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Now - Dinner and a show (two shows!)
Chapter 25
"Dinner is now served in the dining room," Draco gestured to several French doors, that suddenly opened up into the formal dining room. "Place cards are set and a Revealing charm will help direct you to your seat if you cannot locate it."
The crowd turned to slowly filter into the dining room for dinner. Draco took the opportunity to press himself up against Hermione and kiss her shoulder, as Lucius still had her in a loose embrace. The three stood together for a moment before the Malfoys stepped away from their witch. Hermione took her kitten back from Draco and cooed at the little thing. She was going to have to think of a suitable name for him. Meanwhile, it would not do to bring him to the dinner table. Hermione called Tinky and entrusted him to the elf, asking her to set him up in her bedroom.
"So far so good, huh?" Hermione said to her fiancés in the moment of privacy. All their friends were getting along well enough, and there were no unfortunate incidents thus far.
"Very good," Lucius nodded. "Now that we are alone for a moment, I wanted to stress how important you and your safety are to us. Neither of us has ever done a blood rite before, but happily did so for you - if it means you are protected. We would appreciate it if you would always wear this. Once it is on you, no one but you can remove it. The setting can easily be Transfigured to whatever is appropriate to the occasion, or it can also be Disillusioned entirely if you wish."
"Where did you draw the blood from?" Hermione asked softly.
Lucius and Draco drew up their sleeves and exposed their inner left wrists. They each had an inch long incision across the wrist. Hermione brought each small scar to her lips. They exhibited a huge amount of trust in her, as the blood rite had literally given her a piece of each of them. Freely given blood was a powerful ingredient, and she could do them both serious damage if she was so inclined. She transfigured the necklace, an amulet really, into a cuff bracelet of intertwined silver and gold.
"I understand," Hermione said solemnly. "Thank you for the honor."
"Shall we?" Lucius asked, smiling and offering Hermione his arm. She put her arm through his and then put her other arm through Draco's.
Their guests were just finishing seating themselves when the three entered the dining room. They sat at the head of the table, which was rounded. Hermione was between the two blonds, as usual. Near them, at the head of the table, were Hermione's parents, Severus with Freda, Harry, Ron, Luna, Pansy with Padma, Remus, and Kingsley. Their closer friends seemed be nearer to them and acquaintances were further away.
As soon as Hermione, Lucius, and Draco settled into their seats, the first course appeared in front of everyone – much like the food popped onto the table at Hogwarts. It was a cold cucumber and yogurt soup, perfect for a hot summer night. Conversation flowed well around them. Luna recognized Freda from the spa. Pansy complimented the pink streaks in Luna's blonde hair, which Luna credited to the wonderful staff at Freda's spa. Padma and Pansy were very interested in making appointments, which kicked off a debate about whether it was socially acceptable for wizards to go to the spa. The Malfoys, Harry, and Kingsley were all for it, while Ron, Severus, and Hermione's father were skeptical. Remus laughingly decided not to vote.
The second course of Sole Amandine with shredded Brussels sprouts was followed by bacon and spinach stuffed rib roast with roasted new potatoes. People still seemed to be getting along well, and the room was filled with the din of conversation. The meal seemed to follow Hermione's general pace, all the plates vanishing shortly after she was done. Once she realized that, Hermione paid more attention to how fast other people were eating. By the fourth course of Cornish game hens with juniper berries and beets, Hermione felt she set a good pace. Fifth course was a salad consisting of endive, frisèe, arugula, and pear with strawberry champagne vinaigrette.
Hermione was not sure she could eat another bite, but could not help herself when the dessert appeared. There was a variety of tartlets – dark chocolate with lemon, sour cherry, as well as banana with coconut. By this point, everyone had consumed a great deal of wine, in addition to any pre-dinner cocktails. The coffee served with the tartlets was only just sobering up people enough, so they would be safe to travel later. As a result, everyone was fairly jolly and uninhibited. As the meal had progressed, Lucius and Draco had somehow moved closer to her. Hermione did not get to actually touch any of the tartlets, as Lucius and Draco were taking turns feeding them to her.
Draco held a chocolate lemon tart up to her lips while Hermione took a bite. At the same time, Lucius was leaning in to nuzzle her neck.
"You smell so good," Lucius whispered. "I want to taste your skin, lick you all over. I bet you taste just as good as you smell."
Hermione was being overloaded with sensation. The wine had gone to her head, the dessert Draco was giving her tasted wonderful, and Lucius' words were making her both dizzy and wet. Hermione resisted squirming in her chair. She wanted to take her wizards upstairs and strip them naked. Hermione took the last bite of the tart in Draco's hand, sucking his fingers into her mouth as she did. Draco's eyes rolled back up into his head and he groaned softly.
"You are a naughty little witch, Pet," Lucius murmured to her. "Do I need to punish my wanton witch for being so forward in front of all our friends?"
Hermione whimpered softly and leaned back into Lucius as she released Draco's fingers with a soft pop.
"Not only does Hermione insist on meeting with me in her bathroom," Severus drawled in his facetiously bored, teasing tone, "but I also have to bear witness to Lucius and Draco's public displays of affection while I am eating? Hermione has likely been able to feed herself since she was a toddler, Draco. Thank Merlin my hearing is not good enough to hear what disturbing things Lucius is whispering to the poor girl. I am certain it would be enough to put me off my dessert entirely."
Hermione blushed and sat forward in her seat, away from the brain-muddling, encompassing embrace of her fiancés.
"Oh hush, Professor," Luna instructed in her dreamy tone. "They are soon-to-be newlyweds and very much entitled to explore their affection for each other."
"I have an equal distaste for public displays and this lovey-dovey tripe makes my stomach churn," Pansy announced imperiously. Hermione wondered if she took lessons from Severus in self-righteous snark. Maybe he held classes in the Slytherin common room.
"Got yourself a real catch there, Padma," Ron mock-whispered across the table to Padma, who giggled at her girlfriend's churlishness.
"However," Pansy continued, glaring at Ron, "I was going to say, that I am glad there is affection in the union at all. I can't even count the number of engagement and wedding events I have attended in the aristocracy, where the bride and groom are either indifferent or hostile toward each other. At most dinners like this, the couple would sit on each end of the table. While I don't need to see Draco try to get Granger in his lap, I am happy for them. Draco deserves a wife he actually likes, and Lucius certainly deserves some happiness after being married to that crazy bitch."
"Thank you for your good wishes for our union," Lucius smiled, which Pansy acknowledged with a prim nod. Apparently, both Malfoys were used to Pansy's bluntness.
"To happiness," Remus said, raising his glass. "May this union be a happy one for all."
Everyone within hearing raised their glasses, and a few people shouted out, 'hear hear.' Hermione looked around at her friends and down the table, happy to see so many happy faces. She could only assume the alcohol had lubricated socialization for this varied group of people. There was a lot of laughter, some arguments, and at one point, someone started everyone off in singing the Hogwarts School song.
Despite Severus' teasing, Hermione eventually found herself leaning back into Lucius and Draco. The dessert course did not go anywhere, but the last course of fresh fruit popped up on the table. Lucius started popping sweet berries into Hermione's mouth, while Draco ran his fingertips across her shoulders and down her arms. Again, Hermione felt herself getting lost in the two wizards. Lucius fed her fruit and let his fingers linger on her lips, caressing her face. Draco seemed to inch slowly toward her, so that he was pressed against her, cradling her. His fingers continued to run lightly up and down her arm, as he ran the very tip of his nose across her shoulder blades. Hermione sighed happily at their attentions.
"As much as I love to watch two men pawing at my daughter, I think we have to be off. Your mother is sloshed," William Granger said, standing up from the table. His tone was much more jovial and teasing than it would have been the night before. Hermione liked to think it was entirely due to his getting to know the Malfoys better, but knew it was partly due to copious amounts of wine.
"Let me walk you guys," Hermione said, detaching herself from the Malfoys. "I need to activate your Portkey."
"Thank you both so much for coming," Lucius said, as he and Draco both rose from their seats. "We hope to see you again, soon and often."
"Most definitely," Jean laughed. She did seem quite drunk, but happy. Hermione imagined she would be less happy in the morning when the hangover hit.
"Please," Draco offered Jean his arm, "let me escort you."
The Grangers departure started a trend. Members of the nobility were very sensitive to overstaying their welcome, as it was considered quite gauche. Those sitting close to the engaged triad saw that the three needed their privacy, if the increasingly obvious touches were any indication. Lucius manned the door to the dining room that led to the exit, so he could say goodbye to their guests as Hermione and Draco walked her parents out.
Natty had arranged the Grangers things in the morning room, where the Manor side of the Portkey was kept. While Draco helped her drunken parents gather up their things, Hermione activated the vase Portkey that would send them home. After hugs, well wishes, and promises to call and visit soon, the Grangers touched the vase and swirled away.
Draco promptly took the opportunity of a moment alone to grab Hermione around the waist, and pull her down on top of him onto a couch - making her squeal and laugh.
"I can't seem to control myself around you, Kitten," Draco smiled. "By dessert, I wanted to make all of our guest's leave, so I could get you out of that dress."
"That would be rude, Draco," Hermione teased, straddling him and pressing downward into his growing erection. Draco groaned and gripped her hips. "You know your father raised you better than that."
"Bollocks," Draco grunted, as he tried to buck his hips upwards. "Father would have been unzipping your dress, as I ushered people out."
Hermione threw back her head and laughed. Draco was probably right.
"Speaking of your father," Hermione sighed, "it is not fair of us to leave him with the burden of saying goodbye to all our guests. We will have to restrain ourselves for a few more minutes I'm afraid."
Draco pouted, but did not try to stop her from climbing off him and off the couch. He heaved a huge, dramatic sigh then got up himself. They walked directly to the front hallway, where Lucius was subtly moving the remaining guests toward the door. Hermione gave Harry and Ron big hugs goodbye and warned them to take care, as they were going out to the pub with a bunch of the other younger folks.
Lucius and Draco were being swallowed up by well-wishers, all wanting to say farewell. Finally, there were only a handful of guests left. Lucius went back to the dining room to check for any stragglers, as Draco and Hermione said goodbye to Pansy and Padma. Pansy wanted to confirm her shopping trip on Tuesday, again. Laughing, Hermione assured her she would get all the haute couture she could handle. Pansy was approved for Floo travel to the Manor, so she and Padma left through the drawing room.
Draco threaded his fingers through Hermione's and they ambled back toward the dining room, smiling. They came to a halt in the doorway as Hermione gasped and a cold wave of nausea washed over her. There, a few meters away was Lucius in a dining room chair with a voluptuous witch straddling him, her hands gripping his long hair and her tongue stuck down his throat.
Thoughts raced through Hermione's mind at light speed. He had promised her he would be faithful - it was in the contract for Merlin's sake! She wondered if he had been truthful at all, when he said he took no mistresses and had no one after his wife died. It certainly did not look that way to Hermione. Her magic had started racing along with her thoughts.
After that split second of shock, Hermione went to approach the illicit couple, filled with rage. She found herself restrained by Draco, however, and turned to glare at him. He jutted his chin toward Lucius and the witch, indicating that Hermione should keep watching.
Hermione turned back to see Lucius shove the woman off him, so she fell onto the floor.
"How dare you take such liberties, Madame," he spat, looking both sad and disgusted. Hermione could see the woman better and thought it was Vivienne Crabbe, Vincent's mother. She was everything Hermione was not, physically. She was tall, blond, and extremely voluptuous - whereas Hermione was petite and had more subtle curves. Mrs. Crabbe began sobbing.
"You can't marry that...that Mudblood child!" she screamed, crying. "It isn't supposed to be this way. I am all alone! I am not supposed to be some poor widow. My idiot husband died, and your frigid bitch of a wife is gone too. We can be together!"
"You are quite mistaken, Madame," Lucius said coldly as he stood from the chair, staring down at her. It seemed that neither had noticed Hermione and Draco in the doorway. "It is regrettable that you find yourself in such a sad condition. You have had some bad luck and tragedy, however, a great deal of the blame for your situation centers on yourself. You were a vain, shallow, stupid witch when we were children, Vivienne, and age did not temper those traits. You chose a stupid husband because he was rich. You encouraged your stupid husband, and then your poor son, to follow that lunatic because of your vanity. You have no money, because you would not save or invest it; you preferred to spend it on yourself. Even if I did not have Hermione, you and I would never happen. Now get up off the floor, and get out of my house."
It was that moment that Lucius noticed Draco and Hermione in the doorway. Vivienne Crabbe followed his gaze, and looked over her shoulder to see the younger Malfoy and a very angry looking witch. She scrambled to her feet and placed a protective hand on her head, probably thinking of Yoana Yaxley. Hermione's magic was visibly crackling now, like Saint Elmo's fire, except golden. Mrs. Crabbe was right to be fearful. Hermione had her wand out before anyone could blink.
"Rubefacio Manifestus!" Hermione seethed at the older witch. The golden light crackling along Hermione's skin flowed down her extended arm and through her wand toward Vivienne Crabbe. It hit Mrs. Crabbe squarely and the witch screeched and clutched her hands to her chest.
"I know you have suffered the loss of your family," Hermione said with a deadly calm, staring straight into Mrs. Crabbe's widened, tearful eyes. "But we have all suffered in this war. If you ever touch what is mine again, what I will do to you will make that suffering seem like child's play. Do you understand me?"
"What did you do to me?" Mrs. Crabbe whimpered. She gingerly brought her hands away from her ample chest and both hands were bright red.
"You were caught red handed. You should not do things, if you are unprepared for the consequences. You are lucky I did not include your lips as well, as they were also touching something that did not belong to you." Hermione calmly replied. "You did not answer my question, however. Do you understand me?"
Mrs. Crabbe nodded mutely, staring at her scarlet hands. Hermione knew that she would soon invest in gloves. The bright candy apple red would not fade. It would last forever, unless Mrs. Crabbe found a way to break the curse, but Hermione did not imagine she was that smart or that powerful.
"Tinky," Hermione called. The elf appeared in a moment and stood, awaiting instruction. "Escort this witch to the anti-Apparition boundary and make sure she leaves the property."
The shocked Mrs. Crabbe was whisked away very swiftly. The elves were nothing if not efficient.
"What did you do to her hands?" Draco asked curiously, "Burn them?"
"No!" Hermione exclaimed aghast. "I would never burn the skin off of someone as a punishment! I just turned them red."
"When will the red disappear?" Lucius asked, equally as curious.
"When she figures out a counter curse more powerful than my magic," Hermione shrugged.
"So never," Lucius smirked.
"I imagine she wishes you had burned her skin off," Draco said. "At least that would grow back."
"Pain is not a very effective way to teach a lesson," Hermione instructed. "You don't teach much besides how to avoid the pain and to hate the teacher. I find public humiliation and a lasting reminder resonates with people, and they learn after just one lesson - so far."
"That Yaxley woman's hair will grow back," Draco pointed out.
"Hair grows slowly," Hermione replied. "I think the reminder will last long enough. If she had shoved her tongue down your throat she may have found herself investing in a lifetime of hats."
"You saw that part?" Lucius grimaced. Hermione stiffened and turned away from them. She did not want to look at Lucius. The image of seeing her fiancé in the arms of another woman was much more disturbing than she imagined it ever could be. Also disturbing was her automatic jump to distrust Lucius.
"I did not initiate or invite that in any kind of way," Lucius insisted, with a pleading edge to his voice. "I swear to you Hermione, I would never do that."
Hermione whipped her head back around, and saw a desperate glint in his eye. Draco was right behind him, his brow furrowed with concern and a supportive had on his father's shoulder. She knew if he broke the fidelity clause of the contract, she could void the entire thing - as could they if she failed to hold up her end as well.
"I know, Lucius," Hermione said, her eyes welling with tears. "We walked in and she was straddling you, kissing you. I hated seeing you with another woman like that, even though it just lasted a second and it was forced upon you."
"I did not want that, or her," Lucius repeated softly, tentatively approaching her.
"I know!" Hermione repeated herself as well, crying now. "I know that now. My first thought though - my first thought was that you lied, that you betrayed me - just told me what I wanted to hear, that it really was too good to be true. Those are horrible things to think about you!"
"Oh, Pet," Lucius said, gathering her up in his arms and pulling her close. "Shhh, don't cry. It's okay."
"How is it okay?" Hermione sobbed softly. "If Draco hadn't held me back, I would have flown at you both in a rage. I would not have seen you push her away, or heard those things you said."
"It is okay little one," Lucius insisted, stoking her hair. Draco came up behind her and started rubbing her back.
"Trust takes time, Kitten, especially with our history," Draco said soothingly. "We know that. And we know you will trust us - in time. You certainly trust us more than you did this time last week. So I think we are doing pretty well."
"I know we are doing pretty well," Lucius agreed, tipping Hermione's face upwards and brushing loose strands of hair away from her face. Cupping her face, he used his thumbs to brush away the tears that had fallen on her cheeks. "How could that cow think I would want anyone besides you? You are gorgeous."
"She is...voluptuous," Hermione pouted. "And tall."
"And stupid, vain, shallow and weak willed," Lucius replied with a teasing lilt. "I want a warrior, a fighter. What fun is dominating the weak? There is no challenge there. Now you, my naughty witch, are a challenge and are plenty voluptuous for us."
"Mmm," Draco agreed, as he brushed her hair to the side and licked upwards between her shoulder blades. "You have wonderful curves that I adore. I certainly think about them often." Draco moved his hands down to her hips.
"I imagine my hands gripping these hips." He continued squeezing with his fingers. He slowly slid his hands to her belly and up her torso over her dress. "I imagine these breasts bouncing as you ride me. I see myself palming them, sucking them, squeezing them."
Hermione moaned in response to Draco's words. He was squeezing her breasts through her dress, and kissing the back of her neck and shoulders. Hermione reached up and took Lucius' face in her hands to pull him down to her. She kissed him hard, taking his mouth ruthlessly. Hermione felt the need to possess him after what that other witch had tried; Lucius was hers. Her tongue explored his mouth and her teeth nibbled at his lips.
"You are amazing, Pet," Lucius rasped when Hermione released him. "I have been fantasizing about you naked all night."
"You have, have you?" Hermione arched a brow and leaned back into Draco's embrace. She felt Draco lower the zipper on her dress. Hermione stepped to the side, out from between Lucius and Draco. She took a few steps toward the table, going toward the seats they had been in all night, then she paused and let the dress fall to the floor. Hermione looked back at her fiancés over her shoulder, quirked her eyebrow, and continued to the head of the table wearing only cream lace knickers, her heels, and jewelry.
Hermione heard Lucius and Draco following her, quickly catching up with her.
"Did you fantasize about me naked on this table, here?" Hermione asked as she leaned back against the table. Lucius nodded and she hopped up on the table, crossing her legs. Both wizards seemed fixated on her bare breasts. "And what were we doing on the table?"
Hermione lay back on the table and stretched her arms up above her head, arching her back. Lucius was at the side of the table in a flash, running his hands along her rib cage, up the valley between her breasts, and – finally – taking her breasts in his hands. Draco positioned himself between her legs. He wrapped one leg around his waist and lifted the other toward his shoulder. He brought her ankle to his lips and started slowly kissing up her leg.
"We were doing something very much like this on the table," Lucius replied. He reached over to a bowl of fruit and removed a handful. Lucius then proceeded to create a trail of fruit down her torso, dropping a blueberry in her belly button. Two raspberries were perched on her nipples. As Lucius set about eating the fruit, Draco was running his hands up and down her legs. One hand went to squeeze her arse, lifting her slightly, so her core lined up with the hardness in his trousers. He began rubbing his cloth-covered cock against her wet knickers, making Hermione moan. Lucius decided he wanted the raspberries and enthusiastically sucked them off her tight nipples.
Lucius found a platter of left over desserts and started painting Hermione's naked torso with tart filling. A line of chocolate followed her collarbones and went down her arms. He smoothed sour cherry onto her belly and rib cage. Lucius smeared the banana and coconut over her sternum and breasts, pausing to pinch each nipple. Draco ground himself into her core as he watched Lucius work. Although she still wore her knickers and Draco his trousers, his massive hardness was rubbing against her clit in the most delicious way. Hermione's chest was heaving with her rapid breathing as she pressed herself into Draco, searching for friction.
"I want to fuck you so badly, Kitten," Draco groaned. Then he broke out into a devilish grin. "This time next week, I will be fucking you. This time next week, we will be married. I can't wait to be deep inside you, Kitten. Between the two of us, I am certain we can exhaust you to the point where you can no longer stand."
Hermione felt Lucius smile and chuckle against her skin as he was licking off the chocolate. Her orgasm had been building and building. Lucius licking and biting her all over, combined with Draco ruthlessly rubbing against her clit, was bring her close to the edge. The mental pictures created by Draco's dirty words were too much. Hermione whimpered and thrust herself against Draco, looking for that little bit more she needed.
Draco appeared to be in a similar position. He was pushing against her harder now and at a faster pace. That new pace was just what Hermione needed, and she encouraged him to keep going harder, faster. She felt her orgasm crash into her and yelled out, arching her back and tightening her legs around Draco's waist.
"Yes, Kitten, that's it," Draco grunted as he came, his body going rigid for a moment before slumping against her. Hermione was trying to catch her breath as Lucius watched her.
"You really are glorious when you come," Lucius smiled, swirling a finger around her belly button, where her skin was covered in sweets.
"You've made a mess of her," Draco laughed, rubbing Hermione's limp post-orgasm legs. Lucius laughed aloud as well, continuing to draw shapes in the sugary mess coating her torso.
"Oh you think you're funny do you?" Hermione teased, propping herself up on her elbows. "Getting me all dirty like this."
"You are positively edible," Lucius laughed. Hermione reached to her side and scooped up some chocolate from a tart. She smeared it right down Lucius' nose and over his mouth. His eyes widened in surprise and Draco cackled with laughter.
"Think that's funny?" Lucius asked Draco, who was laughing so hard he could barely speak.
"The look on your face..." Draco gasped. Lucius picked up a tart and threw it right at Draco's chest. "Hey!"
Soon food was flying between them. Hermione pulled off Lucius' shirt while Draco threw dessert at his father. Lucius stopped protesting when Hermione began licking the sweets off his chest. She pushed Lucius down in a chair and unzipped his trousers. Reaching inside Hermione freed his thick cock and smeared banana coconut down the length of it, giggling.
"Mmm, banana flavored," Hermione smiled, sinking to her knees in front of Lucius' chair. Draco chuckled and set about wiping dessert off his own face.
Hermione ran her tongue up Lucius' shaft, swirling the head around in her mouth. He was already leaking cum, so Hermione knew he would not last long.
"Gods, Pet," Lucius groaned, throwing his head back. Hermione sucked and licked all the tart filling off, making Lucius pant. She incorporated her teeth, making Lucius hiss. "Yessss, just like that."
Lucius twined his fingers into Hermione's hair and gently thrust upwards into her mouth. Hermione found this an extremely satisfying way to eat her dessert, and she imagined Lucius would agree. She relaxed her jaw and swallowed him all the way down her throat, making Lucius gasp and swear. She loved making him forget his good manners and she moaned; creating a wonderful vibration for Lucius' cock nestled in her throat. That produced heavy panting and more swearing. Hermione swallowed around him and Lucius thrust into her mouth more erratically. She knew he was close, so she reached a hand up to his face and traced his lips with her index finger. Lucius sucked her finger into his mouth and Hermione pulled it back. She took her wet finger and snuck it down past his balls to his arse. Hermione slid her finger inside him and searched out that sweet spot. When she found the small bundle of nerves, she rubbed and Lucius shouted out a string of expletives as he came down the back of her throat.
Hermione swallowed everything Lucius had, and licked his softening cock clean. She released him with a soft pop and sat up, running her hands up his thighs.
"Mmm, banana flavored," Hermione repeated, grinning. Lucius and Draco laughed. The three sat for a moment relaxing. Hermione rested her head on Lucius' thigh while he sat back in the chair, a satisfied smile on his lips, as he absentmindedly smoothed her hair back. Draco sat in his own chair next to them, smiling.
"Come on, Kitten," Draco said offering his hand and helping Hermione up off her knees. "Let's all go get cleaned up."
"You've got chocolate in your hair," Hermione smiled as she stood. She reached up to brush the hair off Draco's forehead and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips. Lucius stood up as well and put his arms around them both, Apparating them directly to Hermione's bathroom. Draco held her steady while Hermione stepped out of her heels. Lucius went to turn on the wonderful shower. Draco unclasped the diamond and gold choker, while Hermione slipped out the earrings. Draco set the jewels on her bathroom counter and Lucius unpinned her hair. Hermione caught sight of her reflection and laughed. She had food smeared all over her and looked a mess.
Lucius has set the shower to produce a lot of steam to loosen up all the caked on tart filling the three of them wore. Hermione sighed and relaxed under her showerhead, while the Malfoys did the same at theirs. Draco came over to scrub her back and Lucius soaped up her front.
"You know, Pet," Lucius drawled as he repeatedly soaped her breasts. "I got to lick you, but not all over. There was one thing I haven't gotten to taste tonight, and it really is my favorite."
Lucius dropped to his knees in front of her and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. His mouth went straight to her center, his tongue exploring and lapping at her. Hermione gasped and felt Draco behind her, supporting her.
"Merlin," Hermione groaned. "I've already come so many times today."
"Get ready to come again," Draco chuckled as he ran his hands up her soapy torso and pinched her nipples. Hermione turned her head and captured Draco's lips with hers. She nipped at his lips with her teeth and explored his mouth with her tongue. She loved kissing them. She could just kiss them all night long. Lucius' tongue was pressing into her channel and then flicking against her clit. She rotated her hips slightly, pressing herself into his face.
Hermione moaned into Draco's mouth as Lucius lapped at her. She felt Draco's hardness against her back and reached around to grip him. Draco grunted his approval, but could not say more because Hermione would not release his mouth. She stroked his cock in the same rhythm Lucius established with his mouth. As he focused on her clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue, Hermione increased the pace on Draco's member. The water lubricated him well and Hermione was on autopilot because Lucius' was driving her crazy with his tongue. It surprised her when Draco pulled away from their unending kiss.
"Fuck, Kitten," Draco grunted as he came all over her hand and on her hip. Watching Draco come pushed Hermione over the edge she was teetering on.
"Oh, yes!" she yelled as Lucius continued to lick her through her orgasm. Her fingers dug into Draco while the orgasm washed over her. Hermione had to sit on the bench in the shower and catch her breath. These romps with Lucius and Draco were wearing her out after such a long, full day. She smiled as she watched them wash up. Although she was exhausted, she would not change a thing.
Lucius helped her out of the shower and Draco rubbed her dry with a soft, fluffy towel. She put her arms around the waists of her fiancés and walked them to her bed. Hermione climbed in naked and snuggled into the wonderful sheets, waiting for her wizards to join her. The slipped in on either side and settled in. Lucius spooned her from behind while Draco kissed her forehead, taking her hand in his.
"Goodnight, Kitten," Draco smiled. "Thank you for an amazing party and for such spectacular gifts."
"Indeed," Lucius agreed, pressing his face into her damp curls. "Tonight was perfect, rough patches aside. Thank you for such thoughtful gifts. It means a lot to us that you thought of what we would want."
"No, thank you," Hermione yawned. She looked at the amulet, still transfigured as a cuff bracelet on her wrist. Her voice was thick with sleep and she was not very coherent. "You are wonderful wizards and are going to make wonderful husbands. Goodnight."
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