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Chapter List
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Author�s Note:� Well,
at long last I�ve managed to get this chapter out, in all of its fabulous kinky
glory!� I have to issue a healthy slew of
warnings: there be blood play, mild dub con, Malfoycest, light BDSM, anal, and toys ahead.� All I ask is that if any of those squick you (in particular the Malfoycest),
either don�t read or try to restrain yourself from leaving me a nasty
review.� I know it�s not everybody�s
bag.� But if it is - a Level 5 Knicker Warning is definitely in effect.

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�� Lucius knocked on his son�s door and walked in without
waiting for a response.� He thought, as
he did it, that he had hated when his father did that to him, and resolved to
perhaps hesitate a little longer in the future.�
Especially since Draco was a grown man
now.� Old habits did indeed die hard.

�� Closing the
door behind him, Lucius turned and was met with an
interesting sight.� Draco
was on his back in bed, stripped completely naked, panting and twisting in the
sheets.� He recognized the wild, clouded
look in his eyes.� He needed blood.

�� In the
months since they had found Hermione, Draco had no
need to feed.� The urge had been absent
so long that they had begun to speculate that perhaps mating had reduced or
eliminated it.� Not so, apparently.� Lucius rolled up
his sleeve and went to his son�s side.

�� Draco stilled as he approached, staring at him
upside-down.� Lucius
could see the wicked points of his fangs between his parted lips.� They only came out in times like this;
otherwise, it was as if Draco had not been bitten at
all.

�� Why didn�t
you call for me?� Lucius asked, sitting on the edge
of the bed.

�� I don�t
want you,� Draco
very nearly growled.� �I want Hermione.�

�� You know
we haven�t discussed this with her.� She
may not be comfortable with it.�

�� Hermione,� he said, �NOW.�

�� Lucius bit down on his pride and fixed his sleeve.� The thirst made Draco
feral, aggressive, and unreasonable.� It
wasn�t his rejection that bothered Lucius; it was the
possibility that Hermione would be too afraid to let Draco
take the blood he wanted.� Draco would not be happy with that.� And Lucius wasn�t
happy with anything that could endanger their arrangement with Hermione.

�� And what
if she does not want to let you feed?�

�� She
will.�� Draco
had rolled over onto his side, his back to his father.

�� I hope
you�re right.�� He gave a reproachful
look to his son�s back.� �I�ll return
with her.��

��

�� Draco lay there fidgeting.�
It seemed like it was taking a very long time for his father to retrieve
Hermione, but he knew he was just impatient.�
Being thirsty like this frayed his temper and
obliterated his patience.� But in
a way, he had been waiting for this.� He
knew the strange vampire/veela hybrid inside him
would want to taste Hermione and the day was finally here.

�� That
thought put some order to his mind.� He
had lied to Lucius; it wasn�t that he didn�t want
him, just that he wanted Hermione first.�
In fact, he had some plans for his father today.� He recalled an interesting conversation they
had a week before:

��

�� Father, is there anything you haven�t
done?�

�� Lucius
blinked and turned to him.� �In what sense?�

�� Sexually.�

�� The older man thought, his brow
creasing.� He actually looked a bit
sheepish a moment later when he responded, �Well, given enough time I�m sure
I�d think of something.�

�� And to think, you seemed so
normal,� Draco snorted.

�� It was the sixties and seventies, Draco.� There was
this thing called �the sexual revolution.��
You would have done exactly the same if you were alive at the time.� Besides, Slytherin
house has always had its fair share of perversions��

�� I must have missed out on those.�

�� Lucius
looked at him incredulously.� �What?� You and Zabini
never did any kind of experimentation?� I
thought for sure you had, you spent so much time with the boy.�

�� Are you encouraging it?!�

�� He shrugged.� �It�s boarding school.�

�� What�s that supposed to mean?�

�� It means that you�re in a dorm full
of hormonal teenagers with varying degrees of supervision and things happen.�

�� Right, well, things only happened
to me with girls.�

�� I�m sure it�s because Zabini was the only one in your class that could hold a
candle to you, and he wasn�t interested, for whatever reason.�

�� Draco
could only stare at him.� Lucius was perfectly at ease discussing these things. �The topic of sexuality had never come up over
the course of Draco�s youth, but he had always
assumed that his father was vehemently against same sex relations.� Most purebloods were, as these kinds of
relationships couldn�t produce children.

�� Are you bisexual?� he asked his
father, quite bluntly.

�� If you�re asking me if I�ve been
with men, the answer is yes.� Not in the last twenty-odd years, though, as I was married to your
mother.�� Lucius
turned over and rested his chin in his palm.�
�Sexuality isn�t a fixed and rigid thing, Draco.� I don�t place many limits on mine.� Marriage was one of those limits.�

�� Was,� Draco
said, slightly dazed.

�� And will be again, when we are
bound to Hermione.� I don�t want you to
think that I�m some insatiable beast that is out cavorting with anything that
moves.�� A small smile moved across his
face.� �There is your answer for what I
haven�t done.� I keep my interests
strictly focused on humans.�

�� I think this conversation needs to
end before it sends me to St. Mungo�s!� Draco protested.

�� Lucius
laughed.� �You started it.�

�� Which I regret immensely,� he
grumbled.� He extracted himself from the
bed, leaving his smug sire behind, and started his morning routine with a
strange confusion lodged in his gut.

�� He wasn�t
confused anymore.� No, his path had
become crystal clear when the thirst had hit him this morning.� Amazing how insanity sometimes brought
clarity.

�� At that
moment, the door opened.� It was
Hermione.� She seemed a bit tentative,
but otherwise had a look of determination that he recognized from their school
days.� It was the slight raise of her
chin, the spark in her eyes; it had annoyed him then, but now he found it
completely irresistible.� He loved that
she had fire.

�� Don�t be
afraid,� he said.

�� I�m not.�

�� Draco beckoned with a gesture, knowing that his entire
being was saturated in lust.� It couldn�t
be helped.� Besides, there was no need to
conceal his want as far as his mate was concerned.

��

�� Hermione
moved toward the bed.� Truthfully, she
was a little bit scared.� She knew that Draco wouldn�t hurt her, and that allowing him to take her
blood wouldn�t change her, but it was daunting nonetheless.� She wondered if it hurt.� Being bitten like that had to, didn�t it?

�� Draco�s arms wrapped around her and he pulled her into the
plush bed.� He was different like this,
sensual and a little bit predatory.� He
was kissing and sucking and touching every available inch of her skin greedily.� It took her mind off the task at hand quite
easily.� Perhaps that was why he was
doing it�

�� With that
thought, she tensed up.� She was just
waiting for his teeth to sink in and the pain and the blood.

�� Hermione,�
he purred.� �Hermione, I�m not going to
hurt you.� You have to relax.�

�� I�m
trying,� she whispered back and made a concerted effort to loosen her
muscles.� �I�I guess I lied.� I am a little afraid.�

�� Draco climbed over her, looking down from his position on
his hands and knees.� �I know you�ve
researched.�

�� Guiltily,
Hermione nodded.

�� Then you
know that when you�re willing�when you let me seduce you�it will feel good.�

�� That�s
what the books say,� she agreed mildly.

�� And don�t
you like books best of all?� Well, second
to us, anyhow.�

�� She nodded
again.� �I just�it seems like one of
those great myths, like high heels somehow being comfortable.� It�s�biting,
lacerating skin, bleeding�it must
hurt.� Didn�t it hurt you?�

�� It hurt me
very badly, but Hermione�I wasn�t willing.�

�� Yes.� Draco had decidedly
not invited that vampire�s
advances.� She hadn�t seen him in the
immediate aftermath, but Lucius had, and he would
only shake his head when she asked him to talk about it.� It must have been truly awful.� Feeling a sudden lump in her throat, Hermione
threw her arms around his shoulders and crushed him into an embrace.

�� He mistook
it for fear.

�� Hermione,
you don�t have to do this if you�re too afraid.�
I would never force you.� I can
just call for my father.� Really, it�s
all right.� I want you to enjoy it.�

�� I�m not
afraid,� she said through a well of tears.�
�I�m just so happy that you�re here.�

�� He looked
down at her, perplexed.� �Where else
would I be?�

�� Hermione
took hold of his face and tugged him down for a fierce kiss.� It pulled one of his arms right out from
under him and he collapsed on top of her.�
They kissed like that for a long minute, chest to chest, and Hermione
reveled in the pleasant weight his body exerted upon hers.

�� He lifted
his lips slowly, eyes focusing intensely on her face.� They were magnificent to look at, sometimes
cut through with a current of blue, sometimes not.� There was no blue in evidence today; his gaze
was pure steel.

�� She reached
between their bodies to start undoing the buttons on her blouse.� Draco�s lips pulled
into a lazy grin.� A moment later, she
paused.

�� What?� he
asked.

�� Hermione matched
his grin.� �I always wanted a man to rip
my shirt off like in a bad romance novel.�

�� Draco sat up, straddling her and taking hold of each side
of her shirt.� �I promise you it will be
neither bad�nor romantic.�� Then he
pulled, sending little buttons scattering in every direction.� Hermione felt a hot flush of arousal.� She would never admit to her desire to be
manhandled but it was getting to the point where she didn�t have to speak her
desires to her men.� They just knew.

�� Draco popped the front closure of her bra and didn�t waste
any time leaning down to suck one of her nipples into his mouth.� It was a debate as to which of her mates
liked her breasts more.� She thought Draco won by a slight margin; Lucius
seemed to be a bit more enamored of her rear end.� To some degree that worried her.� Eventually, she knew he would want to partake
in anal sex and she wasn�t anxious to experience him as her first partner.� His girth would be problematic.

�� Or maybe it
wouldn�t.� She didn�t know, but had no
doubt that she�d find out.� This wasn�t
the time to think of such things, anyhow; Draco�s
tongue was lapping roughly at her nipple, sending little tingles of pleasure
coursing through her.� He applied his
teeth to the rosy peak and she purred.

�� With a
grin, he moved to lavish the same attention on her other nipple.� He sucked that one hard, circling his tongue
around the areola every now and then.�
While he did his hand drifted down to her trousers.� Without bothering to undo them, he slipped
his hand in.� He knew it drove her crazy
when he teased her by rubbing against her skimpy knickers.� Truth be told, it drove him crazy too,
because he could feel them as they became sodden with her arousal.

�� The texture
of fingers and fabric was a potent one, even when it was not directly against
her clit.� Hermione whimpered as he
pressed his hand against her heat, cupping her sex.� He continued to suck and tongue at her
nipples until they were achingly hard, pinched in tight little peaks against
his lips.

�� Then he
rose up and slotted his lips over hers.�
She parted her lips and thrust her tongue out to meet his.� He met her gamely, and as he did she could
feel his fingers pushing her knickers aside and testing her wetness.� She moaned into his mouth.� Automatically, his hips flexed forward,
pressing into the combined cradle of her hips and his own hand.

�� She loved
to kiss him like this.� It was so
unfettered, so completely sexual to twine her tongue around his.� She grazed one of his fangs and he was
careful to pull back slightly.� They were
sharp, she supposed.� Oddly, it didn�t
bother her.� She went right on kissing
him.

�� He sighed
into her mouth and the muscles in her thighs tightened as he slowly withdrew
his hand from her trousers, rubbing maddeningly against her clit as he did
so.� Draco rose
up for a moment.� With a slow
deliberateness, he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked her gleaming
essence from them.

�� Fuck,� he
sighed, his expression one of rapture.�
�You taste so good.�� He placed
those same fingers against her lips and Hermione flicked out her tongue before
drawing both digits into her mouth.� She
could taste the faint muskiness that still lingered on them.� Draco gave a quiet
groan.� With some satisfaction, she
noticed how his cock jumped at the suction of her lips.� She loved how responsive he was.

�� I want to
taste you,� she purred.

�� Mm.� Not just yet,�
he answered.� He tugged his hand gently
away, his fingers pulling free of her lips with a wet little pop.� �Ladies first.�

�� She felt
another warm surge of arousal at the anticipation of his mouth upon her.� It never got old.� He apparently didn�t think so, either.� Draco peppered soft
kisses between her breasts and down her stomach as his hands worked at undoing
her trousers.� In a quick moment he
tugged them away, discarding them in a pile with her shoes.� He did sometimes like when she left her heels
on but this didn�t seem to be one of those times.

�� Where do
you find such indecent little knickers?� he asked with an evil little
smirk.� She was wearing a dark purple
lace thong.� It never ceased to amuse her
how scandalous both Malfoys found thong
underwear.� They had no idea it was
commonplace in the Muggle world.� To them, most of her ensembles were downright
lewd � not that they complained.

�� That�s my secret,�
she taunted.

�� There are
no secrets allowed,� he growled playfully.�
�I�ll find a way to get my answer.�

�� I�m sure
you will,� Hermione giggled.

�� Draco eased her knickers down without further
preamble.� It appeared that he lost his
train of thought as the smell of her arousal hit him.� The thong was left hanging around her ankle
as he groaned and buried his face between her thighs.

�� Hermione
moaned at his direct attack.� His tongue
caroused in a long lick from perineum to clitoris, where he teased in gentle
little pushes.� He didn�t seem too intent
on teasing her like he sometimes did.� He
circled her clit and then fluttered his tongue over it.� Oh, Merlin, she loved when he did that!

�� He paused
for a second to properly settle himself on the bed.� His hands draped over her thighs, pulling
them further apart to give him better access.�
She had long since gotten over her shyness at being splayed open so
wantonly.� In fact, she had discovered
that it made everything, but this especially, feel so much better.

�� He leaned
into her, applying his roving tongue with more pressure now.� Merlin, it was so good.� He alternated long swipes of his tongue with
quick little pushes, teasing her clit from every angle.

�� Hermione
tangled her hands in his hair.� Tensing her
stomach muscles, she lifted her neck to watch him.� The sight of his lips and tongue working her
pussy always made her so hot.� This time
was no exception.

�� He was
concentrating as he did it, his eyes closed.�
His pink tongue wriggled and darted.�
Watching the motion and connecting it with the sensation made it that
much more powerful.� Hermione moaned and
knew that his chin would be soaked with her arousal soon if it wasn�t already.

�� His teeth
grazed her clit and a heady pleasure shot through her.� �Oh, yes, Draco!�
she gasped.� She hoped he hadn�t planned
to bite her there, but in the fog of her pleasure she wasn�t really worried.

�� He purred
into the sweet moisture of her sex.�
Hermione�s neck arched back as she felt him sliding a long finger inside
her.� Another quickly joined it and he
began a slow pump as he sucked lightly against her clit.

�� She was not
going to last if he kept doing that.� He
was rubbing purposefully against the front wall of her insides, jarring that
extra bundle of nerves that seemed almost to be the other side of her
clitoris.� It was quickly becoming too
much.

�� Her chest
heaved, her breasts rising and falling in little gasps.� Draco moaned
appreciatively, no doubt noticing the movement of her painfully hard
nipples.� Hermione pulled at his hair.

�� Yes, Draco, please!� she pleaded, feeling her orgasm begin to
build.

�� He moved
his fingers a little faster.� Then his
tongue resumed that mind-addling flicker he had done earlier.� Her clit was so swollen and sensitive that
the quick, vibrating pressure made her tighten around his fingers.

�� Draco took that as his cue and began to pleasure her with a
surprising tenacity.� Hermione was caught
off guard by it, and before she knew what was happening, orgasm was rocking her
body.� She clenched tightly with a
high-pitched shout, pleasure welling up in brain-melting ripples.

�� She barely
registered when he withdrew his fingers from her mid-orgasm and replaced his
tongue with them, pressing and rubbing and spurring her even higher.� Groaning with need and feeling his cock
swell, he moved a few inches to the right, licked the soft flesh of her inner
thigh, and sank his fangs in.

�� She keened
as he did, her hips bucking.� The taste
of her sex-charged blood brought tears to his eyes.� It was so sweet, so strong.� God, he felt his balls tightening
painfully.� He could have come from that
alone.� Fortunately, his willpower was
strong enough to resist.

�� It was
harder to resist drinking his fill.� Her
taste was so addictive.� He could have
drained her, drunk of her until she was white and shriveled, but he would never
do that to Hermione.� He loved her too
much.

�� After a
long minute he forced himself to rise.�
He knew his face was smeared with a mixture of her slick juices and her
blood.� His balls were positively
throbbing.� That had been an excellent,
excellent idea.

�� Hermione
lay panting, soft little mewls still issuing from
her.� A fine sheen of sweat was upon her
brow and her hair was wild about her head.�
Smiling, Draco lay down beside her and curled
his body into hers.� He would give her a
few minutes to recover, and then he�d fill her in on his wicked plans.

�� Lucius�s ear perked when he heard the familiar sound of
Hermione shouting her way through orgasm.�
She was certainly a screamer and he loved it.� His lips quirked; what neither of them knew
was that he could be a screamer, too, if the right things were done to him.

�� Then his
grin faded.� He doubted those things
would be happening to him anytime soon.�
He had taken Hermione�s flash of fear when the subject of more
interesting sexual practices was brought up (as well as Draco�s
discomfiture with their recent discussion of his liberal sexual attitude) very
seriously.� He wasn�t going to push
either of them into something they didn�t desire.� The thought of a lifetime of regular sex was
much easier to bear than the thought of frightening one or both of them away.

�� Besides,
they were young.� They could do very well
together without him.� He hated how much
he feared that.� Lucius
was a confident man, but he wasn�t getting any younger.� Especially not today.

�� He
sighed.� He had never liked his birthday
and today was no exception.� Grumpily, he
rose from his seat, intent on seeking refuge in his study.� He had settled across the hall from Draco�s room just in case Hermione was too frightened to
let Draco drink from her and they needed his
assistance.� It was obvious that they
didn�t.

�� He pulled
open the door and was surprised to find Draco
standing right there.� He was still naked
and Lucius had to blink and bite back a rebuke for
walking around the house so carelessly.�
Really, there was no one here who would be bothered by it.� They might be bothered by the blood on his
face, though.

�� I take it
you were successful?� he said, stepping around Draco.

�� You could
say that.�

�� Good.�� He made to walk away, but Draco�s
hand around his arm stopped him.

�� Don�t you
want to taste her?�

�� Lucius paused, considering the question.� Though he had been bitten by Draco, no urge to partake of blood had ever hit him.� The thought didn�t appeal to him as strongly
as other things.� However, Hermione was
his mate.� If there was any blood he
should taste, it was hers.

�� Come on,� Draco said, pulling at his arm with unexpected
strength.� Lucius
allowed himself to be led into the bedroom.

�� At the
sight of Hermione lying sated amongst the bedclothes, his heart sped up.� Merlin, she was beautiful, even with little
twin puncture marks on her thigh.� She
smiled at him.� She appeared to be a bit
dazed.

�� Lucius wondered if Draco had
bitten her during orgasm.� What would
that be like?� It was disconcertingly
pleasurable when he allowed Draco to bite him in the
most normal of circumstances.� To be
bitten during any sex act probably bordered on ecstasy.

�� Lucky Hermione.� He
frowned slightly, bothered by the realization that he was very curious to know
what that felt like.� It just couldn�t
happen.� He and his son shared a mate and
that certainly put them in some very intimate situations, but it wasn�t
appropriate for that intimacy only to be directed at one another.

�� During
those first emerging Veela dreams, he had not just
been involved with Hermione.� He had made
love to (and been loved by) the male also.�
When he didn�t know who it was he was fine with that; as he�d told Draco, he�d been with men and found pleasure and
satisfaction that way, as well.� When he
realized the man in his dreams was his own son everything changed.

�� It wasn�t
right.� It would never be right.� Even if they were truly one another�s mates
as much as they were Hermione�s, he couldn�t bring
himself to touch or look at or have his son in such a way.� It was such a fine line, though, when they
shared a lover.� Their lips and hands and
bodies were bound to cross and he wouldn�t be able to stop himself from feeling
pleasure at that, too.

�� Draco�s dreams must have been different.� They must not have featured sex with his male
mate.� And why not?� He had never been with a male and his mind
couldn�t generate what he didn�t know.

�� Lucius watched as Draco settled
into the bed beside Hermione and rained gentle kisses over her jaw, his hand
caressing her abdomen.� Normally he would
have found the sight quite pleasing.�
However, his mood had taken a very sharp dive.

�� I think I
will leave you two for now,� he said as he made to turn for the door.�

�� What�s the
rush?� Draco murmured, looking up.

�� Yes, Lucius, come to bed,� Hermione agreed.� �I miss you.�

�� I have
things to do,� he sighed.

�� Hermione
eyed him perceptively.� �Is something
wrong?�

�� No.� You two just seemed to be getting on well
enough on your own.�

�� Pouting,
Hermione climbed over Draco and took hold of his
robe.� �Get over here,� she said, almost
scolding.

�� Once again,
Lucius allowed himself to be pulled along.� Hermione tugged him into bed between her and Draco.� She curled
against his side, her leg draped over his hip, and
began to kiss his neck.� He relaxed into
it.� That did feel very good, he had to
admit.

�� He
immediately tensed again when he felt another body press against his other
side.� He should not enjoy the feeling of
Draco�s erection against his thigh, nor the touch of his hand on his chest.� He nearly jumped out of his skin when his
lips pressed just beneath his ear.

�� Lucius squirmed, incredibly uncomfortable.

�� What�s the
matter?� Hermione asked.� She had noticed
his tension.

�� Nothing,�
he lied.� He didn�t know if it would be
hurtful to Draco if he asked him to stop.

�� She
frowned.� �Is it because it�s your
birthday?�

�� Damn it,
how did she know about that?� He had been
so careful not to say anything.� Draco had probably told her.� That wasn�t his trouble, though.

�� No�it�s�I��

�� It�s me,� Draco spoke up.

�� Lucius sagged with relief.�
He understood.� But if he
understood, why was he still so close?

�� What do
you mean?� Hermione asked, perplexed.

�� Our Veela dreams,� he clarified.� �In them, it was like we had two mates.� It wasn�t just that we shared you.� We were with each other, as well.�

�� Ah.�� Her quick eyes fell on Lucius.� The aforementioned wizard was staring in
surprise at his son.� So he had experienced the same dreams�

�� It�s not
right, Draco,� he said softly.

�� If we both
consent, it�s fine,� Draco
shrugged.� �And I�m telling you right now
that I consent.�

�� Just
because we can doesn�t mean we should,� Lucius
protested.

�� Draco�s eyes narrowed.�
In one smooth movement, he rose and swung a leg over his father,
settling across his midsection.� �Listen,
you stubborn old man, you are my mate as much as Hermione is and there is no
point in denying it.�

�� Draco, get off me,� he responded with a glare of annoyance.

�� No.� We�re going to do dirty things to each other
and you�re going to like it.�� He flicked
his hand and soft satin bindings suddenly appeared, snaking around Lucius�s wrists.� �Starting now.� You�re
okay with that, right, Hermione?�

�� Hermione
stared at them.� Was she okay with
that?� Merlin, every time their lips,
tongues, hands, or cocks strayed upon one another, her brain nearly overloaded
with arousal.� She had absolutely no
objection to seeing them do it purposely!

�� I am just
fine with that,� she said breathlessly.

��

�� Lucius watched Draco and Hermione
in disbelief.� This was mutiny.� Experimentally, he tugged at the satin
ropes.� He�d had more experience with
this than they�d ever know and was quite good at slipping from inadequate
binding.� A quick assessment told him
that he could free his left hand, but probably not the right.

�� I had a
very interesting conversation with the portrait in your study,� Draco said suddenly, diverting his attention.

�� What?� With Gertrude?� he asked,
his confusion evident.� Great Aunt
Gertrude was something of a genius with numbers � that was the only reason he�d
put her in there.� Otherwise, she was
frightfully boring.

�� Not that
study.� Your other study, the one you use to brood.�

�� I do not
brood!�

�� Hermione
laughed at that.� The melodious sound
calmed him even though he still wasn�t entirely comfortable with any of this.

�� No, it was
Olivier,� Draco clarified.

�� Oh.� Lucius winced.� He didn�t just go into that study to brood,
as they put it.� Sometimes he went in there
when he needed a release he couldn�t get from his ex-wife or his new
partners.� Even though Olivier was dead,
his voice could still trigger memories that made Lucius�s
toes curl.� Not to mention that the
portrait had absolutely no qualms about talking dirty�

�� Olivier had
been a good friend of his father�s.� He
was a beautiful, calculating, domineering man.�
Lucius was sixteen when he was first cornered
by him.� At that point, he�d been with
women and bore a mild curiosity about men.�
He didn�t remember exactly how Olivier had talked him into bed, but he
was very glad that he did.

�� It was
Olivier that had discovered his propensity to scream when he was pleasured
correctly.� It was also Olivier who had
taught him, with a very strict hand indeed, to pleasure another.� He had to stop thinking about it.� He could already feel the telltale rush of
blood tightening his groin.

�� There had
never been love or any official goodbye.�
After his wedding he�d never heard from him again.� It was probably better that way, for he was
likely the only person who could have tempted Lucius
to cheat on Narcissa.�
Olivier had died a year before his father.� Abraxas had taken a
portrait of him as a memory and more than once Lucius
wondered if Olivier had the exquisite fortune of being lover to two Malfoys � not unlike Hermione.

�� And�what
did Olivier have to say?� Lucius asked with some
trepidation.

�� Draco�s lips curled into a smile.� �Many things.�� He leaned over and reached for his wand.� �Divesto.�

�� Ah, damn
it.� Now he was nude.� This had to stop.� He prepared to slip the bond on his left hand
and wrestle the wand from Draco.� Just at that moment, though, Draco reached over to tighten it.

�� First and
foremost,� he smirked, �he said to make sure the bonds were tight because you were
good at getting out of them.�

�� Lucius felt his cheeks coloring.� Had his every kink been laid out for Draco in explicit detail?�
Wonderful.�
What must his son think of him?

�� Second,� Draco continued, �he said that you really like leather.� I think
I already guessed that one, though.� Accio gloves!�

�� Lucius watched in something akin to horror as his leather
gloves flew from the pockets of the robe he�d been deprived of and into Draco�s hand.� He
made a sound of shock as Draco balled one up and
unceremoniously shoved it into his mouth.�
Merlin�s balls.�
No one had done that to him in a very long time.� The good news was that Draco
did not yet know how to really jam it in there; Lucius
was able to move his tongue and his jaw slightly to combat the discomfort.� Not that he really objected to that
discomfort�

�� His eyes
followed Draco as he slipped the other glove onto his
hand.� He couldn�t help it; his body was
reacting.� He didn�t want it to.� It wasn�t just because it was Draco, though.� He
had never wanted his body to react to
being dominated, but God, it did.� He
did.� It reduced him to incoherency once
he surrendered to it.

�� Draco�s leather-clad hand touched his chin and then slid
slowly down his neck, tickling over his Adam�s apple to settle between his
collarbones.� A rash of goosebumps followed the touch.� Oh, God.�
Oh, God, that felt good.� He had no idea why the texture drove him
insane.� A moment later Draco moved again, stroking and then pinching his left
nipple.

�� A hard,
almost painful throb let him know that his cock was at full attention.� The glove in his mouth stifled the moan.� Already he was having trouble thinking
clearly.� That was a bad sign.

�� Wow,�
Hermione said.� �Olivier was right about
the leather.�

�� Mm.� We�ll have to
get you a leather corset.� Maybe some
boots.�

�� Fucking
hell, they were going to kill him.� Lucius did his best to breathe evenly around the
obstruction in his mouth.� It was obvious
by now that they had planned this after their little conversation with
Olivier.� If this was
their idea of a birthday present�

�� Mmmf!� he groaned around the taste of leather when Draco resumed the attack on his nipples.� He hoped they realized that when a person had
something stuffed in their mouth like this they tended to drool, especially when
they couldn�t fully voice their pleasure.�
Salivation was an expression of that, too.� He probably had a lot to teach them�

�� But he
evidently did not need to teach Draco how to handle a cock.�
Merlin almighty.� His eyes rolled back as he touched him. �His grip was just right.� Firm, but loose enough so that the friction
of the leather didn�t hurt.� He couldn�t
stand it.

�� He lifted
his hips, pressing into that heavenly palm.�
Olivier would have punished him for the disobedience, for moving without
being told to, but Draco wasn�t Olivier and hadn�t
the knowledge to truly dominate him yet.�
Oh, was he really thinking that?�
This couldn�t�oh, fuck, that
felt good!

�� Hermione
watched the transformation that came over Lucius.� His fingers were digging into his palms, the
bonds pulled taut.� A bright sex flush
had crawled up his chest.� He was
breathing heavily, the flexion in his jaw telling her that he was biting
against the glove in his mouth.� His body
was moving in an insatiable plea � a plea for more, more, more.

�� She had
never seen him like this.� He was always
so controlled.� A hot, heavy arousal
coiled in her center.� This was, in a
word, completely erotic.

�� Draco, too, was enthralled.�
The same flush was creeping over his cheeks as he fisted his father�s
cock.� He had seen it countless times,
but never realized how thick and powerful it was until it was in his hand.� He could feel it throbbing even through the
barrier of the glove.

�� That
magnificent cock issued a small, opaque bead of pre-ejaculate as his father
panted and released muffled moans.� Draco wondered what it tasted like.� He had sampled his own several times, licking
it from Hermione�s hand or her lips, and didn�t find the taste offensive.� He was fairly certain that by now he had
cured his father of his hesitation�

�� Boldly, he
let his hand still on his cock and leaned down to lick the salty little pearl
from its ruddy head.� Lucius�s
body twitched and he made a sound that probably would have been a curse had he
been able to speak clearly.� Draco grinned at him, letting the taste settle and permeate
his senses.� It did taste different from
his, but in a way that was enjoyable.

�� Once upon a
time, Draco had been bothered by the implication of
his Veela dreams, too.� It had taken him a while to get over it.� The reality was that he could be stuck with
someone much worse than his father.� His
father was attractive, intelligent, passionate, and vastly more caring than he
let on.� Draco already loved him.� It wasn�t so hard to make the transition to a
new kind of love.

�� Determined,
he looked toward his other mate, the woman who was watching with heavy-lidded,
lust-fogged eyes.

�� Hermione?�

�� Yes?� she
murmured.

�� Will you
teach me how to�?�

�� He had
surrendered.� Oh, how he
surrendered.� It was impossible not to
when Hermione was giving Draco a crash course on
fellatio.� There were two tongues on his
cock, one sliding up each side, tangling in kisses over the head.� Two mouths sucking at the turgid flesh.� Hermione first, then Draco,
a bit slow, a bit hesitant, but good nonetheless.

�� He thought
he would die when the blond head began to rise and fall over his cock.� He couldn�t look � it was too much.� Hermione supervised Draco
for a few moments, giving pointers as he went.�
For a second Draco came up for air.� He licked his lips and then spoke.� �Take the glove out of his mouth.� I want to hear him.�

�� Oh, they
would hear him all right.� Carefully,
Hermione extracted the wrinkled glove from his mouth.� By that point he had begun to drool and she
seemed a little surprised by it.� He
didn�t care in the slightest.� Lucius pulled in great draughts of air to combat the dizzy
buzzing in his head.� To some degree the
minor oxygen deprivation felt good, but he�d had enough.� The timing was impeccable.

�� Hermione leaned
down to kiss him as Draco returned to the task he�d
set himself.� Lucius
kissed her with abandon, purring and groaning into her mouth.� His hands flexed and relaxed restlessly at
the faint sucking sounds that issued from Draco�s
work further down.� Holy
fucking God.� It was so wrong but
it felt so good.

�� Hermione
had moved on to his neck, kissing, sucking, and nipping.� Draco was sucking
harder and gaining speed as he got more comfortable; the slide of his lips and
the wet warmth of his mouth was absolutely
maddening.� Hermione breathed hotly into
his ear.� �Do you like this, Lucius?�

�� Yes,� he
gasped.� �Please don�t stop!�

�� Oh, I
don�t know�you seemed pretty reluctant earlier.�

�� He heard Draco chuckle.� Then
he dared to try to take a bit more of the long, thick cock in his mouth.� When he found that he could do it, albeit
slowly, he groaned softly around his mouthful.

�� Lucius felt his balls tighten.� That
was the sound of man who was enjoying what he was doing.� Somehow that made all the difference with Draco.

�� I guess
you�ve learned your lesson,� Hermione smirked.�
�Next time we want you to come to bed, what will you say?�

�� Yes,� he
moaned.

�� And what
will you do?�

�� C-come to bed!�

�� Very good.�

�� Hermione
descended his body once more, kissing her way down.� Briefly, she tongued and sucked at his cock
with Draco.� Lucius let loose the sounds he could now make fully, the
moans and pleas and curses that would make most anyone blush.� His balls were aching.� He was going to come soon.� He had seen and done a lot of things, but
never had he had two people giving him oral sex at the same time.� He was definitely regretting that.

�� After a
long minute, Hermione moved on, kissing down his swollen shaft and visiting her
exquisite treatment onto his balls.� Once
she was clear, Draco resumed sucking his cock,
shallowly now, with his leather-clad hand rubbing up and down the shaft.� That was going to be his undoing; the rub of
leather felt even better when it was lubricated.

�� His balls
were drawn up so close to his body that Hermione had a hard time sucking each
one into her mouth.� She managed it and Lucius released a feral sound.� His thighs began to quiver.� She touched Draco�s
shoulder.

�� He�s going
to come.�

�� He
understood the implication � that he might want to
save swallowing for when he had gained a little more experience.� He quite agreed.� With one last hard suck and swipe of his
tongue against the weeping slit, Draco pulled
back.� It was a little scary how much
he�d enjoyed that.

�� With a
mystified little shake of his head, Draco stroked his
father�s cock in earnest, the leather and saliva chafing him in what was
evidently a feeling so pleasurable that his voice was rising in an uncontrolled
series of moans.� He was writhing, his
head pressed back into the mattress.� He
was a completely different person from the man that either of them knew.

�� His hips
jerked and the first hot jet of semen burst from his cock.� Along with it, a scream ripped from his
throat.� It made Draco�s
ears ring.� So did the subsequent cries,
torn out of him with each spasm of his completion.� Merlin, he was coming hard!� Draco was a little
envious.

�� He was
still gasping frantically when it let up.�
Draco stared at him in wonder; he�d broken
into a sweat from the exertion of the orgasm.�
He was about to pull away, intent upon stripping the glove from his hand
and cleaning it, when his father�s thighs swiftly clamped around him.

�� Please
fuck me.� I need you to fuck me!�

�� Draco�s mouth fell open.�
He had intended to initiate things with his father, but not to go that
far!� It was one thing to touch and taste
him, but to be inside him�?� He still
wasn�t entirely reconciled with the idea.

�� Please, Draco.� Please!�

�� Merlin, who
was this man?� Olivier had warned that
once Lucius submitted, his proud veneer was
gone.� He wanted to be conquered.� He would beg for it.� Draco had had a
hard time believing that.� Evidently it
was true.

�� I�I don�t
know if I�m ready for that,� he said softly.

�� Lucius hissed and closed his eyes in frustration, but he
unlocked his thighs so that Draco could slip
free.� It had been so bloody long since
he�d had this.� He was mad with the
desire for a good, hard fuck, even if his body was spent.� How he had loved the feeling of Olivier
plowing into him after he broke him down�

�� In the end,
Hermione saved the day.� Thoughtfully,
she stroked Lucius�s cheek and said, �Do you have a
dildo?� A vibrator?� Anything like that?�

�� Yes,� he
breathed.� �In the
bottom drawer of the desk in the second study.�

�� Olivier�s
study?� she asked with some amusement.

�� Don�t
judge me,� was the retort.

�� Hermione
smiled.� �I�ll be right back.�

��

��

�� She had to
shake her head when she went to retrieve it.�
It was�large.� Not ridiculously
so, but more than she would want to accommodate.� It was also very convincingly shaped,
decorated, and texturized.� So much so, in fact, that she felt a little
bit like she was holding a severed penis.�
It even had balls!

�� Most
interestingly, its flesh tone was a warm brown.�
With a raise of her eyebrow she looked up at Olivier�s portrait.� He was smirking knowingly.� With a small chuckle, she noted that his skin
was a beautiful shade of chocolate.

�� She glanced
at the dildo again.� Then, shaking her
head, she turned to floo back upstairs.� She didn�t see how Lucius
could take something of this size, but if he could, she felt heartened at the
prospect of anal sex with him.

�� That was
why she had helped him to lubricate it, and then watched very closely as he
carefully stretched himself with his fingers.�
Draco also watched, but with a little more
trepidation than her.� The transition to
desiring a man was still new to him and this was what took the most getting
used to.�

�� In fact, Draco looked faintly green as Lucius,
with Hermione�s help, began to ease the dildo in. �It was plain that it hurt but Lucius seemed to relish it.�
After a minute or two of adjustment, it slid further, breaching the
querulous ring of muscle and sinking inside him. As he got used to it he asked
Hermione to retie his bindings.� Then,
once he judged himself ready, he had cast what was more or less a thrusting
charm.� Hermione was familiar; she�d used
it often in her vibrator days.

�� Ten minutes
later found Hermione on her back with Draco thrusting
hard between her thighs.� Once he saw
that his father was not in any great misery, his libido had returned
full-force.� At the same time, Lucius was alternating between sucking Hermione�s nipples
and lavishing her with soul-melting kisses.�
Their quick breath matched; he was on all fours, his hands bound at the
wrists, the dildo doing the work that Draco was not
yet ready to.��

�� There was
no substitute for a full-bodied person slamming against him, but using the
dildo while he watched Draco and Hermione was a very
satisfying alternative.� Their sounds of pleasure
mingled with his.� The rub of the faux
cock against his prostate was beginning to revive his tired body.

�� It was
stupid of him to ask to be retied.� He
did like the feeling of restraints, but just at this moment he wanted to reach
down and tease Hermione�s clit.� Well,
she hadn�t tied the bindings very well.�
With a few practiced wriggles and tugs, he escaped them.

�� It was
worth it.� She moaned beautifully as he
teased the swollen nub of flesh in time with Draco�s
thrusts.� Oh, he was definitely fit for a
second round.� There was one thing he
knew would return him to full arousal�

�� One of
you,� he panted, �pull my hair.�

�� And to his
very great delight, they both reached up to do it.
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