into her body.
A guttural moan was wrenched from Hermione as she was filled with both Malfoy men. Though not both hard, but more than enough for her spent body to take.
Draco was clearly fighting his own arousal as his gaze filled with worry, “darling, you alright?”
His son’s voice was hoarse and Lucius didn’t wait for her answer before he pulled back and fucked right back into her tight ass. Merlin, was she tight.
“Yeah, f-feels full…s’good,” her voice was beautifully slurred, her movement sluggish as she cupped his son's face in her hand. Lucius’ eyes blazed in agitation as he bent down, aligning her back with his chest.
Buried balls deep in her, she whined.
His nose brushed along her curls, up to the shell of her ear. And just because he could, just because he knew what it would do to her, he breathed ever so softly, “beautiful,” into her ear.
The way her body trembled with the word, the wrecked sound she made as she heard Lucius call her that, this time without the trace of mockery, made stars dance at the edges of her vision.
Lucius smiled and propped himself up with a hand right next to Draco’s head, capturing his attention smoothly.
Silver burned into silver as the older began rolling his hips in deliberate, languid but powerful thrusts into her. Lucius’ other hand bent Draco’s right knee to support himself.
With a soft graze of his thumb against his boy’s cheekbone, Lucius began fucking Hermione who was completely at his mercy, caged between them.
At one point, her moans and whimpers turned as drowsy as if she was on the verge of blacking out. But Lucius didn’t really care, for her body clamped down on him still.
“My beautiful boy,” Lucius crooned and leaned down to press his lips against his son’s forehead, just short before angling his face to capture hers.
Draco’s hand was entangled in soft brown curls then, fingers threading through soft silken curls.
His younger heir only looked dazedly at him for one more moment before red lips stretched into a smile. “Fuck her.”
With a snarl Lucius leaned back to have enough momentum to fuck her in earnest, shaking her and his son with the brunt of it.
Draco moaned, feeling his father move in and out of her as his cock was still snugly buried in her cunt.
“That's what you want, my boy?” his father chuckled, though his thrusts were so harsh and violent that his voice was strained. Draco’s eyes fluttered as he pressed sloppy kisses along her neck. The softest of fuck, yes escaped his sinfully red lips and with another dark chuckle, Lucius fucked Hermione in earnest.
He noticed the way she came back in the way her body tensed only briefly before her lips parted in moans.
“Gods, Lucius … Draco,” she whimpered, nuzzling in the crook of his son’s neck who murmured sweet soft nothings in her hair, while carding his fingers through chestnut brown locks.
Lucius straightened up, running his hand once over the flawless skin of her back before they landed on her arse. He was quick in forcing blood to the surface, the loud smacks of his hand coming down sharply on her backside echoing through the room.
The broken cry that escaped her, the way she tightened so impossibly well around him, brought him over the edge a second time, his belly pulling taut before he spilled his seed in her. With the softest of moans, he collapsed down on her, right on top of his son.
Somewhere in between his orgasm and hers, she had blacked out again. Draco was brushing strands of curls out of her face, his lips pressing soft kisses against her forehead.
Lucius stayed only a moment longer buried in her before he withdrew, and sat back on his knees. Draco curled himself protectively around the knocked out girl, and even though Lucius was eager to eat her out like this again, to make sure that their seeds wouldn’t be leaking from her, he simply watched.
His younger heir’s eyes were locked on his, the silent offer glinting in dazed eyes. Stay.
And only for his boy, for the man who was utter perfection in his eyes, he closed the distance.
This time it was him who parted them, his back resting against silken sheets. The side of his left body, pressed against his son’s alabaster skin aligned against a mirror of his own. On the other side, Hermione blinked, but snuggled into a warmth that had been denied to her for forever.
She didn’t dare breathe as not only Draco’s arm snuck around her, but his as well.
Lucius felt the flutter of her eyelashes against his torso as she blinked, the shallowest of breaths that hit his naked, sweaty skin. Fragile as a butterfly’s wing. But no less steady.
After a few more thrums of Lucius’ heartbeat against her face, she allowed a content, soft sigh to leave her lips, and any lingering trace of tension seeped out of her body.
Hermione fell asleep to a warmth she had been dreaming of, ever since she took a step in Malfoy Manor.
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