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44—Allegro
“I've been waiting for a girl like you to come into my life. I've been waiting for a girl like you, your loving will survive. I've been waiting for someone new to make me feel alive. Yeah, waiting for a girl like you to come into my life.”—Foreigner 
(Lucius)
Grinning smugly, Lucius swiped his dick along the slippery seam of her sex. She hated smug, but he was beyond reproach. He deserved to gloat. At least a little. He’d provided her with something that had actually made her happy—very happy by the feel of things—and that success had left him with a profound sense of satisfaction; it felt as if he’d finally done something right. Something worthy. 
Something worthy of her.
Of course he did other important things, like handling the Malfoy fortune and expanding their wealth, but for some reason investments no longer held the magic they once had. The bank paled in comparison to his new home life, which was a startling revelation for a man who'd spent the majority of his adulthood building his empire in the gold-plated bowels of Gringotts. If he could find some way to merge his interest in finances with his devotion to Severus and Hermione, he’d be thrilled; but those two had the most blasé attitude toward money—it was almost as if it didn't matter to them. Severus wanted for nothing except potions ingredients, and Hermione asked for even less.
But that peculiar selflessness was part of what had drawn him to her. She was a species with which he had no experience, a confusing combination of mystery and forthrightness . . . strong ethics mixed with a smidgen of cunning . . . and enough altruism to choke a Good Samaritan. A rare creature indeed.
Lucius didn’t really understand why she spent her days fighting for the rights of a bunch of beasts she barely knew, but he was in awe of her tenacity. Her ability to find hope in the most dire of circumstances was probably the only reason he stood a chance with her. Where others saw only greed, she saw a spark of generosity. In her eyes he was charitable. And that made him see himself in a new light. Maybe he was generous. He certainly wanted to give her everything he could.
But the more he tried to give her, the more parsimonious she became. All he wanted to do was spoil her, and all she wanted to do was live like a damn monk.
So far he’d found only one way around her frugal fortress. Her ready acceptance of the pleasure he offered gave him hope that he had something valuable to share and that he would get the chance to provide more for her in the future.
But he wasn’t averse to the current currency. If it was kisses and cock she desired, he would make sure she was rich in both before the night was out.
Pressing his forehead to hers, Lucius nudged himself into her buttery folds, smearing his leaking tip over her silken entrance. “Is this what you need, princess?”
Whimpering softly, she nodded, too overcome to speak.
Lucius dragged his engorged head across her swollen clit, shifting it from side to side until her eyelids began to flutter. “I must say, these restraints are wonderfully inspirational. I’ve been picturing you in all sorts of compromising positions this week. But now that I have you hovering an inch above my cock, I can see that my imagination didn’t do you justice.”
A drunken smile curled her lips, and she lifted her head for a kiss.
Lucius met her halfway, gently invading her mouth until she was mewling around his tongue and digging her heels into his lower back in demand of his services. Her royal highness was almost ready. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he drove the length of his cock along her slit, grazing every slippery landmark in his path and teasing her with the promise of what was to come.
When a moan of exquisite desperation rolled from her sweet lips, Lucius leaned back to look into her eyes, where he sought out the gold glimmer that surrounded each pupil. He needed that reassurance of desire before he could take her.
There it was, pulsating even harder than her little clit. His dick leapt high, tapping at her furrow with a manic fervor that struck him as comically importunate. Hermione seemed to find it more cruel than funny, and with a ravenous growl, she locked her legs behind his back and held him captive, her pelvis punishing his teasing by furiously humping the hard plane of his pubic bone. For the sake of his sanity and endurance, Lucius had to rip his hips from hers and take a deep breath. Patience could be a fickle commodity in such a hostile market.
When his cock proved itself capable of some control, Lucius reached down and, holding her gaze, dipped his tip into her sheath. “Are you ready for this, princess?”
“Yeeees!”
Malfoy grinned and pulled out just so he could penetrate that quivering noose of satin fire a second time. “I had no idea interior decorating had such an effect on you.”
Her head darted forward, and in a surprising display of dominance, she caught his lower lip between her teeth. The sharp pinch tugged at his balls, and his hips instinctively lunged forward; but no longer aligned with her opening, he simply slid past and skimmed her arsehole, which drew a sharp hiss of approval from his wicked queen. 
Severus was suddenly there behind her, his hands running along her sides and then brushing over Lucius’s arm with just enough pressure to make every hair on his body stand on end. The smell of him had Malfoy's mouth watering—the musky scent of testosterone mingling with her sweet need, blending together like cream and sugar.
“Did you still want that spank-fucking, Miss Granger?” The dark chocolate baritone of Snape’s inquiry was nothing short of orgasmic.
“Please, sir!”
“Are you sure you’re not too sore?” Snape taunted with a smile, and Lucius felt the thick prod of his ample erection between her legs, slicing along his shaft like freshly forged steel.
Lucius rocked forward, and Hermione moaned incoherently as they crushed her body between theirs. She threw back her head, hitting Snape’s shoulder, and Severus flashed him a conspiratorial smirk before nuzzling her ear with the tip of his nose.
“Do you want more? I could stretch out your tight little bottomhole while Lucius fucks you. Does that sound nice . . . Lucius’s thick cock filling your pussy while I fill your arse?”
“With your fingers?” she asked excitedly.
“Mmmm-hm,” he hummed. “I know how much you love my fingers.”
Her eyelids sank lower as his teeth grazed her ear. “Yesssss,” she hissed. “Pleeeease.”
Severus’s lips spread in a devious smile, and when he met Lucius’s eye, Malfoy saw a glimmer of playfulness there he hadn’t seen in decades. It was an unexpected blast from the past—one that caused a rush of exuberance to coat his stomach like a hot toddy of warm memories.
Leaving his cock to fend for itself, Lucius reached up and grabbed the back of Snape’s head, holding him in place for an impromptu oral ravishment. Severus, ever the cool customer, didn’t seem caught off guard by the attack in the slightest; on the contrary, he returned the kiss with a passion that curled Malfoy’s toes. A whimper of need came from the witch between them, and Lucius groaned as she began to grind against him, causing his cock to sluice though her juice and bounce against Snape’s length.
Severus drew back with a curling grin and, in a low voice, told him, “Draco says he wants to shag her alone on the bed when we’re through.”
Lucius shrugged. “I guess that’s fair. He did win the bet.” If Draco wasn’t smart enough to request first crack at her, that was his problem.
Snape kissed her raised arm and leaned his face against her stretched tricep. “What do you think, should we give her pussy a double shot of Slytherin’s finest . . . or should we give her another bath—a nice cream bath for our Gryffindor princess?
Lucius shook his head. “We just had a bath. It seems a bit redundant to give her another.”
“Totally pointless,” Snape agreed sarcastically. “I guess we’ll just have fill her up. Why don’t you get started while I . . . give her a taste of our speciality.”
Chuckling silently, Lucius nodded. He knew what that meant. Severus was on a mission, training her body to crave a cock in every hole. She’d be addicted to the sensation of double penetration before they ever even suggested it. One day soon, when she begged for them both, they’d combine their talents and show her what she’d been missing.
But what about Draco? Lucius glanced over at his son, who was casually leaning against the foot of the bed and watching the three of them as he slowly stroked himself. He looked fairly calm, which was a surprise considering how he usually looked when he was left out of the action. But this time no pout could be detected. That boy was up to something. It was far too suspicious that, in a room filled with every imaginable kink, his son wanted nothing more salacious than a simple tumble in the sheets.
Lucius’s pondering was derailed by his bound queen, who was attempting to work him into her cunt by shimmying up his trunk like a tree-climbing dendrophiliac. “Eager, aren’t you?” he asked as he slipped a hand between her thighs; Snape’s stiff sword battled his own, and Lucius gave it a conciliatory squeeze before pushing him aside and seating his own head in the heat of her hollow. The urge to plunge into that sauna with one mighty thrust was unbelievably tempting, but he knew better. Hermione didn’t want brutal force; she wanted control. She wanted to feel every inch. 
“You know what I like to hear first,” Malfoy purred against her cheek.
Huffing anxiously, she threw back her head, almost braining Severus with her cranium. “Please fuck me, Lucius. I need your cock sooooooo much.”
Severus stifled a snort and held her head still so he could kiss her temple. “What about my cock? Isn’t he welcome in Hermione’s hideaway?”
“Yessssssss,” she groaned as Lucius slowly penetrated her. “Need you . . . and Draco . . . inside me . . . fucking me.”
Each ingress cut off the flow of her words, spacing her pleas into the seconds between thrusts. Severus held up one hand and Summoned the lube, catching it easily and flipping open the cap in a blur of fingers. His hands disappeared behind her, and Lucius assumed he had cast a silent cleansing spell, because she sucked in a shivery gasp and erupted in an outbreak of gooseflesh.
“Arch that back, little girl. Let me see,” Severus said as he tilted his head sideways to get a good look at her rump.
Whimpering piteously, she flopped her head onto Lucius’s shoulder and arched her lower back, which caused his cock to hit at a new, and rather stimulatory, angle. Lucius swallowed his moan and closed his eyes to center himself. He’d been dying to fuck her since they’d stripped her for the bath, but now that he was inside her—her slick walls grasping at his shaft, the smell of her arousal filling his lungs, the constant prod of Snape’s leaking hard-on tapping his balls—Lucius’s dick had decided to start calling the shots, threatening to overrule his brain’s commands to stay calm. He couldn’t have that. Not now. Not their first night in her new room.
“Look at that arse,” Severus muttered to himself. “Make it dance, Lucius.”
Snickering, Lucius jiggled her glutes, shaking her bouncy bum for Snape’s amusement.
Severus smiled and gave her flank a light smack just above Lucius’s hand. “Spread her wide. I want to make sure she feels this.”
Getting a firm grip on both cheeks, Lucius pulled her open and exposed her dark crevice to the light. She made a noise that sounded like a cross between a guttural cry and choked moan, and Severus flashed him a look that had Lucius on the brink of riotous laughter.
“Such a good girl,” Snape murmured. “Always ready to come for us. Let’s see how much faster you come with two fingers in your naughty hole.”
Hermione sank her teeth into Malfoy’s shoulder, muffling her happy “hmmmmm” as Snape eased into her arse.
Severus must have expected a bigger response, because the ante was upped immediately. “How about three fingers?”
“Uuuuuuunh!”
“Y-e-e-e-s,” Severus chuckled. “You love that, don’t you, little girl?”
Lucius dug his nails into her flesh, desperate to hang on until she came. That was easier said than done now that he could feel Snape’s magic fingers stroking his shaft through the wall of her rectum.
“I think a good girl spanking will be sufficient tonight,” Severus rumbled. “Come as hard as you can. Show Lucius how much you love the way he fucks you.”
He leaned back, giving her bum a loud smack, and every muscle in her body jolted. Lucius buried his face in her hair and closed his eyes in an attempt to rally his concentration and maintain the going rhythm.
Severus continued with a volley of light but quick slaps, at the same time thrusting his fingers even deeper into her arse to tip her toward climax.
The trouble was, it was having the same effect on Lucius. He was hanging on by a thread. If she didn’t come soon, the pressure in his groin would cause irreparable damage.
Lucius saw no option but to go on the offensive. “Come for me, princess,” he whispered in her ear. “I know you’re there. Let me feel that pussy.”
A raspy cry exploded from her lips, and in that same moment, her thighs clamped around his hips. Lucius exhaled harshly as her pussy began to pulse, her inner muscles imprisoning his manhood in their relentless grip. Giving in to her passion, he submitted to the bollock-draining climax he’d been denying himself for hours. 
As the final dregs of seed pulsed from his depths, a sense of relief seeped through his veins, blanketing his body in her warmth. Coming inside her always left him strangely calm. Not just come-calm. Alive calm. Energized. It was hard to explain, even to himself.
Perhaps her pussy held a magic that had yet to be identified.
"Pull out," Snape whispered. "But keep hold of her. She’s got more for us.”
In a post-coital daze, Lucius let his cock slip free and then readjusted his grip on her glowing backside to assist with the transition. There was no need to guess when Snape had successfully breached the tight confines of her sex; her delirious shouting and head-banging tipped him off.
“Look at me, princess.”
Hermione met his eye, her face knitted with agony, as if she were on the verge of tears, except her jaw hung loose and her lower lip trembled with moans rather than misery. Lucius sealed his mouth to hers and ate her wanton shouts as Snape used his advantageous angle to target her g-spot. Every incursion elicited a small shriek that vibrated against Lucius’s lips, rendering her kisses lethally hot.
Apparently Snape was in a hurry, because there seemed to be absolutely no warmup once he was in, just the juttering slam of his cock wracking her pussy like an earthquake. Hermione screamed, and her entire body went rigid as she was pounded to completion. A stream of her arousal splattered Malfoy’s thigh, and he smiled as it trickled down to his knee, marking him with her lust. Fucking hell, that girl knew how to come. The wet squelch of Snape’s thrusting filled the room with crass strains of sexual music, and Lucius’s dwindling prick lifted its head in interest. It knew that song well.
Severus hissed, and as his fucking stuttered to a crawl, he closed his eyes and dropped his face into her hair, his uneven breathing the only indication he was coming. That sweet little chalice of hers was going to be overflowing with holy wine tonight.
When he was wrung dry, Severus kept his face in her hair, but blindly reached around with one hand and cupped her pussy. “Did you give Lucius another bath?”
Hermione groaned tiredly in response.
“Yes, she did. More of a shower though,” Lucius told him.
Severus snorted and raised his head, holding onto her hips as he carefully extracted himself from her limp body. “Nothing like a nice summer rain to round off the evening. Are you all right, Miss Granger?”
Hermione nodded, still trying to catch her breath.
“She’s mine now. Let her go,” Draco said out of nowhere, his voice low and commanding.
Lucius and Severus both turned to him in surprise. What the hell had gotten into that boy? Draco’s grey eyes were fierce with determination, and Lucius was almost proud to see him looking so decisive.
Almost.
Snape caught Lucius’s eye and gave him a sleepy but devilish smirk before shrugging one shoulder. “To the victor go the spoils.”
Allegro—Brisk or rapid in tempo.
“I’ve Been Waiting for a Girl Like You to Come into My Life”—Foreigner. Written by Mick Jones and Lou Gramm. Released in 1981. The song lists at number 80 on "Billboard's Greatest Songs of All Time".
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