25

Previously:

As the room self-destructed behind her, Hermione pulled open the door and stepped through, landing in the relieved arms of Draco Malfoy. Her men were startled out of their deep tactical discussion for her safe rescue, Harry, and Snape now among them.

Hermione laughed weakly, ridiculously pleased to be home.

**HGHG**

"Are you okay?" Draco asked, panicked, running his hands over her body, searching for any reason that she would have left the room on her own. "What happened?"

"I'm fine," she said, lightly squeezing his shoulders. "I'm fine," she repeated.

"How did you escape?" He pushed, needing to know that Hermione was well and truly free of the room, that they all were.

"Hecate is dead. I killed her,"

"How?"

"I can't," she whispered shutting her eyes.

"Draco, she will tell us when she is ready," Abraxas said, his lips a single grim line. Of course, he knew. He was the one who put Emrys's dagger in her pocket. He knew exactly what she was forced to do or what Hecate did to herself. For Hermione. For Emrys.

Hermione closed her eyes for a second, reliving the thankful blood-filled gurgle; the last words of Hecate.

Happy baby squeals met her ears and Hermione opened her eyes, searching for the child who had gone into the room freely without consequence. And he was there, sitting on an Occamy pelt, playing with a large strand of pearls.

Hermione's lips pulled up into a sad sort of smile, glad that it was finally all over, that she would be able to rebuild her life and the wizarding world at large. It wouldn't look the same, but it would be better this time around. She would make sure of it.

Large calloused hands lifted her hair away from her neck, caressing the curve of it.

"Never do that to me again, Sweetheart," Lucius whispered from behind her and Draco nodded fiercely as his hands circled her waist.

"Never again," Draco repeated, forcing her to look him in the eye. Both seemed satisfied when she nodded and after dropping kisses on her lips or skin, they moved away, letting her other men take their places.

Abraxas hugged her from behind, wrapping his arms around her middle, squeezing the life out of her. She laughed breathlessly, drawing the attention of Bast.

"Mum!" He squealed. The pearls and soft pelt were quickly abandoned as he ran to Hermione, slamming his tiny body into the front of her legs. "I missed you! Why didn't you come with us?"

"I had something to do," she said, running her fingers through his dark hair.

"I thought you were going to leave me," he whispered to her knees and she looked up at Sigurd, startled with the start of tears burning in her eyes.

"Never," she whispered back fiercely.

Sigurd smiled, lighting up his whole face. He reached out a shaky hand and cupped her face, eyes studying her as if she was merely a construct of his imagination that would turn to dust the moment he looked away.

Hermione caught her breath, watching him watch her, heart pounding at the unequaled devotion that sat naked on his handsome face.

"You scared me, Elskede," his whole body trembled at his admission.

"Tell me we weren't too late," she begged.

He closed his eyes and leaned into her, resting his forehead against hers. Warmth spread from his fingers to envelope her entirely in the comforting sensation. A warming charm, wandlessly cast, without even a whisper spoken.

Abraxas kissed her shoulder and beckoned Bast out of his death grip on Hermione's legs.

They were left in silence except for Sigurd's rapid breathing. "You shouldn't have come for me. You should have let Abraxas do it on his own."

"That wouldn't have worked, and you know it. It had to be me,"

"I wanted to die when the door closed with you and her behind it. I thought I had well and truly lost you,"

"We had the truths from the room. You should have known we would be together,"

"I did until the door closed and all I could see of the future was this deep dark yawning chasm that my life would be. I saw nothing and more nothing. I saw darkness, loss, and unending fear. If it wasn't for Bast, I think I would have collapsed right then and let the fates take me."

"I'm so very glad you didn't,"

"Me too," his other hand sunk into her hair, caressing the springy curls that met his fingertips. He tilted her face up and pulled back, swallowing hard. "I love you,"

"I love you too," she said as she ran her hands up his chest, letting her fingertips dance over the ridges of his muscles.

His lips met hers, sweetly, tentatively, wanting something more than just the needful lust that had consumed him before.

Hermione parted her lips and leaned into his hard body, letting him steady her. She inhaled deeply through her nose and pressed more fully into his lips, deepening their kiss, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth, and laving it with her tongue.

He groaned and sunk his fingers through her hair to her scalp, pulling her closer. She hissed in pain and pulled back, confusion marring his devout face. "What's wrong?"

"Hecate's needle ribbon things sunk into my scalp, remember? It hurts,"

"Oh, Elskede, I am sorry," he murmured ashamed, letting his hands drop from her neck where he had pulled them after she pulled away.

"Don't," she whispered, hands gliding down his torso to wrap around his hips and grab his bum to pull her own body closer, arching her body sensuously into his. "Don't pull away from me,"

He ran his hands over her arms, chaffing some warmth back into them. "You're cold."

"You can keep me warm,"

He chuckled and pulled her into his body, hugging her, dropping kisses on her hair.

"I want to do this right, this time. Worship you in that huge bed that I have been dreaming about for a thousand years. I want to run my tongue over every inch of you, tasting every single part. I want to create those visions with you. I want it all,"

Hermione nodded against his chest, slightly frustrated. She wanted him. She wanted him to lift her onto his enclosure and bury himself into her needy quim. She wanted to bury her fingers in his hair as he went down on her. She desperately wanted to taste him too, bring him pleasure, watch him as shattered over and over. She wanted to hold him, taste him, feel him and never, ever let him go.

He pulled away and twined their fingers, leading her out of the room that he had called his for a thousand years and up the winding stone stair that would lead them to the observation room.

"And I'm pretty sure that if the Manor was destroyed now, it would not be able to rebuild now that Sigurd is awake. I believe that it was his enchantments that kept the core from being destroyed." Abraxas said.

"Well, there are only two ways to know for sure. The house elves probably know if it could ever be magically maintained in such a way," Draco said dryly.

"And the second," Abraxas prompted.

"We could blow the place up. Then you would have your answer,"

"Where the hell did you come by such a smart mouth?" Lucius asked Draco. Draco just raised his brows and smirked.

Sigurd and Hermione walked through the stone doorway and a sly smile slid onto Abraxas's face. "Done already are we? In need of some stamina training, Sigurd?"

Lucius and Draco snorted, enjoying the dark red blush that flooded the Viking's cheeks.

"Brax," Hermione warned with narrowed eyes. He merely smirked at her and winked, enjoying the way Sigurd reacted to his teasing.

"I suppose if I was in the habit of just pushing her against any old wall, like others, it would matter. But I have a certain reputation to uphold. Nothing but the most intense seduction will do. Right, Elskede," Sigurd said smoothly, despite his red cheeks. Lucius choked, trying hard not to laugh outright. Draco, on the other hand, didn't try to hide his laughter at all.

Abraxas narrowed his eyes, a challenge awoke in their depths. Hermione didn't know whether to be offended by the whole thing or be deeply aroused, but she was leaning towards the latter. Hermione had a feeling that every shag from now on was going to be better than the last as each wizard tried to outdo the other in pleasing her. There was nothing wrong with a little healthy competition, was there?

"It all comes down to preference I'm sure. Our girl here, likes things a little kinky, don't you, Love?" Abraxas said as he approached, slowly, sinuously, as if he were a jungle cat and she was his prey. She stepped back as he stalked her, stopping only when her back met Sigurd's hard front. He held her hips, keeping her in place, lowering his smiling lips onto her shoulder. Abraxas reached for her running his palm from her waist to right underneath the swell of her breasts.

"Hermione, Dear, Bella has awoken, and she is asking for you," Narcissa said from the doorway, an amused tolerant look on her face. The same look in fact that she wore in the vision where Hermione found out she was pregnant.

Hermione groaned, rubbing her thighs together in further sexual frustration. First Sigurd pulled away, and now it looked like she would have to wait even longer to release the ache between her thighs.

She held up a finger in Abraxas' face and growled, "this is not over."

Chuckles followed her from the room as Narcissa wound her arm through Hermione's leaving the Malfoy men in the observation room, hopefully, so that they could work on their coordination of Hermione's seduction. That's what she dearly hoped anyway.

"Does she have use of her magic?" Hermione asked and Narcissa sighed.

"I don't know. She wouldn't speak to me or Severus or even Eliza. She won't let anyone examine her until she sees you,"

Hermione nodded, uncertainty coiling in her stomach. It had been a long day, a long week, hell, a long eight years. Why did she have to do this today? Why did she have to face Bellatrix, a broken and reformed witch, who had once been the star of many of Hermione's nightmares?

Narcissa slowed as she approached the room in which Bella laid and set a single dainty hand upon the dark wood of the doorframe.

"No one would blame you, you know, if you decided not to talk to her, to let her stew in her own evil deeds,"

"I may not be ready to forgive her yet," Hermione said, nodding with her decision, "but her redemption saved my life and the lives of every single one of my future children. And we should never forget that it was us; our men, our family that broke her, twisted her into what she is today. We may not have been the ones to start her on her path of cruelty and insanity but what we did to her was no better than what they did. The only difference is she holds no resentment for me. Quite the opposite in fact. That should terrify us all and I will not be complicit in the further torture of anyone, not even Bellatrix Lestrange,"

Narcissa nodded, bringing her hand to her own face to trace the purple scars that swirled in complicated patterns. "You and I have both been marked at her hands, we both have suffered greatly, and yet, it is her that I pity."

Narcissa pushed open the door and Hermione followed her inside, wincing at the wide adoring eyes that pinned her the moment she passed the threshold.

"Hermione," Bellatrix breathed, a beatific smile overtaking her face. She scooted over and patted the bed next to her hips, ever so hopeful that Hermione would join her. Hermione walked further into the room and flinched when the door shut quietly behind her, leaving her and Bellatrix alone. She ignored Bellatrix's invitation to sit on the bed and gingerly sat in the chair next to it. Bellatrix's smile fell but she tried to plaster it on anyway, faking it, for Hermione's sake.

"We aren't okay," Hermione said, staring down at her clasped hands in her lap. "You don't get to just decide that you want to be in my life and make it so. You hurt me. No, that's not exactly accurate. You tortured me. You hunted me and my friends for years. You held Harry at the end of a magical leash when he was caught. You would have made him suffer as your plaything. You killed my father."

"I can't change what I did,"

"No. You can't,"

"How can I make things better? Make us better?"

"You have to earn it, Bellatrix. You have to show me, prove to me every day that you have changed and if there is ever one whiff of backsliding, I will cut you off so fast, your head will spin. You don't get to just be a part of my life because you want to. You will have to work for it, each and every day for the rest of your life,"

"I will,"

"Then someday, we might even be friendly. Until then, this thing is going to be on my terms."

"Okay,"

"Can you still use magic?"

"Yes,"

"Then you need to rebuild your life. Go home, fix it up, work on yourself. Find what makes you genuinely happy. And you can come here every Sunday at noon and spend the day with us."

"Just Sunday?"

"It is better than nothing, right?"

"Of course,"

"Then I suggest you get to it," Hermione said, standing up.

"And what about Cissy?"

"What about Narcissa?"

"Will she be there too?"

"I don't know. She will have to tell you what she wants you to do to fix things if you even can. Your building a foundation with me has nothing to do with your relationship with her. I suggest talking to her,"

Bellatrix nodded, tears welling in her eyes. It was obvious that she had thought things would be better now, that her sins would be wiped away, that she could just waltz into her life as if all the horrible things never happened. But Richard Granger once told her when she left for her first year at Hogwarts that once a person broke trust, the only way to get it back was through work and faith and time. That it was up to the person who broke the trust to earn it back.

She walked to the door and twisted the brass knob, stopping for just a moment without turning around to face the woman on the bed. "You cannot lay your happiness at the door of another person because you will always, always be disappointed. You are in charge of your own happiness and when you find it, then you can share it with the ones you love the most."

Hermione heard as Bellatrix broke into sobs and stiffened her spine, opening the door and walking through, leaving the broken woman to grieve. If Lestrange broke her soul, Abraxas broke her mind, and Voldemort broke her heart; Hermione would try and show her the way to own her own self. Body, mind, and soul.

She shut the door softly, collapsing against the wall, completely drained. First Sigurd's disappearance, then the labyrinth, then Hecate's death, now Bellatrix's ultimatum. Hermione was at the end of her strength and knew she needed to find her room. She was drained emotionally and spiritually.

"Emmy?" Hermione whispered in the air.

A slight crack resonated in the hallway as the tiny elf appeared. "Mistress?"

"Please take me to my room. I don't think I can get there on my own,"

"Yes, Mistress," she said and clasped her bony hands with Hermione's and with a snap of her long fingers, they were in Hermione's room.

Emmy helped strip her mistress, collecting the robes and underthings and shoes as Hermione peeled them off.

"How about a nice bath first, Mistress?"

"I don't think I can,"

"I will helps you, Mistress,"

Hermione nodded and allowed herself to be led. The bath was filled, and Hermione stepped in, but the details were foggy. She was just so damn tired all of a sudden. She blinked once, twice, then nothing.

When she blinked her eyes open the next morning, she looked around in confusion. The last thing she remembered was sinking into the steaming bath and leaning her neck against the cool marble rim, relaxing completely for the first time in ages.

She sat up, fully expecting to see one or other of her men but raised her brows in surprise when the room appeared empty. Leaving the warm bed behind, Hermione slid to the floor and padded to the door. It was time to find out where her men were and why none of them were with her, as had become their habit.

The Manor was silent and slightly creepy, as she walked their labyrinthine paths, searching, searching. The dark corners and unused rooms called to her and reached for her with their dark probing tendrils. Caressing her with their evil intentions.

The Malfoy men called for her, begging her to hurry, voices growing quieter as she struggled to follow them.

"Where are you?" she yelled, over and over, tears streaming down her face.

"Right here!" Lucius called from a room just ahead. The door creaked open, seemingly on its own and as she approached, chills swept up and down her back. There was a single candle in the room that barely illuminated the occupants; a woman who looked just like her cradled a tiny infant in a large wooden rocking chair. But as the Hermione look alike turned to her, the face morphed into Hecate's.

Five years were bargained, five years are owed. The Hecate-Hermione construct whispered in the dark.

Hermione gasped as she sat straight up in bed and covered her face with shaking hands.

"Granger? Everything okay?" Draco asked, setting his book on the nightstand while rising from the chair next to the bed.

"Draco?" she asked shakily, trying and failing to shake off the disturbing dream.

"I'm right here," he murmured, sitting next to her on the bed and caressing her arms.

"I had this terrible dream. I wandered through the Manor searching for you. I looked everywhere, and I couldn't find you, any of you, and I heard her terrible voice,"

"Whose voice?"

"Hecate's. and the darkness taunted me, tried to take me,"

"Take you? Take you where?" he asked slightly panicked but trying to hide it.

"To the room. She said five years were bargained, five years are owed. Then I woke up."

"Oh honey," he said wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to his chest, resting his chin on the top of her head. "It was just a dream. Hecate is dead."

"I can't help but feel like I released something or that the magic latched on to me as I left. I don't know."

"We will ask Abraxas and Sigurd. Either one can probably tell you what you need to know."

"Where are they?" she asked getting up to go to them. He smiled and pulled her back down and kissed her lips.

"Whoa there, no need to go searching the Manor. They will be here shortly. We wanted to all be together when we performed the pregnancy charm. Don't you want to know?" He asked, a funny look on his face.

"I forgot," she said abashedly.

He chuckled. "That's alright, a lot has happened in the last month."

Hermione sighed and relaxed into him and he stroked her, calming her, relaxing with her. He moved so that his back was supported by the headboard and Hermione draped herself over him, resting her head on his lap. His fingers tried to run through her curls, but the mass tangled immediately, causing him to curse under his breath as he had to try and detangle them without hurting her. She snorted softly in amusement, not lifting a finger to help him out. He would get it, eventually.

It wasn't long before the door opened, and Lucius, Abraxas, and Sigurd strolled in, easy banter and comradery falling from their lips.

Lucius approached the bed and sat behind Hermione stroking her back. "Ready Sweetheart?" he asked.

She nodded and laid on her back, keeping her head pillowed on Draco's thigh.

Lucius' wand swirled over her abdomen a shower of blue sparks following along in its wake. For several moments they waited as the sparks were absorbed by her body and waited longer still for a positive or a negative.

Weakly her womb began to pulsate with a soft pink light.

"What does that mean?" Hermione asked.

"Pregnant," Sigurd whispered reverently, his eyes bright and shining as he stared at the growing light.

"Pregnant?" Hermione said confusedly. Even when the room showed her, and Hecate confirmed, she still didn't believe. She didn't believe now.

Lucius leaned over and kissed her belly, murmuring to it in soft tones. Abraxas was running his fingers over her ankles, a stupid happy smile on his face.

"This isn't how the vision went," she worried. "Maybe I will have a miscarriage or something," her voice went up an octave as she struggled to stay calm.

"If there is one thing I know about, it's visions," Sigurd said, still starry-eyed with the news. He leaned against the bedpost, wrapping his large calloused hands around the sturdy polished oak, leaning his head against it. Even as his eyes stayed glued to Lucius and her stomach. "And there are a thousand different outcomes for every single event. All it takes to change course onto another is a small seemingly insignificant choice. Since we saw the visions, we were not taken by surprise. We didn't have to wait until our wedding day to confirm. That doesn't mean anything will go wrong, Elskede,"

"She had a nightmare that Hecate tried to bring her back to the room. In her dream, Hecate said to her that five years were bargained, and five years were owed. It freaked her out," Draco said.

"Hecate is dead," Lucius said, still caressing her abdomen.

"I told her that, but she feels as if something is wrong. I don't think we should discount her intuition. It kept her and Potter and Weasley alive for years,"

Abraxas nodded and hummed, deep in thought. "Perhaps," he began. "perhaps the room wasn't completely destroyed after Hecate's death. I mean, it was feeding off of Sigurd's magic for hours or days or however long we were in the Labyrinth."

Hermione's breath hitched and she tensed, fear and anxiety pulsing through her veins at the speed of a raging female erumpent in heat.

"But Hermione," Abraxas said bringing his calm gaze to her frantic one. "If it were latched onto anyone, it wouldn't be you. You are of Merlin's line. Didn't you notice that once it had a taste of you, it was repelled? The room was created by Merlin using Hecate's magic and love. You are not the one that would have to worry."

"You think it is me?" Sigurd asked, resigned.

"No," Abraxas said carefully. "There were two people who entered the room that did not follow the rules. Potter did not use the portal to take another. He went in and out of the same doorway. I don't think he qualified,"

"Bast," Hermione said, comprehending what Abraxas said.

"Exactly, but the first thing Lucius and I did after the door closed behind you was to make sure Bast was okay. He was clean; the only dark magic on him was the one forced on him by his father at the Battle of Hogwarts. In fact, the babe slept peacefully through the whole thing wrapped tightly against Draco's chest. I don't think it is him either,"

"What are you trying to say?"

"Remember Draco's truth? He was trying to destroy Hecate's door. I bet this is why and I bet that every last visage of the room's power would disappear with its destruction."

"Potter is going to be so damn happy," Draco muttered mutinously. Hermione snorted again.

"He has been a good ally to us and he is Hermione's best friend, a brother almost."

"Admitting I need his help makes the whole thing so much worse," he grumbled.

"You could always ask Neville," Hermione said. "Neville can pull the sword too."

Draco wrinkled his nose and said, "That is not much of a choice,"

"Speaking of Bast," Hermione began. "where is he?"

"Narcissa has him. She was over the moon when I asked her to take care of him last night and last I heard, the two of them bullied Severus into a walk in the garden." Lucius said. "You know, she has been dreaming of your children for years now. Ever since we knew you were contracted for Draco."

"They bullied Severus?" Hermione asked, making sure she heard him correctly. She shook her head and redirected her focus. She would come back to that snippet later. "And my mother?"

"In the sitting room with Bill?" Draco said uncertainly. "At least she was when I left to come up here and wait for you to wake up."

"How is Bill? I thought he would have gone to the resistance camp." Hermione said.

"I don't think he is ready. From what I understand, he and the Lovegood girl were something special to each other."

"When did that happen?"

"Apparently while they were here before the Battle of Hogwarts," Abraxas said and Hermione nodded.

"What about-" Hermione began but was cut off by Lucius.

"Bellatrix went to make Lestrange Manor livable, Potter went back to his witch and everyone else waiting for him. James, Regulus, and Sirius want to come and thank you in person, but Harry told them it would be best to wait at camp for now. Minerva is still a pain in the arse but keeping her fighters contained or focused on the manhunt for Voldemort's followers, most of which are still in our dungeons."

"What are you going to do about that?" Draco asked interestedly.

"Azkaban is a terrible option at the moment. The Dementors have bred and overrun most of the lower levels. Plus, it is going to take a long time to figure out who is legitimately there and who is just being held on Tom Riddle's orders. I think we will have to house the poor sods in the Malfoy dungeons."

"We don't have to keep them in the torture chamber though," Draco said going slightly green at the remembrance.

"There would be no escapees. No accidents. It would be convenient."

"Hecate insinuated that the room was hers to control," Sigurd said.

Abraxas snorted, "Tell you that, did she? I dare say she would have said anything to heighten your fears so that you would go back to the room and accept those five years. Did it ever occur to you to just ignore her and to destroy the door? It would have saved us so much bloody hassle."

Sigurd colored, and his hands clenched the oak spindles on the bed frame. "No…"

"That's not fair," Hermione protested. "You don't know what would have happened if he didn't go back."

"That is true, but I have a feeling that nothing would have happened and that everything we went through to get him back was all his fault."

"As if you have never done anything to put Hermione in danger," Sigurd growled. "You forget, Abraxas, that I have been watching her for a very, very long time. Your part has not gone unnoticed."

Abraxas rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his body. "We are just going to have to agree to disagree,"

Hermione sighed and lifted her hand to caress Lucius' face as he continued to lay kisses over her nightgown.

His fingers delved under the hem and lightly traced the inside of her thigh, leaving delicious tingles behind. With the teeniest amount of pressure, he coaxed her to spread her thighs wider and wider until his fingers danced at the apex of her thighs, tracing her plump lower lips through the thin material of her knickers.

All fighting abruptly stopped as their eyes followed Lucius' fingers, watching as her juices soaked through for their perusal. Draco dragged his hand under the neckline of her nighty and palmed a breast, rubbing and flicking her rapidly hardening nipples. A sharp intake of breath from Hermione brought her spectators closer. Fingers burrowed under the waistband of her knickers and pulled them gently away from her body. She whined as Lucius's fingers stopped their caressing.

The bed next to her knees dipped and she felt a soft wet mouth suck on the skin of her other thigh.

Hermione reached up and dragged Draco's mouth down to hers, feasting on his lips. She could feel his erection on her back and arched, rubbing against him deliciously. Moaning into his mouth as hands spread her thighs further. Lucius' fingers still circled her clit and Sigurd's mouth was getting closer and closer and closer…

The bed next to her shoulder dipped and strong firm hands guided her nighty up and up, forcing her to separate from Draco lips to shed the garment, leaving her naked amongst her men who were still fully clothed. She would have to change that.

Abraxas' lips closed over her nipple at the same time Draco reclaimed her lips. She was drowning in bliss. Drowning with the sensations of many hands and mouths on her body. Finally, finally, lips closed over her clit, sucking, licking the engorged nub. Hands encouraged her to bend one of her legs and lifted it onto a shoulder. Another set of lips trailed her inner thighs, fingers teasing her opening, never plunging in. Hermione tried to writhe, tried to encourage those questing fingers to probe further, to beckon from the inside, hitting that most sensitive spot.

"Flip her," Lucius whispered, and Draco pulled away, helping all the other hands move her to her knees.

She looked back up at Draco and her stomach clenched at the cocky lust on his face. She smiled slow, sensuously, and reached for his trousers, rubbing his hard length through the fabric. He made quick work of opening them and Hermione reached inside the placket drawing him out. She blew on the purple tip, making a shudder race through his body, before engulfing his head with her mouth.

"Fuck yes," He hissed as she slid his cock past her lips.

A mouth found her clit again, flicking the sensitive bundle rapidly, making her legs shake. Hands on her back steadied her seconds before she felt the blunt tip of a cock prodding her entrance. She hummed her approval, earning her another sexy sigh from Draco as he flexed his hips.

Slowly, so slowly, her pussy was filled, stretched exquisitely, clenching around hard cock. Lucius' groan filled the room as he bottomed out, fingers digging into the flesh of her hips. She bucked back onto him unconsciously as Sigurd's tongue kept up with its onslaught of her clit, bringing her closer to the edge.

Abraxas nipped at her breasts, sucking them, pinching them between his nimble fingers. The sensations he was drawing out seemed to be connected like a livewire directly to her clit, making her pulse against Sigurd's tongue. All of the sensations were overwhelming, and she knew it wouldn't be long.

Lucius rocked into her, faster and faster, snapping his hips against hers, pushing her mouth further on Draco's cock. She sucked, twirling her tongue against the underside of his cock, paying special attention to his slit on the upstroke.

"Ah," Draco said throwing his head back as he sucked in air, fisting his hand in her hair while coating her throat with his seed. She sucked him clean, licking up every drop.

"What a dirty girl," Abraxas said as Draco moved, and he took the spot that was vacated. His trousers were gone, his shirt unbuttoned, and Hermione lifted her hand to run her nails lightly over his stomach.

She couldn't concentrate, not yet, not when Sigurd backed off of her clit for the third time.

"Damn it Sigurd," she growled in frustration and clenched her teeth as he chuckled against her folds.

And then Lucius shifted, hitting her back wall. Just. Fucking. Right. Sigurd latched on to her clit just as she careened over the edge, screaming with her release. Lucius climaxed as another powerful wave overtook her, her whole-body clenching down. He kissed her shoulder and pulled out, loudly admiring the view of his seed leaking down her thighs. Rough hands caressed her arse, spreading her open amid the happy noises her voyeurs were making at the sight.

With a whispered charm, she was clean again. Abraxas pulled her up on his lap, encouraging her to straddle his body. He rubbed her sensitive clit and Sigurd reached around to pinch her nipples and roll them between his fingers. She was hot, so hot. Their fingers induced another lust filled haze and Hermione couldn't help rolling her hips against Abraxas' erection.

She lifted her arm and wrapped it around Sigurd's neck behind her.

"I thought you wanted something slower, something in that big bed of yours," Hermione panted.

"I do but that will have to come later. I can't be a part of this and yet walk away without having you," He pulled her up a bit, running his cock between her folds before sinking in to the hilt. Abraxas grabbed the back of her neck dislodging her arm from Sigurd while bringing her lips to his, forcing her body closer, letting her clit grind against his cock even as she was taken from behind.

She nearly purred as her nipples ground against Abraxas' body, his light chest hair tickled her dusky nipples. His tongue was caressing her own, sucking her lips, making them plumper from the attention. She moaned into his mouth as she felt the familiar build up leading to her bliss.

Sigurd thrust evenly watching as he buried his cock in her glistening slit over and over, admiring the view from behind.

"Sigurd?" Abraxas muttered, and the Viking pulled out, letting Abraxas fill her, watching as she rode him for all she was worth. He pumped his cock a few times, dragging his hands over her arousal, coating his fingers with it. Tentatively, he caressed her cleft with his fingers.

Hermione drew in a surprised breath and moaned. It felt good. No, better than good, amazing. She shuddered as he pressed against her, pushing the tip of his finger inside. She was gone, her orgasm an explosion in her mind.

Abraxas shattered with her, grinding into her as he let her body wring out every ounce of his seed.

He slipped from her and Sigurd was there, pushing back into her, finger still in her bum.

"Merlin," she choked. It was too much. She couldn't do it again yet. She was going numb.

"One more, Elskede," he whispered, dropping kisses on to her neck.

"I can't," she said.

"Yes, you can,"

They groaned together as he hit that sweet spot and her body clenched around him. His cock stroked that spot over and over and over until she was a whirling mass of feelings. She arched her back, pussy throbbing in time to his dual thrusts, clenching around both cock and finger.

"Come for me," he demanded softly. For the final time, she came undone, completely shattered as he pulled his finger out of her and sped up his thrusts. He was a fiend chasing after his completion, flesh smacked against flesh, loud breathing from her watchers echoed in her head, blood pounding in her ears.

"Fuuck…" Sigurd cursed as he stilled, body pumping his release into hers.

He pulled out and collapsed onto the bed next to Abraxas. Hermione was sprawled over Abraxas' spent body and struggled to catch her breath.

She lifted her head to catch the dark lustful eyes of Lucius and Draco. "Let's do that again," she said.

Draco raised his eyebrows. "Right now?"

Hermione laughed breathlessly. "How about tomorrow?"

"Mother would be ecstatic to have Bast for a while every day," Draco said, highly amused.

"Excellent. It's a date," she mumbled as she fell back asleep.