Amorem Consentit

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CHAPTER 11 - Sharing is the Shit

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Lucius had never been a wanton man, but this vixen had changed him. When he had heard her plead about her wish to have Draco's child he felt incredibly jealous. She should have his child!

The attraction he felt towards her was consuming him, and the need took control over his manners. She was going to please him.

He growled when her tongue touched his heated shaft.

Hermione whimpered before she took just his head into her mouth.

Her hands grasped his hips as she tasted his pre-cum.

“That's it, vixen,” he encouraged her, trying not to thrust into her mouth forcibly.

Hermione whimpered around him and slid a hand to cup his balls.

She liked doing this to him. The heat rose in her body with every moment of pleasure she gave to him. He tasted divine. Such perfect masculinity.

Lucius growled, and he gripped the back of her head.

"Take more in, Witch," Lucius said, shoving in a little deeper.

Hermione salivated as she took more of him in and squeezed his balls.

She complied eagerly, loving the feel of his large, thick shaft in her mouth. With Ron she had never wanted to perform fellatio as Ron's hygiene left a lot to wish for...

Lucius gripped her hair and pulled her back.

"Have you ever done this before, Witch?"

“No,” she answered, looking at him with a heated gaze.

Lucius bit his lip at the thought of her mouth never having done this for another male.

"You will not do this to my son," Lucius said, jerking her hair a little.

“I will,” she said saucily. “I can please both of you.”

"You won't!" Lucius said, jerking her up on his chest.

“I will do what I want,” she purred.

"I will be the only Malfoy to have your mouth!" Lucius flipped them over so he was sitting on her stomach.

“You will be one of my favorite men,” she said. She felt that she couldn't promise that she would only please Lucius this way. Draco deserved a treat as well; Draco's cock was gorgeous too.

"You will not be shared, Witch. You will bed your husband," Lucius said, "as he has a right to you. And you will bed me as I am Lord of this family. No one else!"

“I didn't even think of anyone else besides you two. As I can't decide who of you is the sexiest, I will have both!”

Lucius growled, "I am the sexiest, and you will only perform fellatio on me." He rubbed the head of his cock over Hermione's cheeks and lips.

Hermione whimpered and tried to suck on him as he pinned her wrists to the bed.

“I will also do it for Draco. You both are important to me.”

"No," Lucius said, pushing himself into her mouth.

She sucked on him hard, but let it pop out of her lips soon.

"I want part of you that no one else can have," Lucius said, shoving into her mouth again.

She relaxed her throat and took all of him in. She had read this trick in the books, but had never tried.

Lucius' breathing grew faster and his eyes rolled up. Even the professional hookers couldn't take in all of his nine inches. Lucius cupped her cheek as she continued to suck on him.

She was a natural at this. Why hadn't he met her before he'd contracted her for his son?

Hermione moaned loudly as she wiggled one of her hands free. She quickly grabbed his arse and began to squeeze.

She couldn't get enough of him. He was such a gorgeous man.

Lucius pulled back when he felt his balls tighten as he was about to orgasm.

Hermione gasped in disapproval and tried to wrap her lips around his shaft.

“I'm about to come, Witch,” he growled.

As she began to suck him even more eagerly, he decided to let go.

Hermione whimpered as some of his come came out the corners of her mouth.

Lucius fell over and lay next to her after he finished. He snatched her closer.

She licked the sticky fluid and moaned in delight. Lucius tasted deliciously.

"Mine," Lucius growled throwing a leg over hers and pressing his nose to her cheek as he cupped one of her breasts.

“Whom do I really belong to?” she asked, playing with Lucius hair which was now wonderfully disheveled.

Lucius looked at her. The corners of his eyes drooped.

"The Malfoy family," he answered, taking her hand from his hair.

“So I will have you both? But what will Draco say?”

"You have me privately, but for all the public, you are Draco's and there is no reason for the boy to know differently."

She smiled brightly. It was fair enough.

“I think you could be well suited to take over our Muggle division of our company. What do you say, sweet? It would be work from home, with the occasional office visit.”

"Could I be your secretary?" Hermione asked, winking at him. "I would wear indecently short skirts and see through blouses."

"I could take you on my desk," Lucius said, biting his lip as he imagined her with her skirt rucked up and panties down while he plowed into her from behind.

“I would like that very much. With two men, I’ll never be bored.”

Lucius squeezed her tightly. Two Men.

“And you are such a smart, wonderful wizard. It will be my pleasure to be with you,” she purred as she snuggled closer to him.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

"Father, where is Hermione? I can't find her! What are you doing to her, you lecherous old fart!?"

Lucius laughed and cast a silencing charm on the door. The boy should learn manners.

Draco was fuming. What was his father up to? He couldn't get into the Lord's rooms as it was only invitation. Surely the old bastard would not take advantage of Hermione's vulnerable state?

"Can you let Draco in? I want snuggles from both sides!"

"LET ME IN!" Draco shouted continuing to bang on the door.

With a swish of his wrist, they both were cleaned up and the air smelled of lavender and not sex.

Their clothes were adjusted next, giving them only a slightly rumpled look. Lucius frowned. Could he share her company with Draco?

Hermione pouted. "You look good out of clothes."

“Do you want me to let Draco in or not?”

"Yes," Hermione said. "But that doesn't mean that I want you wearing all those clothes."

“I am afraid, sweet, that I would need to wear clothes, or else Draco would be mad at us.”

"But do you have to have ALL the buttons done up...reminds me of Severus Snape."

“I can leave one open. And Severus had atrocious fashion sense.”

Hermione smiled. "You're too handsome to be all covered up."

"As I've always said and will continue to say, you flatter me, my Dear."

“Can you let Draco in? He must be upset already,” she begged, kissing Lucius' cheek.

“Are you sure you want him to be here?” Lucius asked, cupping her bum.

"I want to be with you both," Hermione said, smacking his bottom as he walked toward the door.

“You may come in, Boy,” Lucius said as he opened the door.

“Where's Hermione?” he asked as he frantically looked around the room.

"I'm right here, Draco," Hermione said. "I'm fine."

He saw her relaxing on his father's vast bed and felt a tinge of jealousy.

Hermione smiled at him and patted the spot on the bed next to her. She ran her tongue over her upper lip.

“Lie down next to me. I just want to rest a bit.”

Lucius glared at them. "That is completely inappropriate."

“Now, Lucius, calm down. Lie down next to me too. So I have two men to cuddle.”

"I will not share you with my father," Draco said, snatching her wrist. "And I will not lie in the bed where I was conceived. GROSS!"

“It's not really the same bed,” Lucius said as he sat down on the bed.

"Gross!" Draco said, taking a step back.

Hermione sighed. "I suppose I shall just have to cuddle Lucius then," she said, putting her head in Lucius' lap.

“Well, you can leave if you want. Hermione is tired so I'd like her to stay.”

"I'm not leaving my future bride with you, you lecherous bastard. You keep trying to get in her knickers. They are my knickers to be in, not yours."

“Now don't treat her like she's a possession. And I know you can’t get into her knickers either.” Lucius smirked as he saw the rage in his son's face.

"Yes, so what is the harm of me sleeping in a bed with her before we are bound for eternity?" Draco said, hopping up a little as his eyes widened and pitch rose.

“The harm is that you get naughty with her. If I am in the same bed, nothing happens.”

"I can't be truly NAUGHTY!"

Hermione giggled as she sat up and crawled around to sit behind Lucius. She began to comb his hair with her fingers.

“Come on, Draco, this is our only chance to cuddle.”

Hermione smiled as she combed back the top layer of Lucius' hair and began to braid it.

“If you are doing what I think you are, stop it immediately. I am not a little girl,” Lucius snarled, but wasn't really angry.

Hermione giggled and kissed the back of his head as she continued braiding.

Draco felt jealous at the way she had tamed his usually cold and disciplined father. What if she decided that she wanted his father, not him?

"I love your hair," Hermione said. "I hope my children have Malfoy hair."

Draco sat down on the bed.

She held the end of the braid with one hand and reached around grabbing Lucius' wand. She tapped his hair to make it stay as she had it.

"Come closer, Draco," Hermione said, crooking her finger at him. "I want to be Hermione-sandwich."

She lied down between the men and reached for Draco.

Draco gave in and lied down on the lush bed. Her arms wrapped around him immediately.

Lucius reached back and touched his hair, "What did you do, Witch?"

“Just a little braid. You can undo it later.”

"I'm Lucius Malfoy, not your life size dress-up doll," Lucius said, placing his hand on her hip.

“I know you aren't, but your hair is too tempting.”

"Take your hands off my girl!"

"I don't mind," Hermione said, tugging at Draco's shirt.

“I could grow it longer if you'd like me to,” Draco said and cupped her bum.

“What about my hair?” Draco asked as he kissed her neck.

Lucius brought his cane swiftly down on Draco's hand.

"You have your father's hair," Hermione said, running her fingers through the shoulder length strands of silk.

Draco gasped as the cane hit him lightly, but didn't take away his hand.

“I will touch my fiancé, Father!”

"You will not fondle her bum!"

"I like it," Hermione said, shoving closer to Lucius.

She had two sides to her bum after all.

“See, Father, she likes my affections. That is a sign of a healthy relationship.”

"Your 'affections' are not appropriate. Your mind is clouded with lusty thoughts. You must learn control," Lucius said, shifting and bringing the cane down with more force on Draco's thigh. "I will spank you boy. You aren't too old for it."

“Now, boys, play nice. No spanking,” she giggled and cupped Draco' bum.

"Hermione," Lucius said. "That is not how you should behave."

“And how should I behave?” she asked, licking her lips.

"Well, we've all behaved poorly on occasion, haven't we?" Hermione said, with an edge in her voice.

“It is true, but a Malfoy has to have manners,” Lucius chided her.

"I am treating my husband-to-be with respect," Hermione said. "It would be rude of me to deny him."

Lucius huffed. Draco smirked victoriously.

Hermione nuzzled Draco's neck.

"I want to spoon, Draco," Hermione whispered, nipping his chin.

“Anything you want, Love,” he said and leaned in.

Hermione giggled and turned over shifting back against Draco's chest.

“This is comfortable. Lucius, will you be our third spoon?”

"No," Lucius said.

Hermione reached out and placed a hand on his thigh.

“I know you would like to. To be sure we're not doing anything untoward.”

"I'm watching you. I can see everything you are doing," Lucius said.

"Draco, will you rub my back? My muscles are all tense."

“Of course, Love,” he said and began to rub her back in small circles.

“You know, when we're married, I would love to give you massages when we're both naked,” he whispered in her ear.

Hermione nodded and moaned.

“I heard that,” Lucius hissed and turned towards the couple.

She blinked her eyes drearily. She reached out and wrapped her arms around Lucius' thigh and pulled him close. She laid her cheek on it and sighed as she felt the muscles tighten and relax nervously.

Draco pulled her away from Lucius. “You reached for the wrong man, Love. I'm here,” he said and guided her towards him, letting her hands rest on his crotch.

Hermione pulled her hand away from Draco and snuggled Lucius' thigh again.

Hermione sighed in her half asleep state and slid her hand up Lucius' thigh towards his crotch. She mewled happily as she cupped Lucius.

Draco’s face grew red and he snarled narrowing his eyes. His fiancée was still in a daze and she was cupping the wrong Malfoy!

Lucius took her hand and moved it away from him. Hermione whimpered and smacked Lucius' hand.

“Hermione, Love, come to me,” Draco purred, trying to get her to him.

She whimpered at the loss of Lucius' warm body.

Tears began to poor down her cheeks when she couldn't feel Lucius.

"Lucius," she cried. "Lucius, where are you?"

“What did you do to her, Father?” Draco asked, desperately trying to soothe her.

Lucius sneered. "I didn't hurt her in any way. She just is lusting for a man."

“I am HER man!” Draco yelled.

"You are a boy," Lucius said, smirking. "Maybe I should give her a go."

“No!” Draco said and managed to pull her away from the bed.

“You don't see that she is upset?” Lucius scolded the boy, seeing that the witch was about to sob.

Draco shook Hermione as she hung in his arms sobbing.

“I need Lucius, too. I feel so lost.”

Lucius quickly reached out and cupped her neck to support her head.

“Why are you torturing her, Boy?”

Hermione reached an arm out pitifully for Lucius' neck while squeezing Draco with the other.

“My boys,” she purred relaxing between them.

Draco let go of her and stepped back glaring at Lucius as he grabbed her before she fell to the ground. Draco glared at the older man.

"I've done nothing to her," Lucius snarled. "Don't be cruel because she is confused by something beyond her control."

“Beyond her control?” Draco snarled. “There must be something making her ill.”

“I do not know what it is,” Lucius said as he carried the witch to his bed. “But I won't let her suffer.”

"Draco," Hermione whimpered as she was placed in the center of the plush bed.

Lucius drew the covers up around her.

"I think we should move the wedding up," Lucius said. "Maybe that will help to end her suffering." Lucius dropped a kiss on her forehead. He petted her hair. "Everything will be fine, sweet."

“Draco? Where is Draco?” she called out, her eyes half lidded.

“I'm here, Love,” he said and sat down next to her.

“Cuddle me?” she begged, reaching out to him.

He cuddled her through the sheet, but she pouted.

“No, I need you next to me!”

Draco looked at Lucius.

Lucius continued to lie at her side, brushing her hair back.

“I need you both under the covers!” she ordered.

There was something desperate and needy in her voice that earned the swift compliance of the men.

As soon as they were under covers, one Malfoy at each side, they felt magic whisk around them. And suddenly the men realized that they were totally naked.

Hermione wrapped an arm around each neck.

“So much better now,” she murmured and closed her eyes.

"I want to marry this week, Father."

“It would be for the best. We need to find out what is obsessing her before you marry, though.”

“What could it be?” Draco asked, trying to ignore the fact that they were all naked in bed.

"I've not heard of this. I can think of only one man who can help."

"Uncle Severus?" Draco asked.

“Possibly, he is well versed in all aspects of magic. He might find the answer we seek.”

The witch's hands wandered down the men's bodies. Ever so slowly, her little hands ended their trip on the crotches of the blonds.

"I'd rather he not see us all naked in bed together," Draco said as Hermione kissed his cheek.

“Both mine,” she purred and squeezed their packages gently.

"My dear," Lucius said, and he removed her hand.

Lucius placed her hand on his chest.

“No, I need my hand there,” she pouted and murmured sleepily.

Draco didn't protest. He liked her hand on his bit. He didn’t want her to touch his father at all.

"I can not allow you that in good faith," Lucius said.

“Then in bad,” she purred and let her hand wander again. “All mine.”

“Hermione, Love, you can have me all for yourself,” Draco said and pulled her close to himself.

Hermione began to sob when her hand wasn't touching Lucius.

“Need both!”

As soon as her hand was cupping both men, her breathing slowed.

Lucius removed her hand. He wrapped an arm around Hermione and wrapped her arm around his neck.

"I'd like you to play with my hair," he whispered.

Hermione smiled and petted it.

Draco sighed in discontent and puffed his lips out. She wasn't supposed to touch his father's bit!

"Stop being so pigheaded, Draco. I'm not encouraging her to touch me sexually," Lucius said not giving voice to his final thought on the matter 'at the moment.'

“Two serpents, two heirs,” she murmured, “one lioness.”

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