My bad for any typos or errors but I don't get paid for this and you aint gotta read it. meh.
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Tribeca
Blaise Zabini appeared at precisely seven o'clock to retrieve Hermione from Mimi Devilla's home. The latter is clothed in a gorgeous emerald silk dress that billowed around her subtle curves gracefully before ending towards the checkered floor. The top portion held a deep plunge that ended near her freckled sternum and tastefully showed her small breast. She finished the dramatic look with subtle makeup and natural curls that hung to her waist in unruly swirls of caramel brown and vibrant golds. The witch looked simply exquisite, and Zabini was going to make sure he buried his length inside the woman before the night's end. He slowly gave her a once-over licking his lips and enjoying the Gryffindor's ill attempts at remaining level-headed through the sexual tension.
" Miss Granger, may I say you pull off the colors of my house perfectly. Please give your aunt my gratitude for delivering such a delectable vision.", He extends his arm with a raised eyebrow and Hermione takes it with a proud look of the ill design. Zabini had to admit she was brave. Hermione Granger was never one to back down from a challenge, a feat the Italian wizard learned long ago in Hogwart's classrooms.
" Thank you Zabini, I must admit I was going to charm the gown crimson to be patriotic; however, my eccentric aunt just left for Fashion Week giving me no time... You look quite handsome yourself, though I'm sure you already knew this."
Zabini smiles, and Hermione found herself growing accustomed to the handsome pureblood's arrogant behavior. It fit the dark-skinned wizard as well as his custom tailored suits.
" Do not for a second think that I have forgotten about your thievery today, you may have caught me off guard earlier, but I will be retrieving my personal property before the night's end.", her cheeks pinken as the man chuckles at her fire.
" Let's see how tonight ends; if you are a good girl, I may agree to your demands and return your muggle pleasuring device. Now, let's get going, Malfoy can be very impatient, and I'd rather not lose another valuable clock to his impracticality."
Zabini finds her wide eyes and speechlessness adorable as she tried to figure out a scathing reply to his raunchy response. The wizard chuckles as he apparated from the Tribeca District. Two things were of certain quality tonight; Hermione Granger was going to be theirs, and she was going to be quite a fun to condition into his perfect little slut.
Manhattan
Blaise Zabini led Hermione through a contemporary looking mansion in the lures of a New York Penthouse. The entire structure was an even balance of industrial metals and precious woods. They passed high arched hallways and walls that held paintings of extraordinary value. Hermione suddenly stalls her steps as she noticed a particular depiction of disturbing quality. She broke away from Zabini's grasp and walked towards the painting in awe.
" This is a Salvador Dali painting," she murmurs as she took in the gruesome faces and treacherous snakes in wonder. Blaise appears behind Hermione and nods his head in silent observation.
"Yes Miss Granger, how very astute of you. This piece is called Faces of War. Dali is my favorite muggle artist; I enjoy his play on Surrealism", murmurs Zabini as he observed the muggleborns delight in viewing the piece. She turns around with bright eyes.
"I enjoy his play on Surrealism as well. However, I find I enjoy Romanticism art, especially Henry Fuseli. I like how he portrays suffering and intense emotions through macabre scenes. A Gryffindor through and through I presume", Her cheeks pinken at Zabini's dark amusement. She bites her lips before turning back towards the painting with flushed skin. The wizard made Hermione feel like a form of art herself, the way he observed her every move in a precise calculation that left her wondering what was on his mysterious mind.
" I didn't think you would enjoy the complexity of muggle art Zabini.", She murmurs as she feels his intense aura cloak her wary form. Blaise chuckles as he lowers his lips to her left ear,
"There's a lot you do not know about me, Miss Granger. I like to keep my specific...preferneces to myself; however, I would not mind one bit if you were ever curious about such things. I am a collector of beauty, and you are a creature of elegant refinement", he runs his finger across her feminine shoulder blades, and she shivers at the sensation.
" I...We should get going Zabini?", Hermione implores softly, and the wizard nods his head in agreement.
" Yes, little Gryffindor lets continue. Please excuse my forwardness. I'm sure if the night plays out correctly we will have ample time to discuss our love for art.", Zabini turns and continues down the dark hallway. Hermione glances at the painting once more before following Blaise's graceful steps.
She wondered did Dali's painting remind the dark wizard of his part in the second wizarding war. She was certain Blaise Zabini wasn't one to discuss his past, she would have to rely on his taste in muggle art and make her conclusions there.
The rest of the journey to the dining room was of silent expectation. Hermione found herself wondering of what specific preferences Zabini could be referring too; he obviously meant sexual tastes. The gorgeous wizard hasn't taken his calculating eyes off her since he retrieved the curious witch from Tribeca.
Thankfully, they eventually enter a rather large dining room that continued with the modern style of mahogany floors and harsh metals, that somehow worked perfectly with the large penthouse. The dining room housed a large fireplace and a long silver table in the very center. This is where Draco Malfoy is found in an expensive black suit and dark silver oxfords. He rises instantly at the entrance of Hermione and Blaise. The latter bows to his date before heading to the bar to prepare drinks.
Hermione walks to Malfoy with pounding heart. Wheres her relationship with Zabini was one of mysterious quality, and his personality had her puzzled. Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger had a history. It was a bitter one that held the atrocities of war through both perspectives. She didn't see much of the Italian wizard, but Draco their paths crossed a few times. Hermione unconsciously ran her hand over her ragged scar as she shifted her eyes away from Malfoy's silver orbs. The silver wizard clenches his fist tightly at seeing her internal conflict.
" Your beautiful Hermione.", Malfoy says clearly as he viewed the battle wage within his witch. She bites her lip before raising her eyes with a fire she was famous for.
" I've always been beautiful Malfoy; it's about time you've noticed. I was beginning to think you were daft. Let's get this over with shall we? I have a busy morning visiting potential wizarding colleges, and I would enjoy a decent night of sleep, ", she walks past the wizard with a raised chin, and Draco smiles as he follows her to the table. Zabini hands the alluring witch a vibrant glass of Merlot as he sips a tumbler of amber liquid. She accepts with a nod and drinks the heady wine in gratitude. She was beginning to feel nervous in the presence of her former classmates. Her mind wandered to last weekend, and her core tingled with a traitorous response.
Draco clears his throat as he ran his hand through his sleek hair. " I hope you enjoy tonight's dinner, Hermione. I prepared the entire meal myself.", He smugly waves his hand towards the sliver table, and variety of delicious foods appear. Malfoy breaks a gorgeous smile across his refined features when he views Hermione's gasped surprise. Zabini raises his eyebrow as he sipped his cognac in silent observation.
" You made all this yourself Draco? I'm sorry, I assumed you had house elves prepare your meals, dress you, bathe- well you get the idea. Honestly, this is surprising", she grabs a ripe chocolate covered strawberry, and the two men watch hungrily as she devoured the red fruit with a throaty sigh, before plopping into the silver and forest green dining chair. Malfoy clenches his jaw at her subtle moan of pleasure and pushes the platter of fruit closer to Hermione, before sitting next to her and watching her every move with hungry eyes.
" I wanted to make a special dinner for you Hermione. I remembered when you created Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare our third year, and I was inspired to create a delicious meal all by myself. It was quite cute, watching you parade around trying to force people to join your organization. ". The silver man stops at the death glare coming from Hermione's small form. " An organization that is something our society needs. Did you like the flowers? They remind me of your hair, wild and beautiful.", He finishes by giving his most swoon-worthy smile, and the witch finds herself giggling at his confidence. She knew he meany well.
" They are beautiful, I have them on my desk in Tribeca. Thank you, Malfoy. This dinner is really thoughtful. I... I'm glad I came tonight" she smiles grabbing her dark wine and barely restraining herself from gulping the entire glass as she internally waged with her logical side; which was currently screaming for the witch to apparate away. Hermione knew if she stayed that these two very attractive and very intense wizards were going to ravage her, yet the witch remained seated and continued to drink her glass. Hermione Granger needed to do this. She ignored the dulling throb of her fragmented heart and the logical whispers of her consciousness.
She needed to do this. She wanted to do this.
" Well, this certainly looks like a delicious shepherds pie," Zabini sarcastically notes as he sat across from the other two and picked over the rosemary lamb in familiarity. Malfoy gives him a feigned look of innocence which makes the dark-skinned wizard roll his eyes at his best friend's manipulative streak. Blaise Zabini was content to observe the two, he knew the bright muggleborn would discover the house elf, and he was sure to view an entertaining scene. Yes, he would continue to play the uninterested character he was known for. They were an enjoyable duo that gave a liveliness to Zabini's rather dull life.
"I decided that tonight was far too special for something as mundane as shepherds pie. So I changed the menu last minute. I mean just look at how beautiful Hermione looks, she deserves lamb and-", he flicks his eyes to the table, " -roasted vegetables and what not. Although I intended the chocolate strawberries to be for after dinner. Is this a muggle custom, dessert first? If so, I shall immediately adopt the practice.", Malfoy teases as he watches as the tiny witches face warms at the small pile of berry leaves before her. She licks her fingers, laughing the incident off like the beautiful lioness she was.
" Oh, I'm sorry! Everything looks so deliscious, it really does! I just love chocolate. I believe it's my weakness, actually."
" Is that so, Miss Granger?", Purrs Zabini as he gave the witch a look of ravenous desire that made his dark skin glow elegantly. Hermione stops mid-chew at the wizards lewd comment and the rosy tint that graced her almond skin tone soon crept towards her freckled plunge. Malfoy was no better as he nearly spits out his whiskey upon hearing his best friends attempt at flirting. Blaise Zabini... flirting. He usually just told the witch he was interested in that he wanted to perform coitus with her and then continued to tell the startled woman that she should consider herself lucky. Surprisingly, it almost always worked for Zabini. Malfoy was in delight to see this unusual side of his best friend.
Blaise smirks at the two's reactions, taking a large sip of his drink as the sound of the burning fire echoed through the vast dining room. The trio remains silent as they attempted to eat the elegant meal. Hermione eventually sighs and puts her utensils down.
" Why didn't you two come back to Hogwarts?", She always wondered where the two disappeared off too after the war. Never would she have thought New York City. Zabini decides to answer.
" After the war, we decided to get away from London. We were only going to lay low in New York for a few weeks before heading to Milan, but we soon found we enjoyed the vibrant city and decided to open the Ouroboros. I go to Attica Prestige, and we run a few other businesses. Malfoy well, he does what Malfoy's do best.", Zabini stares at their guest with calculating eyes, his flirting nature from earlier gone.
" And what is that?", shes murmurs and Draco laughs as he ran his hand through his glossy hair.
" Why making money my dear.", He waggles his eyebrows, and Hermione rolls her eyes at his arrogant facade. He laughs before refilling her glass,
" I also attend Attica, although only part-time. I do have a family corporation to run. Speaking of Attica we would like to give you an offer", Malfoy puts down his whiskey and gazes at the questioning look of Hermione, Blaise stares silently at the scene that was about to play out.
" An offer from former Death Eaters? I'm sure that's something I shouldn't dabble in. Why am I here Malfoy? Zabini? Cut the Pureblood fancy smancy shit and tell me what you want? It couldn't simply be that you want to fuck me? She felt brave as the two men stared at her brash outburst with opposite reactions. Malfoy stood with his mouth open as if he forgot about the sharp tongue of one-third of the golden trio. Zabini, however, continued to sip his drink with a calculating gaze that made Hermione's hairs on her neck stand.
Malfoy clears his throat and Hermione glances at his silver eyes, which were devoid of their usual mischevious glow. The witch found that she was seen this look many times. It was a product of war.
" Hermione we were on the wrong side. I admit it, Zabini admits it. We saw...partcipted in horrors that no sane person should ever see, let alone be forced to enact in. I'm not a good person Hermione, I know that...but I...we are moving on from the past.", Malfoy's voice is hallow as he stares at his dinner plate with a clenched jaw, Hermione's eyes soften, and she stops herself from grabbing his hand.
" You know nothing of Pureblood politics. They are one of life or death. I assure you are most fortunate to be muggleborn Miss Granger. You were given the choice of free will, whereas Malfoy and I, and many of our former peers only choice were to take the dark mark or watch our families die in the most horrific ways possible." , Zabini murmurs as he watches the shocked expression of Hermione Granger, her brown eyes flash between the brooding Malfoy and the amused Zabini.
" I...I'm sorry. I... never thought for one instance to put myself in your own shoes. To have to choose between such choices is a nightmare I could never imagine. Please forgive me?" , She grabs Malfoys hand under the table, and he squeezes her silky flesh softly.
" It's fine Hermione, we all lost people we love in the war.", Malfoy says before rising to refill his drink in the shadowy corner. Zabini follows his best mates steps before rolling his eyes and finally flicking his dark orbs back to the treat before him.
" All is forgiven MIss Granger As Draco said, the past is just that behind us. Let us discuss the pertinent future.", Zabini smiles arrogantly as Hermione bites her lip in deep thought before finally sighing and nodding to the inevitable.
" Excellent," he purrs.
Malfoy and Zabini stared at Hermione as she logically dissected their wishes in silent thought. She bit her lip as said logical side was urging her to get up a run back to England...but she would be an idiot to refuse the tempting offer. She licks her lips before running her hands over the vibrant green fabric.
" Let me get this correct. You both want me to be your girlfriend, as in you both will share me?", She raises her eyebrow with incredulity. Malfoy nods with a handsome smile; he was in a significantly better mood than the beginning of this conversation. Zabini sips his fourth cognac and paces the dining room in elegant steps.
" Correct, I will spend Thursdays with you, Draco on Friday, and perhaps we can all enjoy the Ouroboros on Saturdays. Although you would need to create a secret identity and only refer to us by our alias."
Hermione nods her head.
" I see...and you are offering me the north wing in this large mansion-sized penthouse and admission into Attica Prestige, a wizarding college that only accepts applications when the applicant is born? I'm a few years too late I fear." she jokes
Malfoy chuckles as her naive demeanor.
" I will be handling that aspect, do not worry you will be a student at Attica Prestige, college for exceptionally skilled wizards and witches. That is if you decide to take our offer. If not, We will leave you alone, and you will never see either of us again."
" or oblivate you," mutters Zabini as he finally sits down next to the two with a vain smile. Hermione's eyes widen in alarm, and she instantly stiffens at the latters proximity. Malfoy raises his hands in fear that the brash witch would hex their next move.
" He's kidding, ha- whoa relax Granger. You will soon learn that Blaise has a peculiar sense of humor." Malfoy glares at the uninterested wizard before them.
" What do you say Gra- Hermione?" Malfoy tries to remain calm as he watched the wary witch between the two wizards.
" Why me?", She asks softly, and Malfoy can't help but run his pale fingers over her curly mane. He wanted to tell her how amazing she was, how brave and elegant and compassionate the curly witch grew to be. Malfoy wanted to say so much, but he merely looked at Zabini with pained eyes and the dark-skinned wizard rolled his eyes before replying.
"Why not Miss Granger? You are beautiful and tempting. Malfoy is handsome and obsessed with you- oh come on Malfoy its quite evident-I am certainly immaculate and gorgeous, and I must say I would enjoy finally having a chance to discuss academic pursuits with you. It's time to move on from Fred Weasley, Miss Granger. Allow Malfoy and me to take you through an adventure of new and exciting sensations.", The Italian wizard watches as the woman stiffens at the name of her dead lover and quickly hides her face in her unruly hair.
" Zabini...I believe you said something about showing empathy earlier", Malfoy hisses, noticing Hermione's pained expression, he reaches for her arm, but the witch surprises the Slytherins with her next words.
" Okay.", she murmurs softly before lifting her head with glazed eyes and bitten lip. " I will be yours."
Zabini smirks subtly before continuing to finish his drink. Malfoy instantly shakes off his flabbergasted look when Hermione begins to look as if she would change her mind, he grabs her clutched wine glass and rises before saying softly.
" Excellent. I promise you will not regret our union. This must all be a lot for you to digest. Let's call it a night, we have an early morning tomorrow. Allow me to show you to your room, Hermione", Malfoy reaches his arms towards their new roommate with precaution. Hermione nodded silently as the ruby wine from earlier weaved through her blood and dulled her senses. She wanted to spend more time with these two incredibly handsome wizards, but the idea of a warm bed made her grab the polished mans hand in tired agreement. However, it seemed Blaise Zabini had premeditated plans.
" Certainly not Malfoy, I believe it's Thursday which means tonight she's mine. Although I wouldn't mind sharing the evening with my best friend?; of course it's ultimately up to our Miss Granger?" Zabini stays seated as he viewed the woman before him with arrogant delight. She held her pink lips apart in moderate shock as she realized tonight was, in fact, Thursday night; a critical factor that both Draco and Hermione seemed not to have noticed during their after-dinner agreement. Malfoy shakes his head instantly and puts his arms protectively around the tiny witch.
" She's tired Zabini, just look at her. This is a lot for anyone to accept. Hermione, you don't have to do this?" Draco grabs her chin gently with his scarred right hand, and the witch stares into his concerned look with warm eyes.
" I want too, and I- want you to stay...please.", She said breathlessly. Knowing that eventually, she was going to lose her nerve and run from this surrealism. Malfoy stared at her steady eyes as he runs his thumb over her lips softly. She shivers as he placed his lips to her ear.
" I shall give you a luxurious bath tomorrow morning, I will lap away every ache and desire, pamper you like the beautiful woman you are...but tonight I'm fucking you like the naughty whore you will be." Malfoy keeps his hand firmly on her chin; a smirk graced his face at the gasped look of the alluring witch. Blaise breaks up the duos intense aura by wrapping his arms around the two and apparating the three away.
The trio land in a room of completely covered in foggy mirrors. Hermione takes in a black velvet couch and glass table near the wall and a giant silver chest on the opposite side. Besides that, the mirrored room held nothing but a black fur rug in the center.
" Welcome to my favorite room, Miss Granger. Earlier I mentioned my specific taste; I'm quite delighted to share this side of me. Do you consent to be thoroughly fucked by myself and Draco Malfoy?" , Blaise runs his finger across her collarbone and enjoys the flush that rises once more to her freckled flesh.
" Yes."
" Excellent, Draco please help Miss Granger undress.", Zabini says as he walked over to the couch and conjured a bottle of whiskey and glasses.
" Gladly," Malfoy growls, and Hermione holds her breath as the silver aristocrat gently runs his hands over her shoulders before lowering her soft dress fabric to the floor. Hermione stands nervously as the two men took in her choice of negligee. She opted for a vivid lingerie set of crimson and gold that showed her tawny nipples through the soft lace.
Malfoy looks over her entire body in awe, as if he wanted to remember the night forever.
" I've never loved these colors until now. Zabini can we fuck her?", Draco looks up to see his best mate handing his a glass of whiskey as the dark-skinned wizard viewed the delicious witch before them.
" In, do time dear friend. I believe Hermione may need a brief introduction to my specific taste. Please, by all means, make yourself comfortable.", Zabini extends his arms towards the velvet couch, and Malfoy growls to himself before finishing the offered glass and heading towards the couch. The Italian wizards snaps his eyes back to the self-conscious witch who was currently covering her chest with her arms in a careful manner. He gently grabs her arms and places them to her side,
" You have a beautiful body and should flaunt it so. Do you understand, Hermione?", Blaise asks the tiny witch with a raised brow. She nods her head softly, and the dark-skinned man smiles.
" It's yes sir, in this room Hermione. Go on a be a good girl and say yes sir.", Zabini says proudly as he walked around the witch, viewing the ample curve of her ass. Hermione scoffed as she followed his amused eyes.
" I will not be calling you sir, Zabini. Is that what you're into, being in authority?", She falters her laugh when his eyes remain calculative. He stands behind her, and she shivers as she feels his subtle breath grace her neck. She was sure if she pushed back she would feel his form on her own, and they idea thrilled her. She watched Malfoy in the mirror, and the silver man was rubbing his cock through his pants, his eyes dark with hunger. Zabini walks in front of her view, smiling darkly as he took in her beautiful form.
" I have much taste, but tonight we will focus on the basics. Draco may enjoy pampering you and treating you like a princess, but I? Oh, I will be treating you like my little slut. What an opportune moment for a lesson on the matter", he swishes his wand and red ropes of silk attached around Hermione's startled form. The red confines wrapped around her breast and her freckled stomach, securing her arms behind her back in a constricting manner. The shocked witch balanced on her right leg as her left leg was intertwined in red silk and left hanging in the air through conjured metal loops in the mirrored ceiling. Hermione struggled to gain balance as she spewed forth a yell of rage.,
" Blaise what the fuc-mhmmmhgm," her words are stopped as a calm Zabini removes his green tie and wraps it around the bonded witch's mouth. He steps back to watch the dangling witch with eyes of significant desire.
Zabini walked over to the silver chest and withdrew her vibrator before returning to her struggling form. He turns on the gold rod to a low setting and chuckles at the witches stilled movement.
"Come now, Hermione, you didn't think I'd let you off so easily, did you? That mouth of yours has been impudent all night and now I finally get to punish such cheek" the dark wizard whispered into her ear as he nibbled at the earlobe, his tongue tracing a lusty line down her heart-shaped face, lingering over the pert tips of her brown nipples before licking at the sensitive flesh through the thin fabric, all the while holding her wide eyes with a steely gaze and calculative smile, a smile of greed and amusement as his nine inches stiffened almost instantaneously at her breathy moans.
Without further ado, Zabini pushes over her wet lace and slides the vibrator into her dripping center. Hermione gasp at the sensation and her skin rubs delicately against her soft bondage. When just the tip was still in her, it started another plunge, without warning, the rubber nub on her clitoral hood began to vibrate, sending wicked tremors of pleasure through her gently. He runs his hands through her curls before whispering in her ear.
"Tonight will simply be a night of pleasure for you, perhaps next lesson we will dabble on your pain spectrum. No orgasms until you learn your place in my bedroom, on your knees pleasuring my whims. Malfoy may enjoy catering to your sarcastic mouth and pampering you with lavish gifts. I on the other hand like a lady in public and an absolute slut on command. Do you think you could be my little slut, Hermione?" ,
" Go fuck yourself Zabini," She gagged through the continuing plummet into her pussy. Blaise slaps her ass hard before heading over to the couch to enjoy the view.
"Oh, my Merlin," Hermione moaned through Zabini's tie.
The rabbit vibrator was in steady sync now, alternately filling her and leaving her achingly empty. She could feel her body coiling, tightening, drawing in upon itself. When the tension seemed unbearable, she finally cried through intense pleasure, knowing she would have to beg before she would get her release. Blast after shrieking blast of electrical joy held her hanging over her cliff she so desperately wanted to plunge forth. Her body jerked and twitched as she rode the waves ever higher, her right leg was burning as it held the entirety of the muggle-borns weight. Through it, all the gold device continued their steady rhythm, and the vibe continued to dance across her sensitive flesh.
She was gasping like a fish out of the water as she could not come down from the euphoric high.
Hermione did not know how long she stood with her vibrator sinking into her pussy and out once more. The blindfold made time go terribly slow and the curly witch realised she couldn't take the insane pleasure any longer.
"Okay, Sir" she muffled as her body tried to absorb the influx of sensation. She could feel herself passing out from the onslaught of pleasure, and she finally slumped into her bondage, simply allowing the gold vibrator to plummet in and out of her slick entrance. When she regained some semblance of coherency, she found her blindfold removed, and Blaise Zabini stood with a hungry gaze at the panting witch. She blinks her eyes as she grew accustomed to having her sight again, She shivers at the two men's stares. Zabini stood amused at her fluids dripping from her left thigh, Malfoy was running his hand over his stiff cock with a look of barely controlled constraint. Zabini removes the black fabric from her mouth, which was soaked with Hermione's spittle and pleas of release.
" I'm sorry Miss Granger, I couldn't understand you. Did you want to come little lioness?", Blaise purrs as he stuck a single finger into her sopping pussy. She sobs as the feeling before breaking her eyes from Malfoy's to stare into Zabini's dark ones.
" Yes…please," she moans wantonly, and the dark wizards begins rubbing her g spot in a come-hither manner that made her whimper.
" Yes, what Miss Granger?"
" Please let me come…Sir", She moans through shuddered breaths and Zabini smiles as he gently releases her from her hanging confinement, choosing to keep the intricate ropes weaved across her taut stomach and breast. He lays her on the soft fur rug and attaches his lips to her open mouth as he gently pinched her nipples red. Malfoy stalked over with his hardened cock still confined inside his silk boxers. He watches the witches lust-glazed eyes as he vanished her lingerie and places his mouth on her throbbing clit, before tracing the tip of his tongue across her raw flesh in a delicate, soothing manner. Hermione closed her eyes to fully relish the sensation before sighing softly at the silver wizards gentle laps. Draco touched her the way she liked it, holding her right breast with both hands, stroking their golden smoothness, kneading her flesh with just the correct pressure as his tongue swirled around her sopping center, dining on her pink flesh like a delicacy. Blaise chipped in with his hand cupping her breast from the underside, lifting it slightly to revel in her warm weight, then letting it go so it bounced just a little for a delightful, different sort of tingle. Before she could purr in appreciation Blaise's hand traveled to stroke her neck, softly and expertly.
Draco was starting to nibble, his hands kneading harder, eliciting familiar toe-curling ripples of pleasure that arched her spine and coursed through her temples, along with her guttural, throaty moans - moans that were swallowed into Blaise's kiss. Blaise's fingers were alternatively pinching and rolling her pink nipples as his palm grinded against her pleasing flesh. If the wizards weren't already so preoccupied they'd have noticed her brows furling as her lithe body was overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure ravaging her sensitive body.
. Zabini stares at the tantalizing view of her glistening center it wavered into a stripe of light before slipping back into darkness. The tip of his cock inevitably grazed against her smooth calf as he leaned in, and a jolt burned through his veins. This was the most arousing moment he'd had in months.
Hermione's moment of truth came soon after. The combined sensations of two men suckling, Hermione's many moans coalesced into an unbridled scream of excitement to wake the entire apartment. Both men marveled as she tensed, cried and squirmed helplessly for the far better part of a minute. The female orgasm was a beautiful affair indeed.
"I do believe it is our turn now. Draco, you must stand; I will lay on the rug." Blaise says clearly as he picked a panting Hermione up and placed her quivering thighs above his pulsing cock. Blaise lays back onto the mildly irritating fur; a slight itchiness pushed away at the sight of the Hermione from behind. Her flowing brown curls and the shadow of her taut spine were lovely sights indeed, but her derriere was simply breathtaking. The striped shadows from his room couldn't hide those curves that were starkly out of proportion to the rest of her petite hourglass figure. He couldn't help reaching out to guide those luscious ass cheeks as she squatted to sheathe his length into with her firm flesh, fingers bathing in that same luxurious silky smoothness.
" Ride me Miss Granger, and take Draco in your mouth.", ordered Zabini.
" Yes, Sir," she moans breathlessly.
Hermione held her breath as she took a moment to admire Blaise's sizeable member, beautifully adorned by bulging veins before lowering herself tentatively onto his greedy manhood, already trickling with spots of pre-cum. Her nether lips spread to swallow his admirable length and girth, inch by inch till Hermione was seated deep on nine inches of veiny cock. Steadying her feet, she rode him by squatting up and down - a source of pleasure and power, the power for her to fuck at her own pace. Blaise folded his hands behind his head, more than happy to let the witch take charge.
Draco towered over the two, stroking her caramel locks and guiding her plump lips over his stiff member. Cradling his balls with one hand and gripping the base of his shaft with the other; Hermione pursed her lips into a tight O that grasped the head of his long cock and thrust deep down while her tongue swirled around his bare head, lapping up his succulent manhood Instinctively his scent invaded her olfactory glands, the smell of sex blossoming into a deep red flush that washed over her otherwise golden skin.
Hermione's powerful quads were working up quite a sweat now, her technique of alternatively blindingly fast and languorously slow thrusts was almost perfectly timed to test his endurance, repeatedly taking him to the edge and back again. Blaise smirked at the sight of rivulets of sweat dripping off the immaculately rounded globes of her ass, now almost a blur of motion as she thrust herself with abandon along the length of his manhood. He grabbed the wet vibrator and gently worked the gold metal into her tight puckered anus. She moaned through Malfoy's long pale cock.
"Oh. Ohhh. Mmmm. Oh, fuck yes. Fuck, fuck... yes, deeper... UNGG... OH FUCK YESSS...FUCK, FUCKFUCKFUCK..."
Hermione was in cloud nine and wasn't shy about screaming it out to her world. Her rapturous cries were music to the men's ears, the affirmation that their exertions were extremely enjoyable for their witch. The haughty woman was now reduced to a blabbering of moans, while Blaise was glad to lay back and enjoy the view, so Draco eagerly took over the reins. He savored her screams whenever he suddenly switched from slow thrusts to frenzied fucking her throat.
Anyone who could observe the scene would no doubt be somewhat impressed by the sight of the curly witch in heat, throwing her head back as she arched her back almost painfully in helpless cries as she gave in to the pleasure, their hips gyrating in their quest for relief. Perhaps he or she would then wish vaguely to be at the scene and partake of the sordid atmosphere of wild sex, sweat, and semen in the air, of the music of moans and groans.
Unbeknownst to our three revelers, a painting on the far wall was allowed a view of the evening's events.
Now shaking from the sheer sensation, Hermione felt her mind creeping into delirium as a glorious orgasm approached, then focused her eyes on the two men taking her. The vibrations were thoroughly explored, adding a whole new dimension of motion to their lovemaking, sending them all hurtling toward the cliff.
Mere moments later, Hermione clenched her vaginal muscles hard, seeking to forestall and extend the pleasure, but Blaise wouldn't stop - he'd just launched into a new barrage of blurry fast thrusts, and just as Hermione passed the plateau of pleasure. Orgasm came upon orgasm, and she couldn't separate them, one from the other. Some were weak, others sharp, but before one rippled away, another came. The sensations blended, melded, morphed and bounced off one another until the entire experience became one of pure bliss. Unendurable joy, exquisite agony, Heaven, Hell. All of them or none. Her brain was misfiring; the sensations were so powerful they trampled boundaries in her mind that she knew not of.
Random thoughts floated before her, like snowflakes. She could watch them, but if she reached out to examine one, it was gone.
She was gone. Hermione was no more. Only the pleasure remained. Only the exquisite blasts, the soft cascade, the unending kaleidoscope was real. No longer concerned with anything else, Hermione floated away on the tide, happy and serene amidst the turmoil.
"Ohhh... oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh OHHH... OH FUCK AARRRGGHHH!"
"You fucking kinky bitch, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"DAAMMMMITTT!"
All three exploded into sordid screams as their senses were slaughtered by the power of the vibrations driving them hurtling headlong into a deeply satisfying orgasm. The men growled for the first time that night as their cocks ejaculated violently at the unexpected stimulation of vibrations through her inner walls, but their pleasure was nothing close to what Hermione felt as she thrashed wildly about as all her nerve endings leapt to life, and eventually dropping as she lapsed into delirium.
Hermione instantly becomes boneless and battles to stay conscious as the two men remove their softening pricks from her holes. Zabin instantly cleans the three before clothing himself and apparating the lot to Hermione's new room. Draco carries the sleeping witch to the warm bed, sliding under the cover with her and falling asleep instantly. Zabini views the two silently before heading towards the door.
" Blaise?"
Zabini turns around to see an upright Hermione, her skin still flushed with the numerous orgasms received as she squinted through the dim room, she pats the spot beside her sleepily, and the dark-skinned man raises his eyebrow before shaking his head slowly.
" It's not really my thing, cuddling. Draco will be more than enough trust me.", He turns to leave but stops when her soft voice rings out.
" Just for tonight... please sir?"
Blaise stands for what seemed like minutes before finally sighing and laying on the other side of his shared girlfriend.
" As you wish, Miss Granger." he murmurs as the tired witch molded her body comfortably between the two men and was asleep in minutes.
