So Lady Firemane asked me to translate my stories and I chose this one first. This may be a mistake since it's one of my naughtiest (and my first moresome too). I hope you enjoy Hermione's Samhain as much as she ;D

So this one is called Samhain and it is a Hermione/Adrian/Theo/Marcus ^^ Enjoy !

And please, review! I really want to know your opinion and whether it's worth I bring you other naughty OS ^ ^

"Tomorrow... She will be ours tomorrow." Said the one who seemed to be the leader of the small group that stood shrouded in the darkness..
"Are you sure?" Asked one of the other two men who accompanied him.
"I'm not sure I can hold another year!" Added the third member of their circle.
"Samhain is tomorrow; The night of all nights, the only one where we can claim our mate. She won't resist us..."

Hermione Granger had had the impression of being followed for several months. She could not get rid of this almost constant feeling of being spied on. When she had told her friends she was given different reactions. Ginny told her that she was being nearly paranoid, Lavender told her about a shy lovesick guy and Luna... Luna being Luna told her that given the number of Wrackspurts that had gathered around her lately it wasn't that surprising she reacted that way. She later added that Samhain was approaching and she was perhaps intended for one of the multiple creatures that had a foot in both worlds.

"After all, Samhain is the time for magical and mythical events," she had added.

For Hermione, Samhain was simply the old name of Halloween. She loved the way wizards celebrated it; far from the folklore reserved for Hogwarts' students. Once a year, each and every witch and wizard allowed their deep nature to take over. It was not uncommon to see many couples seek the cover of the thickets, or shadows, to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh. Sometimes, it was triads or more. She had never let her primal instincts take over, but she had often wondered what it would do to act freely, to be carried away by her urges, and whether she would succeed in getting lost in the sweet torture one or several lovers would inflict on her body.

Samhain this year was being held at Malfoy Manor. Hermione had long since made peace with the pureblood family; first with Narcissa and Draco, and then Lucius. The war was over since six years now, and she had become very friendly with them; especially with Astoria, Draco's wife. She knew that the party would be great, and totally luxurious, Narcissa being a great hostess. Hermione was not disappointed. The ballroom in which they all found themselves was beautifully decorated. A thousand leaves littered the ground and crunched without crumbling under the feet, and a multitude of russet veils gave the place a phantasmagorical, and mysterious atmosphere. Golden bats, made of paper and enchanted, were flying here and there, while also being careful to avoid the huge cobwebs skillfully arranged. The huge doors of the place opened onto the garden, a large portion of it had been bewitched, thus preserving the area from the cold that prevailed in that last day of October. The atmosphere was deliciously soft, and conducive to the further exploration in which the many guests would not fail to indulge.

She arrived shortly before ten o'clock. She had chosen to arrive at this time for different reasons; she didn't want to be one of the first, and had to fight against her usual punctuality. She thus took the time to take care of herself; lazing in a scented bath, brushing her curls carefully, choosing alluring underwear, and a vaporous dress which perfectly displayed her luscious and proportionate body. The main reason for this intended delay was she wanted to draw attention to herself. She wanted to taste the joys of lust, and feel that she could cause desire in any man. Although one, or two, or even three had her preferences... She knew they would be here, and hoped with all her heart that one of them succumbs. She would give anything to feel the hands of one of them on her body. To feel Theodore Nott, Adrian Pucey or Marcus Flint.

All were very different, but made any woman drool over them, especially Marcus. Since he had discovered the wonders of magic dentistry, he exuded an aura of masculinity without equal. His black eyes seemed to undress her when he talked to her, and she could not help but hope that this was true. He was all raw power, and many times she had imagined what it would do to be taken against a wall by him. No doubt the man could keep her there with his impressive muscles... Adrian was a Greek god in flesh and bone. Hypnotic green eyes, ashen hair done to perfection, subtle muscles gained through Quidditch, and luscious lips to die for. She could not help but watch them whenever they exchanged small talk; admiring the edge of the upper and the plumpness of the lower, and often kept herself from moaning when he nibbled it. Theo's indigo blue eyes seemed to pierce her soul when she crossed them. She was always attracted by the light hair she saw when his shirt was not buttoned all the way, and even wondered what it looked like under the fabric that imprisoned it, and how far it went down... She was definitely their captive.

Marcus Flint stamped on-the-spot. He was waiting for a single thing, the arrival of his lioness. Their lioness. Just like Malfoy, he had turned his coat at the last moment on the battlefield. He, along with Nott junior and Pucey too, had quickly realized that Potter would win. It was the wrong move though. Some Death Eaters had realized it, and their parting gift had put them in a situation that was difficult to manage. He abhorred the rumor stating that his smile was due to magic. No spell had replaced his teeth; the Transformation did. It was the same for Adrian and Theo. They were his brothers now, and they shared more than their new status. They shared a mate, and they had every right to make her their wife. After all, she had made sure to legalize certain practices; those falling under the control of the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Including the one about soul mates. Their lioness was definitely worthy of them...

Theo was bored. He felt the pheromones that were shamelessly saturating the room, and he knew that this was only the beginning. He was anxious for when his little bookworm would finally arrive, and the game would begin. He had dreamed of it since he had smelt her three years ago. After their transformation Marcus, Adrian and he had to flee, and learn to accept what they had become. They had joined a community deep in Louisiana, and had learned to live as humanoid creatures gifted with magic, and not as average wizards. That was where they had first heard of soul mate. He who had always dreamed of true love had been thrilled, but much more when he learnt it was her. Draco would never really know how grateful he was for the invitation to his wedding. He did not even flinch when his brothers in arms had reacted the same way as his own on seeing her. He didn't mind. The only thing that mattered was that the fiery Gryffindor would soon be theirs. He couldn't wait...

Adrian was the first to see their soul mate. He had had great difficulty to keep his comrades on the right path, to prevent them from taking her away openly, and publicly, even if it was to give her her rightful place. Merlin knew that he himself was more than willing to do so, and had to fight his own urges in addition to theirs. Three long years of restrain, learning to be able to know her without giving in to the urge to sink his teeth into the flesh of her so slender neck, to mark her as an equal. She was their queen, the sovereign they would cherish for eternity. The ancient gods would bless their union, he was sure of that, and Samhain was the only time that would grant them the right to make her the goddess of their night. Their Nyx. He really loved their lioness' look tonight, and enjoyed her curves, so subtly highlighted by the chiffon that enveloped her body. She was a present, their present, and he was so eager to unwrap her by pulling on the cord that held the dress she wore...

Hermione was disappointed. She thought for a moment she would see the men who haunted her dreams, and thoughts. She tried to spot them but they were nowhere to be found. She had walked among the many guests, talking with some, and drinking with others. She had seen many of them go, holding hands, and disappearing behind a curtain or somewhere in the garden. Harry and Ginny; Ron and Lavender; the Patil twins and Blaise; Neville being taken away by Susan and Hannah, or Luna and her explorer... Even Molly and Arthur had vanished, disinhibited by the elf wine and the musky scent of the secret lovemaking. She wanted more than anything to be part of those who gave free rein to their passion. Discouraged, she left the ballroom and wandered, nonetheless following the path to the labyrinth created for the occasion. She plunged into the maze, always keeping one hand on the left of the vegetal wall as she explored. She soon arrived at the center and decided to enjoy the place. She walked to a grove of roses, and sat on the bench that was settled there. Looking at the moon, she wished to share the place with someone...

Theo was the first to go into action. He walked silently up to her, and took the time to look at her. Her eyes were closed and she appeared to be lost in thought. He put a hand to her cheek, caressed it with his thumb, and watched her eyes open, going from surprise to wonder. He reveled in seeing the blood flush her cheeks, and held out his hand to help her up. Then he pinned her against him swiftly, and savored the small cry that escaped her sweet lips.

"I've been looking everywhere for you, sweet Hermione," he whispered.
"No, I... It's..."
"It's been so long since I dreamt to have you in my arms..." He continued, putting his nose against her jugular; inspiring the floral perfume she exuded, and sensing the young woman's erratic heartbeat. "I dreamt of showing you the delights of the flesh," he added, licking her earlobe and smiling when he felt his lioness' legs give way beneath his words.
"Theo..."

He bent his head, and captured her soft lips in a feverish kiss. He would have all the time in the world to be gentle. He had waited too long this moment, and fed on the honeyed lips of his mate. He didn't need to open his eyes to know that Marcus was glued to their promised buttocks and he could feel him spread light kisses, and other tongue flicks on her neck and shoulders.

"So sweet..." He purred.
"Marcus?"
"My lioness is so smart... Theo and I were looking forward finding you alone. You're always so surrounded..."
"But..."
"Patience, my dear... We will help you discover the true meaning of Samhain."

Hermione wondered if she was not asleep and therefore letting her incorrigible and naughty subconscious take possession of her dreams. Theo kissed her full on the lips, and stroked her tongue with his own, while Marcus rubbed his - impressive - erection against her buttocks. Circe! She was so good; caught between two of the finest specimens of the wizarding world. She turned suddenly and stood on her tiptoes so as to reach the mouth of the giant who maintained her by the waist a moment ago. His kisses were even more passionate than Theo's, and she indulged to let him take possession of her mouth. Theo's hands had made their way up to her chest and kneaded with enthusiasm and dexterity at her breasts. She moaned, feeling him pinch the tips of her orbs through the gauze that hid what he coveted. She soon felt a third mouth on her person, and knew Adrian had joined his friends.

"My Goddess," he said reverently, "let us fulfil each one of your desires..."
"Adrian..."
"Let us taste your nectar, and share with you our very essence," he whispered, catching her lower lip between his teeth.

There was something magical in these men, her men, at this precise moment. She felt Adrian untie the cord that held her chaste outfit, and Theo disrobe her, leaving her only in her underwear. She was flooded by their appraising. and longing glances. A wave of chills washed over her, covering her almost naked body. Marcus laid her down with a respect she didn't know he could have on the bed Theo had transfigured from the bench. She looked at them, her hair haloing her face, and watched them bent down one by one and take place strategically around her.

Adrian paid homage to his beloved's feet; moving gradually, tenderly kissing every inch of flesh that was on his way, guided by the scent emanating from her core, and calling to him. He struggled against the nymphly perfume which summoned him to come, and let his taste buds test the flavor. His canines lengthened under this onslaught, and he let them touch the tender skin he explored. He saw that Marcus did the same on the offered belly, and Theo dealing passionately with the roundness of her chest; playing on one with his hand and on the other with his teeth. The sighs that escaped the plump lips of the woman that would shortly be theirs sounded like a sweet melody; a melody of sounds that they alone would know. They would make her forget the few lovers who had had the honor of sharing her bed before...

She had never felt so many emotions at once. Every part of her body was subjected to the same treatment, the same torture. She felt their canines surpass their other teeth and knew what that meant. They had not given her the title of the brightest witch since Rowena herself for nothing. It was not she who had dealt with their case, but their frequent passage in her department meant something. They might have been discreet, but she knew. They were vampires and given the situation, she certainly was their mate. She was drawn from her thoughts when Marcus's mouth took possession of hers, just as Adrian's tongue teased her over her lingerie. 'Sweet Circe' she thought, 'just remove my underwear!' As if he had heard her, the offending piece of cloth was removed while Theo tore her bra.

"I shall offer you others, love... I will cover you with everything your heart desires," he breathed before taking again a breast in his mouth.

Adrian's tongue was doing wonders, and she moaned her appreciation without restraint. His fingers seemed to read her as well as a sculptor working his favorite material. Entering without difficulty into her core, and kneading the flesh which imprisoned his fingers that were shamelessly exploring every corner. She knew she would come soon, the coupled actions of her lovers always taking her a step closer to Avalon.

"Come... Come goddess, come... Let us hear the melody your cries of pleasure are!" Pressed Adrian, leaving her intimacy for a second.

She felt him press the bud on her womanhood and she let herself be overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure that broke out. She was barely halfway when the canines of her lovers pierced her skin; Marcus at the base of her neck, Theo under her left breast, and Adrien at the junction of her thighs and the rest of her body. Her back arched and her ass lifted off the bed under the exquisite torment, making her scream with abandonment; not caring who could hear. She fell back, enjoying their caresses and their tongues passing on each of the brands.

Marcus looked at the expression of pure contentment his goddess had and was proud to have helped his lioness lose touch with reality. He got rid of his clothes with a spell before lying down next to the brunette he would soon possess, and saw his comrades do the same. He was the largest, and he was the one who had the honor of being first welcomed into her soft core.

Theo took Hermione, his sweet Hermione, in his arms and helped her up. He admired her wild halo of hair, and positioned her above Marcus without stopping to kiss her. He savored the sigh she breathed when she impaled herself on his friend's swollen member and positioned himself behind her. He tenderly caressed her buttocks and slid his fingers where Marcus and she rejoined, capturing her arousal in order to prepare her rear entrance. He thanked Marcus who was distracting her with lustful strokes and Adrian of occupying her with anything else.

"Take me, my goddess; let me know the glorious sensation of your mouth enveloping my cock. I want to feel your tongue around me..." hastened to say Adrian, his voice hoarse with desire. "Take me, and taste me, goddess..."

Hermione had the impression of being deliciously decadent; to discover a kinky side of her eager to do what Adrian whispered. Marcus' thrusts and Theo's fingers made her wild with envy and desire to satisfy the one who showed her his glorious cock. She began by exploring the crown surmounting the sex of her lover; enthusiastically enjoying the musky, salty flavor that dripped. She raised a hand, and grabbed the base of his manhood to get a better grip. Adrian was long, as long as Marcus was wide. With a flick of a languid tongue, she caressed the throbbing member, and opened her mouth to receive as much of it as she could. His groans aroused her to the highest degree, as Theo's bites as he was entering slowly. This deluge of sensations was almost too much for her...

Feeling the attention of his goddess turn from his person, Adrian gently pulled away and crouched down beside her. He put his lioness' hand on his cock and wrapped one of his own to help her stroke his length lasciviously. With his other hand he grabbed her mane, and tenderly took possession of her mouth, savoring his own taste on her lips.

Marcus had before him an addictive view. Their witch, his witch, was throwing away her modesty and getting fucked by her three lovers at a time. His thrusts became more powerful when he felt Theo join through the thin wall separating them from each other. He saw Hermione lose her footing, and Adrian take care of her. They were in sync with the needs of their mate, and he thanked Adrian with a gaze when he noticed that his friend had left her chest with free access. Theo had already taken the opportunity, and took one in hand; the one which would have been difficult to reach with Adrian practically in front of it. He raised his hand to the second, and lost no time in pinching and twisting the tip.

Theo was gripped by the clamp of his love's rear. He moved slowly, careful to not hurt her, and distracted his attention with one of her breasts, or else... He saw the hand of his feline mistress come, and go on Adrian, and could hear their joint moans. He knew he would not last long, and that he would not be the only one. They had waited three long years, but their patience had paid off! It was so fucking sweet to move in her, to revel in her moans, and mewls of pleasure. He lifted his unoccupied hand onto his mate's clitoris, and pressed the nub, making slow, circular motions to help her let go.

Hermione had never felt so... full and satisfied. Her lovers' hands were everywhere and were urging her to Avalon. Climax had never been as appealing, and satisfying with her former experiences. The smell of their lovemaking was the essence of their passion: sweet, amber and musky, with a metallic edge. That smell drove her crazy. She undulated her pelvis in order to hurry her lovers, and increased her grip on Adrian's cock. She would not make the journey alone. She swung her head back when they did just that, and Theo increased his play with the knob of flesh that would send her without difficulty to the other side of the mirror.

Her orgasm was brutal. It took her by surprise, and she suddenly tensed around the members who were in her. She did the same with Adrian, and felt his cock throb, and squirt his semen, splashing her forearm and thigh in the process. She feasted on their mutual pleasure as her two other lover spilled their seeds in her. She fell exhausted on Marcus who kissed her temple while Adrian stroked her hair, and Theo peppered her shoulders with kisses. She was happy, fulfilled, and knew she belonged to them, body and soul for the night, and eternity that would follow...

"Mine..." they said together.
"Yes... Yours," she replied.

So? How was it ?

Thanks to the amazing Xelexya who betaed this chapter ^^