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Setsuna24: Thank you so much :) I'm glad you're enjoying the writing as much as the story. (And I'm relieved someone liked the pliancy quotient line--I added that in my final edit right before posting.) And it's good to hear you're hooked. I must be doing something right :) Thanks for reviewing, and I hope to hear from you again. <3
Velicol: Excellent :) Glad you're enjoying it.
DS: *Snort* No. 1 faux pas at your orgy-dinner party? Hangry cock suckers. So true.
"I’ve lost track of who is up next but I’m hoping it’s Sev."--First off, I just realized you're a chapter behind, so you're not going to see this until later. I'm so slow sometimes. Also, there is no rhyme or reason to the POVs. I tried to keep it even, but I always went with who could present it the way I wanted it presented (without revealing what I didn't want revealed). Hermione wound up having more than anybody else. (But, yes, it was Snape next/last.) Hope you enjoyed your Snape chapter :D
11—Seventh Chord
“Who can take a rainbow, wrap it in a sigh, soak it in the sun and make a groovy lemon pie? The Candy Man, the Candy Man can.”—Sammy Davis Jr.
(Hermione)
Hermione’s jaw hit the floor.
Sweet mother of all that is phallic.
Her pussy concurred, flooding her folds with enough lubrication to drown a small village. She could feel it seeping from her seam, tickling her with streams of silky overflow.
She couldn’t look away. Or blink. Or breathe. But she could count. It took her just three steps to reach him. Placing her hand on his chest, she felt the quick rhythm of his heart thumping against her fingers. His pallid body was surprisingly warm. Unable to resist the gravitational pull, she trailed downward, over the bump of his ribs, through the patch of black hair bordering his belly button, into the tangle of his pubic thatch. She didn’t look up at him. Couldn’t. He’d know in an instant what she was thinking.
Sinking to her knees like a penitent parishioner, she stared her cycloptic confessor in the eye. Sheer terror gripped her belly, but she couldn’t look away. Was this how moths felt as they unwittingly flew into the flame, the irresistible pull of primeval longing and then, when reality hit, the thrill and panic of self-destruction? What had she gotten herself into?
‘Valhalla,’ her pussy answered. ‘That’s a one-way ticket right there, honey.’
I don’t know if I can handle this.
‘I’ll ask your lower intestines to take a hike.’
I meant mentally.
‘That fine specimen wasn’t made to penetrate your cranium.’
Hermione smiled. I don’t think I can even fit him in my mouth.
‘Only one way to be sure.’
Right. I’ll just conduct an impromptu experiment. Strictly out of scientific curiosity of course.
‘Of course. Science,’ her pussy drawled. ‘Brilliant cover story, Doctor.’
Sush. I need total concentration . . . and possibly a jaw extension.
Taking a deep breath, Hermione leaned in and touched her lips to his red velvet head. Snape audibly inhaled, and the colossus of cock tethered to his pelvis lurched to life like a waking giant. Oh gods, it’s after me!
‘Where’s your Gryffindor bravery, girl? Grab that thing and show it who’s in charge.’
With one hand, she encircled the base, and there was a brief battle of wills as his dick fought for freedom. In the end, she was victorious; and she wielded the power of his mammoth mace with triumphant pride. His length pulsed in her fist, testing her strength; but Hermione was ready with a counter strike. Opening wide, she engulfed his knob and captured him in her mouth.
Snape made a noise in the back of his throat, a growly whimper of surprise that did magical things to her clit. He might as well have said, “One million points to Gryffindor.”
Her confidence soared, leaving her fear in its dust. This wasn’t scary; it was exhilarating. And he tasted amazing—not like frock coats and cauldrons at all. More like musky marzipan dipped in treacle testicles. She tried to get a better taste, but her tongue was operating under heavy restrictions. Very heavy restrictions. Fuck, she needed a break already.
Pulling back, she looked up at him, panting hard, as if she’d been wrestling an anaconda, but when she saw the intensity in his gaze, she couldn’t breathe. Bloody hell. His black eyes pierced her to the core, causing her stomach to spastically leap toward her larynx. One long finger ran down her cheek, and then his hand was under her chin, lifting her face and massaging her throat.
A warm ripple of excitement breezed through her body, and Hermione automatically opened her mouth in invitation. With a faint smile, he pulled her toward his pelvis.
Yesssss. More. Just let me catch my breath.
His hand slid back into her hair, cradling her head as Hermione nuzzled the side of his shaft and descended into the black briar surrounding his sex. The wiry hair tickled her nose, and with a smile, she burrowed deeper to inhale his scent. Dear, sweet Merlin! How could such a devilish man smell so heavenly? Her head began to spin, overcome by the intoxicating fragrance wreathing his scrotum.
Her lips found the dense curve of his balls, his sac heavy with reserves, and she slurped one nut into her mouth to ease the load.
Lucius chuckled richly. “That’s it, Miss Granger. Get a good taste.”
Hermione looked up, and Mr. Malfoy graciously lifted Snape’s dick from her forehead so she could see. He stood with his arms twined around Severus, his chest to Snape’s back. They looked so natural together. Comfortable. Scrumptious. She glanced at Lucius’s feet to see if he’d taken off his trousers yet.
Oh gods. He was starkers. Nakednakednaked. The thought of their bare bodies against each other, the acres of skin, the hard jut of rising flesh, the dueling beat of racing hearts—it was too much to withstand. She was already trembling with anticipation. It was time to get this show on the road.
Where was Draco? She needed him, needed the familiarity of his face, the soothing warmth of his smile. And his cock—his ever-ready cock that had been poking her in the lift all week. Where was her affectionate fan club?
“I’ll be right back,” she announced, her voice cracking as if her body was buckling under the sexual strain. “Keep . . . doing what you’re doing.”
Lucius grinned and turned Snape’s face to his with one hand, his pink tongue gliding over the Potion master’s lower lip before sealing the kiss.
Sweet Circe, give me strength. Tearing her eyes from the spellbinding sight, she searched the room for Draco.
There he was, still in the chair by the fire. Too delirious to navigate the distance in her heels, she crawled to him on all fours. See? I am the queen of cool, calm cats. Meow. When she was kneeling between his legs, Hermione gave him a hesitant smile and rested her hands on his thighs. Consternation marred his visage, his blond brow drawn and low.
“You all right?” she asked.
He swallowed thickly and nodded.
“Do you want to come play with us?”
“I don’t know. Seems a bit crowded.”
She couldn’t tell if he was pissed off about Lucius’s involvement or because he’d been relegated to the sidelines. Was he just jealous, or did he think she was a super slag for agreeing to bed all of them at once? Or maybe he thought she wanted his father more than him. That wasn't the case, and she didn't want him to feel competitive. This was supposed to be a bit of fun—for both of them. In the foyer, when she’d asked him if he thought it was safe for her to talk to Lucius and Snape in the library, she’d hadn’t been expecting things to work out the way they had; she hadn’t realized how difficult it would be to juggle the attention of three men, and now Draco was getting the short end of the stick when she’d intended for him to be a guest of honor.
Hermione rested her hand on his bulging placket to test his response. He was rock hard, and when she traced the length of his zipper, the pucker of his frown faded to curiosity.
Ah-ha! He wasn’t pissed off, just worried. Hermione smiled and gripped him through his trousers. “I’ve been waiting for this.”
His brows rose in surprise, but the corners of his mouth curled into a cautious smile. “Yeah?”
“Of course I have; you’ve been teasing me with it all week.”
“If you’re referring to the lift, I was just trying to steady you.”
Hermione snickered. “With your tripod?”
He grinned. “That was a safety rail for you to hold onto in case of emergency.”
Holding back a guffaw, she unfastened his trousers. “Betsy Walker looked like she could have used your assistance too.”
Draco pulled a face. “Betsy Walker is almost as old as Jeanette.”
She tugged on his trousers, and he lifted his hips so she could get them down. Hermione pulled off his shoes and socks as she continued, “That reminds me, Jeanette told me all about your hot cocoa addiction.”
“That woman knows me too well,” he said, a fond look crossing his face.
“She suspects cocoa is just a cover for your demanding wanking schedule, and I’m inclined to believe her.”
“What?” he sputtered. “Don’t be absurd.”
“Did you wank in the tub when you got home?”
“Not until after the cocoa,” he said firmly.
“Well maybe next time you can have your ‘cocoa’ at my flat. A nice boy like you shouldn’t have to drink alone.”
Draco shook his head with a chagrined smile. “You’re a very dirty girl, Granger. An attribute I’m coming to appreciate more and more.”
“Coming?” she said, glancing suggestively at his crotch. “So soon after cocoa?”
Leaning down, Draco caught her face between his hands and tipped up her chin. “And cheeky too. I like that. Give us a kiss.”
Hermione beamed at him and moved in closer, stopping just an inch from his mouth. Would he meet her halfway? As soon as she parted her lips, he was on her, his tongue swiping over her teeth, a growl of pleasure rolling from his chest. He didn’t plunge down her throat or take the lead—he was just as smooth and gentle as he’d been the last time. So sweet.
Patting at his front, she felt for his buttons and began to open his shirt. She’d never been with a pretty boy before, and having a bit of eye candy at her disposal was a novelty she was eager to experience. When she got partway down, he leaned back to catch his breath and get out of his clothes; but he did so while staring into her eyes, which was oddly intimate—and surprising. Draco didn’t usually volunteer such vulnerability.
Hermione rose to her feet to get the blood flowing through her legs again, and a wave of heat rolled down to her toes as her pulse started to pump. Holding out her hand to him, she smiled. “Ready?”
Draco nodded and let her pull him out of the chair. His cock jumped up, begging for some affection, and Hermione gave it soft pet to keep it happy. “Hello to you too. You up for some fun?”
His erection frantically nodded, and Hermione gave Draco a sly smile before turning toward the bed.
Merlin’s gnarled nutsac! Lucius and Severus weren’t wasting any time, were they? She had half a mind to just stand there and watch them for the rest of the night. They were bloody beautiful, going at it as if they wanted to snog the other to death, hands roaming over every available inch of skin they could reach, cocks dueling for supremacy. Okay, she couldn’t actually see that last bit since they were pressed together so tightly, but she didn’t need to see it to know it was happening.
“You two weren’t planning on making Draco watch again, were you?” she said to get their attention.
They pulled apart, breathing heavily, and Lucius made a face as if she’d just asked him to drink a quart of sour milk. “I am not having sex with my son. Slytherins may be twisted, but that’s just beyond my limits.”
“I’m not asking you to have sex with him,” Hermione said calmly. “You don’t have to touch him at all; but I want him to be a part of this.”
Lucius turned to Snape, who shrugged indifferently and reached for her other hand.
“Don’t look at me, I don’t care if the boy shares our bed.”
Lucius huffed through his nose. “Your own godson? Have you no shame?”
One black eyebrow inched up Snape’s forehead. “Don’t you start lecturing me about what’s appropriate, Lucius Malfoy. If Draco makes Miss Granger more comfortable, then I think he should stay.”
Rolling his eyes, Lucius conceded with a sigh. “Fine.” He rounded on Draco. “But stay out of my way. I don’t want to spend all night avoiding you.”
Draco looked equally revolted. “Agreed.”
Snape tugged her toward the bed and patted the comforter. “I’m sure we can work out something that satisfies all involved. Why don’t you climb up here and get comfortable, Miss Granger. Lucius why don’t you get things started with our guest. Draco and I can . . . work elsewhere.”
That seemed to mollify Mr. Malfoy, his expression softening as a small smile replaced his sneer.
Draco and Severus released her hands to help her up, and Hermione crawled across the center of the enormous bed, half-excited about what might happen and half-worried that she wouldn’t be able to handle it. Someone grabbed her ankle, and she whipped her head around to find them all staring at her bum, Lucius’s hand on her foot.
“Right there,” he said softly. “Turn over. Legs apart.”
Sweet baby Godric! Yes, sir! As if on cue, her pussy released a stream of juice, and she prayed they couldn’t see the shine smearing her inner thighs. Hermione got settled, and was amazed at how they all moved as one, surrounding her like a sexual SWAT team. Lucius climbed up and prostrated himself at her pussy, his blond hair tickling her thighs like cornsilk. Severus and Draco slithered to the left and right, so she was bookended by their lithe bodies. Snape rolled to his side and propped up his head on one hand. The massive weight of his cock rested against her hip, and Hermione was delighted to discover that any place that beast touched magically became a new erogenous zone. Handy.
Draco snuggled up to her right side, immediately palming her breast, and it dawned on her that it was the first time he’d had so much access. Although he’d seen every inch of her nether regions when she was spread open in the library, he hadn’t actually done any of the touching. At work he’d kept things pretty tame—except for that incident when the lift had jolted, and he’d steadied her with his bulging crotch. Now, here they were, starkers in bed together, and he wasn’t wasting any time.
Thank Merlin.
His hand was cool and smooth, and she arched into his touch as he grazed her stiff nipple. A rush of electricity shot to her clit, and she lifted her hips toward Lucius’s face, a strangled cry slipping through her clenched teeth.
Lucius chuckled and held her down with one arm. “Just give me a second; I’ll be there momentarily.”
His warm mouth skimmed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and she sank her teeth into her lower lip to bite back the moan that threatened to emerge.
Severus leaned in closer and murmured in her ear, “Don’t worry, despite his egotistical image, when he’s in bed, Lucius is actually quite generous.”
You can say that again. Hermione’s eyes went wide as Mr. Malfoy nuzzled her labia and placed a light line of kisses along the seam of her sex.
Severus slid his huge hand across her waist and skated his palm over her lower belly, his fingertips tickling her hip bone. He was so bloody slow and patient about everything. It was maddening; her pussy was already foaming at the mouth.
“And he likes to play with his food before he eats it,” Snape whispered, outlining the shell of her ear with his enormous nose. “You don’t mind, do you?”
Hermione shook her head no and swallowed her scream with a gulp. Me mind? Not at all. Just as long as Mr. Malfoy doesn’t mind sleeping in the deep end of the pussy pool tonight.
“Go ahead, Draco,” Severus murmured. “I know you’ve been dying for a taste.”
Hermione glanced at Draco, who was smirking at Snape as if they shared some secret understanding.
Wiggling down, he got himself eye level with her chest and then cupped her breast so it was aimed directly at his mouth. She thought he would devour her, but Draco must have learned something from his father, because he proceeded to torment her with the same game of anticipation Lucius had employed.
The tip of his nose nudged the peak of her nipple, and Hermione thrashed beneath him, overwhelmed by the warm flood caused by that incidental caress. Severus breathed a silent chuckle against her neck, and Hermione’s eyes rolled back as her skin prickled with goose flesh. It felt as if they’d all conspired to tease her in tandem, pushing her to the brink with the barest brush and breeze.
And then, one right after the other, they banded together and hurled her into a new dimension of sensation. Lucius parted her with two fingers, spreading her wide and targeting her clit with the slick width of his tongue. Draco licked her nipple with the same care, lapping her slowly so she felt every taste bud, every breath. Severus nipped the edge of her earlobe, and when she whimpered, he spoke, his voice vibrating all the way down to her twitching toes.
“Do you like that, Miss Granger? Once we’ve got you creaming all over Lucius’s face, we’ll give that pussy the fucking it’s been missing.”
As if backing up Snape’s promise, Lucius’s agile tongue delved into her entrance and scooped up a dollop of accumulated honey to smear over her clit.
Draco latched onto her breast, engulfing her entire areola in the warmth of his mouth, and Hermione's spine arched in a spasm of pleasure, her head rolling back so she was staring at the upside down bed frame. “Ahhhhhh!”
Severus must have thought she said, “I’m not completely insane yet, please kiss my neck and whisper in my ear until I’m babbling like a lunatic,” because he proceeded to do the most wicked things with his teeth and tongue, interspersing the attack with guttural growls and filthy phrases to keep the fount flowing for Lucius.
Draco hoovered her tit into his mouth and lifted his head so her skin stretched to follow him. The suction was so strong she swore she could feel it tugging on her uterus. When he reached her breast’s elasticity limits, his mouth popped off, and her boob bounced back into its normal shape, except now her nipple was the color of a ripe plum. Draco grinned and traced the perimeters of his marking with one finger.
Sliding his hand up her belly, Snape cupped the underside of her other breast, and the nipple on that side gathered and grew, as if vying for his attention.
Snickering softly, Severus drew his fingers up over the top of one mound and just barely grazed the pointed tip. “Is that what you wanted?”
Hermione looked at him and was momentarily frozen by his bottomless black gaze. Bloody hell, Snape eyes—pussy’s weakness. Who knew?
“More,” she whispered.
Lucius chose that moment to introduce two fingers to the blitz, and Hermione went brain dead for several seconds. She couldn’t imagine what expression her face had chosen for the occasion, but it must have been fairly amusing to make Snape smirk like that.
Capitalizing on the moment, the Potions master lightly plucked her nipple between thumb and forefinger. A current of arousal shot through her body like lightning, and Hermione ground her pussy into Lucius’s mouth.
“That’s it,” Severus purred. “Ride his face. And you'd better say his name; tell him how much you appreciate his tongue.”
Was he seriously expecting her to speak at a time like this? She couldn’t even remember her own name.
“Say it,” Severus growled, the rumble making her ear tingle.
She opened her mouth, but no words could be found. All she managed was a ragged exhale that ended with a whimpered moan. Moans were words, right?
Apparently not. Severus pinched her nipple and pulsed the pressure on and off.
“Is that the best you can do?” he whispered. “It’s only polite to tell your host how much you enjoy his hospitality.”
Mr. Malfoy flickered his tongue over her clit like a snake and curled his fingers against her g-spot.
Her eyes went wide, and she reached for Draco and Snape at the same time. “Uuuuunh!”
Draco clasped her hand in his, and Severus hissed as her nails bit into his side. She needed something to hold on to. Something solid.
Snape pried her talons loose and placed her hand on his forearm. “If you're going to slice me to shreds, at least choose a site that's already scarred.”
A cursory glance at his arm revealed no flaws, but she knew he still bore the scars of both the Dark Mark and Nagini’s bite. Draco had shown her his arm one night after a few rounds of Firewhisky, and he'd told her he always kept the scar hidden with a concealment charm. Hermione assumed Severus and Lucius did the same since she'd seen no blemishes on either body. She couldn't imagine how awful it was for Severus to be permanently branded by his most painful memories . . . his own death. Hermione vowed to never bring up the painful subject of scars around any of them. Not after everything they'd been through.
Wrapping her fingers around Snape’s wrist, refusing to harm his forearm any further, but also guessing he might not be as eager to hold hands as Draco, Hermione gripped him tightly. His muscles flexed, but he didn’t object to her strength; in fact he resumed his nipple play as if she were no more bothersome than an undersized sweatband. That was good, because she couldn’t let go.
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus on the knot of tension building in her clit, but then she felt Draco’s mouth at her breast again, and her body convulsed, splitting her attention in two.
“Mmmmmm,” Severus murmured. “You’re ready to come for us right now, aren’t you?”
Why was he asking if he already knew? Hermione clutched Draco’s hand and managed to whisper, “Yes.”
“There you are,” Snape said congenially. “That wasn’t so difficult, was it?”
Yes!
“Now just say Lucius’s name, and I’m sure he’ll let you come.”
She heaved out a ragged sigh and licked her lips, prepared to say just about anything to relieve the ache. “Lucius!”
Mr. Malfoy responded by sucking her clit into his mouth and rattling his tongue over its stiff contours.
“Aaaah!”
“And what about Draco,” Severus prodded. “Don’t you find his tongue equally satisfying?”
“Yes! I love the way you lick me, Draco.”
Draco’s mouth curled into a smile around her nipple, and he squeezed her fingers in reply.
“That was much better,” Snape congratulated her in a mocking tone. “Now beg us to make you come.” His pinching fingers flattened her nipple. “You want us to fuck you, don’t you?”
The unrelenting stress of dancing on the edge of orgasm left her eyes wet with strained tears. “Yeeeeeees! Please!”
“I didn’t hear the word fuck. You must not want it yet.”
“Please fuck me!” she demanded. “For fuckidy fuck’s sake! You’re fucking killing me!”
Everybody started snickering, and Hermione almost hexed them all into oblivion. If they thought this was funny, then they’d think it was hilarious waking up with shriveled green bits.
“There’s no need to be rude,” Snape quipped, but then he nipped her neck in just the right spot, and Hermione forgave him instantly. “Is she ready, Lucius?”
Mr. Malfoy raised his head, leaving Muffy cold and sad. “She’s ready. So am I.”
Severus nodded. “On your hands and knees, Miss Granger. Show Lucius your arse.”
The room spun as she was quickly rolled over and rearranged on all fours. Disoriented, Hermione felt the mattress dip and sway as Lucius knelt behind her; the angular strength of his body pressed to her backside, and she gasped when the thick heat of his knob sliced through her folds, following her fissure up and down as he lubed himself in her juices. Nudging her swollen opening with the bell of his glans, he positioned himself for entry. Hermione’s thighs tightened in anticipation, and she locked her teeth to keep her panicked panting to a minimum.
Someone ran his hand along her cheek, and Hermione looked up to find Snape kneeling before her. He lifted his cock toward her face, and she immediately opened wide, desperate to taste him again.
The corner of his mouth curled in a knowing smirk, and he tapped the tip against her lips. Hermione’s tongue shot out, inviting him in on a welcome mat of slick pink muscle.
With a gentle shift of his hips, he filled her mouth, and at the exact same moment, Lucius slid home, his meaty length skewering her like a shish kabob. She made a strangled noise of rapture around Snape’s sex, and he hissed through his teeth in response.
“Fucking hell,” Lucius grunted as he pulled out slowly, only to plunge in again.
The sticky wet sound of fucking rang in her ears. She couldn't remember ever being able to hear her own lubrication mid-shag, which was surely a testament to the talents of the Slytherin tag team.
Draco slid under her chest like a mechanic sliding under a car, and Hermione almost leapt out of her skin when she felt his lips latch onto her left tit. Her body went into meltdown, quivering as if she were made of gelatin and liquefying her brain to broth.
Severus skimmed his hand along her throat and massaged the muscles in her neck as he pumped into her mouth. A steady drip of salty-sweet sap dribbled over her tongue, and Hermione turned up the suction to drain him dry.
Snape growled, but it was Lucius who cursed.
“Bloody fucking hell! Stop squeezing me so hard!”
Hermione couldn’t help it. She was used to clamping her pelvic muscles around her dildo when she came—it helped her orgasm faster and harder. Now it was habit, and her pussy didn’t know how to let go. She wanted to come . . . and she wanted to drive Lucius crazy. He deserved it after teasing her so mercilessly.
“Just relax,” Snape murmured, his fingers feathering over the side of her face. “Come for us. I know you’re there. Take her over the edge, Lucius.”
Mr. Malfoy picked up the pace, bouncing off her bum with a clap of skin on skin, and she cried out as he drilled into her front wall, his ample girth making it impossible for him to miss any hot spot that crossed his path. Her g-spot got caught in the crossfire, but her cervix took the brunt of his thrusts. He’d eased into it so it didn’t hurt, but the relentless stimulation had her pussy screaming for release.
Draco splayed his hand over her belly and pinched one nipple as he suckled the other. The coil in her wound tighter, on the verge of snapping. There were too many hands, too many sensations; she was drowning in euphoria.
Snape cupped her head and held her still. She thought he was going to fuck her face, but he seemed to be withdrawing. Hermione sucked harder to keep him in place.
Lucius reached around and tickled her clit with one finger, which really wasn’t necessary. Her body would have surrendered from the internal stimulation alone. But the change in angle hit some new spot, and in mere seconds she was keening around Snape’s cock.
Oh. Bloody. Hell. Fuck me. Fuck me. Theretherethere. Oh GODS! “Unnnnnnnnh!”
Her pussy locked on Lucius, and the orgasm tore out of her, ripping through her sex like the crack of a Bludger on a Beater’s bat. The release had built itself to the size of a watermelon, and it felt as if it wanted to burst out of her pussy in one huge explosion.
Squeezing her eyes closed, she breathed through her nose and tried to ignore the rotating room so she could enjoy her climax, but it was hard to get enough air with that behemoth jammed in her mouth. She unlocked her jaw, and Snape pulled out with a growl of relief.
Lucius was growling too, but it came in short bursts that matched the beat of his hips. She knew he was coming inside her, and the thought of his seed marking her body was disturbingly arousing.
As her pussy faded into the peace of pulsating afterglow, Lucius gradually slowed to a stop, breathing heavily and gripping her hips to keep himself aloft.
“Bloody hell, Severus. You gotta try this. She’s a fucking pussy demon.”
Draco gently lapped her raw nipple, and she dropped her chin to peer through her breasts and grin at him. He waggled his eyebrows at her and smiled back.
“Let’s switch positions,” Severus muttered. “On my back.”
Hermione was once again flipped and turned in a dizzying tangle of arms and hands. Severus flopped onto the bed, and Lucius arranged her so her back was to Snape’s chest. How’s he supposed to breathe with me lying on top of him? She didn’t like losing sight of him, but Draco and Lucius were still visible, and they were both looking at her as if she were the sexiest thing they’d ever seen. Severus hooked his hands behind her knees, and she was spread open for everyone’s viewing pleasure. Draco grinned broadly and gave her a cheeky eyebrow quirk, which seemed to be confirmation that she was exactly as wet as she suspected.
The dense prod of Snape’s knob poked her left bum cheek several times and then slid along her sodden crevice in search of shelter.
“I’ve got it,” Lucius muttered.
When Hermione felt him slotting Snape into place, she took a deep breath and locked the air in her lungs, reining in her anxiety with an overdose of oxygen. Did they really think he just going to fit inside on the first try? That seemed—Oooooooh.
Holyfuckholyfuckholyfuck!
The stretch was mind-boggling, and at that angle, Snape felt like a juggernaut. Thank God Lucius had gone first to loosen her up. Her heart sped to a sprint, and beads of sweat popped up along her hairline. Her body couldn’t decide if impalement was a threat or a reward. Half of her was all fight-or-flight, but her pussy wept with joy, pouring out reams of lubrication to celebrate his arrival.
Releasing her held breath with a shuddering exhale, Hermione closed her eyes, adjusting to the sensation and imploring her body to relax.
“Don’t worry, Miss Granger,” Lucius murmured. “We’re going to take good care of you.”
The tickle of his silken hair brushed her inner thighs, and Hermione’s eyes snapped open when she felt the slick heat of his tongue cross her clit.
‘Aaaaaahhhh, sweet mystery of life, at last I’ve foooooound yoooooou!’ her pussy trilled theatrically.
Hermione sputtered out a single note of hysterical laughter and grabbed hold of Draco’s hand. Valhalla indeed.
Seventh Chord--A seventh chord is a chord consisting of a triad plus a note forming an interval of a seventh above the chord's root.--Wikipedia (If that sounded like gobbledygook to you, then a seventh chord is just a regular three note chord plus one extra note on top.)
"The Candy Man," by Sammy Davis Jr. 1972. Written by Leslie Briscusse and Anthony Newley for the the movie Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory.
"The song is best known through Sammy Davis, Jr.'s version, which appears on the Sammy Davis Jr. Now album. Though he admitted to hating the song, finding it too saccharine, it became his only number-one hit, spending three weeks at the top of the Billboard Hot 100 chart starting June 10, 1972 and two weeks at the top of the easy listening chart."--Wikipedia
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AYihDAhVPko
“Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life at Last I’ve Found You” is from Naughty Marietta, a two-act operetta with lyrics by Rita Johnson Young and music by Victor Herbert. 1910.
But anyone born after 1950 probably recognizes it from the movie Young Frankenstein, where the marvelous Madeline Kahn belts it out as she's "taken" by Dr. Frankenstein's well-endowed monster.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=yeOKWMpsPvU
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