April in Paris

My thanks to wonderful kazfeist for beta-reading this story!
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A gentle April sun cast its light on their table under the awning of Café de Flore, but the chilly wind made everyone button up his coat. Hermione surveyed the crowds milling on Boulevard Saint-Germain on this Saturday afternoon and wondered how soon they would be free to go back to their flat in Le Marais and devote themselves to the main purpose of their weekend getaway. She glanced at her husband and the Potters, and knew that they all were thinking the same.

“I like Paris in April so much more - not too many tourists yet,” chirped Hannah Longbottom, sipping her hot chocolate.

“So you‘re sharing a flat in Paris?” Neville said loudly and picked the last bits of la salade nicoise from his plate. “The real estate is so expensive here, of course.”

“Well, it‘s more convenient that way,” answered Ginny in her most pragmatic tone and felt a nudge from Harry under the table. Of course, he’s eager to dismiss them now. “Less upkeep and hassle with all those house-elves here.”

“We come here regularly but not that often to justify separate quarters. Harry occasionally works with the folks on Quai des Orvefres, and Draco sometimes stops over on his business trips to Europe,” Hermione produced a perfectly dull explanation for Hannah, who nodded in agreement. The Longbottoms were really nice and she would enjoy spending a morning with them some other time, but now she was very much ready to wrap up their late lunch. It was such an unfortunate occurrence that George Weasley spilled their travel plans to the gregarious Hannah Longbottom during his customary visit to the Leaky Cauldron, which she owned now. Neville called Harry right away, and the latter was too nice to decline his proposal for a joint jaunt across the Channel. Thank Merlin, Ginny had weaselled out of the afternoon excursion to Monmartre with the Longbottoms.

The raw thirst for sex was the essence of Hermione‘s existence for the moment. Several times Draco had planted his right hand on her thigh, clothed in sheer nylon. He almost pushed her hem all the way up on his last try. She kicked him under the table to prevent her knickers from getting completely soaked, and now, judging by Ginny’s slight wincing, he was harassing her with his left hand. Harry resorted to an absolute minimum of response to the Longbottoms’ chat, apparently hoping to bore them to death.

Finally, the lunch was over, and the Longbottoms sailed off in cheerful spirits. When they disappeared from sight, Draco turned to the witches and produced a small blue box from his pocket. Ginny and Hermione gave him curious looks, which amused him a bit. He made the box hover in the air in front of their faces.

“We want you both to put this on when we get to our place.” He imagined how this thing would look on the girls’ naked bodies. Draco glanced at Harry and knew that he was thinking along the same lines. “Don’t open it now, ok?”

“OK.” Ginny reached for the box and it slid into her palm. “Does it come with a user manual?”

Draco and Harry laughed.

“Shall I call George and ask what you’ve bought at WWW recently?” jested Hermione and received a light slap on her bum from Harry. “You’ll pay for this one, Harry!”

“Now I’m scared, Hermione,” smirked Harry. He was very much relieved now that the Longbottoms had left. Everyone had been giving him reproving looks the whole morning for his being too soft with Neville when the latter forced the joint excursion idea upon their little company.

Ginny put the blue box in her purse, and they Apparated in front of the entrance to their flat which was on the top landing of a wide spiral stairway with wrought iron railings. Upon entering it, Hermione and Ginny quickly departed to one of the smaller bedrooms upstairs in the attic.


“Those are so pretty!” exclaimed Ginny when she opened the box and extracted its content. Four little gold clamps, shaped like finely detailed scallop shells, were connected with a thin gold chain which looked like a large letter X with a clamp on each end.

Hermione, who already was wearing only her bra and knickers, took one of the clamps and tested it on her pinkie finger. It clamped on it softly with a light tugging sensation.

“A new kind of nipple clamps, I guess,” Hermione said. “So cute… I wonder what kind of enchantment Draco put on them.”

“Are our tits in for some suffering?” Ginny hooked the glittering chain with her forefinger.

“Draco can be quite a deviant,” Hermione pulled her knickers down. “Makes for more thrill.”

“You’re both perverts. Do you have our things ready?” Ginny wondered, as she surveyed her naked body in a mirror. She ran her hands down her hips and the anticipation of what was to come made warmth pool in her nether parts. Ginny looked at Hermione and admired her boobs as she took her bra off. “Some colour on your nipples?”

“Yes, I’ve got the stuff ready. And where’s the rouge, Gin?” Hermione dangled the chain with the clamps. “Let’s put them on when we do our performance for them.”

“Your wicked fantasies - we’re going to give them quite a show,” chuckled Ginny and summoned a tube with the rouge. She came closer to her friend and started rubbing gently some of it onto her nipples. The deep red-coloured cream from a magical erotica shop made her nipples tingle sensuously. Hermione held her breath. She knew that in a few minutes her nipples would become darkened and a little swollen, and Ginny wouldn’t miss a chance to plant a couple of quick licks of her tongue on each of them. Their last couple of trips to Jupiter et Juno, their favourite spa, affirmed that Ginny liked to touch and caress her. The deft way her girlfriend did it titillated Hermione a good deal. This sensuous grooming was already becoming a ritual for them both.

“You’d want them to shag you first, right?” asked Hermione.

“Sure - I know how you love watching it. You‘re such a voyeur, Hermione.”

Ginny’s fingers picked a dab of lotion from a small jar and slipped between Hermione’s thighs. Her friend‘s secret folds where invitingly warm and moist, and her fingertips relished the smoothness of the hairless skin around them. The lotion was going to make her intimate parts more sensitive to whatever their men were going to do with them. The thought of it aroused Ginny, and her hand massaged her friend’s between her legs harder. Hermione’s breath grew a little ragged from the sensations she inflicted on her.

“Do me now, Hermione,” Ginny whispered, and pushed up her breasts with her hands. Hermione reverently prepared her intimate parts for the lovemaking. She imagined how the two wizards would do sinful things to Ginny, their masculinity in a stark contrast to her petite feminine body. The mere thought of it was making her positively crazed with lust.

Hermione took a deep breath as she finished grooming Ginny, then picked up the clamps and put them in a black velvet pouch together with the rest of their implements. “Let’s go over our little scenario, Gin.”

“The clamps - what will we do with them?” asked Ginny.

Hermione pondered for a few seconds. “After the rings part, let’s put the clamps on each other in front of them. Slowly and seductively. What do you think?”

“We’re going to drive them nuts,” snickered Ginny.

“Never underestimate a femme fatale,” Hermione said smugly. “The dark power of sex, remember this.”

They recited their plan in hushed voices, and let out a small giggle, as they headed to the door.

******

Bright sunshine filtered through the gossamer fabric of the window draperies. Draco and Harry, fully naked, were lounging in the chairs facing the foot of the bed.

The main bedroom was an eclectic affair. Their wives indulged freely in their bohemian fantasies while furnishing their weekend retreat. The roomy bed under a pretty embroidered bedspread, aptly nicknamed a sexodrome by Harry in his usual Muggle style of humour, was accompanied by two sombre vintage black leather armchairs, an Art Deco drawer chest, a very ancient and rather odd horse-shaped seat that they were still to put to some use, two sadistic-looking metal poles that Hermione proclaimed to be works of art, a baroque erotica painting above the chest and an incomprehensible array of bright splotches and lines on a canvas on another wall. At some point Draco wondered if it was the late Crookshanks who’d painted it, only to be lectured by the two witches on the modern art. His amusement at the appalled ladies’ faces was worth it, though.

Draco glanced in the direction of the door impatiently. The black leather of the chair felt cool against his already heated body. He looked at Harry: he was fisting his very ready member. If not for those Longbottom morons, their party would already be in full swing by now… But he knew better than to express his opinion on Harry’s relations with his old Gryffindor friends.

“Witches take forever to primp,” Draco drawled and contemplated starting pleasing his cock on his own as well. Heck, he’d rather wanted them to do it.

“They’re figuring out the clamps puzzle you gave them,” smirked Harry. “I’m hard as a stone, by Merlin.”

“Hermione must’ve had something up her sleeve. Her creativity never ceases to amaze me.”

“More like Ginny’s having a go at her. My wife’s a confirmed bisexual now, as it turns out.” Harry flicked his wand. The bedspread and blankets flew off the bed and landed in a heap in a corner.

“You’ve both got your kinks. Heard you had my wife and Ginny put on a show for you the other day.“ Draco stretched in his armchair. “Damn, I’m going to send an owl upstairs!”

“No need for the owl, darling,” a feminine voice rang from the door. The men’s heads swivelled in her direction. Hermione, her skin creamy in the subdued sunlight from the tall windows, strolled in, gorgeously nude and barefoot. Her manicured fingers deposited a small black velvet pouch on the drawer chest behind the armchairs. She kissed Draco on his lips lightly and then walked behind him to bestow another kiss on Harry.

Harry breathed in the sweet vanilla scent of Hermione’s hair as she leaned over him, and watched Ginny sail in, her hips swaying seductively and her small feet stepping on the rug softly. His cock gave a shudder, as his wife stood in front of the two men, her hands cupping her full breasts with lusciously red nipples.

“You are to stay in your chairs and not to touch us with your hands. Nor will you touch yourselves,” her throaty voice commanded them. In spite of being a petite woman, Ginny had the stature of a goddess in moments like this. His stare travelled down to her indecently bare secret slit and a crazy wave surged through Harry’s insides. He had to make an effort to keep his hands on the armrests.

“If you disobey and touch us or yourselves with your hands, you’ll be punished. “ Hermione said in a clear and firm tone from behind. “We’ll tell you when you’re free to please yourselves.” Her voice was akin to a crystal stream of water from the dark depths of the haunted Hogwarts Lake.

“And what happens if I break your rules?” Draco teased her and slid his palm down his very much erect member. Sometimes he was just in that mood to get under his wife’s skin. The same second ropes sprang from the sides of his chair and swiftly bound his wrists to the armrests. His cock twitched madly from the surprise. “Hell, you’re evil today!”

“Yes, I am,” Hermione breathed into his ear as her lips nipped at his earlobe. “More to come, Draco boy.” Her soft breasts brushed against his cheek and then she walked around the chairs to face the wizards.

Ginny took in both of the wizards, their taut members and straining bodies, and felt a great sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. When Hermione placed her hand on her waist gently, she turned and cupped her friend’s deliciously full, pear-like breasts. The rouge that she had put on them darkened her nipples, and it thrilled her to sense them, swollen and hardened under her thumbs. Ginny knew that the wizards’ eyes were fixed on her hands fondling Hermione’s breasts. She kneaded them and flicked the nipples with her fingernails, which elicited small moans from Hermione.

“And the clamps?” Draco spoke suddenly, his voice raspy.

“There’s time for everything.” Ginny smiled royally at the blond wizard. She was the queen of the moment, and she savoured it. “Patience, Draco.”

Hermione closed her eyes, as Ginny’s fingers travelled down to her crotch. Her hands nudged her to sit down on the edge of the bed. Ginny patted the insides of her thighs. Hermione heeded the signal and spread her legs, making her pussy visible to the men. She flipped her eyelids open and met Harry’s dark stare. Hermione saw his cock twitch, and then his hand jerked towards it reflexively.

“Punishment, Harry,” Hermione’s voice wavered, as Ginny’s adroit fingers flicked her clit, and she strained to cast the non-verbal spell. Ropes sprang out and bound Harry’s forearms to the armrests. He groaned with frustration, and the sound of his voice sent a hot wave rippling through Hermione‘s body. It was dizzyingly erotic to her to yield this kind of control.

Draco couldn’t take his eyes off the witches. The rosy petals of Hermione’s cunt were glistening with her juices, and he could see the moisture seeping down the insides of her thighs and dampening the bed sheets. He was fiercely jealous of Ginny’s slender fingers, as they roamed the luscious folds, and at the same time he immensely relished the feminine grace of Ginny’s body, as she fondled his wife. Her round tits brushed against Hermione’s shoulder, and her pearly buttocks beckoned him. A sunbeam broke in between the curtains, and he saw the wetness glisten on the inside of Ginny’s leg. Against his will, this small detail made him to lean forward in his seat. The ropes cut into his forearms ruthlessly, and he sank back, breathing heavily.

“You’re - you’re killing me…” Draco croaked. He heard Harry groaning in his armchair again, and realised that the other wizard’s arms were bound too. “You’re so - so fucking wicked…”

Ginny straightened up, admiring her girlfriend’s thoroughly flushed and aroused looks. She leaned and kissed Hermione on her lips gently. Her heavy-lidded eyes opened and she heard her faint whisper, “Move on?”

“Yes,” Ginny breathed back and turned towards the men. She gave Draco a long kiss on his feverish lips, and then trailed her fingers through the small blond curls on his lean chest, flicking his nipples along the way. He parted his thighs for her, and she kneeled in front of him, his glorious member jutting before her. From the corner of her eye she saw Hermione lean into Harry’s face. Ginny stroked Draco’s strong legs before edging deeper between them. Then her lips and tongue were on his cock, and, boy, it was really stiff…

Harry met Hermione’s lips with vigour, and their tongues danced together. He was madly aching to hold her in his hands and to have her… Suddenly, she broke the kiss off and drew away. His eyes took in her titillating body, her swaying tits and the sinful cleft between her legs. Her lips parted temptingly, Hermione squatted between his knees and pressed her breasts against his rigid member. She rubbed it between her tits, and it made him writhe in his seat. Her feminine power was so obscenely regal and tortuously seductive that there was no way for him to escape it, nor did he want to do so.

“Hermione - I think it’s time,” Harry heard his wife’s low, carnal voice. In an instant, Hermione stood up, and reached behind the armchair. Time for what? The question floated in his dazed mind, but, with his body being so crazed with desire, his mental powers were reduced to a bare minimum.

Hermione was aware that she was on the edge of losing control of herself, and she didn’t dare to do the wandless magic. She picked up her wand from the chest behind the armchairs. Accio! Two gold-studded leather rings flew out of the black pouch and landed in her outstretched palm. The same second she heard her husband emit a growl, and her stomach did a flip-flop at the sound. She knew what his reaction would be, and that there would be no mercy from him later, but it was exactly the response she was seeking.

Draco watched Ginny step away and stand beside Hermione. Damned rings - he should’ve expected those… Bloody Merlin, how splendid they both were… The intoxicating scents of the women’s arousals intermingled and filled the room. Hermione swung both of the rings on her forefinger for everyone to see, and Ginny smiled smugly, stretching her curvy body and sticking out her bosom. They both were like pagan priestesses, serving the great deity of Eros, and a mere sight of them tormented Draco.

Hermione whispered the incantation and waved her wand. The rings expanded magically and darted away in the air. They slid onto the two nearly bursting cocks and shrunk to sit snugly at the base of each. The men gasped in unison. Now they all were in for a long afternoon…

“And - the clamps,” Hermione flicked her wand again. The miniature gold shells with the chains connecting them hovered in mid-air. Ginny caught two of the clamps and pulled them down, and Hermione got hold of the remaining two shells.

“C’mon, Ginny.“ Hermione fingered the thin but strong chain, then pulled and twisted Ginny’s hardened nipple for a little while before setting a clamp on it. The novelty of the sharp pinching sensation made Ginny to bend backwards a little, and then the clamp‘s hold relaxed a little. In the same way the other nipple was adorned with a tiny shell. “Now - put those on me.”

The clamps tugging on her extremely tender nipples and sending shivers down her spine, Ginny rubbed and nipped Hermione’s tits, and her friend watched it from below her leaden eyelids. Then the other pair of the clamps was latched on the rosy buds, and Hermione’s body arched from the sensations too. Out of sudden, the four feet of the chain between the witches shrunk and jerked their breasts together. They fell into each other’s embrace, their nipples prickling like crazy. Coming back to their senses, they attempted to part cautiously, and the chains magically grew longer. Still, each movement of Hermione’s resulted in a tug on Ginny’s tits, and every time it sent a piercing jolt throughout her entire body. Before the witches had time to comprehend it fully, another sudden shrinkage sent their two bodies smashing into each other, their nipples burning and their cunts beginning to throb.

“Merlin, can someone stop it…” Ginny whimpered into the crook of Hermione’s neck, as they tumbled onto the bed. Her pussy now on fire, she needed her man really bad.

“Set us free, you wenches,” Draco gnarled. The sight of the little shells abusing those delectable globes brought his arousal to new heights. The supple leather of the ring held his cock pleasurably tight, but he knew it could constrict any time and make him teeter on the brink of erotic torment.

“Yes -yes.” Hermione swished her wand, and the ropes disappeared. The clamps loosened their grip on her aching nipples, the chains lengthened, and she breathed a small sigh of relief.

“The rings too,” groaned Harry. His eyes were affixed on the luxuriously red nipples, tethered together and being pulled and strained, as the two witches tried to align their bodies.

“Not now.” Hermione wanted to have it in full. She uttered a charm to relax Harry’s ring a little, and he wrapped his palm around his much-aroused cock eagerly.

“You’ll pay for it, minx.” Draco was now towering over his wife, and Hermione parted her legs for his splendidly erect member. The shells squeezed her nipples harder, and her body shuddered. His gaze steady on her, Draco ran his fingers through her folds, then nipped her clit, and she pressed her thighs against his hand.

“Not now, sweetie. Watch us fuck her – you love it, don’t you?” he said huskily and nodded towards Ginny, who was reclining on the pillows piled up against the headboard. Hermione mewled, torn between the anticipation and the protest. His arms lifted her and flipped her over, so her face was now at the feet of the bed. A sharp tug at the nipples resulted, making Ginny and Hermione let out small shrieks simultaneously. Then several pillows were stuffed under her head and shoulders. She shifted into a more comfortable position, and surrendered to whatever was to come.

Ginny was sinking into a daze of pure lust. Her nipples were getting sore under the clamps, and Harry’s hungry lips roaming her breasts only unravelled her more. Then his mouth was on hers, and someone was doing something wicked to her clit. She peeked past Harry’s black hair and saw the blond head nestled at her crotch. Draco’s tongue laved at her folds, dipped into her cunt and swirled around her oversensitive clit. Torture it was indeed, the sweetest torture in the world.

Hermione was going over the edge. The unimaginably sexy sight of the two strong and virile wizards making love to Ginny, and the resulting tugs and pulls on her now aching nipples from every movement of her girlfriend, were shattering her into pieces. Desperate for a relief, Hermione slipped her hand between her legs, but another hand caught it before it reached the destination.

“No touching yourself.” Draco croaked as he lifted his head, her hand firmly in his grip. Merlin, if Hermione wanted to climax, she wasn’t to do it without a man. He grabbed her wand, which lay forgotten on the bed, and muttered an incantation. A pair of soft sheepskin cuffs bound her hands behind her back promptly. She wiggled frantically, the tiny gold shells dancing on her engorged nipples, and her body was irresistibly beautiful in the scattered sunlight. Draco drew away from Ginny to plant a big kiss on Hermione’s mouth, and his wife’s rosy lips responded with ardour. He slid his fingers up her drenched pussy, and her feverish flesh clenched on them delightfully.

Harry worshipped Ginny’s body, his lips wandering down her neck and to her shoulders, licking at the cute freckles on her skin, and then drifting down to her sweet, rotund breasts. His cock, rigid with the pent-up desire, begged for a speedy entry into her. He was still dragging it out, wanting to consume her and to excite her ever more. Her fingers travelled down his chest and rubbed his nipples, sending small shivers of pleasure through his body. Each time he stumbled upon the gold chains, snaking down Ginny’s soft abdomen, the two most gorgeous witches he ever knew uttered low, animalistic groans, and it aroused him no end. His enchanted leather ring pulsated, the gold studs pressing now and then on his crazed cock just enough to prevent him from exploding.

Harry shot a glance at Draco, who joined him beside Ginny again. The blond wizard settled between her open legs dangling from the edge of the bed, his member grazing her pussy. His pale grey eyes met Harry’s stare, and a questioning expression appeared on his face.

“Wait…” Harry nudged Ginny to roll onto her right side, and she obeyed, pulling her left knee to her chest. Her wonderfully round buttocks now in his view, he couldn’t wait any more. A lubricating charm, and his stiff member was now making its way between her cheeks, and into the tight warmth of her rear entry. He knew he couldn’t come this time, but it felt so good to be inside her, and to drive her to the utmost heights of pleasure.

Draco plunged his impatient cock into Ginny’s weeping cunt, her muscles embracing it tightly. She was heavenly in her eager desire, so responsive and sensuous. Her head jerked backwards and her fingernails scraped at the bed sheets, as the two men slid back and forth inside her, her cinnamon red hair gone wild on the pillows, and her red lips gasping for air.

“Oh… Harry- Draco -,” Ginny muttered incoherently, the two cocks winding her body up tightly like a coil. They went slowly at first, excruciatingly slowly, then speeded up gradually, finding a common rhythm along the way, and it was the moment when everything ceased to exist for her, except the two men whom she desired most, and her overpowering arousal. Then something snapped, and her muscles went into a wild throb, her bum bucked against the loins of the two wizards, and her whole self dissolved in the whirlpool of an all-consuming orgasm.

Hermione was moaning and swaying her hips, her sexual desire going berserk, as she watched Ginny climax and then slump against the cushy pillows, sweaty and panting. The few shoves of Draco’s fingers up her cunt inflamed her worse instead of quenching her libido. The enchanted clamps would loosen up one moment and she’d forget about them only to be startled by a sudden tug and squeeze of the shells. Her bastard of a husband knew how to drive her into everlasting insanity. Even the fact that the pulling at her tits stopped when Ginny went still, was of almost no relief to her.

“Please - please,” Hermione begged, seeing the men pull out of her friend.

“Take the rings off first,” Harry rasped, desperate for the relief.

Hermione held the stare of the green eyes. “After - after you make me come.”

“You want it?” Harry asked menacingly. Merlin, she wanted some really hard banging…

Hermione let out a low chuckle. With a nod from Draco, Harry swiftly moved to her side, pulled Hermione to the edge of the bed and pushed her legs apart. His thick member, slick and hard, slammed into her, making Hermione gasp. Against her will, she swung to the side. The gold chains pulled taut and gave Ginny a start. The same minute Draco held Hermione’s shoulders, and she felt her cuffs fall off.

“Ginny - come here.” Harry’s voice was completely hoarse. He was going to give Hermione a hell of shag. “Do her too.”

He began thrusting in and out of Hermione’s body, and Ginny, her libido doing a crescendo again, kneeled beside him. Her finger slid into Hermione’s folds.

“No - your mouth,” Harry commanded. Ginny glanced at him and saw a devilish smile cross his lips. She leaned and circled the deliciously swollen clit, peeking out of Hermione’s slit, with the tip of her tongue, her cheek rubbing against Harry’s hard shaft and his ring. Hermione’s hips jerked wildly, and the startled Ginny, her clamps biting at her hard again, sank her teeth into her friend’s aroused flesh.

It was a pure devilry - both of the Potters going at her oversensitive cunt. The sweet agony of it spiralled through Hermione’s body, and her hand yanked the cursed gold chain in her momentary insanity. Another attack on her clit followed, and Harry kept hitting her achingly sensitive inner centre. Draco latched on to her breast, pulling at the shell and nipping at the tender areola. Her hands gripped Draco’s shoulders, as she bucked from Harry’s banging her.

“My Lord, please - go -” Ginny heard Hermione whimper, and her own pussy grew more needy too. When Harry pulled out of Hermione a little, Ginny swiped her tongue around his shaft, her teeth grazing the taut skin, and felt his fingers weave into her hair. She looked up at his robust torso and met his dark stare. In her adoration of him, her lips peppered his abdomen with small kisses all the way up to his navel. Then Harry plunged into the deep red folds, and Ginny nipped at the delectable clit vigorously. Hermione’s hips undulated, and Ginny’s tongue couldn’t resist planting a couple of licks over her friend’s smooth hairless skin right above the slit. It was the ultimate coition of the male and the female, and Ginny’s blinding libido soared at such a close-up sight of it. She stuck her bum out. Where was Draco, after all?

Apparently, Draco read her mind, because the same moment his hands steadied Ginny’s hips, and then his member slid into her pussy from behind. Back and forth, back and forth, and then the maddening ecstasy - it didn’t take Ginny long to climax again and collapse on top of Hermione’s stomach.

Hermione, meanwhile, was sinking into torrents of achingly sweet pleasure. Harry pounded her hard, and her pussy clenched around him, her whole body on fire. Under Ginny’s weight on top of her, Hermione quaked and screamed in her own rapture.

“Oh - that was mag - magnificent.” Hermione stuttered, slowly coming back to her senses. She palmed the bed for her wand, and someone promptly set it in her hand. Hermione muttered the incantation, and the rings flew off the men’s members, now soaked with the women’s rich juices.

The incredibly erotic sight of his wife, all tussled and dishevelled, her pussy raw and swollen, was more than he could bear. Draco had to take her now, to release himself inside her willing body. In an instant he had her in his embrace, his impossibly stiff cock inside her heated wetness.

“The shells - please…” she moaned, and Draco cast a quick charm to free the witches’ abused nipples. As the clamps fell off, she flinched from the pain, then his tongue was licking and soothing her nipples, and it was heavenly. She ground her hips against him, wanting to gratify his long-suffering member, and he responded in kind, thrusting inside her savagely. Her lips found his, and her teeth grazed his tongue. Hermione was soaring high again, and Draco was hitting her harder, and then he shuddered wildly, shouted her name and burst inside her, while she combusted around him. Then he lay very still next to her, and she gently traced her finger along his sweaty brow, her body satiated and languorous.

Hermione and Draco heard the other couple scream their release. Harry was on top of Ginny next to them, his face buried in the crook of her neck, her legs wrapped around his bum, and her hands caressing his shoulders and back. They shook in their orgasmic frenzy like a strange beast, and then Harry was kissing his wife on her chin and cheeks softly, as her legs unwrapped and fell on the bed.

Completely spent and sated, Ginny waved her wand lazily to summon the blankets. Then, blissful slumber enveloped them all.

******

It was already dark outside, and several candles floated in the air, casting a warm glow on the sitting room furnishings. Flames danced merrily in the fireplace. The plates with remainders of the dinner were piled on a tray on a side table.

“Wine anyone?“ Ginny held up the remaining bottle of Bordeaux. “Harry?”

“No, thanks.” Harry fingered his empty glass and set it on the leather seat of the chair next to the white overstuffed one he was currently sprawled on. His body was so lightweight and languid after the fantastic sex they all had. The fire was blazing, but he did not mind the heat since he was completely naked, like everyone else in the room. In this company, it was liberating to sit like this. His mind was pleasantly relaxed and vacant after the gourmet dinner and plentiful wine.

“Some for me, please,” said Hermione and held out her glass. “Draco?”

“Nope,” Draco murmured, his head nestled cosily in Hermione’s lap, and his long body stretched all the way on the burgundy red couch directly opposite the fireplace. He turned his face and traced his tongue in a circle on the cool skin of Hermione’s belly.

“You’re tickling me again,” Hermione giggled and took a sip from her refilled glass.

“Your tits look so good from here,” Draco said lazily.

“Do they?” Hermione trailed her hand over her breasts. “They’re really sore from your evil clamps.”

“You liked it anyway, didn’t you?” he smirked.

“You’re wicked as usual.” Hermione touched her nipple - it felt heated and tender. Wanting some relief, she dipped it in the cool wine in her glass. She noticed that Draco’s eyes were fixed on her now wet nipple. With a small smile, Hermione dipped her other breast in the wine, and leaned onto him, her breasts dangling close to his face.

Draco’s tongue was on her nipple instantly, relishing the tannic fruitiness of the wine mixed with the taste of Hermione’s skin. Dreamy haze permeated all of him, and it was such bliss to lounge in the cradle of her luxurious body. The Bordeaux and the food, served by the house-elves in charge of the whole building, were really good.

“I’m going to orgasm every time I put on my bra - my tits are really burning,” said Ginny, snuggling with her wineglass in Harry’s embrace. “By Merlin, it was something!”

“If you’d like to know, Hermione went topless the next day a few times,” Draco commented languorously, staring at the ceiling. “When the kids weren’t around. “

“You haven’t tried a clit clamp yet, have you?” snickered Hermione.

“Yeah, a clit clamp in addition to the flogging for you, Gin,” Harry blurted out distractedly.

“The flogging?” Draco’s head whipped in the direction of the other couple.

“Well… Ginny asks for it sometimes,” Harry mumbled and looked at his wife. Hermione could see his ears reddening.

“And - how does it feel?” wondered Hermione, flabbergasted by the revelation.

“Let’s say it’s an acquired taste,” Ginny answered self-consciously.

A cell phone rang. Ginny summoned it promptly.

“Hi - Ginny?”

“Ah - Hannah? What’s up?” Ginny was quickly conjuring in her mind a tale to prevent another get-together. Harry made a gesture, which supposedly meant “Dump ‘em“.

“Where are you - home? Feel like hitting the town tonight?” Hannah was quite chirpy at this time of night. No wonder, given her pub work hours, Ginny thought.

“Yes – we’re all home. I don’t know…” Ginny turned towards the Malfoys. “Hermione - you said you wanted to go to bed early?”

“Yes - I’m exhausted!” Hermione said loudly.

“You see, Hermione’s saying she’s too tired. I don’t think the boys are up to it either.”

“Poor Hermione – she’s so overworked at the Ministry.” Hannah’s voice rang with disappointment. “How about tomorrow morning? Maybe visit Musee D’Orsay together? We need to Portkey home at noon.”

“I suspect Harry will be sleeping in. Things have been stressful at the Auror Department, you know. Draco already announced he’s going to kip until noon.”

“Your wizards are no fun, really. All business and work. I pity you.” Hannah sounded clearly unhappy. “Better to run a pub.”

“You’re right - they’re no fun at all.” Ginny ended the call and chuckled. “So much for our neat little plot to get away from everyone back in England.”

“Wanted to drag us out to The Louvre or something tomorrow?” Draco inquired sardonically. “No way. Is there a place where no one would follow us?”

“Could you do us a favour, girls?” asked Harry, finishing the last of Ginny’s wine.

“What favour?” asked Hermione.

“No clothes tomorrow at breakfast, okay?”

“And after,” added Draco.

“Gladly,” Hermione answered and ruffled her husband’s blond hair. Ginny settled in Harry‘s lap, her eyes gleaming with mirth. It was going to be quite a weekend!

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Author's Note: The pictures of the Malfoys/Potters' flat in Paris can be found here: http://linkar123.livejournal.com/1901.html
Enjoy! :)