Inside the Blackest Heart (Edit, Not Update)

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 61 ~ Epilogue #6

“Please, have a seat,” Hermione said, gesturing towards the two armchairs. As the wizards seated themselves, the witch gestured toward the table holding the wine and food.

“You’re both welcome to have some wine, or something to eat,” Hermione said.

Lucius and Snape leveled their eyes at her in a way that made her insides feel like jelly. Gods, they were both just so…sexual. There was no other word she could think of to describe them as they sat there, all coiled and looking ready to spring.

“Ah…no thank you, Primordial,” Lucius said in a low voice, “My current hunger does not run towards food this evening. Something much more delicious has me, I mean my stomach, growling.” He let his eyes sweep over her slowly, pausing at her thighs. Hermione blushed bright red.

“Well, it’s there if you change your mind, Lucius,” Hermione said, sitting down.

Her eyes shifted to Snape, who was sitting, staring at her with blatant, angry lust, his black eyes holding that same hot, hard look they held when he was plunging in and out of her. He’d like nothing better than to rip her dress off of her and pin her down in the armchair she was sitting in and fuck her until she broke apart. His eyes told her this in no uncertain manner. She looked away from him, down at her hands for a moment, trying to hold back the fire spreading through her lower belly. How was she going to get through this? All right. She had to address them.

“Gentlemen, we all know why you are here. Out of all the applicants I received and interviewed, I have narrowed the candidates for my consort down to you two since you both have the traits and apparent talents I require in an occasional companion. I will not require my consort to dwell with me, or even to spend too much time with me. Basically, he will come to me when I am in need of physical satiation, or to put it bluntly, desire sex. We will have no actual claim on each other, and are free to pursue other pleasures or relationships outside of this one, as long as we are careful not to contract any STD’s. Do I make myself clear about this, gentlemen?”

Both wizards nodded and looked at her attentively.

“Although I am not against romantic gestures, this won’t be a true romance in that it is a mutual sharing of pleasures. However, I wish to be treated as more than someone to fuck. When my consort comes to me, I expect him to act and treat me like an attentive lover, and take his time with me. I expect him to make me feel wanted and beautiful, not as if I am a chore,” she said.

“I doubt that fucking you would ever be a chore, Primordial,” Lucius said softly.

Hermione swallowed and gave him a small smile. She continued.

“I also expect stellar performances. I have very…powerful needs, and I need a powerful lover to sate those needs.”

She knew Snape knew what she needed in bed, but she wanted to be sure Lucius knew for sure. The blonde wizard was powerfully built beneath his robes, no doubt he could deliver. At this statement, Lucius and Snape cut their eyes at each other. Hermione caught the shared look, and it made her feel a bit uncomfortable. But she made herself continue, wanting to be absolutely sure the wizards knew what she required.

“I will try to give several days notice when I wish to see my consort. However, I may request to see him on the same day, depending on my needs. I believe in the beginning it will be quite…frequently,” Hermione said, flushing a bit, “then will probably taper off as we settle into our roles. Would that be a problem for you, Lord Malfoy?”

Lucius smiled at her. “Not at all, Primordial. It would be my pleasure to help you “catch up” on your missed nights of pleasure,” he replied smoothly.

“For the most part, you will probably not be required to spend the entire night with me, though I might request it from time to time. A bed can be lonely sometimes. Do either of you have a problem with that,” she asked.

“As long as you make your desire clear beforehand, I have no problem with staying overnight with you, Primordial,” Snape said silkily, his black eyes glittering. “Do you plan to actually sleep on these occasions?”

Hermione blushed again. Why did she keep blushing, damn it?

“Yes, though I imagine that will depend on my consort. I don’t want to have to request sex. I expect my consort to be aggressive and confident, as well as demanding. To act like a man acts when he desires a woman,” she replied to the Potions Master.

“I do demanding very well,” drawled Lucius, his eyes sweeping her body again, “I must say, Primordial, that your candid descriptions of what you want is making me hard as diamond. I suggest you get to the part about choosing one of us. You are in very real danger of having that choice taken from you at this rate. I can barely remain seated as it is.”

Hermione felt a rush of wetness between her legs, so sudden that she shifted in the armchair. Her eyes went half-lidded for a quick moment, and both wizards were quite aware of her arousal. Snape was having a difficult time remaining seated as well. He knew all the signs of her wanting to be fucked. Hurry up and spring it on her Lucius.

“All right, Lucius,” Hermione said, her voice breaking. She cleared her throat to cover that quaver of need. “Tell me why you believe I should choose you as a consort over Severus.”

Hermione sat back in the armchair as Lucius took a long, measuring look at the Potions Master. He turned his gray eyes back to her, slightly narrowed.

“I don’t believe you should choose me over Severus, Primordial,” he stated.

Hermione was flabbergasted, and a bit disappointed. Did Lucius change his mind about wanting to be her consort?

“Are you withdrawing your application, Lucius?” she asked. Her disappointment was evident in her voice. She knew she had to make a choice between them, but she didn’t want the wizard to drop out.

“Not at all,” he purred, “I am simply saying I don’t think I should be chosen over Severus.”

Hermione looked confused.

“Nor do I think, Hermione, that I should be chosen over Lucius. We both can give you what you need, and both desire you greatly. What we are saying is we want you to accept both of us. Have two consorts instead of one,” Snape said smoothly, his black eyes watching her face intently.

Hermione blanched.

“Two consorts? Take both of you as lovers? I couldn’t!” she gasped, even though inwardly her body was reacting to the idea. Having two sexy, dark wizards at her beck and call. Gods…it was too kinky.

“Why not? Men often have more than one woman they call on. We are not chauvinistic, Primordial. You have a right to have more than one lover if you wish. Snape and I have a history of sharing women. I think you would be very satisfied with such an arrangement. You could have your choice of either of us…”

Here Lucius’ eyes narrowed lustfully,

“…or let both of us pleasure you…together.”

Hermione almost passed out at the thought of the two wizards fucking her at the same time. . She was going into overload. She began to shake, noticeably. And it wasn’t from fear. Her body wanted something that her mind was desperately fighting. Two wizards at once? Two very passionate, brutal wizards at that? Her masochistic streak was writhing inside her, screaming to be heard. What would it be like to submit to the lusts of both men? Gods, it was so wrong…so twisted, but so appealing to her darker nature.

“No.” she forced herself to say. “It wouldn’t be right.”

“By the way your body is shaking, Primordial, I think you are far past the concerns of what’s right. What you need seems to be what is important at this moment. And you need a good fucking,” he said, “Wouldn’t you agree, Severus?”

“Yessss,” the Potions Master hissed, his black eyes locked to the trembling witch. Hermione would probably orgasm the minute either of them touched her, she was so wound up.

“We both know what you want. All you have to do is let us give it to you,” Lucius said in a low, persuasive voice, “It would be double your pleasure, Primordial.”

“And if you don’t agree to accept both of us, Hermione,” Snape said in an equally low voice, tinged with harshness, “We will both withdraw our applications, and your search for a consort will have to begin again.”

Hermione gasped at this. The bastards! They planned this whole thing.

“Are you blackmailing me?” she asked, enraged

“Indubitably,” Lucius replied grinning at her. Snape nodded, a smirk on his face.

She’d show them.

“You should both know better than to fuck with a Primordial,” she snarled, her face contorted in anger. She was going to bounce them off the walls for their audacity.

Both wizards went pale. Shit. This wasn’t the reaction they had hoped for.

Hermione concentrated.

Nothing happened.

She looked at them in surprise, then closed her eyes and concentrated again.

Still nothing. Her powers wouldn’t work for her in this situation. She was too emotional.

The wizards waited to be blasted into pieces. When nothing happened, they stared at the Primordial, then looked at each other, realization dawning on them. When they turned their eyes back on Hermione, both sets were predatory.

“It seems your powers are on our side, Primordial. If what we wanted to do to you were meant to harm or hurt you in any way, your powers would have manifested. You should accept your inability to punish us as a testament to the rightness of our idea,” Lucius said, leaning forward now as he looked at the rather confused witch.

Hermione’s amber eyes shifted between the two wizards. She was still shaking. Her powers had bailed on her. They wouldn’t let her hurt the wizards.

“So what will it be, Hermione? Will you accept us both, or do we leave you here alone, hot, bothered and needing relief?” Snape asked, now sitting on the edge of his seat, “Between us, we’ll make you come so much, you’ll think you’ve sprung a leak.”

Hermione’s shudders intensified. She was in a quandary. She didn’t want to spend another night craving the wizards, or go through the application process again. But she was desperately trying to hold on to her ideas of what was proper, while her body was screaming for her to just capitulate and let what was going to happen, happen.

Snape could smell her arousal now. He was ready to just take her. So was Lucius.

The blonde wizard looked at her.

“I see this is difficult for you, Primordial. You’ve never experienced two wizards before. How about we try to convince you that it will feel right? You could tell us to stop whenever you like,” Lucius said softly.

Snape looked at Lucius, thinking if Hermione gave him permission to start, he had no intentions on stopping until he had the witch impaled and shuddering release on the end of his cock. And probably not even then. This was the difference between he and Lucius. In situations outside of the Revels, Lucius preferred to seduce a woman, then brutalize her. Snape acted on a woman’s body language. If he saw her body was saying yes, he’d take her despite her protestations. Hermione’s body was screaming yes at full volume.

“Speak for yourself, Lucius. If she says yes, I’m not going to stop until I’ve fucked the shit out of her,” the Potions Master growled. “Look at her. She needs it.”

“Patience, Severus,” Lucius said, eyeing the dark wizard.

Snape stood there a minute, locking eyes with the wizard. Then he exploded.

“Fuck patience, Lucius! I’ve dealt with her before. I know what she needs. If we wait for her to say yes, we’ll be standing here until sunrise,” he said.

The Potions Master jumped up from his chair, strode over to where Hermione was seated and looked down at her. The witch’s amber eyes were fixed on him. She couldn’t even speak she was so torn.

“This is just like the first time I had you, Hermione. I had to take away the choice. You didn’t regret it then, you won’t regret it now,” he breathed. Then he yanked her up from the chair and pulled her tight against his body. Hermione groaned and molded herself to him, trembling.. The Potions Master looked at Lucius.

“You see? She’s ready, Lucius…for both of us,” he said, his black eyes hot.

Lucius looked at the witch.

“She seems ready for you, Snape…but I’d like to see if she is indeed ready for me as well,” he said walking over to the pair and pulling Hermione away from Snape.

He pulled the gasping witch toward him, and lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply. His mouth was warm, his tongue hungry as he tasted the Primordial. She began to respond to him. He pulled her against him, grinding his erection into her belly. She gasped in his mouth. He pulled back from her, and his gray eyes searched her face intently. Hermione tried to move back in, her body longing for contact. She had lost the battle.

Lucius looked at the Potions Master.

“You’re right. She is very ready and beyond protesting,” he said, sweeping Hermione up in his arms. “I take it we’ve been accepted. Where’s her bedroom?”

“I don’t know,” Snape growled, looking at the witch in Lucius’ arms hungrily, “But we’ll damn well find it.”

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A/N: lol. Had to stretch the tension out juuuuust a bit longer. (Stop shaking your fist at me, Charmy! :::snicker:::) Lemons are inevitable now. I’m literally sweating here. Whew. I have to run to the bank right now and practice my “robbing Peter to pay Paul” skills.. I will probably have the next chapter out by this evening. Please review this chapter.