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A Bite to Remember	By : dragoon811 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 10218 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Part One
- 2-Part Two
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Chapter Three
His breath was warm, and he planted kisses on her inner thigh, nipping the skin there. She quivered, but still he didn't move to her center, where she wanted his attentions. When she'd set out for the Ministry this evening, she hadn't thought she'd encounter an orgy, let alone end up naked and waiting for Lucius Malfoy to touch her while Severus watched.
Or that the dark-haired Potions master she'd been seeing was a vampire.
"Pay attention," Lucius murmured, his mouth hovering just over her quim. "There is only one first experience with me, and I do take great pride in my skills."
"Close your eyes," Severus told her. Hermione gave him one last, longing glance – his long fingers were tugging at the first button of his strained placket, his brown nipples tight. Her own ached with longing, but she dare not distract Lucius from the promised pleasure.
With her eyes closed, she was able to forget about the sheer curtain separating their alcove from the main hall and possible onlookers. The only eyes she cared about were the grey and black pairs fixated on her.
Lucius dragged a finger from her entrance to clit, tapping it gently, and Hermione squeaked. Both men laughed and she huffed. "Patience."
"I'm going to love this, watching you two together," Severus murmured. His voice was black magic, velvet-soft and thick with lust. Lucius dipped his fingertip into her, just enough to tease, bringing the moisture back up as he circled her clit gently; too gently. It was maddening. Severus groaned and Hermione envisioned him stroking himself. "Lucius, don't tease."
"Both of you are bossy," he muttered, irritated. "But if you insist..."
Without preamble, Lucius wrapped his lips around her clit and Hermione moaned.
"Yesssss," Severus hissed. She wondered what he saw from his vantage point, Lucius's unbound hair spilling down his back like liquid gold as he feasted on her. His tongue was hot against the nub he held in his mouth, flicking and teasing it until her legs quivered.
"Please," she pleaded. "More, Lucius."
His name on her lips must have triggered something in him, for he groaned and slid one finger inside her. Hermione held her breath as he searched, and it exploded from her in a breathless cry when he found her g-spot and rubbed it earnestly. "Oh, yes!"
"I love how you arch," Severus said in a low tone. "How your tits thrust up, begging to be suckled and nibbled on. Merlin, how I want to sink my teeth into you." His smooth voice held a tremor and Hermione whimpered and screwed her eyes shut, wishing she could see his fingers curled around his cock. She loved to watch him stroke himself, the way his neck tipped back...
Lucius's mouth left her and he slapped her clit lightly. She cried out. "Pay attention," he admonished. The feathers of his mask tickled her thigh. "Let go."
"I'm trying," Hermione whispered, shifting restlessly. "I need more stimulation, Lucius. I'm sorry."
He pressed a kiss to her clit. "Don't be. Internal or external?"
Hermione flushed. "Erm, both?"
"Never fear, I have more talents in my repertoire." He hoisted her legs over his shoulders, and she was sure the heels of her shoes were digging into his shoulder blades, yet he made no protest. His tongue licked her slowly, following with his fingers. One slid into her, then the second, and he flicked her clit with the point of his tongue. "Merlin, you're wet."
"Then you're doing things right," Hermione quipped. His fingers, though shorter, were a bit wider than Severus's and she moved her hips encouragingly. "Really, though, you'd better deliver on your promises. I'm quick with a wand."
"I look forward to the demonstration," Lucius replied. She opened her eyes to scowl at him, then promptly closed them again with a gasp as he curled his fingers inside her.
Oh, he was good! Heat curled through her quickly, and she nearly knocked her mask off in her hurry to pinch and twist her nipples. It felt so good, the way he was alternating between flicking and suckling her clit, his fingers rubbing and pressing and twisting...
"Let go," Severus urged. "Come for us, Hermione."
She cried out, shaking her head. Not yet, she wasn't ready... Merlin, she was winding tighter and tighter...All she wanted to do was come...Just a little...a little more...
"She's tight," Lucius grunted. His fingers didn't stop coaxing her, but he drew away and his second hand came to play with her instead. Ripples of pleasure spread through her, edging her closer and closer.
"She's close, then. See the flush?" Severus's voice was a growl. Hermione whimpered. The bed shifted with Severus's weight. "Oh yes," he breathed. "So pink and wet, Hermione." She felt the tips of his hair brushing her thigh and opened her eyes, expecting to see Severus ready to lick her with his talented tongue.
Instead, she moaned, seeing Severus's head tilted and his mouth against Lucius's. Her toes curled a little.
"Goodness," she murmured, growing hotter at the sight. Severus pulled away to smirk wickedly at her, his crooked teeth perfectly straight. As she watched, his fangs emerged and the smirk became a grin.
"Divine," he growled. His eyes remained on her, yet he stroked Lucius's cheek gently. "Bite her. For me, Lucius."
The blond smirked and leaned forward, his grey eyes flashing with lust behind the white silk mask with its ridiculous plumage. "With pleasure," he purred, and sank his teeth into her inner thigh.
The lance of pleasure-pain she hadn't known she liked until this night struck her, mingling with the feelings from her center and Hermione cried out, pinching her nipples and her toes curling as she came. She clenched around Lucius's fingers, whimpering with each pulse as he drew out the pleasure. When the waves abated she relaxed on the bed, boneless.
Her eyes fluttered open at the brush of familiar, calloused fingers brushing against her cheek. "Glorious," Severus murmured. His voice sounded drugged, and the heat in his eyes scorched her. He kissed her gently. "You are incredible."
Hermione smiled and kissed him back. "That's not the end of it, is it?"
Severus laughed briefly. "Merlin forbid. We merely needed to ensure you had adequately recovered. You are up to enjoying Lucius, are you not?"
Propping herself up on her elbows, she grinned at the man discretely dabbing at his lips and chin with a lace-edged handkerchief. "Oh, I think I can."
Lucius laughed, and Severus shifted, his lean form positively predatory as he gestured for the pair of them to continue. "I am certain I can handle you, Miss Granger."
"And here I thought it was 'Hermione' again," she bantered, marveling at how quickly she'd gone from sated to aroused.
"Ah, but I am a mercurial man." He rose from his knees to full height, giving her the chance to fully appreciate his form.
After Narcissa's passing, he'd been saddened and she'd seen how the grieving had taken its toll when her department had had dealings with him. However this man was no longer drawn, but hale. Where Severus was thin and lean with scars on his pale, fuzzy chest, Lucius was firm and chiseled, his skin just the perfect shade of tan to set off his blond hair and the pert pink nipples on his hairless chest. He was, in short, a very fit man, and she wondered if cosmetic magic has been wrought to protect his vanity.
"Shall we keep the masks?" he inquired solicitously, undoing his belt. Hermione sat up and stopped him, keeping eye contact as she wrestled with the leather and the buttoned placket of his trousers.
"I wouldn't say no," she laughed. "I'm having quite a bit of fun, actually. And I like the anonymity." The trousers were removed, falling to the cushioned floor, and it was no surprise to her to find he wore no undergarments. Still, her brows rose. "Oh, my."
Outside their gauze-curtained alcove, moans of pleasure echoed in counterpoint to the low music. Severus was watching them, perfectly still, yet nearly vibrating with tension. Hermione bit her lip, casting her glance briefly to where the ball was in full swing.
"They cannot hear or see us," Lucius assured her. He bent, then straightened, laying out his trousers and polished boots with care. When he flexed his muscles his cock twitched and she smiled.
"Quite impressive." He gave her a mock bow and she made room for him on the bed, patting the spot between her and Severus. Lucius complied, the corners of his mouth turning up in an enigmatic smile.
With the man laying down and watching her curiously, Hermione surveyed him. He was smooth. Completely smooth. She'd never had an unobstructed view of a man's genitals before, and was fascinated. Unlike Severus, he was circumcised, and she explored the veins of his cock with her fingertips. He was warm and the lack of tan lines amused her, wondering if it was a charm or if he truly sunbathed nude somewhere on his estate.
Lucius's cock was a bit shorter than Severus's, but just as thick, she noted as she curled her hand around him. Seemingly nonchalant, Lucius crossed his arms under his head and smirked, looking at her rather expectantly. "Well, go on."
Laughing softly, Hermione left his cock alone and crawled up his body, pressing her lips against his neck. That citrus-amber scent was stronger here, and his skin was warm under her lips. She explored him slowly, curious to know what he liked. His neck was ticklish, she discovered on her fourth kiss, as were his collarbones. The curve of his shoulder was sensitive in a way that made him groan – a thick, luscious sound that shot straight to her core.
Clenching her thighs together, Hermione lowered her mouth awkwardly to his nipples. She rather liked the musk of him, the slight salt of sweat over his smooth skin. "You know," she said conversationally, glancing over at Severus, "I don't think I've ever been with such a smooth man, Lucius. Do you wax?"
He laughed. "I wasn't aware you were into that."
Hermione's mouth opened and closed, blushing madly. For Merlin's sake, she was a grown woman! Lucius seemed far too delighted to have bested her, and even Severus's lips were curved in his own version of amusement.
Frowning, she bit his chest, and Lucius gasped under her, a soft mewl escaping those scornful lips. A thrill ran through her. Discovering she liked being nibbled upon was one thing, but the flood of warmth in her bits was something entirely different. Intrigued, she did it again, missing the way Severus's eyes heated and his lips parted at her action. Lucius bucked with each bite, losing some of his restraint.
Merlin, she felt powerful. Hermione surveyed the trail of imprints of her teeth that led to the heavy cock that twitched at her gaze. A glance at the dark-haired wizard watching them revealed that he'd apparently divested himself completely, for he lay pale and naked against the jewel tones, stroking himself languidly.
"You like it," he breathed. Severus's usually-silken voice was hoarse with ill-concealed hunger. "Hermione...I knew..." Severus paused, wetting his lips. A shriek of pleasure came from the main room, and she flushed, suddenly self-conscious. "Go on," he urged. "Don't stop."
Obediently, Hermione bent her head, pressing a kiss to Lucius's cock. Even here, he was a golden-skinned man to Severus's alabaster, and she traced the veins and ridges. The tip was flared and broad, and she explored him with the tip of her tongue. Air escaped Lucius in a blissful sigh, emboldening her.
"Excellent," the blond hissed through his teeth, and she felt his fingers slide into her carefully-coiffed hair. Not for the first time since graduating, Hermione was glad of the length and cut that had turned her once-bushy hair into a curling mass... That and the first time Lucius had business with her, he'd met her in her office, gasped, and extolled the virtues of combs over brushes.
"Deeper," Lucius moaned, adding pressure to the back of her head. Hermione gladly obliged, eager to taste more of him. Right now, the chance to make the polished, refined man in her mouth produce more of those wonderful noises. Smiling as much as she could, Hermione wondered what he sounded like in orgasm.
Too quickly, Hermione figured out what he liked – more sliding up and down the thickness of his shaft than focusing on the tip, unlike Severus – and soon she was rewarded with cunt-tingling groans. Who knew that he could sound so incredible in bed?! Was he sexy? Merlin, yes, but mmm... She'd always liked hearing her partner in bed.
Kneeling on the bed, she could feel herself getting hotter again, the flush creeping up her chest as her nipples tightened. She loved the groans. The hitch of Severus's breath as she made eye contact with him over the rise and fall of Lucius's sweaty chest. The view of her apparent fiancé stroking himself firmly, his eyes on her while she sucked on his best friend's cock made her moan around the length in her mouth.
Lucius's hips bucked, and she gagged a little. "Fuck!" the man swore, tugging her off of him. Vanilla-tinged musk reached her nose as he rolled atop her, trapping her beneath him. "I have been as patient as I can," he told her in a gravelly voice. The feathers attached to his mask were disheveled, one very clearly bent. He wasted no time in pinning her arms, silken blond hair falling to the side as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to her neck. His teeth scraped her skin and she writhed.
"I want to fuck you," Lucius told her. He kept her wrists pinned with one hand. "I want to fuck you while Severus watches us. Did you know how much you liked to be watched before now? Did you know how much I wanted you when he began courting you? No?" His lips quirked and he trailed his hands down her stomach to her thighs. Hermione parted them eagerly, more than ready for more. Still, he merely slid his fingers into her, but they pressed just right and she whimpered, tossing her head. "So tight you are, Hermione..."
Lucius hissed as the rhinestones on her mask grazed his arm. "You've drawn blood – you should see his face." He let go of her arms and moved into position. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, but he made no further movements. "I'm going to make you scream and beg for him to join us."
"You'd better make good on that," Hermione warned him breathlessly. She nudged her hips up, but he merely laughed.
"Ah, irresistible witch-!" He kissed her, hard. "Keep your eyes on his or I won't fuck you."
Hermione turned to Severus and suppressed a whine. He was teasing his sac as she watched, his other hand moving his foreskin up and down his shaft. Lucius's cock teased her, nudged her, and she set her jaw, determined to watch the man watching her. She loved to watch him, his pale, lean body with its scars and the faded tattoo and the dusting of coarse hair... Severus Snape in pleasure was beautiful to watch, she didn't care what anyone else said.
The breath left her lungs as Lucius slid in to the hilt and she arched. Her lashes fluttered. "No," Severus snapped. "I want to see you, Hermione. Open your eyes, witch." He smirked wickedly, his fangs showing. "If you keep watching me, I'll join you."
Hermione nodded, dropping her gaze to the blood-flushed organ being stroked. The thought of Severus joining in – him or her, she didn't care, made her core clench. Of course, the firm muscles of Lucius's chest pressed against her flushed skin didn't hurt, either. She writhed under him, loving his weight. He was heavier than Severus, broader in the shoulders and a wider waist, but still he fit perfectly between her legs. Like Severus.
The thought of both of them together, entwining with her, sent a powerful tremor through her quim.
"Merlin, you feel good," Lucius grunted. His cock twitched as her muscles gripped his thickness and he thrust once, experimentally. "Oh, yes. Exquisite."
"Move," Hermione ordered, not looking away from the fingers caressing tight brown nipples fringed by crisp black hair. "Stop sounding so bloody conversational and fuck me."
Lucius laughed, clearly delighted, and began to move. The first few were testing, shifting his hips until he found the right angle and she gasped. "Oh!"
"Found it." He seemed too pleased with himself, pausing to push her knees up towards her chest. His skin was warm against hers, and she really liked the way his balls slapped against her with each firm thrust.
"Fuck!" Hermione exclaimed. Heat was blooming in her stomach, spreading up her spine, and she raised her hands to fondle her breasts. Feathers bobbed in her peripheral and she fought to keep her eyes open. Her nipples tightened and her breath came in gasps as she drew closer to orgasm.
Severus moved closer, the bed shifting under his weight. "That's right," he purred. His fangs were bared and the hunger in his eyes was, for once, undisguised. "Come apart, Hermione. I want to you come while Lucius fucks you."
"No," she whimpered, knowing her eyes were glazed, even as her mouth went slack. "I'm going to make him come first."
"Naughty witch," Severus purred. Hermione grinned in response. "Still, if you want me to join in, you need to come."
Hermione shook her head, barely. "Stop...putting limitations... on your involvement... you bastard!"
Severus laughed and Lucius redoubled his efforts, one tanned hand coming up to caress her cheek, her jaw, her lips... Hermione caught a finger between her teeth and bit down. The thrill of causing him the little nip of pain sent her over and she came in pulses, crying out as her eyes closed at last.
There was a low groan of pleasure above her and Lucius jerked against her hard once, twice, three times, and he came with a shudder. "Merlin," he panted after his thrusts had slowed and stopped, cock still twitching inside her. Lucius inspected his thumb critically. "You almost drew blood."
Her breath caught and she clenched on him again. He hissed. "Sorry, Lucius. I think I got a little carried away."
"Let me see," Severus demanded. His cock jutted out from his groin, bobbing just over Hermione's mouth. He inspected the flesh for injury, and the sight of those pale fingers around Lucius's nearly made her heart stop.
"Do it," she heard herself saying. Both men turned to her, surprise on their faces, and vulnerable, naked desire. "Turn him, Severus, it's okay."
Brow arched behind the black mask, Severus turned to her. "Hermione...You must be certain. He will be tied to me, to us, if you want this, too."
"Ask me again next year, I need to adjust to the idea," she replied lightly, smiling. Lucius withdrew from her as she sat up and she looked at him, surprised. "Really?"
The blond smirked wickedly. "One of the benefits. Really, I still cannot believe that this is your first Samhain. Did your previous lovers never invite you into their beds or ask to join you in yours on this night?"
"No, they -"
Severus clamped a hand firmly over her mouth, looking pained. "No discussion of ex-lovers in front of me, if you would, please."
Laughing, Hermione pushed him away and Summoned her wand wordlessly from the tangled mess of her dress and tidied herself up. After a moment, she sent a charm Lucius's way as well. Gazing affectionately at Severus, she reached out and patted his cock. "Well, get on with it."
Chapter Four
Hermione watched avidly as Severus turned to Lucius and cupped his cheek, studying him. She licked her lips in anticipation. All of that time watching the photos of them together was absolutely nothing compared to seeing them in person. Pale and lean and dark-haired next to tan and muscled and golden... Merlin, they were a sight!
"If you ask if I'm certain, I'll hex you," Lucius warned, waggling a finger in Severus's face.
Severus scowled and kissed the blond, hard, before pulling back to growl at him. "Shut up, Lucius."
Angling his head, Severus kissed Lucius again and Hermione watched, transfixed. Watching the two of them exchange a deep, long kiss made her hands wander to her breasts again. Severus pressed kisses to Lucius's neck. He nipped and suckled, never breaking the skin. Breathless, she wet her lips and rolled her nipples.
Lucius groaned, tilting his head, but Severus drew back, moving around his friend to wrap his arms around his chest, that lightly-furred chest pressed to Lucius's smooth back. "There. Now she can watch."
Hermione held her breath, her eyes on Severus; Lucius tilted his head, his grey eyes closing almost dreamily. She could actually see the fangs lengthening, sharp in the enchanted candlelight. Thin lips nuzzled Lucius's skin, and then he opened his mouth, fangs scraping gently over Lucius's pulse. Hermione sighed, her hands trembling, and Severus sank his teeth into Lucius's neck. The blond groaned, a deep and lusty sound that made her clit throb, and her fingers moved to toy with it of their own volition.
For some reason, watching Severus suckle on Lucius's neck was heating her body. With each pull of his talented mouth she drew circles around her clit, fascinated. Lucius was growing paler, but his cock remained rigid, twitching with his pained groans.
When Severus finally drew back, his lips bloodied and eyes heavy-lidded behind his mask, he smiled contentedly. "Delicious." He kissed Lucius again and took his mouth to his own wrist, tearing open a small wound over his vein with his fangs. "Drink."
Spell-bound, Hermione toyed with herself as pleasure washed over her. Lucius drank from the pale appendage, colour returning to his features until he fairly glowed with life and health. Severus was rocking his hips, stroking his free hand over Lucius's hair, uncaring of the now-bedraggled feathers dangling from the mask.
Gently, Severus disengaged Lucius from his wrist, retrieving his wand from under a nearby pillow and healing the wound with a murmur. Lucius gave him a drowsy smile, new fangs showing. "Thank you."
Hermione laughed softly, ending the moment. "Well that's one thing to say. Still, that looks fairly painless."
She didn't add that she could definitely see the appeal of eternity, especially with those two. After this masquerade, she would have to start looking at the necessary planning and changes. Was there a planner for that sort of thing?
A chorus of moans and the curtain swayed as some copulating couple bounced off of the wards, further distracting them. Lucius had pulled a mirror from some pocket of his robe and was inspecting himself. He frowned. "Yours are bigger."
"And you've started without me," Severus chided Hermione, ignoring the blond. He moved past Lucius and crawled up her body, kissing her. He still tasted of copper and male and she moaned into his mouth, her hands coming up to pull him flush against her. She loved the rasp of his crisp hair against her sensitive nipples and the way his legs rubbed against hers; she couldn't get enough of running her hands over his scarred back, his lean hips... Severus pulled away. "In time, Hermione. I did promise to join both of you, after all."
He tilted his head as Lucius discarded the mirror. "Tell me what you want," Severus purred in a rich tone reminiscent of dark chocolate and cauldron smoke. His blood-tinged smile was positively salacious, his hands tracing patterns over her skin. "Do you desire me to take you while he watches? Should we join the main room and show them all what it is to fuck a witch like you? Or should we remain sequestered here? Perhaps you want both of us to take you at once, thrusting into your pretty cunt and tight little arse until you can't remember you own name, or you want his cock to gag you with every. last. thrust?"
She moaned; he'd rocked his hips to punctuate that last, and the mental images alone-! A second set of hands began to touch her, the addition of a second warm, male body alongside hers, and she opened her eyes to see them both. "I want you both," Hermione replied slowly. Merlin knew she'd thought about it often enough. "I want both of you to fuck me at once."
Severus' eyes went hot and he handed something to Lucius even as he bent to claim her mouth in a kiss that seared her veins and curled her toes with its intensity. How long had he been wanting this? The thought made her shiver – or was that the second mouth, suckling at her tit?
Arching up into their mouths, Hermione reached her left hand blindly out to tangle in Lucius's hair, her right trying to squeeze Severus's buttock and settling for his back with a whimper. He growled in response, sucking on her tongue as a hand wandered to her center, tweaking her clit before delving inside.
He pulled back, panting, at the discovery of just how ready she already was. "Oh, what a wondrous witch you are, so primed for me... " With the ease of experience he crooked his fingers, making her writhe. "I saw you touching yourself as I bit him. You liked what you saw, didn't you, Hermione? You wanted me to do it. You wanted me to bite you. To turn you. To drink from me as he did, didn't you?"
"Yes!" she gasped, tugging fruitlessly on Lucius's hair. She could feel the tiny scrape of his teeth and it was making her wild.
"Yes to what? Tell me." The fingers in her moved faster and she cried out. How could he be bringing her so quickly? It wasn't possible, it wasn't – Her thoughts blurred. So close, just a bit more... But he held her on the edge, and when he spoke again his voice was firm with promise. "Tell me, Hermione, and I'll let you come."
"YES!" Hermione shrieked, lifting her hips. "Yes to all of it!"
"And you want us both, for both of us to feast on you."
"Yes," she sobbed, trying to direct his fingers where she needed. She must have been nearly pulling out Lucius's hair but he didn't do more than grunt. "Severus, please!"
And he complied, toppling her over with far too much ease and she jerked with each pulse of pleasure.
"Just wait until both of us can do that to you so easily," he told her smugly. Freeing himself from her grasp he sat back on his heels. His cock stood thick and ready, but he pushed her hand away. "Patience, Hermione."
"No," she snapped, wrestling free. "You have patience. Stand at the edge of the bed. Lucius can do the preparation work, I've waited long enough for you."
Lips quirking into a smirk, Severus complied with surprising agility and she wondered just how much he'd been keeping from her. Still, she wriggled up on the mattress until her head hung over the side and she reached forward greedily, guiding Severus's hips into place.
She licked the head of his cock, wrinkling her nose at the salty flavor briefly before carefully rolling back the foreskin. Opening her mouth wide, she slowly began taking him in. This was the only way she could take him deeply and she took her time adjusting as he thrust slowly and gently. Each thrust saw his length slicker with her saliva and she spread her legs, as much for balance as for access.
This was one of her favorite things, to take all of him until the hairs on his groin tickled her nose. She liked the way he felt in her mouth, velvet-smooth and hard, the way the head hit the back of her throat. Breathing through her nose, she was sliding her tongue along his length when slippery fingers probed at her arse.
Hermione tensed, then forced herself to relax. Severus bent to play with her breasts and she moaned around his cock. A lifetime of potion preparation had left him with incredibly talented and dexterous hands, something he used to his advantage in bed and soon she was writhing from the dual sensations of his work on her nipples and the preparation by Lucius.
Slowly, the flames consumed her mind – preparing for anal was the highlight of it for her. She liked the act well enough, but the slow massage of muscle, the teasing press into her sphincter... It made her thighs tremble and heat bloom in her core. She knew she was wet and couldn't control her moaning, sucking Severus harder as he lifted a hand to curl gently around her throat, the other still pinching and rolling her sensitive nipples.
Lucius was talking but she couldn't hear him over the roaring her ears. Severus stopped what he was doing and guided her to her knees. Hermione didn't care, licking and sucking at his length. Salt was on her tongue and she was invaded, plundered, by questing, stretching fingers. Panting over the hard flesh in her mouth, she cried out, begging for more, as the blunt head of a slick cock was pressed against her arse.
"Do it," Severus grunted above her. His voice sounded tense – he must be close to orgasm, to be so hoarse.
Hermione cried out as Lucius complied, tearing her mouth off of Severus's cock. Merlin, it felt so good, Lucius pushing past the tight muscles and into her arse. Hair brushed over her spine, tickling her, and each shiver must have tightened her further for by time he was seated Lucius was coated with a fine sheen of sweat.
"Merlin" he grumbled. "You're amazing."
"Thank you?" Hermione managed, feeling a bit frazzled.
"Of course," he continued conversationally after a few testing thrusts that stole her breath, "I think it's time we moved back a bit and made room for Severus, hm?"
Pale hands encircled her arms and together the three of them maneuvered Lucius to his back with Hermione astride him. Hermione licked her lips, holding her breath as Severus moved towards them, his eyes glittering. Two slim fingers slid into her, testing her wetness, and she saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed and his breath caught.
"Last chance," he growled. He aligned his cock with her entrance with slick fingers.
Hermione grinned. "Don't make me hex you."
With a snarl, he thrust in without preamble and she gasped, tensing. "Oh, God!"
"Cliché," Lucius managed. His voice was strained. Severus bared his teeth in a grin. Hermione swatted Severus on the arm.
"Is it cliché to say that I feel incredibly full at the moment, and if the two of you don't start moving I'm going to be very unhappy?" she countered. She felt marvelous as it was, and combined with the knowledge of just whom she was sandwiched between... She shuddered; both men groaned.
A wicked thrill took her and she moved experimentally. Oh, yes. Yes, indeed! "Stop that," Severus snarled. "Let me just – wicked woman!"
Hermione moaned as he thrust at her second movement. "Again," she demanded.
Lucius laughed. "Demanding witch, isn't she? You're lucky I can tolerate the both of you."
"Shut up," Severus growled. Hermione shifted her legs, allowing both men better freedom of movement, and it seemed that both sank deeper inside of her. Her head fell back to Lucius's shoulder as both men slowly began to thrust in unison, the feathers on Lucius's mask catching on the rhinestones on hers, but neither of them moved to disentangle themselves.
The feeling of both men buried inside her was far beyond her previous experience, and she quickly lost her rhythm as pleasure swept over her. Lucius was pressing kisses to her skin, scraping tentatively with his teeth. It set her aflame, the way he was panting, his hands clutching convulsively... But it was Severus that captured her attention, that made the pleasure build and build until she rather thought she would explode into a thousand tiny pieces.
For the first time, he wasn't burrowing his face in her neck, and he looked almost feral. She could see his incisors lengthening, sharp, and she couldn't help blurting: "Bite me."
He looked torn.
"Don't change me, not yet," she told him between thrusts, trying not to come. "But I want you to bite me."
Behind her, Lucius groaned and shuddered as he came, his thrusts slowing. Severus redoubled his efforts, sweat shining on his brow above his mask. "Do it," Hermione urged again, tilting her head further. She wanted him to bite her, to watch him finally lose control...
She wasn't disappointed; something in him snapped and Severus's eyes flashed and he bent to her pulse. Pain lanced through her, followed by a surge of pleasure so intense she shattered in their arms. She was burning up, waves rushing over and through her, and she couldn't help crying out. Screamed, more like. She couldn't remember having been so loud, not since the night that Severus had gotten that cream... But her thoughts dissolved like sugar in hot tea as Severus fed on her, his mouth pulling and suckling.
Finally he pulled back, his lips red and his eyes hot. She'd never seen him like this – he was rough and nearly brutal, building and tipping her over one more time with a whimper. He was looking at her with something close to reverence when he let out a hoarse shout and shuddered, his cock pulsing and twitching inside her.
They lay tangled together for a moment, catching their breath. Lucius reached up and gingerly extricated his feathers from her mask, and was the first to gently withdraw, all three of them shivering with the sensations. Severus followed suit a moment later, and Cleansing Charms were cast. Both men remained quite hard and she patted their erect cocks, grinning.
"Samhain is wonderful, but I don't think that I'm up to another round quite yet."
Severus smirked wickedly, checking the bite mark on her neck before healing it carefully. "We should wait before continuing, and perhaps rest and seek refreshments suitable for Lucius and I, else I be unable to resist tasting you again this night. You are quite insistent."
Lucius flopped bonelessly onto the bed, golden against the jewel-toned cushions. "She is. But isn't that why we like her so much?"
Severus glanced out into the ballroom, frowned, and flicked his hand. Lucius's robes flew from their resting place to atop the other man's hairless chest. "Get dressed. You're new, and I've just noticed the time."
Hermione cast a Tempus and frowned. "Oh, Merlin... Be quick, Lucius. You can use the Floo in my office, there's no windows once we get out of the ballroom."
Severus hurriedly began to dress as well, disappearing into layers of clothing faster than she would have thought possible, and she herself struggled into the straps of her dress. The wards protecting their alcove from the rest of the orgy were removed and the trio hurried across the ballroom, stepping over limbs of entwined couples rather than going around them.
The hall to her office was deserted, everyone having either retreated to the privacy of one of the alcoves, engaging in lascivious acts in the main room, or partaking of the trays still offering delicacies. Hermione opened the door and parted the wards, then closed and recast the same once they were all inside.
Lucius eyed the Floo with distaste, clearly thinking of the effect soot would have on his robes. Nevertheless, he claimed a pinch of powder from the neatly-labeled jar and tossed it into the fire. "Severus Snape's home."
He disappeared in a flash of emerald green and Severus took the moment of privacy to pull her close, kissing her fiercely. "We will continue this in the privacy of home." He also took a pinch of powder, giving her a meaningful look, and wrapped his free arm firmly around her waist.
"Of course." Hermione smiled. "I need to thank you gentlemen for a fantastic Samhain, after all."
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