Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Quartet	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 128272 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 11
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters/things/places created by J.K. Rowling. I make no money from my fan-fiction.

Chapter List
- 81
- 82
- 83
A/N:I’m still not done with my final run-through of editing/copying/pasting, so I’m gonna need a few days (or more) to get that squared away before I post the epilogue. Be back as soon as I can.
justheretosayhi: I'm happy to hear how much you liked the last chapter :) Hope you like this one just as much <3
82—Coda
“I could light the night up with my soul on fire. I could make the sun shine from pure desire. Let me feel that love come over me. Let me feel how strong it could be. Bring me a higher love.”—Steve Winwood
(Hermione)
Hermione squeaked as Severus dragged her overtop him, his lips finding her mouth before she knew what was happening. Bloody hell, are we rolling? Where are we going?
His tongue swiped at hers, soft but demanding, and Hermione capitulated, too dazed for any kind of struggle. Wait, am I on my back again? Slow down, Severus, I don’t even know which way is up!
Snape drew back with a smirk and passed her to Lucius. “Do you think she has any idea what she’s marrying into?”
“An inkling perhaps,” Lucius laughed, his arms snaking around her back, one hand threading up through her hair. “Should we give her a preview?”
“Just a taste. We don’t want to scare her off now.”
Hermione snickered. “I’ve got a fairly good idea wha—” Oh holy fuck! Without warning, Lucius consumed her, inhaling the very life-breath from her body—lips, teeth, and tongue plundering her mouth like a kid with a Christmas pudding.
She couldn’t breathe. But she wasn’t sure she wanted to, because she was also flying, lost in a weightless tumble of flesh and slick hunger, a heady spin of love and desire flaring through her heart and loins in equal measure. But how could she be flying when Lucius felt so satisfyingly solid against her? Surely he was holding her down. He seemed heavy enough, his thigh flexing between hers, anchoring her pelvis to the bed and, at the same time, causing her to ride even higher in the saddle, a steady canter of undulations that rocked her even more firmly into his kiss.
As he delved into her mouth, his cock hardened against her belly, and he climbed atop her to give it more room to grow. Gradually, almost without her noticing, he shifted into place, his erection suddenly at home, cocooned against the split of her labia. 
Hermione whimpered when he skidded over her slit and the heat of his head traced the wet line of her desire. Everything began to ache—her clit, her entrance, even her cervix—and she swore she could feel him inside even though he continued to rut against the outermost reaches of her sex. Her body knew exactly what kind of stretch he could provide, the blissful ache that would accompany each thrust of his beautifully curved cock, and Muffy demanded he physically fulfill that promise. Immediately.
“Mmmmmm!” Hermione rolled her hips upward and growled when his knob bumped over her swollen nub. “Mmunggh!”
Lucius slid his mouth away, toward her ear, unblocking her airway so she could pant and moan as she pleased—although, ragged gasps were all she could manage.
“Not yet, princess. There’s quite a bit more of you I’d like to taste before we consummate our engagement.” His eyes wandered down her chest. “Quite a bit more.”
He latched on to her neck, his mouth a hot press against her pulse, and a tremulous full-body spasm ricocheted through her musculature, causing her to convulse like a drunken marionette.
“Unh!” 
Hermione turned to Severus for help, but when she looked to her left—accidentally exposing even more of her throat to Lucius’s marauding mouth—she found her favorite Potions master otherwise engaged, his lips to Draco’s ear, whispering Merlin knew what in a growling rumble that seemed to travel straight through the mattress and into her core.
And Draco looked about as brainless as she felt. What the hell was happening over there? What could Severus possibly be saying to . . . oh, sweet Circe, to make Draco that hard. Snape’s huge hand was wrapped around Draco’s erection, his fingers flexing and releasing in a slow pulse. And if she wasn’t mistaken, Draco’s tip looked awfully shiny. Glittering, in fact.
Like father, like son, she mused with a smile, the skin on her thighs already stiff with Lucius’s salty need. “Mmmmmmm.” 
Lucius chuckled against her skin as he kissed his way from her shoulder down to her chest. “Did you like that, love? Or were you attempting to speak?”
She peered down at him, her head swimming, nothing but blond hair and grey eyes everywhere she looked. “Wanna taste you.”
He smirked and cupped her breast in one hand, lifting her nipple to his lips. “All in good time.” Placing a chaste kiss to her puckering nip, his eyes shifted to the side. “Severus?”
The low hum of Snape’s murmured commentary abruptly died. “Mm?”
“Clean her, would you? I want to eat this arse before I make it come.”
Hermione’s head whipped around.
“That does sound enticing,” Severus drawled. “Let’s do everyone just to be on the safe side.”
Hermione keened as a cool finger of minty clean magic zinged through her colon, leaving her insides feeling considerably lighter and far more aroused. How did he do that? Was it an extra flick of the wrist, or did her bum just automatically associate that particular spell with inevitable orgasm?
Muffy, who didn’t seem interested in the logistics at all, released a warning shot of lubrication, and Hermione could swear Lucius heard it. Abandoning her breast, his hand wandered down to her mound, and his middle finger slipped between her lips, pressing against her clit.
Hermione’s hips rose toward his finger, but he stubbornly refused to provide her with any friction. The more she moved, the more his finger remained in exactly the same place. Her clit didn’t seem to care. It throbbed and expanded and generally ignored all the rules of cliteracy, possibly egged on by the tug of suction surrounding her right nipple.
Draco whimpered, and Hermione instinctively reached out to help him, only realizing after the fact that he’d probably just been analized by Snape’s enema charm. Surprisingly though, her hand plowed into an arm that hadn’t been there before, and when she peeked through her fluttering lashes, she saw Draco on his hands and knees, bent over Snape’s lap, his face just above her own.
His lower lip had gone slack from panting, and his eyes were almost closed, too overwhelmed for the stimulation of sight. She knew by his face that Severus had breached his arse with at least one finger—maybe even two.
“Kiss me,” Hermione whispered, her body rising toward him as if her head had been filled with helium. “Catch me.”
She didn’t even know what that meant, but as soon as his lips crashed into hers, she understood.
“Uuuuuuuuuuunnnnh!” Screaming into his mouth, Hermione jolted as the pressure in her clit unfolded into the sweetest release imaginable.
Due to the lack of movement, the pleasure didn’t peak and fall away; it just . . .  evolved—as if it would never stop, the beat of it as natural as her own pulse. Oh gods, had the never-ending orgasm returned?
Thankfully, after several deep breaths, the compulsive spasms began to fade, averting sensorial madness, but she could still feel the electric tingle jumping through her vaginal tract and curling around her clit like a low grade current.
Lucius released her tit with a loud pop, and when he raised his head, his hair skimmed her belly in a silken kiss. “Did you just come in two minutes flat, or was that a particularly violent warmup dance?”
Draco broke their kiss with a heady smirk, already knowing the answer.
“That was,” she informed him, “a bloody amazing orgasm—well done.”
“I wasn’t even moving!” Lucius exclaimed. “I wanted you to wait till I got in your arse!”
Too winded to laugh, Hermione sputtered out a giggle. “This pussy waits for no man.”
Severus snorted. “It did when I tied you open in the playroom.”
“Barely,” she scoffed.
That got him laughing a lot harder. “What are we going to do with such a lustful little bride-to-be, Lucius? She’s bound to ride us raw before our first anniversary.”
“Surely between the three of us, we can keep her satisfied,” Lucius answered, already kissing a path down her stomach, brushing his lips back and forth over her ribs before dipping his tongue into her bellybutton. “Mmm. I have a cock, ten fingers, a tongue, and two lips that would all have to be paralyzed before I considered myself sexually incapacitated.”
“Amen to that,” Severus chuckled. “What about you, Draco? Are you feeling . . . incapacitated?”
Draco’s eyes had rolled back in his head, and Hermione wondered what exactly Severus was doing to him.
“Please,” Draco choked out, his lip quivering.
“Please, what?” Severus said darkly.
“Please, sir! May I come?”
“Not just yet,” Severus replied, obviously easing up on whatever he’d been doing. “Why don’t you have a taste of Hermione’s tits. Don’t they look lovely bouncing around like that?”
Hermione blushed, unable to keep still with Lucius rooting around in her bush. His nose wouldn’t stop nudging at her nubbin, and every time he sniffed her, the resulting breeze made her spring a new leak.
Draco grunted in agreement and dropped to his elbows so his face hovered above her left breast. Extending his tongue, he began to swirl around her areola, each swipe hot and slick—and sloooow, as if he were savoring her flavor.
“Stay right there,” Severus murmured. He pulled his legs free and climbed out of his spot, leaving Draco arse-up on the bed.
Hermione lost sight of him for a moment, but then he reappeared behind Draco, his eyes on Draco’s arse. Or possibly his bollocks. Or his cock. Hermione had been privy to the view many times before and knew there was a lot to see. The ticking twitch of his hard-on could be particularly hypnotic.
“Oh, this is . . .” Severus reverently smoothed his palm over one cheek. “I see now I should have been bending you over the tub this past week. Those bubbles have been hiding far too much.” 
Spreading him open with both hands, Severus tipped his head to the side for a better angle. Draco shivered.
“Perfect,” Severus declared with a happy hiss. “Let’s see if we can’t make it even more so. Have you been a good boy today?”
Draco hummed an “mm-hm” around her nipple—which combined with Lucius’s kitten kisses, got Hermione rather wet, even wetter she’d been after coming. Which was saying a lot. Lucius could be in danger of drowning.
“Hmmm,” Severus murmured. “I know you were. I’ve been keeping a close eye on you all day.” 
His hand rose, and Hermione’s eyes widened.
SMACK!
Hermione yelped, but Draco only gasped, his mouth falling open and losing her nipple.
Everyone else stopped what they were doing to stare at her—but Severus was the first to speak.
“Do you have an energetic link to Draco’s sensations now, or was that just an empathetic response to someone else's spanking?”
Unsure, Hermione smiled. “I think it was more shock. And awe,” she added. “I don’t usually get to see what you’re doing when I’m in Draco’s place. You’re quite sexy when you’re being stern.”
Lucius snickered into her muff and used two fingers to spread her labia. “I think she just creamed herself, Severus. Give him an even dozen, and let’s see if she comes again.”
“Yeeees,” Severus purred with a leering grin. “She probably would. But I’m afraid Draco might as well.”
Lucius twisted his head to look up at Snape. “Perhaps he should.”
Snape’s smile grew even wider, and he nodded thoughtfully, his gaze drifting back and forth between Hermione and Draco. “You’re absolutely right. Hermione will want him to last once he’s in place.”
In place? Why did it sound as though they’d been collaborating on a plan? Had she missed an important meeting somewhere along the way?
“If you make it to twelve, Draco, I’ll reward you handsomely,” Severus announced. “Do you think you can take them all as hard as that first one?”
“Yes, sir.”
Gods, Hermione wished she had a mirror!
Lucius prodded her thighs and growled into her mound, “Pull your knees up for me, princess. Let me see everything.”
Hermione drew her knees to her chest, but she made sure to leave enough room for Draco to make his move—when he finally came back down to earth and remembered her tit was right there for the taking.
Using both hands, Lucius parted her and leaned in, but instead of partaking in her glistening sex, he dropped his chin and went straight for her arse.
Hermione bleated in surprise and grabbed hold of Draco’s arm, positive she was going to levitate off the bed.
Lucius lashed at her anus, flickering around her opening, tasting all she had to offer. Galloping gorgons! That man’s tongue should come with a warning label! And what the hell had gotten into him? One would think he was starving for her arse.
“Suck her, Draco. I know you love that nipple. I expect you to keep it in your mouth until I reach twelve.”
Draco descended, latching on, then mumbled an “Mm!” to indicate he was ready to proceed.
“Excellent. Now stick out that arse . . . good boy.” Smack! “One.”
Draco and Hermione both jumped at the sound, but instead of a stinging slap, Hermione felt her bum pulse, pulling at Lucius’s tongue, clambering for more.
“Two.” Smack!
Hermione’s body began to quiver, a steady vibration deep in her core. Clasping at Draco’s head, she fought to stabilize her equilibrium. The room seemed awfully tilty.
“Three.” Smack!
Draco moaned into her chest, and the vibration grew. Fuck, she really was going to come again.
“Four.” Smack!
“Ah!” She rocked into Lucius’s tongue, desperate to get him deeper. If her body insisted on flinging her right back into the fray, she wanted to make every hit count.
“Five.” Smack! 
“Mmm!” Draco grunted, the suction around her tit increasing with each strike.
“Six.” Smack!
Hermione went still. The power that had gathered in her pussy felt enormous, as if it might rip her in two.
“Seven.” Smack!
The tip of Lucius’s nose nuzzled at her vaginal opening, and she bore down around his tongue, her body involuntarily flexing. Oh gods!
“Eight.” Smack!
The pressure snapped, and Hermione shouted as she came, all propriety obliterated by a tidal wave of blinding, white-hot pleasure.
“Nine,” Severus said through his snickering. Smack! “Don’t let her influence you, Draco. You’re almost there.”
The high-pitched ringing in Hermione’s ears was so loud she could scarcely hear him.
“Ten.” Smack!
Hermione couldn’t stop riding Lucius’s face. That tongue was just too damned decadent. And getting licked while watching a spanking proved to be the cherry on top of the sexual sundae.
“Eleven.” Smack!
Her hand went limp and dropped to Draco’s shoulder . . . then down his arm to the bed; but she had no intention of just lying there, lost in a lazy stupor.
Slipping her palm beneath his chest, Hermione slithered along Draco’s torso and, when she felt the damp prow of his erection, grabbed hold.
“Twelve.” Smack! “Good boy,” Severus declared, sounding genuinely impressed. “You made it. I’m going to have to give you an extra special reward for making it through all that.”
Hermione’s brow quirked as Snape bent down and disappeared behind Draco’s bum. What did he have up his sleeve? 
While she couldn’t exactly see, she had a pretty damn good idea what was happening when Draco popped up and let loose a growly howl of astonishment. Apparently Lucius wasn’t the only one keen to invade the dark side of the moon that evening.
Hermione smiled as Draco’s knob pulsed in her fist, his cock spilling over her fingers like warm milk. MMmmm! Fresh magic, straight from the source.
Muffled by Draco’s bum, Snape’s voice sounded almost lethargic, thick and slow like molasses. “You were planning on sharing that, weren’t you?” Severus rumbled, his hand closing over hers.
“Perhaps,” she said lightly. “I thought I might sweeten my kiss with a little Quartet cream, let you taste it on my tongue.”
Severus canted his head to the left so he could see around Draco’s hip. “And what if I prefer to eat it out of your arse,” he replied nonchalantly. “Lucius doesn’t get to have all the fun, you know.”
Hermione’s body temperature shot up about twenty degrees, her chest flushing with an unexpected fever. “You want to eat my bum? But you never . . .”
She didn’t know how to finish that sentence. As he’d just done Draco, she couldn’t claim he never did it. But he’d only ever licked her there once before, and it had been more of an exploratory taste rather than a full-on tongue fucking. She’d always assumed it wasn’t his cup of tea.
“I never what?” he asked with a predatory smile, letting go of her wrist so he could drag Draco off to the side and crawl closer. “I never told you how much I love your sweet little bottom?”
“No,” she laughed, “you made that abundantly clear. But Draco begs to eat my arse—you seem more interested in fucking it.”
“Severus Snape doesn’t beg to eat anyone’s arse,” he said, onyx eyes locked on hers. “He tastes whatever flesh appeals to him in any given moment and, more importantly, gives his partner what he or she needs most. Tell me . . . during which of our many couplings would you have preferred my tongue in your arse rather than my cock?”
Hermione brought her hand to her face and licked a drop of Draco’s cum from the tip of her index finger, buying a few seconds before answering. 
The truth was she fantasized about Snape breaking down her office door in the middle of the day and demanding a buggery break; spending an entire day impaled on his cock didn’t seem excessive in the slightest. “I didn’t know I had an option. Is it always an either/or situation?”
“You would have preferred both?” he ventured.
“Do you not know me at all?”
Severus laughed and leaned in, catching her arm before she could lick another finger. “So the next time you beg to have your arse pounded, I should simply ignore your pleas, no matter how loud and . . . graphic?”
“I didn’t say—”
Thrusting her hand to the side, Severus silenced her with a kiss—the kind she loved: hot and heavy on the outside but deceptively patient on the inside.
When he pulled back, he had that look in his eye that said she’d be getting one hell of a workout the next time they decided to use the playroom. But then he smiled, which layered atop the previous look, seemed a touch sinister.
“I know what you said. And I know my little girl likes to work hard for the biggest prizes. You don’t really think I’ve exposed you to my entire repertoire of rewards, do you?”
Merlin’s balls! What would she have to do to reach the top tier in that incentive plan? “I hadn’t thought about it. But . . . if I’m a good girl the next time we play, will you bugger me with your tongue till I come all over your face?”
His lips twitched. “We’ll see.”
Lucius brushed her clit to get her attention. “What about the next time you play with me? Was my performance not worth a comparable reward?”
“Did you have something in mind?” Hermione asked, grinning at him through the gap in her open thighs.
Lucius licked his lips and started to rise. “I was thinking we could add a new game to our lineup—I call it Hermione’s Horny Honeymoon.”
“Sounds fun,” she laughed. “How do you play?”
Settling back on his knees, Lucius peered down at her, idly stroking the skin of her inner thighs with a look of adoration. “It involves a white veil and me carrying you over the threshold.”
Severus motioned to him with one finger, and Lucius pushed back her legs as if it had been some kind of universal signal for assistance.
“Will I be wearing a white dress?” Hermione asked, watching as Severus forced her creamed hand down between her legs.
“Hardly. I was thinking just some heels—perhaps a pair of sheer white knickers.”
“So it’s to be a church wedding then?”
Draco snorted into the pillows and raised his head so he could see over Severus. “Can I play Honeymoon too, or is this going to a private affair?”
“We can all play,” Lucius said easily. “Hermione needs the practice.”
Severus and Lucius scraped Draco’s jizz from her fingers and smeared it along her slit, coating her front to back as if they were caulking her crack. And somebody was making sure her clit got thoroughly covered; there were too many fingers to guess who was doing what—but it felt like Lucius.
Hermione swallowed hard, breathing heavier the deeper their fingers delved. “What happens after you carry me in? Do you take me to the bed and deflower me with lusty abandon?”
They all snickered, but that might have been because of her romance novel wording more than the virginal aspect.
“Not at all,” Lucius said, gesturing at Snape to come see their masterpiece. “Deflowerings require patience and romance. There would be champagne and rose petals, and we’d spend at least an hour kissing every inch of your luscious . . . newlywed . . . body.”
Lucius moved out of Snape’s way, sliding into the space next to her—and as Severus vacated his spot, Draco took his place, so she was bracketed by Malfoys. Draco’s body had warmed to a simmering boil, and when she wove her fingers through his, he leaned in and singed her hip with the ruby tip of his branding iron. Sweet Merlin! Was he already hard again?
Sinking to his side, Lucius kept ahold of her knee, spreading her wide for Snape, who was crouched at her nether regions with a rather comical smile plastered across his face.
Draco’s other hand slid beneath her breast, and he jiggled it lightly, as if testing its weight in his palm. “What else happens during Hermione’s Horny Honeymoon? Will it just be a free-for-all after the romance and kissing?”
Lucius shook his head. “We make love to her as slowly as possible; you know how nervous new brides can be. It should take us several hours to work our way through all these hallowed apertures.” 
His finger traced over her mouth, and when he skimmed her teeth, she smiled and nipped him.
“But before we do any of that,” Lucius purred, lowering his lips to her ear, “Hermione has to put on the diamond ring I got her. It’s in the wall safe in my office, so it shouldn’t take but a moment to—”
“Lucius!” she exclaimed, gaping at him in disbelief. “You already got me a ring. And it’s MORE than enough!”
“Nonsense,” he objected with a dramatic toss of his head. “Proper engagement rings are diamond, and Lucius Malfoy provides only the best for his intended.”
“Then I expect Severus will look positively dashing in his diamond engagement ring.”
Lucius grinned. “No doubt he will.”
He looked so delighted by the prospect, Hermione couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re such a romant—Aaaaa!” All the breath left her body as Snape’s tongue snaked up her bum in the most unexpected invasion imaginable.
Severus went at her arse like a dark angel, tearing apart her sanity with what felt like the devil’s forked tongue. He did only have one tongue, didn’t he? How the hell could he be in so many places at once? Was oral bi-location a thing?
“Sev—uuuunhhhhh!”
Draco’s laugh felt hot and breathy against her shoulder, but she couldn’t hear a note of it over the pounding in her ears. Lucius took her other hand, squeezing it hard as she clamped her thighs around Snape’s head and began to bridge toward his mouth.
It felt as if she were outside her body, watching as she rode his face, her feet digging into his back in an attempt to improve her leverage. Surely she should stop and give him some air. Except, when she tried to relax her legs, nothing happened. Her entire torso remained rigid with tension, and if she had to guess, she’d say she was being held there by a force outside her own power. Was it one of them, or had the Quartet energy taken over her body?
Despite the rough ride, Severus didn’t seem put out. He didn’t even seem surprised. The exhalations that puffed over her sex were steady and deep, not strained in the slightest.
And then he shoved his nose into her cunt, and she knew he’d been planning the whole thing. That sneaky . . . 
“Aaaaaaaauuuuunnnnghhh!”
A zipping current of climactic fire ripped through her body like lightning. Everything from her toes to the tips of her hair lit up, her body erupting in a blazing sparkle of buzzy heat. Her eyes remained open, but she saw nothing, only white, a white so bright it should have blinded her.
Then she felt Snape’s hands at her lower back, holding her in mid-air, and she sank into his palms. Lucius’s solid strength braced her on one side, and the warm pressure of Draco’s chest buttressed her left arm, his free hand over her heart.
They all caught her when she fell, her muscles giving in to exhaustion before her pussy consented to let her rest.
“Bloody hell,” Draco muttered, his hand still pressed to her heart. “What was that?”
Severus pulled back with a small gasp. “Fuck, love! A little warning next time.”
“Did anyone else feel that?” Lucius asked, almost whispering.
“Yes!” Draco and Severus both said in unison.
“What the hell did you just do to us?” Lucius muttered. “It felt like . . .”
“A shock,” Draco interjected. “But . . . sort of an emotional one.”
“I think my tongue is numb,” Severus said, pinching it with two fingers. 
“My cock certainly isn’t,” Lucius said under his breath. “Did you just jump-start my genitals?”
Hermione looked back and forth between them all, but she was too dazed to come up with any answers. She didn’t know what had happened any more than they did.
Severus wiped at his face, looking a bit lost, but his gaze wandered over Lucius and then Hermione and then Draco, and Hermione could swear he was trembling by the time he reached the end of the lineup.
“I want you,” he growled, his hand dropping to his cock, clamping it in a white-knuckled fist.
Lucius nodded. “Which one of us are you talking to?”
“All of you,” Severus rasped.
And with that, he pounced, targeting Lucius first, snogging him like a man possessed, all teeth and tongue, not so much kissing as battering.
Merlin’s balls! They weren’t drawing blood, were they? How rough did they get when she wasn’t around?
Severus pulled back, panting hard, his eyes never leaving Lucius’s. “You know what I want, don’t you?”
Lucius nodded, a snarl of desire on his lips.
“I have to fuck Hermione first.”
Lucius nodded again and raked his nails up Snape’s side. “I understand.”
Lowering his lips to Malfoy’s, Severus spoke in his softest whisper, but Hermione could hear him as if he were speaking directly in her ear.
“I love you, Lucius. Tell me if this is too much for you. I don’t want you to be jealous.”
“I’ll be fine,” Lucius whispered back. “I’m not jealous, I promise. But don’t think for a second I’m not getting my turn tomorrow. I can be generous, but I’m certainly no saint.”
Severus smiled and kissed him again. “Duly noted.”
“Go on. Everyone’s waiting. And you’re not the only one dying to fuck our little princess.”
They both looked over at her, and Hermione felt a frisson of heat roll through her pelvis.
“She’ll be our queen soon,” Severus said as he slid from between Lucius’s legs. Kneeling at her hips, he scooped his hands beneath her bum and pulled her against his groin, the heavy column of his cock thumping against her like a heartbeat. “Are you ready to sit atop the throne, your majesty?”
“Is that my scepter you’ve got there?”
Smirking, he tapped the tip against her clit. “It is. And Lucius has your Crown Jewels.”
“What about me?” Draco asked, sounding a bit left out.
Snape’s eyes shifted to the side, and a flare of raw desire shot through his gaze. “You’re the prince consort—but for now you’re mine . . . and I want you up here, now.”
It took Draco only a second to process the demand, and then he was on his knees next to Snape, his body quaking with anticipation.
Severus gripped Draco’s face in one hand and dragged him in for the hungriest snog Hermione had ever witnessed—what he’d done to Lucius looked tame by comparison. Draco made a noise of surprise, but if the state of his erection was anything to go by, the manhandling was more than welcome. 
Her pussy and heart were just as enthusiastic. Was it possible to have a love orgasm? She was pretty sure both her pericardium and clitoris were about to burst with equal fervidity.
Severus ripped his lips away with a growl, jet black eyes dark as night. “Stay.” His gaze scanned the length of Draco’s body. “I want you close.”
Draco remained perfectly still—except for his Adam’s apple, which bobbed as he visibly swallowed.
Steering with one hand, Severus guided himself to Hermione’s entrance, and she whimpered as he pushed into her with one strong thrust and began to fuck her at an oddly lifted angle, the blood rushing to her head.
“Uuuuuhhhh!”
“Yes!” he breathed. “That’s my girl. You’re ready to come on me, aren’t you?” Leaning back ever so slightly, he peered down at their joined bodies. “Look at that clit. It just can’t get enough. And this . . .” He went even deeper, tapping at her cervix with the blunt curve of his enormous glans. “This part of you wants to come even more, doesn’t it?”
Hermione’s eyes widened as a flinty spark of ecstasy spread through her core like liquid gold, each incursion painting her insides in aureate pleasure. “Unh!”
“Mmmmm, that’s what I thought. Come for me, my love. Show me how wet you can get the bed; I want to hear your pussy scream.”
Lucius’s hand closed over her breast, catching her nipple, and Hermione began to shiver, right on the edge, as if nipple tweakage could turn her on like a light switch. What the hell was happening? If instantaneous orgasms were what the Quartet energy intended, she was all for the boost, but she didn't think the guys would take kindly to the concept of coming at the drop of a hat. Maybe the energy would work differently for them. Maybe it would make them multi-orgasmic like her. Hell, Draco was already halfway there, his refractory time faster than a teenager.
Even now, so soon after coming, he was harder than advanced arithmancy, his erection jabbing Snape in the hip, ready to go again.
And the pale temptation of rutting Potions master must have been too much for him to withstand, because Draco bent down with a hungry grunt and pressed his lips to Snape’s right pectoral, pink tongue flashing as he worked his way across Snape’s scarred chest in a fevered attack. 
Severus groaned, and his eyes rolled back, but he never lost his rhythm. Thrust after thrust rent her in two with abject joy, rattling her brain so thoroughly she couldn’t see straight.
But she could see well enough to watch all her Snaco dreams coming true right before her eyes. Holy Harpies! How had she ever lived without seeing this before?
Apparently, Severus was pretty fond of it himself, because he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes from Draco’s blond head. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Keep going. I know what you’re after.”
There was a pause, and Draco dropped, his mouth covering the base of Snape’s cock, eager tongue lapping her cream from his tool. The sounds of sucking rang through the room, and Hermione almost screamed when her clit got caught in the crossfire.
“Ah . . . I . . . UNH!” Marvelous. Her brain had been scrambled.
“What was that, princess?” Lucius flattened her nipple between his fingers, his rich rumble rolling across her temple. “Did you need something?”
She looked at him, barely comprehending his question.
“Oh-h-h,” he chuckled. “Yes, you do. Let’s see if this helps.”
His mouth closed over hers, and Hermione shuddered as a ripple of soft warmth reverberated down her spine and pooled in her tailbone like glittery starlight. It felt as if all the planets had aligned, and a celestial beacon of transcendent magic pointed straight to her pussy.
Hermione keened, and the cry bounced off the roof of Lucius’s mouth, echoing back at her and vaporizing what was left of her logic in a supersonic soundwave. “Uuuuuuuuunnnnnh!”
A flower of relief bloomed inside her, red and vivid with rapture, and Hermione watched in wonder as it unfolded and and then shattered into a million pieces, its petals and pollen blasting her in a succulent explosion.
Severus hissed and fucked her even harder—but as soon as her pelvic muscles succumbed to exhaustion and she exhaled her last sigh, he yanked himself free and grabbed at Draco’s head, fingers carding through his flaxen hair in a not-so-subtle attempt to steer him south. But Draco didn’t need any guidance; he was on that leviathan like a Niffler on gold. Severus grunted and braced a hand on the bed, arching up into Draco’s mouth with utter abandon. 
Hermione stared. She couldn’t tell who had the upper hand. Draco looked as though he wanted to tackle Snape and suck him dry, and Severus might have been one moan away from pinning Draco down and fucking his face through the mattress. Either option sounded appealing to her.
“No,” Severus whispered with a raw hiss. “This isn’t . . .  what I . . .” He gripped Draco’s hair in a tight fist and dragged him off his cock. “Dammit!”
Draco panted up at him, “Come in my mouth! You know I want it.”
Perturbed, Severus growled, his lip curling. Quick as a flash, he pushed Draco back and after a brief flurry of grappling, he was on top of him. “What did we just fucking discuss?”
It must have been a rhetorical question, because Severus kissed him then, roughly cutting off all verbal communication.
“Why don’t you roll over, love,” Lucius drawled. “My altruistic patience has finally met its limits. Your arse is mine, and I refuse to wait a second longer.”
Tearing her eyes from the spectacle before her, Hermione turned to Lucius with a sleepy smile. “You’re going to bugger me?”
He smirked. “I’d like to. If you have another suggestion, I’m willing to hear you out.”
“No, no, no! I love it when you’re in my arse.”
“You love it when any of us are in your arse.”
“True,” she laughed. “But I like the way you do it. It’s very . . . animal. It might be the most animalistic thing you do to me.”
“Is me being more animalistic a goal I was unaware of?”
“No. I just like to see you acting on your most basic instincts. It’s such a departure from your usual refinement.”
His grey eyes sparkled with hungry light. “I thought you liked my refinement.”
“I do,” she assured him, “but I also like knowing I can make you forget about all that.”
A smile spread across his face, and he nodded as if he understood. “You do. More than you’ll ever know.”
“I love you so much, Lucius. I can’t wait to make you forget yourself for the rest of your life.”
A layer of shine made his eyes appear overly bright for a few moments, but his mirthful laugh dispelled any threat of tears. “That might be the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. I hope I can make you forget yourself as much as possible too.”
“You already do everything you can for me. For all of us really. You’re the most amazing husband, and we’re not even married yet.”
That made him smile—and blush. Just as she knew it would. Being the ultimate provider and partner mattered greatly to Lucius, and getting married encapsulated the very essence of his instincts. They were his tribe, and he reveled in having them all under one roof, safely wrapped in his protection. Narcissa had been right about family meaning everything to Lucius. He needed people depending on him, loving him; it brought out his better nature. And Hermione liked to lean on him; it brought out her softer nature and gave her the chance to relax. The were perfect for one another.
“Thank you, love. Now please, for the love of Merlin, turn over and stick out your arse. My dick’s harder than damn diamond, and I have a feeling he’s not going to rest until I meet his list of demands.”
Grinning broadly, Hermione rolled to her side—which gave her a great view of Draco and Snape—and arched her back toward Lucius. “How’s that?”
He huffed out a grunt and held on with both hands. “Magnificent, I assure you,” he muttered. “Don’t move. I’ll get the lube.”
Hermione ignored his directive and wiggled in excitement. She honestly did love the way he buggered her, and one of the biggest reasons why was his ardent sensuality. But a close second was the part that came directly after the lubing. The grand entrance. Lucius had a way of mounting her that made her feel strangely dominated and free. The ultimate sexual conundrum.
“That’s it,” Lucius laughed, popping open the lid. “Nice and still. I do love a challenge.” Palming her cheek in one hand, he spread her open, cool air wafting into her deepest recesses. “Mmmmmm. Lovely. I must get a portrait of you like this painted for the playroom wall.”
Hermione’s face went hot, but she couldn’t help smiling. Trust Lucius to find the most artistic way to bring about her surrender.
A single slippery finger touched the top of her crack, and Hermione moaned as he slid it slowly down to her pucker. Pressing lightly, he eased right in, and as soon as he was inside, Muffy went mad, clenching and pulsing as if she were coming but without the sensational peak.
“Yessss,” Lucius hissed, a second finger joining the first and twisting in a slick corkscrew.
“Mmm!”
“Just one more finger, love. I want to make sure you’re ready.”
Hermione clutched the bedspread, panting heavily as he stretched her open. Draco made a similar noise, and she forced her eyes to focus so she could see what as going on.
It looked as though Severus had found out just how much Draco liked being restrained. Both Draco’s wrists were pinned above his head in one of Snape’s huge hands, while down below, Severus had him in a tight knob-lock. The snogging still raged on, perhaps not as violently, but with no less passion, and Hermione could tell by the way their muscles stood out in high relief that they were both riding a tightrope of sexual tension.
Severus lifted his head and looked into Draco’s eyes, both of them breathing hard, cheeks flushed. 
“Are you ready to be my good boy?” he growled.
Unable to speak, Draco nodded.
“Go lie down facing Hermione.”
Draco nodded again, and as soon as Snape let him go, Draco scuttled into place, easing up to Hermione and stretching out on his side so they were heart to heart.
Hermione smiled when she saw how big his pupils had gone. “Hey there, sweetness. Having a nice night?”
Too far gone to answer, Draco flashed her a wobbly smile.
Hermione reached up to stroke his cheek, watching Snape from the corner of her eye. “You’re very hard,” she whispered against his lips and then gave him a light kiss. “Is Severus going to make you come?”
Instead of replying, he butted her with his damp glans and whimpered pitifully.
“Here we go,” Lucius murmured behind her. “Nice and easy, princess.”
The warm head of his greased cock brushed against her buttocks, and Hermione froze, wanting nothing more than for him to finally fill her. Lucius positioned himself between her cheeks, and once he’d gotten lined up, he moved in close so his chest pressed against her back, the heat of his body firm and strong.
She wanted to throw herself backwards and embed her bum on his lance, but her body remained immobile, waiting for him to make the first move.
Grunting into her hair, he pressed forward, and her sphincter opened as if he’d said the magic word. Without any hesitation or pause, he smoothly filled her, and he didn't stop until she’d taken his entire length.
“Unh!” Her arse spasmed around him, shocked but loving the ache of deep pressure that flared in her bowels. “Yes! Fuck me,” she panted. “Please, Lucius!”
“All in good time,” Lucius replied, trying to sound calm.
Severus settled in behind Draco, the jar of lube in one hand, his expression intense. “Put your leg over Hermione’s hip. Kiss her all you like, but no humping.”
A distressed squawk erupted from Draco’s chest, but he did as he was told, and Hermione hooked her hand under his thigh to help him get into place. What was happening? She’d had her hopes set on some kind of oral action—but due to their positions, that seemed unlikely.
Then she realized ‘Snape has a jar of lube in his hand!’
“Is Severus about to fuck your arse?” she whispered against Draco’s mouth. “Right here—right now? For the the first time ever?”
Draco’s lips twitched, and he opened his mouth to answer, but when no sound came out, he shut it and simply nodded again.
Certain her eyes were about to bug out of her head, Hermione goggled at him—more turned on than she could comprehend. Could a person pass out from anticipation, because she could swear the room had gone fuzzy around the edges. 
Draco’s eyes fluttered closed, and Hermione’s gaze darted to Snape, whose aura, like Draco’s, was pulsating with a rainbow of colors. Had Severus ever touched Draco’s arse before? She didn’t know what they got up to when she wasn’t around. Was he using just one finger, or was he going for two straight away? She usually teased Draco for a bit before she inserted anything, but Severus didn’t appear to be in a teasing mood.
Lucius rested his hand on her ribs and picked up the pace ever so slightly, his cock like silk in her arse. She moaned and gripped Draco’s shoulder, but wanting to make sure Lucius knew he was the source of her delight, she slipped one foot backwards, snaking around his ankle, and brushed her toe against his sole. 
Lucius puffed out a breathy chuckle. “Don’t you come yet, princess. Wait for Draco and Severus.”
Oh gods! She definitely wanted to wait for Draco and Severus. She wanted to come all over the two of them. She wanted to mark the milestone with the biggest, wettest, loudest orgasm ever.
Did you hear that, Muffy? We’re going for distance not speed. Give Draco a chance to catch up. I have a feeling it won’t take long.
Draco winced and took a deep breath, his mouth falling slack in an O of surprise.
Gah! What was happening? Three fingers? Four? Or was Draco just tighter than normal because he was scared? The way Severus was positioned made it hard to tell if he was even using his fingers. He could be going for the gold without her even knowing.
Hermione kissed Draco’s upper lip and gave him an encouraging smile. “Are you nervous?” she whispered. “You can hold my hand if you like. Or I could summon Colonel Brandon. He’s good to have when you’re scared. I usually tear at his ear, but he doesn’t mind if you have to bite him and scream into his fur.”
Draco’s brow had drawn into a knitted frown, his face wrinkled with confusion. “Who the hell is Colonel Brandon?”
“He’s the bear Daddy gave me to hold when I get nervous in the playroom.”
“Ah,” Draco said, his eyebrows flying in the opposite direction, disappearing beneath his hair. “Fuzzy ears do sound pretty sweet right about now. But I’m not sure that’ll stop my heart attack. Does Colonel Brandon happen to come with a flask of Firewhisky?”
Snickering, Hermione shook her head. “Sorry. Just fur.”
Lucius let go of her and gave Draco’s shoulder an encouraging pat. “Don’t worry,” he said evenly, although he must have been struck by the poignancy of their physical contact. “Severus knows what he’s doing. He’s not going to hurt you.”
Draco’s eyes fell to his arm as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
“Lucius is right,” Hermione murmured. “Severus has never hurt me . . . except when I asked for it. You’re safe with him. I know it’s hard, but just try to relax and let him take care of everything.”
Lucius made a noise of agreement and released Draco’s arm, going back to their previous arrangement with a silent exhalation of relief. Hermione could tell he wanted to help, but it was hard to do that during an orgy with one’s son without getting weird. Still, it was touching to see him overlook his own discomfort to make the effort. It gave her hope that one day he might be able to do more—like hug Draco without grimacing. Slow and steady wins the race.
“What else does Severus do to you when he’s your daddy?” Draco whispered, a cheeky little smirk of curiosity lighting his face.
“Oh, you know,” she said, trying not to blush, “just . . . ‘little’ stuff. Cute clothes . . . cuddling . . .”
“Horsey rides,” Snape muttered. “Creative utilization of the changing table.”
Draco’s brow quirked with interest. “So that’s what that is. What does he change on . . . ? Ooooh!”
Closing her eyes, Hermione hid the best she could, her face flaming hot.
“You dirty girl,” he sputtered, sounding delighted. “I always knew you were up to something extra kinky in there. I’m playing with you two from now on. My imagination obviously isn’t up to snuff. I need visuals.”
She smiled, peeking out at him through one eye. “I bet Daddy would take care of both of us if we asked. But I should warn you, he really likes to tire you out before nap time. You might not be able to walk when we’re through.”
“I’m afraid I’m not going to be able to walk fifteen minutes from now,” Draco said under his breath. “My left leg is already numb, and I don’t think he’s even started yet.”
Severus gave her a sly look over Draco’s shoulder. “Would you like me to stop?”
“No!”
“I thought not,” Severus said smugly. “And you can unclench now; I’m in. Nothing’s ruptured.”
“You’re in?” Draco repeated as if he didn’t understand the words. “That was your cock! Fucking hell! I thought you were trying to shove your whole damn arm up my arse!”
“It would have gone faster if you had relaxed when I told you to.”
“Yeah well, It’s hard to relax when you’re being piked on a tree trunk!”
Snape smiled and moved in closer, spooning Draco’s back and kissing his head. “Next time I’ll give you a nice long spanking beforehand. That always gets Hermione to loosen up. Doesn’t it, baby?”
“Mm-hm,” she purred. “As long as I’m not in trouble. Then I’m too sad to relax.”
Severus reached over Draco to stroke her face. “Always my sweet angel. Are you ready to come again, love? Draco needs some of your brave fire mojo to get him through the night.”
“I’m beyond ready, Daddy.”
“Do you feel Draco leaking all over your stomach? Is he ready to come as well?”
“Yeeeees. He’s so hard.”
“Then you’d better put him in your pussy so the two of you can come together. I don’t like to see any of that juicy magic going to waste.”
She couldn’t believe it. An all-Malfoy double-penetration that would end with her basted in blond buttercream icing? Was it her birthday? 
Hermione whined impatiently as she curled her hips and guided Draco to her entrance. In in in! Noooow! 
The muscles of Draco’s jaw bulged, and she could sense him biting back a slew of unmanly whimpers. Pressing her lips to his, she gave him an outlet for any unorthodox sound effects.
And it was good she did, because when Snape started to thrust, Draco had quite a lot to say on the matter. None of it intelligible. Hermione knew just how he felt. She’d been in his place once, and it was difficult to articulate when every organ was being rearranged to a driving beat like an anal acid trip.
Although, Hermione wasn’t too lucid herself at the moment. Being filled with Malfoys turned out to be far more overwhelming than she could have ever predicted. If she’d be asked beforehand, she would have dismissed the idea as a walk in the park—after all, she’d had Snape and Lucius in there less than twenty-four hours earlier. If a witch could handle those two, she could handle anything.
But what no one had told her, and what she had never realized, was that Draco’s cock carried with it a sizable padding of emotional girth. Just as she could feel Lucius’s solid power and strength coursing through his manhood like throbbing granite, she could sense Draco’s feelings surrounding his already generous proportions with what felt like an ocean’s worth of pounding emotional surf. The sensation could only be described as heart-shatteringly intense. And disorienting. 
They were all so much more than they appeared.
Draco began to shake; the vibrations rattling her inside and out. Her pussy trembled in response, but it felt too powerful, too consuming to attribute to anything other than her own inner force. The fire in her wanted out.
All she needed was a little oxygen to help it burn.
“Touch me, Severus. Please!”
Severus skimmed her chest with his knuckles and, wedging his hand between her and Draco, scissored her nipple between his fingers. A surge of tingling energy shot downward, deep into her belly, all the way to her sex, where it wrapped itself around Lucius’s granite and Draco’s ocean, blending them all into a swirling vortex of elemental dynamism. She wanted to scream, to shout out a warning, but the only sound that passed her lips was a weak gasp that didn’t have enough oomph to echo in the cavern of Draco’s gobsmacked maw. All the energy that might have gone into her wail of completion rebounded back into her body, and the reverberation smashed through the last of her boundaries like a Reducto on steroids.
She lost herself again, just as she had out in the storm, her body disappearing, yet she could still feel everything—the waves of ecstasy, the pleasure, the love they all shared. But none of that registered. All thought had been obliterated, and in its absence she found the most delicious freedom, an open endless sky of expansion. She wasn’t Hermione. She was HermioneLuciusSeverusDraco, all of them together . . . but more. She was the space that held them and the manifestation within it, the endless peace and possibility of nothingness but also everything that could ever be. She had no beginning and no end, for she had no physical form to tie her to the mercurial hands of time. She simply was . . . without even trying. Surrender at it’s finest.
But as soon as she realized how free she was, she found herself back in her body, which startled her, as she’d been unaware of her surroundings for an indeterminate length of time and wasn’t prepared for the sensory bombardment of four simultaneous elemental orgasms. Lucius’s thick cock pulsated in her arse, and she could feel the warm spurt of his seed filling her tract like honey. Lucius and Severus both grunted in unison, each of Snape’s huffs ruffling Draco’s blond hair like a windstorm. And Draco . . .
Draco was shouting against her mouth, his screams so loud her molars rang, and she could feel the hard strain of his cock inside her, rolling out a release that lapped against her like waves against the shore.
When he ran out of air, his cries died on her tongue, and Hermione pulled back to see his face. She loved watching the three of them just after they came. It seemed to be the only time any of them were truly themselves. Her moment of zen.
“Look at me,” she whispered. “Let me see you, love.”
Draco blinked open his eyes, and Hermione inhaled sharply. The grey of his irises undulated and shone like a sea of liquid mercury, as smooth and flowing as quicksilver. It lasted only a few seconds, but Hermione knew she hadn’t been imagining it.
Draco was changing, just as she had. Which meant they all had the capacity, and in time, Lucius and Severus would merge with their elements completely, becoming even more powerful, more themselves.
Bursting into a bright smile, Hermione pecked Draco’s lips.
Draco groaned and blinked groggily, his eyelids already sinking, but he smiled at her and breathed out a knackered sigh.
“Are you sleepy, love?”
“Mm,” he mumbled, eyes closing.
“Me too.” She reached over Draco to touch Severus. “We can spend one night out of our usual spots, can’t we? Stuck together just like this?”
Severus grunted in agreement, equally drained and ready for bed. Coming usually wiped the boys out, but this time she could literally feel their energy winding down and going into hibernation, the regenerative phase beginning.
Wiggling back into Lucius, she got more comfortable, and he burrowed his face into the nape of her neck with a happy growl.
“G’night,” he slurred. “Love you, Hermione Granger-Snape-Malfoy.”
“Love you,” she whispered, not wanting to wake them. They would need their rest. Especially Draco. Trance dreams could be tricky. “Love all of you.”
She drifted off, locked in their arms, wondering what color Lucius’s eyes would become. And Snape . . . all that deep dark black. What would she see there when the magic took him?
She had an entire lifetime to find out.
And for the first time ever, she was excited to not have an exact answer. Discovery with the Quartet would be her greatest adventure.
Coda—the coda is a passage that brings a piece of music to an end.
“Higher Love” by Steve Winwood. Written by Steve Winwood and Will Jennings. Released in 1986. The female vocals are done by Chaka Kahn.
“Higher Love” was Winwood’s first number-one hit.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=5bcSoHoJh0c
- 81
- 82
- 83
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Quartet