Draco's eyes must have been the size of quaffles, or at least that's how it felt as he surveyed the room. Steely irises fluttered around the room as the heady scent of Veela pheromones and sweat took over his senses. This place was supposed to be sacred, a Veela homage, not a fucking sex club. His parents had spoken of its beauty; surely this was not what they had meant. His hand in his front trouser pocket moved to reposition his rapidly hardening cock through the thin material, hoping to conceal the effects the lust-filled air was having on his body. He was forced to come to Les Champs D'accouplement but he would be damned if he let his biology dictate how he felt.
His free hand lifted to his collar and he carefully worked to loosen more buttons of his oxford. His shirt had suddenly felt too tight, like it was constricting the blood from flowing properly to his brain. Beyond that it was sweltering in here, and although he could not be certain, he had a feeling that it was not because of the air conditioning being turned off. The amount of Veela scent in the air was making it almost noxious. His internal temperature seemed to skyrocket as a result. The Veela blush he had worked so hard to keep from his cheeks since passing through the gates this afternoon returned with a fever that had already begun to reach its winding tendrils down his neck. His adam's apple bobbed as he audibly gulped, and he cast his eyes to the floor before beginning to move down the steps leading into the sunken room.
From his vantage point only moments before, he could spot his concierge, Alister, in the middle of the room, his golden hair almost glittering in the low light like some obnoxious golden griffin in a sea of flesh. Draco tried his best to keep his self-imposed blinders up as he wound his way across the room, careful to avoid disrupting any of the participants of the Couplage occuring around him.
"What the bloody hell is going on in here?" Draco hissed as he approached his concierge, who had claimed the lap of some brunette. It was only then, in the low light, that he could make out the iridescent shimmer of two healed puncture wounds on Alister's neck that seemed to match a set on the olive skin of the brunette he was sitting upon. Draco knew instantly what that meant, for his own parents bore a similar mark. They were bound. Two mates who had found one another and claimed each other as their other half.
Alister smirked, knowing full well the wizard had not been expecting the scene surrounding him when he entered the tent. For coming from the Malfoy line of Veela, Alister had to admit Draco seemed at odds with his heritage and was quite surprised the wizard had not done an ounce of research into what coming here meant. His own parents had bonded on these hallowed grounds after meeting by happenstance at school. Surely he had to have been curious as a boy at one point to look into what it meant. Alister shrugged at Draco, his fingers carding through his mate's clipped russet locks, letting soft hair slip betwixt his fingers. "Clearly not board games," the concierge teased.
Draco's jaw set at Alister's sarcastic reply, his hands coming to rest on the back of the couch he stood in front and he leaned over the furniture, drawing himself closer toward the blonde. "No shit? You mean to tell me Exploding Snap's newest addition does not include shoving your cock in someone's mouth?" he questioned as he lifted his hand to gesture towards a couple to the right of the seating area Alister and his mate had claimed.
A man with short clipped curls and dark skin was lounging back on a plush velvet chaise lounge, his hands behind his neck and legs spread wide so his feet touched the floor on either side of the furniture, while a beautiful redhead with alabaster skin busied herself between his parted thighs. Her lips were thinned, stretch wide to accommodate the girth of the man's cock as she bobbed her head in his lap, the length of his cock disappearing and reappearing like some sort of parlor trick, considering the size of the man's equipment. There was no possible way she could do it without the aid of a little Muscle Relaxing spell, Draco was certain of that.
Alister glanced over to the couple before back to Draco, and all sense of torturing the snippy man vanished when he noticed the distress in his steely eyes. He'd always had a soft spot for the lost and hopeless; perhaps that was his curse, but he liked to think of it as a calling. "Christ, you're utterly hopeless. Aren't you?" the American laughed, patting his lover's arm until the brunette loosened his hold. Alister slipped from his lap to sit in the open seat next to him and he gestured to the empty couch Draco was leaning over. "So you really have no idea what's going on?"
Taking the cue, Draco moved around the couch and sat across from Alister and his mate. His legs crossed over one another at the knee as he settled into the uncomfortable couch, his hands folding in his lap in hopes of hiding his blatant erection that throbbed through his trousers. What's going on? Well, Draco might not be an expert of Veela customs, but it was pretty fucking obvious what was happening. "Well, clearly it's some sort of sex club."
"What?" Alister questioned through laughter, his brows shooting up to his hairline in near disbelief. "This...This isn't a sex club, Mr. Malfoy."
"Really? Because from what I can see it looks like a giant fucking orgy," Draco replied flatly as he removed the cufflinks from the cuffs of his shirt and tucked them into his pocket before he began to roll his sleeves up his arms as the heat began to overtake him once again.
"Well… I mean, I suppose you could call it that but technically speaking an orgy, by definition, is when everyone is fucking each other as a large group. We clearly have defined couples around the room who pose no interest in sharing their partners," Alister explained. "We like to think of this as a way for the unbound to release some of their energy in a safe, productive environment… and with a partner who can take the uh…force of their Veela magic. But don't worry, we save the orgies for Friday nights if that is your interest," he teased, winking playfully at him.
"Force of their Veela magic?" Draco repeated, lifting a thin brow to the American as he ignored his playful banter. Now was not the time to joke. This consuming sexual energy was overpowering, surely Alister felt it too? Or perhaps he had grown accustomed to its presence since he worked here. Draco could only assume that he had to be somewhat immune to by now, or else Alister would have to walk around in a constant state of arousal.
"Yes… Excuse me for being frank, but have you had a sexual partner before Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco's mind came to a screeching halt at the question and he nearly sputtered before breaking into a condescending laughter. "Are you fucking kidding? Of course I have. What kind of a stupid question is that? I've shagged several witches, not that it's any of your business," Draco spat, straightening his spine as he smoothed out his shirt at the asinine question.
"Well, then surely you understand the type of precautions you had to take in order to ensure your partner was not harmed," Alister said, carefully folding his hands over his crossed legs, not giving in to Draco's clipped tone that seemed to beg to be argued with.
Draco shifted on the couch. He was far from a prude, but retelling his sexual experiences with a complete stranger was not something he was keen on doing under any sort of circumstances, and certainly not when trapped in a room while surrounded by Veela mating. "Yes, there is some self-restraint, but certainly not something that was uncontrollable."
"Wouldn't it be nice though… To not have to hold back?" Alister pressed. "To really, truly, give in to your urges and ravish your partner thoroughly? To not fear harming them?"
Draco let his eyes drift away from Alister, turning his attention to the couple to their left as a means of avoiding answering the question, because if forced, he would agree. It would be nice not to have to hold back, to not have to worry about if he was too rough, or too quick. To not worry about slipping into a frenzy each time shagged, or worry about how if he did not find a woman to grace his bed after a while then he would crave it more. Like a man in a desert seeking water to quench his thirst, he knew deep down that the countless witches he'd been with were bandaids over an axe wound. He needed his mate.
Pushing away those thoughts, his eyes came to land on a couple he had seen earlier as Alister led him to his cottage. A beautiful olive-skinned brunette, with legs that seemed to go on for kilometers and short clipped hair, and a petite blonde with full round breasts and full lips. The brunette was sitting in an armchair, her long lean legs draped over each arm. Between her parted thighs the petite blonde kneeled on the soft floor, her head blocking his view of what he could only assume was an absolutely sopping wet pussy based off the way the brunette writhed and moaned. Her back arched off the couch like it was on fire, pushing her small perky breasts into the air. Her nipples were dark and erect, begging to be sampled.
Draco's eyes ran the plains of her stomach down to the blond between her thighs, and he let them drop to the blonde's round bottom. A little smaller than he generally preferred, but he could see the appeal. It was then the blonde moved, her mouth lifting from the brunette's mons, earning a loud whimper in neglect from the brunette. The blonde's hand stroked her lover's thighs as soft words seemed soothe her need. Slowly the blonde's hands made their way up the brunette's thighs in soft teasing strokes until they reached the apex. Gently parting her lover's folds with her thumb and index finger, she exposed the glistening, dusty pink pussy to the room. Draco inhaled sharply, his cock throbbing in response as he watched with held breath as the blonde carefully teased the brunette's clit, swirling her index finger around her pleasure center until she was a trembling mess. Index and middle finger moved in unison, dropping slowly to stroke against her core, which seemed to be spasming with a feeble attempt to drag the fingers inside. The brunette was almost delirious with need, her head lulled back, fingers curled into the arms of the chair to the point where Draco was sure she was clawing holes in the furniture. His teeth bit into his bottom lip, and he watched as the blonde slowly eased her fingers into her lover's cunt. A slow and steady pace was set; it was clearly not a sprint for these ladies. No, this marathon they had just begun was something the blonde intended on dragging out for her lover.
"So… everyone who is with a partner is bonded?" Draco finally asked, glancing away from the women and back over to Alister when the display became too much to handle. If his cock was going to get any harder the damn thing might snap in two. Uncrossing his legs, he provided his cock the much-needed breathing room and he reached down to adjust himself, no longer caring who saw.
"Hardly, most of them are just…" Alister lifted his purple eyes toward the ceiling as he tried to find the right words he wanted to convey. People were here to find their mate, to be around others like themselves, but that did not mean they couldn't enjoy life until they happened upon their other half, right? "...living in the moment, I suppose."
Living in the moment? What sort of crap was that? This wasn't a cheesy romance novel his mother read, this was his fucking life. He had been forced to come here for two weeks under the pretense of finding his mate. If he had wanted to find a room full of deviant persons, he could have just spent the night in London. "Isn't the point of this supposed to be finding your mate?"
Alister laughed, glancing to his own mate to give him a look of 'this fucking guy' before looking back to Draco, purple eyes dancing with amusement. "Of course it is. That is why Les Champs D'accouplement came to be. But that doesn't mean you cannot have fun while you wait. Look, Mr. Malfoy, I understand this is more than you were expecting-"
"You can say that again," Draco murmured under his breath.
"-but I think you might find your mandated two week stay more enjoyable if you tried to relax a bit. Why don't you go explore the tent, see if you come across something you like. At least, have a drink. The bar is on the far wall." Alister lifted a hand to gesture to their left before reaching behind his head to pull his golden hair free from the confines of the black elastic band.
A drink didn't sound half bad, Draco had to admit. Especially since the temperature in the room had felt like it was as a slow and steady incline since he had entered. He looked away from Alister, glancing back to the two women he had watched earlier as he debated making his way through the room to find where the supposed bar lay.
The brunette was close; her thighs trembled, dancing on the edge of the furniture as she fought the involuntary need to contract every muscle in her body. The blonde's pace had picked up since he had looked away earlier. Her fingers pumped quickly and the thumb of her other hand strummed against her clit in time with her pace. Draco watched as the brunette finally tumbled over the edge. Her painted toes curling, her body shaking and her head fell back. She looked like she had never felt release so powerful. And just when he thought he'd seen it all, his eyes were drawn to the blonde, who continue to coax her fingers though the brunettes folds as her essence dripped out of her lips in a stream.
"Fuck this," Draco muttered. Pushing up from the couch his hand rose to brush through his platinum hair. This was too much, the sound, the smell, it was over powering his senses and what little self control he had clung to was quickly slipping away. As he moved towards the back of the tent, he carefully dodged the seating areas, his eyes glued to the far wall as the noises of couples making love-or just fucking-deafened the world around him. The string music he had heard earlier seemed lost in the moans and wails of passion.
The unbearable heat had overtaken his senses by the time he found the bar. His fingers lifted to loosen three more buttons on his shirt, leaving it closed from the bottom of his sternum down to where the shirt was tucked into his trousers. The air was stifling in here, thick with Veela scent and sweat. Surely somewhere in this fucking tent there had to be a bleeding window. He was going to be sure to seek that out once he'd poured himself a nice stiff drink to help him through the night.
Draco beelined his path to the bartop, and as he reached for a tumbler on the corner of the table something hit him. It felt like he had just slammed into the goal post on the Quidditch pitch at full speed. All of the air immediately evacuated his lungs and he clutched the table for support as his legs gave way. Steely eyes shut tight until the initial impact faded and a gasping breath was taken, but instead of the thick pheromone-filled air he had breathed only moments ago, his lungs filled with a new scent. Spring, a fresh meadow, wildflowers, and something decidedly musky. Like an oak-aged fine wine. His mouth instantly began to water, and as his eyes slowly opened, pupils blown wide with desire, only one thought rang through his brain. It drowned the thoughts he had of leaving immediately. His mate… they were here.
Gaining his footing, Draco's head whipped around the room as he tried to discern the exact location this intoxicating smell was wafting from. He could feel his pulse beat fast and hard, from the tips of his toes to the top of his head he felt alive, ready to claim whoever this mate might be. Male, female, at this point the gender of them did not matter because there was only one goal in mind. He had to find this person and make them his. He needed to bury his cock into them until his seed claimed the inside of their body like his mouth and bite would claim the outside.
In the back corner of the room, several feet from where Draco stood was an alcove. Sashes of the deepest purple and silver hid the view of who lay inside, but Draco knew immediately his mate lay in there, beyond the soft silks, waiting for him. Abandoning his original plan of a drink he moved quickly and determinedly to the alcove, his hand pushing through the fabric as he slipped into inside.
His mate's scent was nearly overpowering in here; the air, thick, heady and pungent. Their fertility on display. An uncontrollable growl left the back of his throat as he drank in the scent like a greedy man, thirsty for more before he'd even had a taste. He shouldered past a nearly naked man who was standing near the edge of a small ledge. It appeared the recess that his mate was in sunk into the floor; only a single step was needed until a soft carpeting turned into a thick pillow-like mattress.
And there, in the middle of the mattress his mate. She did not need to utter a word to him for him to know she was his. Her entire being was made for him, he knew this instantly. She was laying on her back, her legs bent at the knee and thighs parted to make room for a thick witch who was happily burying her tongue in her cunt. At her full breasts, a man who lapped at her beautifully pink nipples. He seemed to be alternating between sucking on them and nibbling, causing her to arch and whimper in response. Her arms were wound around one more person, a dark skinned man whose hands roamed across the soft expanse of her abdomen, feeling his way over her as their mouths locked in a passionate kiss.
Draco watched for a moment, drunk off the sight of his mate being worshipped by three other people. The way she rolled her hips against the woman's mouth, riding her tongue as if it was a cock, aching to let it reach deeper into her slick folds. The way her breasts heaved with each shaky breath she took as her moans filled the alcove like a siren's song. The way her hand snaked across the dark skinned man's body until it reached between his legs to grab the wizard's cock, and her small fist began to pump up and down his shaft, her thumb sweeping across the weeping tip as she brought pleasure to the man and suddenly, it was as if Draco snapped from his stupor.
This was his mate, HIS other half and these people… these people would never be able to give to her what she deserved. The pleasure, or the devotion. She was his, and they… they needed to leave. His fists clenched at his side, his short nails digging into palms as he set his jaw, and just as his mouth opened to tell them to leave, his mate's mouth broke away from the man's. Her head pressed back into the pillowed mattress as she climaxed, her entire body trembling with built up energy that seemed to overflow out of her. He could feel the tidal wave of pleasure exude from her body, and he wasn't certain if it was just him, or everyone else could feel it too, because they all seem to cease their worship of her body as she rode out the wave of her pleasure.
Draco should have been scared just by the fact alone, but it seemed lost on him as his eyes landed on her face. He'd grown up with her since they were eleven years old, and while thirteen years can change so much about a person, he would recognize her anywhere. Hermione Granger. His fucking mate was Hermione Granger. His stomach clenched, and he gulped down the feelings of lust to make way for confusion. There was no fucking way this could be. She was… she was a Muggleborn! How could she even fucking be here, let alone be his mate? No, this couldn't be.
Draco took a step back, his loafers sinking against the soft carpeting as he began to make his retreat. There was no possible way she was his match! They had spent years in that drafty castle together in the highlands and there was never a draw. Beyond that their past was not that of old friends. No, there was no way this match was going to fit, but it was then Hermione's eyes opened.
Big, beautiful chocolate brown, so rich it was as if he could pour them over ice cream and eat them. Her pupils were still blown wide with insatiable desire that burned down to her core. The people pleasuring her would never be able to snuff that fire, she had to know this. It was only he who would be able to reach those depth within her soul. Her nose twitched ever so slightly, causing the softest of wrinkles before her head rolled across the mattress and those big chocolate eyes were on him. Instead of fear, or apprehension, all he could see was longing so clearly etched upon her face that his heart nearly stopped beating. And it was in that moment, what felt like two seconds after he had decided to flee, that Draco knew there was no fighting this.