Here's another chapter. I swear I'm going to try and be more diligent about getting them out there. I just have a bad case of writers block, and it doesn't help I don't have an ending thought up for it yet, but I am trying to wrap it up. As always please review, your comments keep me inspired. Thanks xoxo.
Hermione jumped off of Bellatrix. She could feel the blood rush to her face. Hermione grabbed the quickest thing she could find to hide her nakedness. The last thing she ever wanted to do was hurt one of these witches. But she wanted both of them and it was so hard to choose between them. She honestly figured she would have a lot more time to play to both sides before she had to choose one. To Hermione's surprise though Narcissa walked over to the side of the room where there was an oversized arm chair and proceeded to sit down. Hermione still couldn't read any expression in those ice blue eyes. Hermione was looking for any sign that she had hurt the older witch, but she came up short.
Hermione glanced back at Bellatrix, who was lying on the bed. Her naked body still exposed to the world, her legs spread wide open, as if she was waiting for Hermione to come back and finish what she had started. This infuriated Hermione, she wanted to curse her into next week, for letting her younger sister watch the events that had transpired between them. "Come here a finish me off," Bellatrix commanded. By this point Hermione could feel her blood start to boil. Her face turned into one of contempt.
Hermione glanced over at the corner where Narcissa was perched. Her body language, her facial expressions, and her eyes still gave no indication as to how she was processing all this. Hermione felt a slender hand grab her around the arm. She quickly snapped her head in the direction of Bellatrix. Her small bony fingers were clenched around Hermione's arm. Hermione wanted to kick and scream and run, but her body wasn't listening to her brain. Her feet started to follow Bellatrix back to the bed, against her own will. Her body sat down on the edge of the bed, Hermione wanted nothing more than to run back to the safety of her own bedroom, but something was compelling her to sit here and take this torture.
Bellatrix ran her hands up and down the sides of Hermione's curvy frame. Hermione was beginning to soften to the idea. With a swift movement Belaltrix pushed Hermione's head down between her legs, and commanded her to continue. Hermione couldn't resist indulging the older witch. She was becoming less and less aware of the ominous figure sitting in the corner. With one swift motion Hermione inserted two fingers in to the dark witch's soft hot core. She proceeded to explore with her tongue. Hermione could feel Bellatrix begin to writhe against her fingers, she was getting closer. Hermione dared a look across the room.
To her astonishment the blonde witch had lifted up her skirt, she had her hand on her clit and was slowly rubbing it while watching the scene that was unfolding before her. Hermione was no longer worried about the look that was on Narcissa's face, she now recognized it as one of interest. Hermione slowly dismounted Bellatrix and walked over to the other half of the room. She knelt down in front of Narcissa, and spread her legs open with her hands. Hermione placed soft kisses along the inner sides of her thighs. She licked and teased with her mouth. Narcissa rolled her head back in ecstasy. Hermione took this as a good sign and continued what she was doing, she slowly made her way to Narcissa's center and licked the wetness that was seeping out of her.
Hermione was in heaven. If only she never had to choose between the two of these beautiful women. She wanted both of them with such a fierce desire, more than she had ever wanted anything else before. Hermione chanced a look at Bellatrix who was eyeing the sexual display with the look of greed in her eyes. Hermione wanted to satisfy both women but there was only one of her to go around. She quickly got up, grabbed Narcissa by the hand and led her over to the bed. She laid the blonde witch next to her dark sister. Hermione continued pleasing Narcissa with her mouth, while Bellatrix ran her hands up and down Hermione's naked body. Bellatrix snaked her hands down to Hermione's mound and started stroking her clit. Hermione let a soft groan escape her lips and before she knew it she was coming again. Wetness seeped from between her legs and Bellatrix was there to lap it up with her tongue.
After pleasing Narcissa to her best ability, Hermione retrieved the strap on, she quickly secured it around her waist, and inserted it into the slit between Bellatrix's legs. Narcissa laid on the bed next to them watching the events that were happening right next to her. Before long Bellatrix was screaming Hermione's name. The three of them fell asleep together in the same bed that night.
The weeks went on, no one spoke of what had happened between the three of them that night. Hermione was thankful too. She was almost embarrassed of her actions. She didn't want to be the house slut, but her desires were equally strong for both women. She often found herself day dreaming about them, while pleasuring herself.
Hermione was becoming a more prominent figure in the wizarding community. Bellatrix didn't have time to tend to most matters that came up, so she would send Hermione to do her work for her. Hermione didn't mind, she liked being in charge, she liked getting to use her talents and her brains for the bettering of the wizard world. Hermione had hired a few assistants in her office to help her keep on top of everything. One would sort through the paper work, while another one would go over the days agenda, while another one was fetching coffee. The power was starting to go to Hermione's head. She observed how Bellatrix commanded a room. She noticed how every time the dark witch walked into a room ten people were at her side ready to do her bidding.
Hermione was still strongly conflicted in the matters of the heart. She was so attracted to the dark side of Bellatrix. She found herself often lingering too long, just to get a glimpse and see what the darks witch's next move would be. Hermione was drawn to her like a magnet. On the other hand she still had Narcissa. Narcissa had a dark side, but it wasn't nearly as compelling as Bellatrixs. Narcissa was always there to help Hermione through a dificult day. Hermione loved Narcissa with all her heart.
After a rather taxing day at the office, Belaltrix came home to find Hermione asleep on the couch. She looked over and saw Narcissa there with her eyes glued to a book. "Good evening Cissy," Bellatrix chimed.
"Lovely evening," Cissy replied, half question half statement.
"What's for dinner?" Bellatrix inquired.
There was lingering tension between the two sisters. Both of them wanted the younger witch to themselves. They both realized this was a tough position to be in. Neither wanted to hurt the other sister, by taking away Hermione. However they weren't particularly fond of sharing her either. Bellatrix couldn't stand this sort of torture. She hated dragging Hermione off into her bedroom knowing that Cissy was in her room listening to every thing that was going on between them. Bellatrix and Narcissa were both fighting an internal battle on what to do about the situation at hand.
Narcissa helped Bellatrix put Hermione to bed for the night. They covered her up with blankets and turned off the lights. As they left the room Bellatrix turned to her younger sister, "what are we going to do?"
Narcissa knew what her sister meant but she didn't have a good solution. "Maybe we should let Hermione decide," Cissy offered up.
They both knew this was the only fair way to do it, but both were dreading the day that Hermione actually did choose between them. It was more clear now, then ever before that neither one of them were going to give up so easy in the fight to win Hermione's heart.