Set the Table for Three

Lucius Malfoy sat at his desk in the study in Malfoy Manor. He had just finished some paper work for the Ministry and allowed his head to fall back, drawing in a deep breath of relief and anticipation. His lover was due back at any moment, and he felt the first stirrings of desire starting to fire his blood. She was more than he could ever have hoped for. Hermione Granger had been sharing his bed for over a year now.

The intense sexual need they both felt for each other was unabated since that first time they had given in to the undeniable attraction that had been brewing between them while working together at the Ministry.

As Lucius sat now, thinking of the woman who he knew would greet him tonight, as accepting, giving, and desirous of him as ever, he felt a slight smirk twitch his mouth as he pictured her firm, young body before him, kneeling, brown eyes hazy with lust gazing up at him, her tongue flickering out before her hot wet mouth engulfed his desperate throbbing manhood.

His eyes closed and he felt the familiar twitch of his cock. Every moment they were together was spent in sexual arousal. It had become hard to work as they had found it almost impossible to keep their hands off each other. Her capacity for him staggered even him at times. He prided himself on his skill as a lover, but with her he had found himself pushing himself to explore and try new things in order to assuage and satisfy her, and now his, constant need. She seemed happy, he thought with a smirk.

It had been hard at first, when their relationship had first become public. Her friends had struggled badly with it, and Draco had reacted by shutting himself off from his father for several months. But gradually, their friends and family had accepted the way things were, the way things would be, and had entered into a somewhat uneasy truce.

Indeed, Draco was coming over for dinner tonight.

As he sat there, Lucius wondered momentarily how easy it would have been, under slightly different circumstances, for his son to have ended up with Hermione and not him. She was after all, his contemporary, they had been through so much together. But he knew the deep animosity that existed between them, the two people he cared more for than anyone else in the world. He wondered ...

Lucius shook himself slightly and stood.

He heard the pop of Apparition in the hallway and walked from his study to find his beautiful, brilliant witch standing before him. She grinned broadly at him, before walking over and immediately plundering his mouth with her own. His cock rose immediately to greet her and he responded to her searing kiss with frantic longing. His hands came up, as did hers, and they tore, grabbed at each other’s clothes, desperate to feel the naked flesh beneath.

“Fuck ... fuck, Lucius ... hurry, hurry ... it’s been too long ...need you in me... god ... hurry.”

“I quite agree, my dear,” he moaned into her burning flesh. “I haven’t had you for at least seven hours.”

She managed a slight laugh of delight before falling back onto the carpet in the hallway, her hips rising to seek him out, groans of longing torn from her throat. She did not have long to wait, as swiftly and expertly he positioned himself and thrust hard into her. She cried out with the brutality of it, and the pleasure his ardour wrought in her.

“Fuck, so tight, always so tight ...” Lucius hissed down at the supple witch before him, her sodden pussy squeezing him harder than ever within.

He moved rapidly, catching her clit with each thrust and sending exquisite jolts of delight shooting through her depths. She moaned and writhed incessantly, drawing him ever deeper into her. Lucius’ mind clouded. He focused solely on the sight of himself thrusting over and over into her warm, wet, welcoming body. It was too much. As she gripped him hard with her flaming walls again, he tensed and came violently, a guttural groan of ecstasy pulled from him. She followed almost immediately, crying out with pleasure, her spasming pussy pulling even more of his hot seed deep into her.

He collapsed hard onto her, and she reached up to clasp her hand around his glistening back. He lay pressing her down on to the hard floor, knowing how uncomfortable it must feel, but knowing also how she delighted in it.

At length, he softened slightly and turning over, pulled out of her. She groaned with the agony of her loss. They hated not being joined. Their bodies were designed to fit together.

As they lay recovering on the floor of the hallway of Malfoy Manor, Lucius glanced over at her, “Draco is coming over tonight.”

“Hmm.” Hermione sounded unimpressed, but resigned.

“Can you cope with him?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Not really, but I would like you two to get on.”

She smirked at him, teasing. “For you, anything.”

The dinner with Draco passed smoothly, Hermione managing to control her temper with him. On the times she had to deal with him coming round to the Manor, she bit her lip as much as possible. She was willing to put up with him for Lucius’ sake, especially as she knew that she would be rewarded in the bedroom afterward. Draco would mostly ignore her as they ate, talking loudly and conceitedly to his father.

But this night, as they sat in the sitting room after dinner, Hermione looked at Lucius and felt her belly twist with familiar longing. The presence of his son was no longer needed. She approached her lover and looked firmly up at him, indicating Draco.

“I want him to go now.”

“Why?” Lucius stared down at her haughtily.

“Because I want you. Now. I’m aching for you. Send him away.”

Lucius gazed down at the woman before him. Her desire for him never ceased to amaze him. As she looked up at him now, the lust burning in her eyes, he found himself asking her, quite calmly, “How far would you go for me?”

She did not answer, merely maintained her needy gaze, her breathing increasingly heavy.

“Would you do anything I asked?”

Still she did not reply. Her dark eyes thrilled him, and he felt the familiar twinge in his groin. He glanced over at his son, sitting dejectedly alone on the sofa. “Do you find my son attractive?”

“I do not think of him in that way.”

“Other women do.”

“Perhaps. But not me.” She looked up at him, deliberately baiting him, increasing the erotic tension between them. “I hate your son.” She spoke more strongly than she actually meant it, enjoying fuelling his fire.

“In that case you tolerate him well.”

“I do it for you.”

He paused before allowing the idea which had been forming all night to begin to voice itself.

“What else will you do for me?”

Her eyes flicked to his.

“If I asked you, would you fuck him?”

Hermione’s eyes did not leave him. She waited for her mind to recoil from the suggestion, but looking at Lucius, so deliciously arrogant and sensual, towering above her, the rebuttal did not come. His words merely inflamed her own desire.

“Is that what you want?”

He looked down at her. “It would be ... intriguing.”

“Then you should ask me.”

He stared at her for a while. Her eyes looked at him, not leaving his. Her composure, her ardent sexual need staggered and humbled him, but fuelled his own desire. He felt the familiar surge inside, that need for control, for power. She understood it completely. She delighted in it. That is why they needed each other constantly.

He leant in slowly to her, averting his gaze just as his head descended. He brought his mouth to her ear, and whispered, low and dangerous into it, “I want you to suck him, taste him. I want you to take my son’s cock in your mouth and suck his pleasure out of him.” His voice was deep and measured; it dripped straight onto her clit. She knew she would comply, and so did he.

She remained before him for a while, not moving. He knew she was merely toying with him. The desire to see her comply with his demand grew.

“Do it now.”

With a final stare, she curled her mouth into the merest hint of a smirk and turned away from him. She walked slowly, sensuously over to Draco, who was sitting, pouring the remains of a glass of wine down his throat. She went and stood directly in front of him, legs slightly apart, her chest rising and falling deeply and rapidly.

Draco looked slowly up at the witch standing before him; the witch who he abhorred above all others, who had beaten him down over the years, ensnared his father, hounded his aspirations. As she stood before him now, her legs rising endlessly, her soft breasts heaving out of their constraints, he could not deny the twitch between his legs. Fuck, he wanted Hermione Granger.

He raised his head to meet her eyes. She was staring down at him impassively, but with a spark behind her eyes.

“Stand up.”

It was an order. There was no doubt about it. He sneered back at her. She did not repeat her demand, but waited. At length, he found himself straightening his legs and standing upright before her. He glanced over at his father who was still standing a little way apart from them. Lucius’ face was unreadable.

Draco felt his cock throb and swell again. He hoped she could not see. But immediately her eyes flicked down to his tented jeans and he felt his face blush. She merely smirked at him, then took a step further in, studying him intently.

As Hermione looked at him now, her own need burning incessantly, she could see why so many girls found him attractive. His resemblance to his father was suddenly clear. Her belly twisted. She would be able to comply easily with Lucius’ demands after all.

Her hands came up to his chest and slid deliberately and sensuously over it, up to his shoulders. She stepped in again and curled her hands behind his head into the hair at the nape of his neck. Draco looked at her, a mixture of abandonment and desire in his eyes. She must not stop.

Hermione leaned up to him, pulling his head towards her firmly. He felt her hot breath warming his lips. He willed her closer. She hesitated slightly before touching her lips to his, surprisingly tenderly at first. She breathed into him, and he parted his lips, allowing her tongue to slip in. She flicked it around his hot mouth, inhaling him, tasting him. She had forgotten what it was like to taste someone for the first time. He tasted of strawberries. She increased her fervour and he responded in kind, his tongue now plundering her mouth ardently.

They remained like that for some time. As she pictured in her mind’s eye the sight of her with her lover’s son, and felt his sweet, hot mouth on hers, his tongue dancing in her mouth, Hermione felt a rush of wetness from her core. She remembered Lucius’ demand. Pulling away suddenly, she lowered herself, letting her hands scrape idly down his chest as she knelt before him. Draco groaned, but on realising what was about to happen, suddenly remembered the other person in the room. His eyes darted to Lucius. “Father!?” he queried in sudden alarm.

Lucius was merely gazing intently on the sight before him. He saw his lover’s hands reach for his son’s belt and jeans, skillfully undoing the buttons and clasps. His eyebrows raised and he smirked at Draco. Draco could hardly believe it, but when he felt his throbbing erection released into the hands of the woman before him, he could think of nothing more than what she was doing to him. His head spun instinctively back to her.

Hermione gazed up at him, smiling enigmatically. Draco groaned again. Fuck! She must take him now. He threatened to come just from the sight of her.

Hermione’s eyes lowered to the engorged, iron-hard cock before her. It was long and smooth, not as broad as his father’s, but impressive nonetheless. She had to admit, she could not wait to taste it, pull it as deep into her as she could. She so loved doing so; something his father had benefited from many times.

Reaching her tongue out tantalisingly, she breathed out onto him. The purple head of his desperate cock jerked out to her, willing her closer. She obliged, letting her tongue flit out and touch the very tip. Draco groaned uncontrollably. She sensed his urgency. He did not have the control of his father. She changed tactic, and lowered her head around the swollen head. He tasted different to Lucius, sweeter, younger. It was curious.

She held him in her mouth and allowed her tongue to swirl and twist around the head, running it deep into his slit. He jolted again and pre-cum oozed onto her tongue. She licked it up avidly. Then pushing her head down, she descended onto him, allowing more and more of his shaft to enter her mouth, until his head disappeared into her throat itself. Draco looked down in amazement at the witch’s ability to consume his substantial length. It was the most erotic sight he had ever seen.

Just as he wondered how she could breathe, she pulled up rapidly and, sucking him hard all the way, allowed him to pop out of her mouth. She gasped for breath, but looked triumphant in her hold on him. The cool air rushed around his iron shaft, causing even more longing for her to take him deep down into her tight, wet heat again. She glanced up at him, and did just what he wanted. He gazed in awe as her head descended slowly, her tongued swirling around him all the while, seeing his cock disappear inch by inch into her mouth and throat. He heard something in his ear. It was his father’s voice, icy, but smooth and low, dangerous.

“Do you feel that? Do you feel her sucking you, pulling you out? Give into her, boy. Give her your pleasure. I give her to you. Come for her. Let her feel you, taste you ... now!”

With that the woman clamped onto his cock pulled back, hard and tight, her tongue dragging along him as it went. When she reached the head, she sucked it hard into her, swirling around it. At the same time, her hand came up and grasped his lower length hard, pulling the skin under her fingers. She darted her eyes up to him and he locked his into them. Draco could contain himself no longer and came desperately, spurting his hot shoots over and over into Hermione’s burning mouth. He could not take his eyes off her, and grunted out desperately as she ripped his pleasure from him.

Only when he had sagged slightly did she pull back and release him. She held his cum in her mouth. With Lucius, she had no hesitation in swallowing him fully, so hungry was she for him always, but with Draco she hesitated. After all, did she not hate this man?

But then Lucius came round to her and whispered in her ear, a vague threat apparent in his voice. “What are you doing? Swallow him, witch. His seed is my seed. Do not hesitate. Do it now.”

She turned her head to Lucius, and fixing his eyes with hers, swallowed hard, feeling his son’s thick essence dripping down her throat into her belly.

“Good girl.” Lucius smiled at her, running his hand lightly over her face. Then leaning into her again, he whispered into her ear, “Remove your clothes and let him taste you ...”

She complied instantly, her clothes swiftly falling from her body. She lay back on the thick rug before the fire. Her desire was overwhelming. She needed her release and no longer cared who gave it to her. She stretched out into the deep fur of the rug, running her hands through the softness. It was sensuous and caressed her naked flesh. She groaned out into the room, her cunt sodden with desire.

Lucius once again approached his son, his voice so menacing, it unnerved Draco more than ever. “Do you see her? Do you see what she needs? I can smell her ... I can smell her lust from here ... Go to her, boy ... you wouldn’t leave a woman unsatisfied would you? I can assure you, you would not want to leave my woman unsatisfied. That would not please either of us. I can smell her dripping cunt ... she wants you, boy, ... she wants you to taste her ... go to, go to ...”

Draco’s mind burned. He knew the depths of depravity his father was capable of, but he still could not quite believe the situation he now found himself in. He glanced down at the exquisite witch, writhing in delirious desire before him. He could only comply. He knelt swiftly and lowered his head between her legs. Hermione immediately arched up to greet him, moaning deeply into the room.

Draco’s fingers came up, questing into her folds, never had he known a woman to be so ready, so wet. He longed to taste the pleasure which flowed relentlessly from her core. Parting her slightly and drawing another agonised gasp from her, he lowered his mouth to her, licking up the juices pooling in her centre. She cried out, panting deliriously.

The feel of her lover’s son’s hot, wet tongue on her was sublime, and as he laved and sucked at her womanhood, she groaned her pleasure out to him. She tasted like the sweetest honey, and Draco could not get enough of her.

Hermione’s eyes moved to his father, who was standing apart from them, gazing down in awed wonder at them both. She could see his own lust pushing the material on his trousers out urgently and she reached a hand up to him. Lucius looked at her curiously. He had thought he would be content to watch. But the exquisite witch before him was so needy, so erotically enticing, that he could only give her more pleasure than ever before. The realisation that he would give this to her with his son filled him with such intensity that he knelt immediately before her, plunging his mouth hard down onto hers.

Hermione opened her mouth hungrily and allowed Lucius to devour her. She moaned ceaselessly into him as his mouth violently plundered her wetness. Draco still lapped and sucked the unending stream of pleasure out of her pussy. He had plunged two fingers deep into her and now stroked them along her most sensitive spot. She jerked up to meet them. His tongue swept up, so close, so close to her ripe, swollen nub of flesh at the top. He just avoided it and she groaned into his father’s mouth as he continued to assault her with his own tongue.

Then just when she thought she could stand no more pleasure, Lucius tore himself away from her mouth and moved urgently down her body. She knew what was coming, and a sob of agonised expectation heaved its way from her. She was sure she would die of ripe anticipation.

Lucius’ hand grabbed her plump, heaving breast, squeezing it hard, forcing the nipple to rise to an already agonised point before him. Then with a brief look at the delicious sight before him, followed by a glance at his son drawing ecstasy out of his lover’s cunt, he plunged his mouth down onto the expectant nipple. Hermione cried out with rapture.

Lucius swiftly pulled, tugged, licked the nipple, drawing it out to a point of such exquisite sensation she thought she would pass out. His right hand moved to her other breast and immediately found the rock hard nipple there. He pinched it hard. A shot of delicious pain ripped through her, straight to her clit, which was being circled deliriously by Draco’s firm tongue. She was so close.

Her body had never known such pleasured torment. Every muscle, every nerve ending was alight, primed, ready to fall. Her insides were churning lava, threatening to upend her world. She drew in a deep breath and held it. She knew she would fall spectacularly. The man at her breasts bit down hard and pinched, sending the most agonised delirious pain shooting to her clit, which simultaneously found itself being drawn deep and hard into his son’s mouth, his fingers rubbing exquisitely inside her sodden cunt.

Hermione was paralysed. Her body had been given over to pleasure. She crashed down, a cry of untold rapture ripped from her very being. Her hips jerked uncontrollably into the air, as ecstasy tore its way through her body over and over again. The two men pinned her down in their strong arms, forcing her limbs to absorb the tidal wave which threatened to engulf it. She opened her mouth, and from it came sounds unrecognisable as human, but which all three of them recognised as the vocal manifestation of her delirium.

Hermione jerked and twitched for a long while afterward, sighs and moans falling sporadically from her lips.

Father and son looked at each other. Never had they felt so connected.

At length, Hermione blearily opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was the grey eyes of Lucius Malfoy twinkling down at her. She let her eyes roam over his body. He was naked. She had no memory of when he had divested himself of his clothes. She glanced over and saw Draco still kneeling between her legs. He too had removed his clothes. She immediately took in the unfamiliar sight of his naked body. He was slender but firmly toned, his flesh pale but luminous like his father’s. He had a naive beauty she could only admire.

Both men had engorged erections crying out for more.

She lay, still breathing heavily, and felt hands on her. She no longer knew nor cared who they belonged to.

She was vaguely aware of Lucius at her head, stroking her hair away from her face. He leaned over and planted a tender kiss on her lips. She smiled against him. He continued looking down at her, stroking her face, kissing her gently. His voice spoke once more, calming, caressing, silky.

“And now, my darling? What now? Are you ready? Tell me ... tell me ...”

She fixed her eyes into his, moaning up to him, unable to express herself in words.

He reached down taking her hand and guiding her to the chaise lounge, lying her down across it.

He knelt at her head, continuing to stroke her head, kissing her delicately.

“Now, my love, my sweet wet darling, my son is going to fuck you. My son’s cock is going to fuck your tight Gryffindor Mudblood cunt.”

Hermione could stand it no longer. She gazed deliriously up at him, her hips instinctively rising to greet Draco’s throbbing erection. She could merely moan her need out into the air between them. Draco had moved down between her legs. He could hold back no longer. His cock was so engorged it hurt him. He desperately wanted to plunge into the witch before him, feel her sheathed around him. But he knew he needed consent, and glanced desperately up at his father.

Lucius moved his eyes to look at his son, smirked almost imperceptibly, then inclined his head towards him.

Draco gripped Hermione’s hips hard in his hands, his brows furrowed with determined desire, and he thrust fully into her. He had never felt anything so exquisite in his life. He grunted out in shock at the pleasure which immediately engulfed him, his eyes widening, his mouth hanging open desperately. Hermione closed her eyes at the sudden emplacement within her, her walls stretching swiftly as he plunged deep down. The swollen hard shaft did not fill her as completely as Lucius’, she knew none ever would, theirs was the perfect fit, but the knowledge of who she was now impaled on, as she gazed up into the eyes of his father, sent a deliciously erotic surge flowing through her.

Draco moved regularly but not too fast in and out with a steady rhythm, he wanted to make the unimaginable pleasure last as long as possible. Hermione’s head fell back, as Draco moved along her. Never had she thought she could have another man but Lucius, but to have her lover looking on in wonder while she engulfed his son’s cock drew out unimaginable delight.

Hermione had not moved her eyes from Lucius, who continued to gaze down at her with a strangely calm expression. However, in the midst of her lust, she could see his own burning uncontrollably within his crystal grey eyes. She knew how much he wanted her, and glancing down, saw his erection jutting magnificently out from him. He noticed her look and raised an eyebrow to her. She could only groan in response, as her body continued to rock slowly back and forth as Draco thrust regularly into her, his own moans of delirium occasionally breaking the silence around them.

Hermione’s mouth fell open and she looked in longing at the iron cock beside her. Lucius smirked deliciously, leant down to plunder her mouth ardently, then pulled back. He knelt up and moved. Holding his throbbing member firmly, he guided it towards her mouth, but did not quite allow it to touch her searching lips. She groaned in frustration, her tongue flitting out to try to capture it. God, it was beautiful; so familiar to her, but equally so vital and exciting. She darted her eyes to his, willing him to plunge into her mouth. Once their eyes met, he complied, pushing swiftly deep down towards her throat. Her tongue and cheeks immediately engulfed him fervently as she was jolted up the chaise once again by his son’s increasingly brutal thrusts.

Hermione sucked, licked and tugged at the engorged cock as if her life depended on it. All the while, her pussy was being agonised into ecstasy by Draco’s smooth, rigid member. In the midst of her pleasure she felt a hand, she did not know whose, at her breast, plying the flesh, before fingers found the nipple, pinching and pulling it deliciously. Hermione came again, suddenly and spectacularly. Her body spasmed off the chaise, a guttural groan caught around the cock in her mouth. Her orgasm had taken her by surprise, and was so intensely concentrated that a bright light flashed behind her eyes.

Lucius sniffed in hard to control his own pleasure. As much as the feel of him in her mouth was enough to send him over the edge almost instantly, he knew what he needed now. As she opened her mouth to release the sound of her pleasure, he pulled out abruptly to stem the rise of his own orgasm. As she recovered, Hermione looked up at him in loss. She could still feel Draco stroking within her, but acknowledged she missed the fullness his father’s cock brought to her cunt.

Lucius leaned into her once again, bringing his sensuous mouth close to her ear. He whispered so erotically she nearly came again.

“It’s not enough is it? You need to feel me, don’t you, my desperate little Mudblood? You will do that, won’t you? Take me ... take my son ... now?” He raised his eyebrows in query, just as one of Draco’s plunges caught her tormented clit. She arched off the chaise, crying out in rapture. Lucius leaned ever more into her.

“I didn’t quite catch that. You need to make yourself clear, my dear. You will let yourself be fucked by my cock and my son’s ... won’t you?” His voice had an ominous certainty to it.

Hermione was so crazed with lust and pleasure she could hardly focus on him. But still, she managed a hoarse, barely audible response, only he could hear. “Yes ... god, yes ... now ... both of you ... I need it so badly ...”

Lucius smiled down at her in satisfaction. Then swiftly and suddenly he spun his head to his son, holding out a hand to him. “Stop, boy!”

Draco instantly paused in his relentless strokes along Hermione. His eyes sparked with frustration, but he did not disobey his father.

Lucius spoke clinically. “Get yourself out of her.” Draco sneered in desperation. Lucius glared at him. “Don’t be so petulant, you fool. It is not for long.”

Reluctantly, Draco complied with his father’s wishes, his cock emerging red with near completion, and slick with her juices.

Lucius reached down and pulled Hermione up from the chaise. He held her. Her body was so delirious with near ceaseless pleasure she could barely stand. He glanced at his son. “Lie down.”

Draco swiftly did as his father bid, his vibrant erection still seeking her out, desperate to bury itself within her again.

Lucius was holding Hermione tight around the waist from behind, as her body drooped against his strong arms. He whispered once again directly into her ear. “Go ... go to him ... he needs you ... he needs you like I do ... envelop him ... take him.” He reached down, pulling her head round and up to him and kissed her hard, his tongue once more plunging deep into her. Then he broke away and moved back.

Hermione staggered a little, and glanced at Draco lying expectant on the chaise. He was breathing deeply, desperate for this woman to once again take his cock fully into her searing tight cunt.

She roused herself, her lust igniting yet again. Feeling strength returning to her limbs she walked over to the chaise and raised her leg over Draco’s hips, positioning herself above his tip. She gazed down at him, still not quite able to believe that it was Draco Malfoy’s throbbing erection searching for her aching pussy, but triumphant nonetheless, and completely accepting of it. Her eyes met his and she leant over him, digging her nails into his torso.

“Fuck!” he hissed out, his eyes closed. She merely grinned down at him and noticed his cock twitching in anticipation. Lucius had moved to stand in her eyesight and she looked back up at him, locked eyes, and slowly, slowly lowered herself onto his son’s cock. Once again, her undiluted lust could not be contained and she moaned her pleasure out into the room as she engulfed Draco’s iron-hard member within her, her eyes still fixed on those of his father. Lucius stared in adoration at the woman stroking herself along his son’s erection. She reached up and gripped her breasts hard, plying the flesh. His features flinched with what he saw.

Hermione felt Draco pulse within her and gasped in pleasure. It would not take long. Lucius must hurry. Amidst her rapid breathing, she groaned out to him, “Now ... do it now ... I need ...”

Swiftly and smoothly, Lucius moved behind her, positioning himself on either side of his son’s legs. He pushed Hermione down onto Draco, revealing her other puckered hole for him. She reached down and kissed the younger man deeply, tasting strawberries once again. She smiled against him, clenching her walls around his iron cock. He moaned loudly.

Then she felt his father’s strong hands grip her hips hard. She hissed in a sharp breath in anticipation of what was to come. Lucius mumbled a summoning spell and Hermione felt a thick substance smeared around her.

The grip on her hips tightened. Hermione forced herself to relax as much as possible. Lucius squeezed the swollen head of his cock into her star-like opening. She gasped in astonishment. He had taken her there before, and she was used to his size in her tight anal passage, but never had she thought such a feeling of fullness and completion possible. Her eyes widened and she locked eyes with Draco as his father’s engorged cock forced its way into her arse. Draco held her gaze, and raised his hips off the ground to propel himself ever more deeply into her. At the same moment, Lucius’ cock was thrust further into her.

It hurt. Her eyes closed with exquisite agony and her mouth gasped in a breath, her lips forming a perfect circle of wonder. The two cocks inside her paused briefly, waiting for her to adjust. She focused on them. Her mind blurred and she let out a slight laugh of delighted power. Controlling the pleasure of these two men, father and son, two of the most powerful men there had ever been, sent a jolt of ecstasy through her.

She grunted out her need to them, her voice low, desperate, demanding. “Move! Fuck me hard. Both of you. Now! Make me scream. Fuck this tight Mudblood body so hard I’ll never want to fuck anyone else as long as I live. Now!”

With that Lucius instantly plunged fully into her, breaking through her tight ring. Draco pushed ever further up into her. She screamed. Her mind was so fogged with desire and desperate lust that the searing pain she experienced registered only as a throbbing burn, the most perfect pleasure she could ever imagine.

The two men were buried as deep within her as they could be. All three remained perfectly still for a moment. The feeling of tight, hot fulfillment was unfathomable. None of them knew such sublime pleasure was possible, and the knowledge of who the three of them were, what they had done to each other in their lifetimes, charged the atmosphere with electricity.

The two men waited for her signal. Her capacity to take them both awed them, and they would not hurry her.

A cry came up from Hermione, a primeval noise of profound need. “Move! Fuck you both! Now! Now!”

She herself raised herself off Draco a little. Lucius pulled out of her tightest passage, and glancing down at his son, they together then thrust hard back into her simultaneously. Again, Hermione screamed. The pain and pleasure coursing through every fibre in her being drew her closer to her ultimate release.

The two men then entered into a swift and steady rhythm. In the haze of her rapture, it struck Hermione how they seemed to sense exactly when to pull out and plunge back into her in order to draw the most pleasure from all three of them.

Hermione no longer existed other than as a medium for ecstasy. Her mind was completely numb and she knew her universe centred on the two cocks plunging into her body over and over and over again.

She glanced down at Draco beneath her. His face was contorted in such unknown ecstasy, she knew he was as close as she was. And she knew Lucius too well, not to recognise the signs of his approaching fall. She felt the cock in her arse swell and the hands on her hips digging in painfully, familiar signs to her. She girded herself to release her own climax together with them.

With a final grin down at his son, she threw her head back, then twisted it towards her lover plunging into her tightest passage. Her body was molten lava, ready to plummet. “Lucius ... now ... it’s now ...” He registered her words and withdrew almost fully, pulling her up off his son as well. Then with a final supreme effort of concentration, he plunged her down hard on his son’s primed cock, at the same time burying himself to the hilt in her burning arse.

Hermione’s eyes tore open wide, her mouth gaping in astonishment. Her body disintegrated. She thought she was coming apart. She shook uncontrollably, the most extreme pleasure she had ever felt heaved its way through her then back again; it seemed to feed off itself. She lost control of her being and gave herself up to the sensation of complete rapture. A scream started in her depths and rose uncontrollably out of her, emerging to split the atmosphere of the room.

In the midst of this, the two cocks buried deep inside her felt her convulsing, squeezing desperately around them and they burst into her together. Lucius and Draco Malfoy dissolved into Hermione, their seed ripped from them by the pulsating walls of the exquisite witch impaled on their iron cocks. Draco could not stop his pleasure from sounding loudly into the room. “Fucking hell! Oh my fucking god! Don’t stop coming - don’t stop coming around me, witch ... so fucking good!”

His father was more refined, but for his part, Lucius Malfoy had never had such a mind-blowing orgasm. He thought his pleasure would never end. Hermione’s tight arse milked him of his ecstasy; he would give her all he had. He spurted into her once, twice, again, he could not tell. He was so overcome that the only sound escaping from him was a slight groan of complete surrender. She had never been so giving, so perfect. And to share her with his son ... as his body at last came down and his cock twitched its last release into her, he knew nothing could be so sublime.

They remained still, the three of them, for an age afterwards. Their bodies had twitched with the after-shocks of their pleasure for minutes, and a hazy delirium had settled over the room.

Lucius was the first to move. When he had softened fully, he withdrew from Hermione, who groaned softly, cleaned himself with a charm and dressed swiftly.

“Come.” His words were firm again. Hermione immediately complied, raising herself off his son’s now flaccid member. Her thighs dripped with the thick white evidence of the pleasure of the Malfoy men. It hurt to clean it, but she did so and dressed. Draco did not look at either of them, but put on his clothes swiftly. Lucius took Hermione by the hand and led her into the hallway, waiting for his son to follow them out. He did so.

Draco looked in awe of what had just transpired and headed for the door. Hermione glanced briefly up at Lucius with a smirk before turning to Draco. “Don’t I get a good bye kiss?”

Draco eyed her hesitantly and looked to his father for approval. Lucius smiled slightly at his son and holding his lover’s arms, reached his head down to plunder her neck. Hermione’s eyes closed in pleasure, but she held her hand out to the younger man. He slowly walked over to her. Lucius still held her tight, his head assaulting her tender flesh of her throat, but his eyes raised to look at his son. Hermione reached a hand up and encircled it around Draco’s neck, pulling him down into a desperate hot open kiss, her tongue immediately plunging in to duel with his. He could only respond equally, aware of his father’s head mere inches away at her throat.

Suddenly, Lucius pulled her back, his arms still tightly clamped around her waist. She smirked up at Draco before turning into his father and allowing him to force his probing tongue into her velvet wetness. Lucius moved her so that her back was turned to Draco and broke away, travelling once again down her neck, causing the deepest groan of rising lust to break out of her throat again. He glanced up at his son and hissed, “Go!”

Draco looked on as his father’s hand descended between Hermione’s thighs, and with a last agonised look, turned and left the house.

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There is a follow-up fic to this on its way. And possibly more later ... Let me know if you enjoyed it. x