Saving Hermione

Back by popular demand, I have decided to continue the Adventures of Hermione, Severus, and Draco. Hope you all enjoy! Please Read & Review.

After a rigorus session of play in the basement, the three of them lapsed into sleep. Hermione dreamed, reliving memories of her first few times with her men. She could still remember what it had been like to wake up in that strange room, seeing the two of them talking. It had been both exillerating and terrifying to think back on what she had just done with them, to think of what was to come.

They both looked at her at the same time, their faces swinging to her, the look in their eyes predatory. \"I see you are awake. Are you in pain?\" Severus sat on the edge of the bed, one leg drawn up so he could face her comfortably. Draco flopped down over the foot, his chin propped up in his hands, a lazy, sexy look on his face.

\"No, I feel like I have electricity humming through me, but no pain.\" She looked down shyly, not as comfortable in the aftermath as she had been in the preliminaries. She only looked up when she felt the bed shift as Draco began crawling towards her, looking like some wild cat of the jungle. He stalked to her on hands and knees, stopping when his face was a mere inch from her ear.

\"There is no reason to be embarassed, and no cause for shyness. You do not need to hide from us. We don\'t want you to hide anything from us.\" And then he kissed her. It began as a sweet, comforting kiss, but it quickly spiraled into more. He pressed down into her nude body, pining her to the bed with his own wieght. Severus just watched the display, content to see the two of them together. He wouldn\'t deny that he would like to participate, but he would give them their moment. He only joined in when Hermione pulled back from the kiss and looked at him, extending her hand to him.

He joined the two younger people in their romp, quickly discarding his clothes. By unspoke agreement, Draco took her top half, and Severus her bottom half. Draco went back to kissing her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth in mimickery of the event they all knew was soon coming. His fingers twirled and played with her nipples, drawing them into hardened peaks. Meanwhile, Severus occupied himself not in tasting her core, but in working his way to that destination.

He began at her feet, kissing them and sucking on her toes. He circled his tongue around her delicate ankle bone, then kissed up her calves. He spent a few moments teasing the backs of her knees, licking at the sensitive flesh. Then continued on up her thighs to his final destination. He slowly coaxed Hermione to open her legs for him, with tender caresses on her hips and thighs. When she finally parted her legs, he drew a deep breath to hold himself in check and began his minstrations. He placed a gentle kiss on her mons, then ran his tongue along the damp slit. Carefully, keeping his eyes on her face, Severus used his tongue to part the folds and flick the tip of his tongue against the sensitive bud within. He held her still while she shuddered, but didn\'t stop. Her sucked on it gently before nibbling ever so carefully with his teeth. Then he moved down to her opening, his infamous nose rubbing against her clit. Without giving her any warning, he thrust his tongue into her wet core as far as he could. The taste of her was driving him mad, like a sweet red wine, full of different notes of flavour. It wasn\'t long before he gave up all pretense of restraint and feasted on her.

Draco took this moment to observe his professor, marveling at how much pleasure the older man took from the sounds Hermione made. He watched as the man systematically drove her to the brink of orgasm, and then pulled back, leaving her frustrated and edgy. It was because of this frustration that Hermione was driven to take what she needed from any available source. She stroked her hands down Draco\'s ribs and hips to feather touches and caresses down his length. Her tender touches drew a sigh from him, and he was unable to resist her becoming. She eagerly opened her mouth for him when he straddled her chest, but he paused, looking over his shoulder to Severus. He made eye contact with the older man, and waited as Snape drew his mouth from Hermione\'s soaking cunt, positioning his own manhood at her enterance. They locked lips and thrust into the writhering girl in tandem. If she hadn\'t had a mouthful of Draco\'s cock, she would have screamed. As it was, she only managed a muffled groan before she began to suck on his dick.

During her time as a captive to the Death Eaters, Hermione had been repeatedly raped, though they had not taken her virginity. There are so many ways to rape someone, and they knew them all. They had forced her to learn things that gave men pleasure, techniques that drove them mad. Eventually she had learned that the sooner they got off, the sooner they left her alone in that aspect. She had rathered to be tortured than endure that type of attention. But in the oddest turn of events, she found herself strangely grateful of the experience, for now she had a reason to use all the skills she had picked up. With the techniques of a cortesan, the curiousity of a scholar, and the will of a mule, so she set about trying to bring the man fucking her mouth to a spine cracking orgasm.

She succeeded without a doubt. Draco came screaming her name, his seed spurting into her mouth and down her throat with a force not unlike jumping on a squeeze bottle of ketchup, except he tasted better. Draco pulled out of her mouth and rolled to the side, trying to catch his breath. He watched as Severus fucked her and she writchered beneath him. Hermione\'s legs were wrapped around his hips, her hands splayed out to her sides, desperately gripping the sheets to the bed. Snape was poised above her, propped up on his hands, arms stiff. It was entrancing to watch the man pumping easily in and out of her, his hard length disappearing into her body with a fleshy smacking sound, only to reappear with a wet sucking noise. Draco watched as the darker man lost control and began pumping into the young girl wildly, thrusting into her fast and hard with a savage grin on his face. Hermione came screaming incoherently, her body bucking and shaking, limbs locked around him like a living set of manacles. Severus came inside of her with a howl, sounding like some wild creature of the Forbidden Forest, before he collapsed on her.

Draco smiled. He knew it had been awhile since Snape had had a good lay, and Hermione was talented if nothing else; talented in
everything she did except for divinations and broom riding. He got up from the bed and went to the bathing portion of the room, drawing up a hot bath for the three of them...

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Hermione awoke from the memory/dream with a contented sigh, yet again thankful for her last scrap of bravery that had allowed her to accept the offer they had presented her with, thankful she had gotten the courage to take their relationship to the next level after
Graduation.