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A/N: Hey everyone. The good news is that these chapters didn't need overhauling so I got them done relatively quickly. The bad news is that I'm super sick and I have no idea what's wrong with me, so I don't know how long it's going to take me to work on the coming chapters (I think the next group release is four chapters long). Hopefully I'm going to the doctor today and they'll figure out what's wrong, but I'm pretty out of it (and typing this in a moment of lucidity). I'll probably get 34 up tomorrow morning (assuming I'm functional), but I don't want to make the break between these two chapters any longer than I have to.
I hope this is as coherent as my brain thinks it is.
Abbyroad: :D Glad you're enjoying it, and I hope you find some satisfaction in my other stories <3
DS: Best clue I can give you is just an assurance that there is a twist fast approaching. :)
33—Staff
“Grind up on it, girl. Show him how you ride it.”—Beyoncé
(Lucius) 
Lucius glanced over at Snape, who was blinking in and out of sleep, his book on the bed next to him, held open with one hand but essentially forgotten. Hermione must have decided to bunk with Draco that night. Lucius was only slightly jealous. The good thing about having both Snape and Hermione at the manor was that he was less likely to wind up in bed alone, his mind racing like a Nimbus on nitrous. Often, Severus just came to sit with him, but Lucius was fine with that. Severus could read while Lucius relaxed. They fit well together.
But he did miss the way Hermione stroked his hand as he fell asleep. Snape was more cock stroker than hand stroker. Lucius wasn’t complaining—but the two were worlds apart.
“Severus?”
Snape’s right eyebrow rose to help pry open his eyelid, and he peered at Lucius like a haughty pirate. “What?”
“Are you jealous when Hermione isn’t with you at night?”
Closing his eye, Snape simply said, “No.”
"Don't you think Draco gets her more than we do?"
“No.”
“How can you say that? He’s constantly touching her.”
“So are you.”
Lucius didn’t think he touched her constantly—just when she looked inviting. But to be fair, that was most of the time. “She likes it.”
Snape didn’t stir. He might have fallen asleep again.
“I want her to know how much I like having her around,” he said, as if Severus had asked for clarification.
No response.
“Why don’t you touch her more? She’s going to think you don’t want her.”
“She knows how much I want her,” Severus replied quietly. “I don’t need to grope her to prove it.”
“I think you’re scared of her,” Lucius shot back, just to get a rise out of the old prickle puss.
Severus opened both eyes to glare at him. “What an absurd observation. That girl wouldn’t hurt a fly. Why the hell would I be scared of her?”
Lucius hadn’t expected such a biting reply. He’d hit a nerve without meaning to. “How should I know? Maybe you don’t like how attached you’re getting. Fear of commitment.”
Severus rolled his eyes. “Says the man I’ve been with for over thirty years.”
He had him there. “Then what is it? If you’re so comfortable with commitment, then what’s holding you back?”
“Who said anything’s holding me back? How do you come up with this nonsense?”
Lucius could see the fuming exasperation blooming in Snape's face, but rather than scaring him off, it merely piqued Malfoy’s interest. “Is it because she’s so young? Do you think she’s going to suddenly realize how old we are and leave us for Draco?”
"Have you learned nothing of her motivations?” Snape said, sneering derisively. “I thought you were more perceptive than this, Lucius.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Now he was getting defensive. Just because I can’t go traipsing through her head doesn’t mean I’m not perceptive.
“She gets off on the age difference. She prefers experience and the stability that comes from an increase in years.”
"Then why in the hell is she so drawn to Draco?”
Snape sighed. “She’s complicated. She has more sides than just randy lover and submissive sex queen.”
Well of course she was more than that. How shallow did Snape think he was? Lucius shelved that tirade to continue his original argument. “Don’t you think it’s a little disturbing how much she mothers him? He’s like a damn toddler when she’s around.”
Severus flashed him an acerbic eye roll. “Gee, I wonder why.”
Lucius didn’t like Snape the riddler. “What are you getting at?”
Snape's venomous countenance melted to a grimace of pity. “Draco lost his only means of unconditional love when Narcissa died. Hermione is just giving him what he needs most.”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying! Don’t you find that a bit . . . unsettling?”
“No. I think it’s understandable. And before you start picking up any stones, you might want to board up your own glass house.”
Lucius sat tall, fixing him in an icy stare. “If you have something to say, Snape, come out and say it.”
Severus didn’t react, he just stared back with blank indifference. “You’re using her to fill in for Narcissa too.”
“I am not!”
“Then why are you dressing her up in things that Narcissa would have worn? Why are you draping her in jewels when you fuck? Why are you treating her like your wife?”
“How dare you!”
“I’m not condemning your behavior,” Severus said gently. “I’m just curious.”
“For your information, I am not trying to turn her into Narcissa. Hermione and I have already discussed this. If I wanted a clone of Narcissa, I wouldn’t have picked Granger. She’s about as far from Narcissa as you can get. I buy Hermione presents and fuck her in jewels because I enjoy it. Don’t pretend she doesn't look bloody gorgeous dripping in diamonds and lace. And if I’m treating her like my wife, maybe that’s because I miss having a wife!” His voice cracked on the last word, and he clenched his jaw in fury that Snape had goaded him so expertly.
“Lucius,” Severus said, reaching beneath the blanket and brushing his bare leg with the backs of his fingers. “I wasn’t judging. I know this has been as strange for you as it’s been for me.”
“What about you?” Lucius countered, not quite believing there hadn’t been a purposeful barb in his interrogation. “You go around calling her little girl and treating her like a child. Your relationship is just as fucked up as Draco’s or mine.”
Severus shrugged in agreement. “I never claimed it wasn’t. I’m using her to get what I need too.”
“Which is?”
Severus looked away, a thoughtful dent bisecting his brow. After several pensive moments, he sighed and answered, “I want to take care of her.”
Snape? Care?
“She thrives on the submission, just as I do on the domination. But she needs the care to be really happy. I want to give it to her. And I know you do too. That’s why she loves the way you fuck her. It’s not just the pleasure; it’s the intimacy. We both take care of her  . . . but in very different ways.”
Lucius was staggered by how much thought Snape had put into their situation. “If you want to take care of her, then why don’t you act like it? I’ve never once seen you make the first move with her.”
Snape nodded, his eyes focused on the dark fireplace, but he provided no answer.
“Is it the possibility of rejection that’s worrying you?”
Snape’s brow furrowed, and Lucius could see he was turning that over in his mind.
“That’s why you were so comfortable with Narcissa, wasn’t it? There was no rejection to be had—she was already mine.” Lucius put his hand over Snape’s fingers, which had gone still against his leg. “You know Hermione would sooner cut off her wand hand than hurt you—or any of us for that matter.”
Snape’s jaw bulged as his teeth clenched. 
Lucius hadn’t seen that look in a long time. Not since their school days. “Oh. You already know. That’s what’s scaring you—that she’ll be taken away . . . like Lily.”
“No,” Snape whispered and pulled back, clasping his hands together in his lap.
“Then what is it?” Mention of Lily always put a damper on the conversation. Lucius would be lucky to get an answer out of him.
After a protracted silence, Snape spoke, but his eyes remained fixed on the far wall. “Do you feel guilty about Hermione replacing Narcissa?”
Lucius had been avoiding such thoughts in favor of domestic bliss. “Occasionally.” He put two and two together. “Is that what’s bothering you? You feel guilty?”
Snape didn’t look at him, but he nodded once.
Lucius could sympathize. “I often wonder what Narcissa would think of this arrangement. I wonder if she’d forgive me for caring about another witch the way I did about her.”
“Have you come to any conclusions?”
"Oh, I don't have to guess. We discussed what we would do if one of us died. Of course this was when we were young and had Draco to think of. But she told me if something happened to her, and I survived, that she wanted me to marry again.” He smiled softly, remembering how she’d looked in her silk peignoir, her hair glowing in the moonlight as it fell across the bed. “She said she knew I needed someone to hold at night and that she didn’t want me to be miserable.”
“Narcissa really said that?”
Lucius nodded. “I think she wanted—“
Knock knock knock.
All eyes flew to the door.
“Who is it?” Lucius called out.
“Hermione Jean Granger.”
They both snickered at her answer. “Come in, Hermione Jean Granger.”
Hermione slid through the door in her light pink shortie pajamas, her hair pulled back in a braid. She looked lovely, and Lucius smiled at the sight of her. She stopped in her tracks when she saw them in the bed together, a lecherous grin spreading over her face.
“Have I interrupted something?” she asked hopefully.
“Nothing we can’t discuss later. What is it, princess? Do you need something?”
Severus rolled toward the edge of the bed. “I’ll leave you two alone.” 
“NO!” Hermione blurted out.
Snape stopped and stared at her for a second then sat back. 
Obviously pleased with the setting, Hermione climbed up the foot of the bed and crawled into the narrow space between them. “I was just coming to tell Lucius that I missed being with everybody at once. But you’re already here.”
Snape lifted the blanket so she could get under the sheets with them.
grinning, Hermione settled in, sliding her hand over Lucius’s hip. “Are you naked?”
“Don’t I always sleep in the nude?”
Hermione turned to Snape, but when she found he had on pajama bottoms, her smile faltered. “You should sleep starkers too. I want to play with you.”
Snape smirked. “I don’t play, Miss Granger.”
“Yes, you do.” She pulled her cotton top over her head so her tits leapt free. “We just played Professor Snape’s Dirty Detention the other night.”
Snape’s black eyes slid over her breasts. “Touché.”
Lucius grinned at Severus. “Did Professor Snape leave your bottom all bruised like he did last time? Let me see.”
Hermione squealed with laughter as Lucius attempted to pull down her shorts under the covers. “Stop tickling me! I’ll show you! I’ll show you!”
Lucius turned down the bedding so he could see. “Roll over, love. Get that bum up in the air.”
Hermione flipped onto her stomach and arched her back, wiggling about as if she had nettles in her knickers. 
Snickering at her giggly grin, Lucius peeled her little cotton shorts over her hips to reveal her backside, which was currently a half-healed shade of dusty pink. His hand slid over the site of their “play,” and she sighed contentedly.
“This is lovely, princess. Did you tell Severus thank you?”
“I screamed it.”
Severus smiled, and a soft look crossed his stoic features. “Would you like to show Lucius what a good girl you can be?”
She squirmed and lifted her arse higher. “Yes, sir.”
“Get those shorts off her.” Severus said, nodding at her hips. “And check to see how wet she is.”
Mm! A bedtime romp. My favorite. Lucius swiftly removed her pajamas and tossed them aside. As he skimmed his hand up her soft inner thigh, she spread her legs—a wanton invitation if ever there was one—but he immediately knew she wasn’t wet. When she got excited, her outer lips naturally parted, offering a glimpse of her gleaming interior petals. For the moment, her lips were sadly sealed together and looking dejectedly deflated. He held her open to double check.
“She’s not wet. Just normal female damp.”
Severus turned on his side and ran his hand along her back, all the way down to her bum, then he patted her cheek so the ripe flesh wobbled enticingly. “Would you like to give her the first round?”
Lucius was transfixed by the hypnotic riffle of her backside. He stroked her other cheek and then gave it a tap to keep the jelly jiggling. “Hmmmm. I haven’t spanked this little bottom in quite some time. Let’s reminisce.”
If Severus wanted to orchestrate some devious game for them to play that evening, Lucius was all in. It was always nice to switch things up; variety was the spice of life after all. And Hermione loved a spanking like no witch he’d ever met before. You have give the people what they want. With only one little tap as warning, he brought his palm down with a sharp smack.
A pink handprint appeared on her right buttock—his signature as it were—and he slapped the other side to make it a matching set. Stretched out on her belly as she was, her bum took on a life of its own, moving in ways that would have been impossible if she were bent over. The resulting quiver that rippled across her skin was absolutely stunning. And the color—c’est manifique. He gave her a slappy round of fifty, which had her writhing and whimpering in no time flat, her hips bucking toward the bed as if she were shagging the sheets.
Severus signaled him to stop then used the back of one hand to test the heat. “Are you wet now, Miss Granger?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And why is that?”
“Because I like getting my naughty bottom spanked.”
Lucius silently laughed at her practiced response.
“That’s right,” Severus purred, tracing her crevice with the tips of his fingers. “What else do you like?”
“Having my naughty bottom filled, sir.”
Snape nodded at Lucius to grab a cheek, and they both spread her wide, exposing her brown backdoor to the light. The panting and grinding were immediate; she went from needy want to blistering desire in an instant.
"Tell Lucius what you have to do when you've been a bad girl."
“Oh God,” she muttered, clearly not keen on sharing the logistics of her discipline. But in true Gryffindor fashion, she did what she had to do get the job done. Hiding her face, she blurted out, “When I’m a bad girl, I have to sit on my naughty stool in the corner.”
“And tell him what that means,” Snape prompted, using his other hand to tease the tiny hairs surrounding her pucker.
“I don’t want to, sir. It’s too embarrassing.”
“Lucius won’t make fun of you. It’ll turn him on. You want to make him hard, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then tell him.”
She turned her head toward Lucius but kept her face veiled by the pillow sham. “Severus spanks me till I’m sore then I have to sit on the naughty stool in the corner. But he attached two . . . cocks to the seat.”
Lucius gave Snape an impressed look. Kinky devil.
Severus shook his head. “The smaller one isn’t a dildo, it’s just a rather long plug.”
“I have to get it wet with my mouth first,” she muttered. “The purple one goes in my pussy. I have to sit down all the way and stay there until Severus says I can get up.”
“And what happens if you don’t sit still or if you come in the corner?” Snape prompted.
She buried her face deeper in the sheets. “I get six with the cane.”
“And how many times have you come on the naughty stool?”
“Mmmmphhumm.”
“Take your face out of the pillow and answer me clearly.”
She lifted her head but didn't look at them. “Every time.”
Lucius couldn’t help laughing at that. “Your poor little bottom,” he crooned and gave her warm skin a reassuring pat. “Do you approve of Snape’s discipline?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, sounding quite pleased with herself.
Severus rubbed her back. “Now, it’s my turn to spank you. Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I think you’d better straddle Lucius and get him deep inside so I can start.”
Her head jerked around, and she stared at Snape then, whipping her head in the opposite direction, she looked at Lucius, her eyes wandering down to his semi-erect prick. “He’s not hard enough yet, sir.”
“Then get him there.”
“But . . . I came here to see you two touch each other.”
Lucius grinned. She was a forward little thing—and clever. No doubt she’d purposely waited until she thought they were going at it before knocking on his door. Severus smirked at him behind her back.
"I’ll get Lucius hard for you, if you take the big pink plug during your spank-fucking.”
Her eyes went wide, but not in fear. "Yes, sir. I agree.”
Snape flashed him a wicked grin as he sat up. Pulling his wand from the pillow case, he silently Summoned the plug from his room. The door flew open, and Lucius saw a whizzing blur of pink speed past.
Snape caught it in one hand and presented it to her like a present. “Lucius, would you be so kind as to pass the lube?”
Quick as a flash, Lucius rolled over and rummaged through the night stand in search of the familiar aqua tube. When he found it, he set it down next to her and got a peek at the plug from over her shoulder. He knew what Snape was doing—getting her used to the idea of double penetration without scaring her. And he’d picked a brilliant tool for the campaign. The plug was not the usual tapered shape; it was a small silicone penis, maybe four or five inches long and just over an inch wide. The base was flared like a plug and had a nice ring to help pull it out. It would be like training wheels for her first buggering.
“Trade places with me,” Severus told her. “I want you to lube up that plug and get it in while I’m . . . preparing Lucius.”
“Yes, sir,” she breathed out in a rush.
They rolled about, swapping places, and Severus sank down on his side, eye-level with Lucius’s dick. Smoothing his palm up Lucius’s thigh, Severus snaked his arm over his hip in a familiar embrace. A strong hand grabbed his arse, pulling him in, the brewing calluses on Snape’s fingers making his skin sing with gooseflesh, and that wicked mouth engulfed him with practiced finesse. Just like when they were younger.  
Hermione’s eyes went wide, and without blinking or looking at what she was doing, she opened the lube and started wanking the silicone prick in her hand. When it was shiny and slick, she leaned onto her side and rested her head next to Lucius’s. Lucius watched her face as she greased her arse. He loved that backdraft of excitement that flared through those brown eyes whenever her senses overwhelmed her logic. Boom-whoosh! In a split second she could be completely immolated by lust. A majestic sight to behold.
Lucius didn’t know what was turning him on more, Snape’s superlative sucking, or watching Hermione’s pupils blow out like black balloons as she impaled herself with the plug. Her eyelids fluttered, and she bit her lower lip, concentrating hard and presenting a tableau of abject bliss.
Snape’s agile tongue flickered into his urethra, and Lucius grunted, grabbing his greasy head and urging him to go back to following his length. Tricky bastard. Severus knew very well what that did to him. There was fucking to be done, and he couldn’t risk coming in Snape’s mouth before they’d even begun.
Hermione must have conquered the bulbed head, because she suddenly relaxed and heaved out an enormous sigh. Her free hand wandered down, and Lucius smiled as the juicy sounds of cliteration filled the room. Snape had taught her well. Or had she discovered that trick all on her own? He’d never asked her how far she’d pushed the anal play before dating them.
“How’s your bum feeling, princess?”
She smiled drunkenly, her eyes never leaving Snape’s bobbing head. “Very full, sir.”
“Have you got it in yet?”
“Almost. Maybe another inch to go.”
“I hope you’re nice and wet for me so I can fuck that pretty pussy.”
Her inhale hitched. “I am, sir. So wet.”
Snape ducked his head and pulled back so Lucius’s erection popped from his mouth and sprang back up with enough force to flick saliva all over Malfoy’s abdomen. Ragged exhales gusted up and down the back of his glistening dick, and Severus ran his tongue along the underside as if he’d missed a spot. “Lucius is ready for you, Miss Granger. Is that plug in all the way?”
“Yes, sir.”
Severus sat up. “Lucius, get in the middle so I can use my right hand on her.”
Lucius slid over, and Snape took the edge of the bed. Hermione didn't wait for an invitation; she was climbing up and straddling him before he was even settled. Somebody's raring to go, he thought with a smile. Gods he loved her enthusiasm. And she could ride him like a blue-ribbon champion. Such poise. Such timing. Such thighs. It was all in the thighs.
“I’ll let you get him in first,” Severus told her. “Go slowly. Things are going to feel extremely tight. Lucius is far thicker than your purple dildo.”
Hermione nodded and reached down to aim Lucius towards heaven. There was a brief moment of sloshy swishing as she lubed him in a tidal wave of satin, but then she eased him into her opening and Lucius could do nothing but hiss like a viper. She'd gone from deliciously snug to jaw-clenchingly cramped, and he could see by the whites of her eyes that she'd been caught off guard by the stretch. 
Lucius gripped her hip to hold her steady. “That’s it, love. Breathe.”
Gasping, she sank down a little further, and her eyelids shuddered to slits. Lower, circling her hips, she loosened herself up. “Unnnnh.”
Severus knelt at her side and rubbed her back. “Are you all right?”
She nodded, her head lolling as if she were aboard a ship on choppy waters. 
“We’re right here,” Lucius murmured. “Just breathe.”
Hermione met his eye and nodded again. Slowly, she got ahold of her respiration and went still. Lucius stayed still too. She might pop off his knob if he made any sudden movements.
“Good girl,” Severus crooned. “Does that feel good?”
She nodded, her brown eyes glassy with arousal.
“Can’t you talk?” Severus murmured, leaning down to kiss her temple.
Lucius knew what would get her talking. He found her clit with his index finger and gently stroked.
“Unnnnnh!” Her hips rocked, driving him deeper with each undulation. “Thank you, sir!”
Severus smirked and kept rubbing her back. “There’s my girl. Tell Lucius how much you appreciate him letting you use his cock.”
“Thank you for fucking me, sir,” she rattled off, her head pitching back to follow her rolling eyes.
“You’re welcome,” Malfoy grunted. “Just a bit lower and you’ll have it all.”
Hermione sank down and groaned; the sound must have welled up from the depths of her pussy, because he felt every oscillation vibrating along his shaft.
“Fuck!” Lucius growled, grinding his teeth as her buzzing sheath targeted his glans.
Severus’s eyes flashed to his. “Do I need to ask if you’re all right too?”
“She’s so fucking tight,” Lucius hissed. “I’m not going to make it.”
Hermione rode him faster, working him even deeper. When she finally sank to the hilt, he tried to catch his breath, but she started to grind, and he was left muttering under his breath like a lunatic.
Snape patted her bum a few times. “Ready for your spanking, Miss Granger?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. “Please.”
Snape knew to strike while the iron was hot. Smack!
Her pussy clenched, and Lucius moaned in tandem with her, albeit for entirely different reasons.
Smack!
She mashed her clit into his pelvis as if trying to smother her poor nubbin. Lucius would have rubbed it for her, but she was pressed to him so tightly he couldn’t fit a finger between them.
Smack!
Each hit reverberated through her body, rattling his shaft like an aftershock. She whipped her hips, beating his cock around her soft walls, banging her cervix with a rough kiss each time she slammed down. The spanking paused, but the ride continued. Snape must have been pushing the plug back inside her, because Lucius felt the hard ridge sliding along the back of his dick.
“Keep that in, little girl.” Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Her eyes fluttered closed, and she continued sheerly by feel. It looked as if she were high. Lucius reached up and cupped her cheek, and she nuzzled his hand like a cat. Her jaw dropped open, exposing her pink tongue, which glittered with hungry shine. He slid in his thumb, and she sucked greedily. Her appreciative moan traveled down the digit and echoed in his palm.
The sounds of Snape's spanking blended with the sodden symphony between her legs—flesh on flesh, slapping heat to a driving beat.
“All right,” Severus murmured. “You may come whenever you like.” Smack! “Show us how much you love having every hole stuffed full.” Smack! “Your bottom’s getting awfully red.” Smack! “You’d better come soon, or you won’t be able to sit tomorrow.” Smack! “And don’t think for a second that that will keep you off your naughty stool.” Smack! “I know you’re close, little girl.” Smack! “Come for me right now, or I’m going to use the riding crop on your sweet little clit again.”
“Unnnnnnh!” She bucked wildly, her pussy clamping around him so hard Lucius almost bit a hole through his tongue.
Smack! Smack! Smack! The spanking accelerated, urging her faster like a horse at the track. She shouted even louder as her inner muscles convulsed. He’d never seen her come so hard. She looked deranged. But happy. Was this what she needed from Snape? Was this what she needed from him? She’d told him repeatedly that she loved what they did together, but he’d never left her looking as though she’d lost her marbles. Or maybe he did. He couldn’t really see her face when he was licking her pussy.
Severus jiggled the plug again, and Lucius came with a groan, spilling himself inside her, coating her walls with his seed. The pulsing in his pelvis took his breath away. Every thrust milked a fresh stream from the base of his balls. The word satisfying didn't even begin to describe what he was feeling. The relief of release was awe-inspiring. Inspirational.
She collapsed down on top of him as her body ran out of steam. Lucius wrapped his arms around her and held her close, waiting for his dick to deflate so he could pull out without tearing off his glans. That plug made everything wonderfully intense, but it also made exit impossible.
Severus bent down and pressed his lips to the side of her face. “Good girl. Where would you like my seed tonight? In your mouth? On your red backside? In your pussy?”
She turned her head. “I can have it anywhere?”
He smirked. “That’s what good girls get.”
“Can you take out my plug and come in my bum?”
Severus’s gaze shot to Lucius, and Lucius widened his eyes in response. What are you waiting for?
“Do you mean with my cock in your bum or you just want me to aim for the hole?”
“I don’t think I can fit your cock in there. I just meant mostly in the hole.”
Severus chuckled and kissed her forehead. “Yes, I can do that. Are you ready right now?”
“Yes, sir,” she said happily and arched her back, offering him easy access.
Severus lowered the front his black pajamas and grabbed hold of his cock, which was already rock hard, so Lucius surmised he’d enjoyed the spanking as much as she had. Kneeling behind her, Snape began to determinedly wank, and as he did so, he gave Lucius a conspiratorial look then nodded at her bum. Lucius knew what he meant—the moment of truth was drawing nigh. Their devious little angel was dying for a good buggering.
Stroking her head, Lucius watched Snape’s face over her shoulder. The line between his brow deepened as he concentrated on his task. That was his usual fucking face. Pain. Pleasure. Trying to come. Trying not to come. It all looked the same on Snape. Sexy.
"Bear down," Severus grunted, and a moment later the plug was pulled free.
Lucius lifted his head to watch. Snape put his leaking tip right up to her cleft and, with a low growl, pumped his entire load into her arse. Depending on how fast her sphincter winked closed, he probably got a good deal of it inside her.
With a final grunt, Snape finished himself off and wiped the remains in her crack. Lucius smiled and dropped his head back to the bed. He’d have to commit that image to his permanent memory files.
Snape leaned down and kissed her lower back. “All right, young lady. You’re all filled up. Don’t push that out. I’ll clean you in the morning.”
Hermione smiled sleepily and rested her head on Lucius’s shoulder. “Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome,” Severus said softly, and Lucius was amazed by how kind he sounded.
“You too, Lucius,” Hermione whispered. “I love your cock. And I love the way you know what I want.”
Gods, she was so fucking sweet. He kissed the top of her head to sate his sugar cravings. “You’re beautiful when you come, princess. But you look awfully tired now. Are you ready to go to sleep?”
“With both of you?” she suggested.
Snape nodded at him over her shoulder.
“Of course, love,” Lucius agreed. “Anything you want.”
“I want Draco here too. I feel bad that we did this without him. He’ll be sad if he finds out.”
Before Lucius could answer, Severus spoke, “You're right, Draco would be sad. We won’t mention what happened tonight. Why don’t you go to his room and get him, and we'll clean up.”
Hermione gently wiggled Lucius out of her pussy and placed a groggy peck on his lips. “Okay, I’ll be right back.”
She slid off the bed and padded out the door—a bit more bowlegged than when she’d arrived.
As soon as she disappeared, Lucius gave Snape a reproachful glare. “How the hell are we all going to sleep together? I am not spooning my son all night.”
Snape cleaned off the plug with a spell and sent it back to his room. “Hermione has some idea, I’m sure. She’s not going to make you spoon Draco. And would you stop acting as if your son is the enemy. Without him, this might all fall apart. At least do it for her.”
Lucius considered that. He did want her to be happy, and it wasn't as if he’d never let Draco sleep in his bed before. The boy had gone through some kind of “monsters in the wardrobe” phase when he was four, and it had taken them months to get him back in his own bed. Sighing deeply, Lucius nodded. “Very well.”
“And clean yourself off,” Severus said, nodding at his crotch. “It smells like a pussy pool party in here.”
Lucius smirked. “I like it.”
“So do I, but I don’t want Draco to feel left out either.”
Lucius found his wand and charmed his prick clean. “Better?”
Severus sank down on his side and aligned their hips so they were sealed together from chest to bollocks. The warmth of his genitals was matched only by the heat in his gaze. He slid his hand into Lucius’s hair and brushed his lips over his mouth.
”Better,” he confirmed.
Staff—Made up of five horizontal parallel lines and the spaces between them on which musical notation is written. (But obviously it's a play on definitions, and I meant the more phallic of the two.)
"Countdown" by Beyoncé. Written by Knowles, Terius Nash, Shea Taylor, Ester Dean, Cainon Lamb, Julie Frost, Michael Bivins, Nathan Morris and Wanya Morris. Released in 2011.
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