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Is This What Love Is?	By : Earthgoddess Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 55118 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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When Hermione awoke, she was naked, beneath a black silk sheet and Bill was no longer in her grasp. With a soft groan she would slowly sit up and look around at the darkness that incased her. Was she back in the cell? She’d ask herself before shaking her head… No, she was too comfortable to be in that dark and dank cell. A large yawn escaped her thick lips as she’d wrap the sheet around her as she’d scoot to the edge of the bed, pushing aside the black curtains to peer out at the large room she was now in.

“Where am I?” Hermione asked to no one, as she’d stand up and push her long tresses back behind her shoulders. Great… It had been in the last four months before the fighting that she’d been able to calm the frizzy mess but now it was just as frizzy as that first day of School at Hogwarts.

Licking her lips, Hermione would pull the sheet tighter around herself as she looked around. Sighing, Hermione would slowly walk over towards a floor to ceiling window that stood on one of the walls and looked out, her forehead resting against the cool glass.

A throat being cleared made Hermione jump, she’d turn around to see a female house elf. Hermione’s eyes narrowed as she looked down at the slight creature.

“Dorny’s Master says for you to gets dresseded now!” the house elf muttered before disappearing into a hidden closet door and pulled out a long, past floor length, black, silk robe that would drape down her body in soft silky waves.

It seemed to Hermione that the house elf wasn’t too pleased with what it was told to do but then again, if Hermione had her way, the house elf would be free and still be doing what it was told to do since that’s how it was bred and raised.

“Put the thing on and lets us go!” Dorny growled as she shuffled her unshod feet and picking at the tattered rags that most house elves considered clothing.

She did as Dorny asked, not daring to give the little magical creature anything to get angry about. She was somewhat shocked when Dorny had snapped her fingers and Hermione’s hair laid flat in smooth waves before it was braided in hundreds of multiple braids and then once more into three separate braids, one the right side of her head, one the left and the last right down the middle, giving her the appearance of a goddess of old. Her thank you was waved away as nothing but human stupidity.

The walk down to the great hall seemed to be extremely long to her but once she was in the great hall she was motioned towards the front of the hall where Voldemort sat atop his throne on a raised dais where a square table was upon it, loaded with food that was fit for a king, which he now was, but of the Wizarding world alone.

“Thank you Dorny… You’re dismissed.”

Voldemort’s voice made Hermione almost jump out of her skin. Clearing her throat she’d look from Dorny who nodded and made a sketch of a bow before leaving the hall, head down, arms crossed in front of her muttering under her breath about stupid muggle-born witches.

“Hermione… get your ass over here and serve me” Voldemort growled as he snapped his fingers, a vase of red wine floating towards her.

Hermione would look at the vase and took hold of it walking up the few steps towards the dais to lightly pour him a drink of red wine. “Why did you do that? Why did you keep me?” She’d ask, her eyes shimmering with a bit of anger and a few unshed tears. She needed to know, had the right to know why this was happening to her. “I’m muggle born, if you forgot… You despise muggle born’s… Don’t you?” She couldn’t help but ask that question, her head tilting lightly to the side so she could look at him. Her entire body was shaking and it was quite visible when she held that pitcher of red wine, some having sloshed over to land on the stone floor beside her, almost hitting her robe.

“You ask too many questions… I kept you alive because you’re one of the smartest witches around. You can do the most complicated spells that persons ten years older than you can’t even comprehend. That is the only reason why I kept you alive… so far.” Voldemort said with a smirk on his lipless lips, his right hand taking hold of the goblet of wine that she had poured for him and took a few sips of it. “Whether you’re intact within a few years, is up to you.” When he saw that she was shaking enough to spill such a delicious wine that he was drinking. Reaching out with his free left hand he backhanded Hermione, sending her sprawling onto the ground, her robe splitting and revealing milky white thighs, the wine spilling fully onto the floor now.

"Such a good wine to be wasted like that…. Tsk, tsk tsk tsk.” Voldemort muttered as he stood up, pushing his own robes to the side as he walked towards Hermione’s head. He knew he’d hit her a-little bit too hard, but he didn’t care. He enjoyed being a bit rough with his playthings and that is what she would indeed be. A plaything, something to toy with, to have children with, to enjoy whenever the hell he wanted to. Hell, he could even share the bitch if he wanted to, but he didn’t want to, not after the adventure she had with the new Wolf.

Hermione sniffled softly as she’d turn her head to the side, tossing her long hair over her shoulder and looking back up to Voldemort. “Please, don’t do this.” She’d beg, her body beginning to shake as she realized what thoughts were running through his mind. Reaching down, she’d grab hold of the edge of the robe and attempted to pull it closed. A few tears fell down her cheeks, while she realized that Voldemort had brought out his wand and pointed it directly at her. “Please… Don’t do this…” She’d beg, her right hand reaching out to attempt to touch his wand.

“Shut up and get on your damned knees you filthy little mudblood!” Voldemort hissed as he pulled his wand away from Hermione’s grasp and kicked her in her back. “Crawl to the bed like a good little bitch!”

With that first kick to her back Hermione had arched her body, the clasp of the robe having fallen undone and revealing those pert breasts of hers. When Voldemort gave her yet another swift kick, this time to her stomach, she’d curl into a little ball before getting to her hands and knees, tears falling rapidly down her cheeks as she’d crawl towards the bed, her long hair dragging along the floor. “Please… Please, don’t do this… Let me go!” She’d beg as she crawled wincing as an occasional kick from Voldemort would propel her forwards.

When she reached the bed Hermione would attempt to crawl up but was stopped by Voldemort’s hand which had grabbed a large handful of her hair and pulled her head back. “Remove the fucking robe.” Voldemort hissed into her ear, his forked tongue snaking out to lick upon her earlobe, making her shiver and shake with both revulsion and wonder.

The part that was revolted wanted her to throw up, but the part that was in wonder, wondered how that tongue would feel buried within her tight little hole. Would she moan as loud as she had with Ron, her ginger headed lover, or would she not feel anything. She just didn’t know and Gods above, part of her wished to never have to know. “You monster!” she’d whimper as she’d begin to remove her robe, hands untying the sash around her hips.

Because she hadn’t moved fast enough for his liking Voldemort took that handful of hair he had and twisted it, pulling her head back and pointing his wand into her face. “Get moving you little whore or I will show you how much of a monster I can be,“ He would whisper the last part into her ear, that tongue once again snaking out to caress her earlobe before his lips parted and his teeth sank into her neck, not breaking skin mind you, just giving her a nice bruise later on.

With a scream of pain she’d remove that robe and quickly jumped off of the bed, half ripping her neck out of his mouth. With a soft whimper, she’d place her right hand against the bite, coming away with just a few drops of blood from where his teeth had indeed penetrated, mainly from when she had pulled away from him. Her hazel orbs positively glowed with anger, fright and frustration. Why was this happening to her? Why didn’t they simply kill her? She was a mudblood wasn’t she? Weren’t they impure, improper? Shouldn’t they all be destroyed? That was their line of thinking, she preferred to live, but dying was indeed better than what was bound to happen to her.

Laughing evilly, Voldemort climbed up into bed with her, his hands grabbing her ankles and pulling her back down onto her back. With a flick of his wrists, Phantom hands had grasped her wrists and ankles, holding her down and keeping her in place. More hands began to caress her body, starting with her breasts and then working their way down to the v betwixt her legs. He could feel her excitement in the moisture that pooled between her neither lips and knew no matter how much she denied that she was gaining pleasure from him, that she was enjoying herself. Perhaps she was a closet nymphomaniac, either way he was very much enjoying himself.

Hermione didn’t want this, nor did she? She wasn’t so sure. She knew she needed the release, especially after the night she had with Bill, but she didn’t want Voldemort. Tears fell from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks and catching in her hair. “Please…” She’d beg, her hands clenching and unclenching even as her body responded to those phantom caresses. She didn’t want to respond but they felt so fucking good. Hermione cried out in pleasure as she felt those caresses slide down between her thighs, caressing her lips and then sliding inside to find her nub and play with it.

Voldemort would smirk and was unable to help himself as he reached down and let that forked tongue slide along those pert, sweat covered breasts, enjoying the reaction it got out of her which was her arching her back off of the bed. His own enjoyment was evident when he removed his robes from his body and let them fall to the ground, revealing a tall, tight, lithe frame with some good muscles going on. He was strong, stronger than most Wizards that he knew. Hell he could lift a full grown man with twenty more pounds on him over his head and throw him across a thirty foot room. “I love the way you respond to me. I know you hate me… but you know what, I’m going to make you scream my name by the time I through with you.” He’s whisper into her ear as one of his pale hands reached down to actually slide two fingers into her, stretching her for his massive length.

Hermione gasped and arched even further off the bed with those fingers that penetrated her, stretched her, accommodating her for his massive girth. Her body began to shake and sweat began to settle upon her skin. Her breathing was heavy and her hands were clenched into tight fists. “Oh God… Please…” She’d beg, her legs wanting to close around that hand as his finger’s fucked her, reaching deep inside of her and touching her G-spot. She’d continue to moan and cry out in pleasure, her body writhing beneath the phantom restraints. She had to get out of here, before she became so enraptured that she didn’t want to leave.

Yes, beg for it Hermione. Beg for this.” He’d whisper once more into her ear. With a wave of his right hand he’d reach up, the phantom restraint on her left hand disappearing, and brought said hand down to his massive length. “Stroke me. Make me want you even more.” He said with a groan as her hand, by its own volition began to stroke him, making his half hard member fully erect. Grasping the wrist on her left hand, he pulled it away from him and restrained it once again. “Open your mouth pretty Mione.”

Hermione’s eyes were half closed when he had taken her hand and placed it upon him for some reason, unknown to her, she had indeed began to caress him, moaning with the pleasure of being able to touch him. Breathing heavily she’d arch her body even more as those fingers teased her, stretched her. “Oh fuck… Please… Please, I want you…” she couldn’t help but say, turning her head towards him and gasping as that massive length pressed into her wide open mouth, making her gag automatically as he pressed all the way inside of her, deep throating without even giving her the opportunity to get used to him.

“Fuck yes!” He’d growl, his right hand grasping the hair at the base of her head as he’d mouth fuck her, groaning and moaning his own pleasure as those phantom hands dissolved as his mind was overcome with the feel of her mouth on his cock. “Grayback get in here!” He’d hiss, his hips moving rapidly wanting his own pleasure. His head turned to the side as he saw a naked Grayback striding into the main hall, his own massive cock already rock hard, pre-cum leaking from the mushroom shaped head.

“Is it my fucking turn?” Hermione heard Grayback growl, her eyes darting to that massive length, almost as impressive as Voldemort’s was, but not quite up to the length that Voldemort had. Attempting to swallow made her throat convulse around Voldemort’s cock and in return he gave her breasts a smack, making them giggle and shake. She moaned around that massive length as he buried himself to the hilt in her mouth. She knew he didn’t care if she passed out but she was lucky that she had loved swimming enough that she’d gotten good breath control and held her breath long enough for him to shudder with pleasure and pull his cock out.

“Yes,” Voldemort hissed, his right hand holding tighter to her head so he could control her easier even though she was doing a fantastic job of swallowing his cock. He knew her jaw must be tired from having to stretch wide to accommodate his massive girth but he didn’t’ fucking care. He wanted her to be tired, he wanted her to submit, and it would be easier in the end for breeding her when she was tired.

Grayback smiled wickedly and practically jumped onto the bed, his hands grasping Hermione’s legs, releasing them from the phantom restraints and pulling them up onto his shoulders. “Get ready bitch, you’re going to scream around Voldemort’s fucking cock!” Grayback growled before thrusting roughly into the tight Hermione. He gasped and groaned loudly as those tight walls clenched reflexively around his cock, stroking him as he just started pounding into her tight little snatch. His right hand reached down to cup her hips, bringing her cunt closer to his cock so he could fuck her even harder. “So fucking tight!”

Hermione did indeed scream out her pleasurable pain at that massive girthed cock slamming into her unprepared neither lips but she couldn’t help that scream turn into a moan as he began to “Fuck her stupid” as the saying went. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her legs tensed up so bad that she knew in the morning, night, whatever time of day was next, that it was going to be a bitch to walk. Her toes curled as she realized how close she was to her own orgasm and he had just started thrusting into her. Her hands were clenched so tight that she couldn’t control the fact that she drew blood as her climax claimed her, sending her mind rocketing out into orbit as her walls clenched tight around Grayback. He must have been pleasuring himself to her being tied down and teased by the hands because he didn’t last too much longer after her and neither did Voldemort who with a hiss exploded into her mouth.
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