I have so, so much love for my beta, RESimon. Please go check out her Nevmione, Not But For You - it's linked in my favorites.
I'd also like to give a huge shoutout to SenLinYu for being so kind and patient enough to answer my parenting questions. This shoutout is a bit belated because I've used her advice for a few chapters now, but she's been such a gem. She was even kind enough to pull up videos of her children (!) when they were Emma's age to help me out - I can't thank her enough. She's amazing.
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
"Emma!" Hermione attempted to hold down Scorpius while reaching a hand out to stop Emma from gnawing on Carina's arm. "Stop that—"
Emma growled at her sister and made to swat at her when Carina scurried away, holding the charmed ladybug they'd been chasing after tightly in her tiny fist.
James chose that moment to roll over into Scorpius, leaving his half-done up nappy on the ground in the spot where he had previously lain. Both infants burst into giggles as Hermione tried to secure them down by their chests.
"Hermione, sweetheart—"
"I'm their mother, mum," Hermione shifted to wave a dismissive hand at her before deciding against it and continuing to secure James down instead, "I can do this."
Hermione's mother laughed lightly. "You also have five children under the age of two."
"Yes—" Hermione said, spelling the final tie into place on Scorpius' nappy before starting on James, "— but I don't spend enough time with each of them as it is, and I should be able to watch all five on my own."
Her mother laughed again as she descended to her knees beside Hermione. "I only had one child and I would have loved any and all the extra help I could have gotten," she said, lifting Scorpius into her arms. "I never refused it."
Hermione sighed as James crawled off toward his sisters. "I know. I just feel guilty that they're spending so much time with others."
"Meaning their fathers and caregivers?" Her mother raised an eyebrow at her.
Hermione gave her a small smile. "You know what I meant."
Her mother smoothed a hand through Hermione's hair. "I do," she said, glancing down at Scorpius. "But you, too, should understand that mothers feel nothing but guilt for so many things."
"I know, mum, but I—Elizabeth's awake," she said, peeking over into the newborn's bassinet.
"Hermione," her mother swatted Hermione away from where she'd been about to gather Elizabeth into her arms. "She's fine where she is. And do not try to argue with me — you're spreading yourself too thin out of guilt that you're not doing enough for your children. And—" her mother snatched Scorpius' sock out of James' hands before he could resume chewing on it, "you seem to have forgotten that you're a wife, too."
Hermione groaned. "I haven't, mum, but—"
She was silenced by her mother's finger on her lips. "Shush. If I recall correctly, Arthur mentioned something about dinner this evening on his way out?"
"He'll understand."
Her mother frowned. "'He'll understand' once multiplies tenfold before you know it. Suddenly, a decade will have flown by and your children will all be off to Hogwarts. Then you'll regret the time you missed with your husbands over the years."
Hermione looked to her children again, then back to her mother.
Her mother's voice softened. "Don't be afraid to leave them anymore. He's dead. The other is in prison. You're safe now. Your children are safe now."
Hermione nodded and pulled her mother into a hug. When she pulled back, her mother cupped her cheeks gently and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You and my grandchildren are everything to me. However many there may be," she added jokingly.
Hermione laughed lightly, then sighed.
Her mother frowned. "You should be proud of what you've accomplished, Hermione. Getting that proposal through and having so many parts of it approved — it's a testament to your brilliance."
"Thanks, mum," Hermione bit her lip. "It's just— when I was writing it, I wasn't thinking of myself. Not really. I was thinking about all the other women who were a victim to a desperate measure that I helped to enact."
"Hermione— that all sounds formidable, in my opinion."
"For them, mum," she said. "But for me… I've had more than half the number of children expected of me, which means that I can choose to have the next any time I wish as long as it is within the next two years. Even then, I can apply for a reprieve and they may even grant it if they've determined that the population expansion won't suffer for it. At first, the Ministry was acting out of desperation and fear, forcing us to churn out as many children as we could to prove that this works. Now that they know that it does, they've been willing to be more lenient with a lot of things. But I have three husbands whom I haven't given children yet — two of whom don't have children of their own."
"Have you talked to them about it?"
Hermione shook her head. "I don't know how to broach the subject. I feel like they'll say whatever they think will make me happy because they were there throughout my pregnancies, but that means I may never know how they really feel about it. Would it be unfair to make them wait that long while my other husbands thrive with their children?"
"I know that's not what you're really thinking, Hermione. We both know that it wouldn't."
Hermione tried to look away, but her mother caught her chin gently before she could. "You're worried that you might change your mind if you do delay."
Hermione froze before she gave her mother a slow nod. "I don't want to feel this way, but...it was easier, almost, just having them back to back. Now, the longer I go without being pregnant, the more I dread it. But, at the same time— I do want to have their children. I truly do. I just— I'm so confused."
She was surprised to hear her mother let out a small laugh. "It's wonderful that you have nothing but time to think about it then, isn't it?"
At that, Hermione laughed. "I suppose I do."
X
Hermione spelled the clasp of her heels securely closed before she stood and cursed at the immediate ache on the arch of her feet. She sank back down onto the chaise lounge and lifted her wand when she heard a throat clear at the open doorway. She looked up to see Arthur standing there with Scorpius perched on his hip, smiling down at her.
"Looks like mum needs some assistance, doesn't she?" he said to Scorpius as he set the infant down onto the marble floor. Scorpius immediately began crawling towards his mother, grinning widely as he moved toward her.
"Hello Scorpius," Hermione said. "You're so quick!"
"That he is," Arthur agreed as he crossed over to her. "Kingsley and I found him and James trying to make a snack out of poor Knobby's fingers just now."
Hermione groaned. "The children have been terrorizing the elves nonstop. Just yesterday Carina caught ahold of the yarn of poor Tibby's dress that she just knitted and quite nearly unraveled the whole thing."
Arthur threw his head back and laughed. "I'm sure they don't mind. A little excitement never hurts."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Knobby still leaves the room as soon as Emma enters it."
"You've birthed some wonderful mischief-makers, is all, I should know about that better than anyone," Arthur laughed as he gave her a gentle peck. He bent and charmed her stilettos for comfort before helping her to her feet. "Better?"
Hermione smiled and nodded. "Much," she said. She watched the way his fingers lingered on the bare skin of her calf as his eyes traveled up to where her dress stopped at mid-thigh. "See something you like?" she lowered her voice.
"Very much," Arthur breathed, letting his fingers skim higher up her skin in a way that left a tingle in its wake.
It was then that another, smaller hand caught hold of her other calf. She looked down to see Scorpius grinning up at her, his eyes wide and innocent.
Arthur straightened with a chuckle. "I'd almost forgotten why we stopped by in the first place," he said. "I wanted to see if you're still up to our date tonight, but seeing as though you're already dressed…" he trailed off with another meaningful look at the clingy crimson material of her dress that left little to the imagination.
Hermione flushed. "I'll go say goodnight to the girls and I'll meet you in the Entrance Hall in a bit."
Arthur took up her hand and squeezed it. "And I'll put Scorpius down for the night."
Hermione nodded and disapparated, reappearing in the hall just outside the door to Carina's nursery. She pushed open the door and walked in, looking around for her daughter when she froze.
Severus and Lucius stood in the middle of the nursery, holding each others' daughters. The men had paused what appeared to be mid-conversation, and both were watching her intently.
Or her dress, rather.
Their eyes were fixated below her neck, each man's dark gaze tracing the way the dark red fabric dipped low at her chest, exposing ample cleavage, before clinging tightly to her every curve and stopping abruptly at mid-thigh. She hadn't thought to don the long cloak she'd intended to wear for the evening before coming to say goodnight, and was now torn between if it had been a good or bad idea. The rush of heat between her legs told her it was the former.
"Good night," she said, her voice soft as she felt her husbands' gazes still lingering on her attire as she approached.
She averted her eyes to her daughters, trying to avoid the heat of her husbands' gazes. "Hello, Emma," she said, approaching where Lucius held her in his arms.
"Hi!" Emma smiled, giggling when her mother planted several kisses across her face.
"Mummy's going out for the evening, so you be good for your fathers, alright?" Hermione said as she gave Carina kisses on her cheeks. Carina merely continued sucking on her fingers while Emma buried her face into Lucius' robes.
Hermione stepped back, biting her lip as she looked between her husbands. Before her head could catch up with her actions and stop her from what she was doing, she found herself leaning up to give Severus a kiss. It ended nearly as quickly as it began, but she caught the surprise in his expression nonetheless. She turned and looked at Lucius then, and before she could lose her nerve did the same. Both kisses were over in mere moments, but the heat that suffused her body lingered.
"Goodnight," she rushed as she ducked her head and scurried to the door, ignoring the wetness that stirred in her core.
X
Hermione paced in front of her sitting room doors, her hand continuously twitching toward the doorknob before landing back at her side. Each lap she made before the towering doors made a light breeze that rustled her dressing gown, reminding her of exactly how little she wore beneath.
Lucius' rooms were only a couple dozen steps across the main sitting room beyond the doors, yet they felt a world away. Although it was Lucius' night, the man had said nary a word to her about it. Not that he usually did. Instead, he would breeze into her rooms late into the night, unannounced, and do the deed without a moment wasted. He was no longer cool and detached but had instead become almost clinical about the process. His kisses were rare, save for the desperate heated ones that he reserved for when they were in the throes of passion. He didn't always appear, but he no longer rejected her, either.
The heat that his and Severus' gazes had stirred within her had yet to calm. Although she and Arthur had managed to take the time for a quick romp in his rooms before he'd been due to return to work, it had done little but inflame the need she'd felt for her two brooding husbands. Without taking the time to dive into indecision once more, she pulled open the door and strode into their main sitting room.
She made it about a half dozen steps before she found herself retreating back into her rooms at a near run. It was only when she was safely behind her firmly closed bedroom doors that she let out the breath she'd been holding. She felt ridiculous that she was too embarrassed to tell her husband what she wanted. How she needed it, in a way that she knew he was more than able to—
"Do tell me," a silky smooth voice spoke from the darkness, "what ails you, Mrs. Snape?"
Hermione had frozen when he'd spoken, and her heartbeat now resumed in a stuttered staccato. Severus' voice had at once startled and aroused her further, and she remained where she was in order to prevent him from hearing the sounds of her slickened thighs sliding together as she moved.
"Severus," she said. "What—?"
He was upon her in only a moment, making her realize how much she'd misjudged his proximity.
"Tell me," he said, and she could hear the smirk in his voice, "what were you seeking out there, dressed like...this?" He caught the edge of her thin satin dressing gown between two fingers, inching it up as he inspected it.
She flushed and tugged the fabric out of his grip. She rubbed her thighs together involuntarily, then flushed deeper as she wondered if she'd imagined the slick noise she'd heard as she'd done it, or if he had heard it too.
She chanced a peek up at him and found a bemused smirk dancing on his lips. He leaned forward until the warmth of his breath tickled her cheek as he spoke his next words. "Are you in need of any assistance, wife?"
"Perhaps," she breathed into his ear. One of her hands fluttered to his chest, feeling the heat of him through the hard muscle she found there.
One of his hands snaked around to her back, and he pressed her against him momentarily before she felt them being sucked away—
They landed in his lab.
She looked around dazedly for a moment, feeling exposed in the brightly lit room. The room was as chilly as always, and her nipples immediately perked up.
Severus' dark gaze was now in full view as he appraised her attire, his black eyes seeming to probe through what little she wore. "Show me," he said simply.
Hermione blinked. "Show you…?"
He said nothing and instead raised an eyebrow as he crossed his arms and waited.
She stood there for a frozen moment, processing his words. What she wanted was him. For him to keep looking at her the way he was, to touch her the way she knew he could…
Steeling her nerves, she caught the waistband of her thin satin shorts and slowly began peeling them down. This was what she'd been yearning for all night. The heat and tension of feeling his attention upon her, knowing he would make her beg for every ounce of pleasure he gave her. His eyes darkened as she folded over the waistband, slow and teasing as she exposed the topmost bits of the soft hairs at the top of her mound. She tugged them lower still, her confidence growing under the heat of her husband's gaze.
She stopped only when her cunt was completely exposed and her shorts were pooled around her ankles. She let him take in the patch of neatly trimmed hair on her mound, down to where her lips exposed her swollen clit. She knew that some of the slick wetness that had trickled down her thigh likely glistened in the light. He watched her steadily for a few long moments, her arousal only growing the longer the silence stretched.
"Sit," he said.
She stepped out of her shorts, the chill on her cunt only further inflaming her arousal. She made toward the empty seat beside him only for it to slide away from her. She scowled and made for the one on his other side only for that one to slip away as well.
"Sit, Mrs. Snape," he said again, and it was then that she understood his intention.
She stepped forward until she could lower herself into his lap. She could feel his hardness beneath his robes and ground herself slowly against it until his hands on her hips held her firmly in place.
"Tell me," he started, his voice low and seductive in her ear as he spoke, "what would I get if I mixed peppermint, powdered moonstone, pearl dust…"
He was kidding. Hermione rubbed against where his hand had stopped its ascent up her thigh. "Severus," she groaned, "I can't, I need you—" she was stopped short by him snapping two fingers against her inner thigh.
"Answer the question, Mrs. Snape." His hand resumed its slow ascent up her thigh. "Rose thorns, ashwinder eggs…"
"A…" Hermione's thoughts were a jumbled mass of pleasure as his fingertips teased across her clit.
He gave her a light smack on her clit and she gasped. "Time wasted only adds a lengthier punishment."
His threat sent a shiver of pleasure up her spine. "It's a…" she gasped again as he dipped one finger inside of her only to take it out just as quickly. "—love potion," she gasped.
He slapped her clit once more and she mewled.
"Incorrect." She could hear the smirk in his voice. "You neglected to ask if those were all the ingredients."
Hermione ground openly against him again, trying — and failing — to get his fingers to slip inside her once again. "Tell me."
"Rose petals, fluxweed, and…" Two fingers slid inside of her and stayed there, woefully unmoving. "Unicorn hair."
"I…" Hermione moaned as his fingers started to move, tearing her further away from the calculations she tried to make in her head. "Severus, please." She let her head fall back onto his shoulder as he moved his fingers within her.
As if sensing how close she was to tumbling over the edge, he slowed his movements. "Think," he said.
He let out a low chuckle as she tried to ride his fingers anyway, seeking the same sensation as when they'd been curled inside of her only moments before.
She forced herself to focus through the haze of lust, desperately seeking the answer—
"An aphrodisiac," she said.
There was a moment of suspended silence where all she could feel was her walls pulsing around his fingers in anticipation.
"Correct," he smirked against her skin. His fingers restarted with renewed vigor, pumping and curling within her at a pace that had her shouting out her climax only seconds later. Before she'd finished twitching out the last of the aftershocks, Severus lifted her and carried her a few steps away. He lifted her arms over her head and she watched as he summoned a length of rope from a shelf and let it wrap itself around her wrists in an intricate knot before attaching itself to the ceiling above her.
He circled her slowly, taking in every inch of her. Her entire body vibrated with anticipation as she waited for his next move. He flicked a finger over where a hard nipple strained through her top before drawing it down, down, down until it threaded through the soft hairs of her mound.
"Which would you like first — your punishment or your reward?" His finger drew through the slickness that coated her clit.
Hermione moaned and rolled against his fingertip, yearning for more than the light, teasing touches he was giving her. She wanted...both.
"Reward first," she gasped as his finger pressed down more insistently.
"Very well," he smirked.
She hadn't noticed when he'd divested himself of his topmost layers, but she now saw that he wore nothing but a shirt and trousers. His hand moved to the placket of his trousers, and he slowly undid his trousers until his cock hung out, hard and flushed with need.
He stepped closer, smirking down at where she was already trying to spread her legs wide for him. He stopped when he was but a hair's breadth away before he drew her into a bruising kiss.
Hermione practically keened in his arms, drawing him as close to her as she could despite her bound hands. He kissed her back as desperately as she kissed him, both lost in their burning lust. His hard cock was trapped between them, and she tried to hitch her legs around his waist, grinding herself against him.
"Please," she moaned when he moved to suck at her neck.
She felt him smile into her skin before he hitched her legs properly around him. He then caught his cock and guided it inside her in one fluid movement. They both gasped as he entered her slowly, her slick cunt stretching slowly to accommodate his girth.
Hermione moaned and pressed herself down further on his length as he slowly slid himself in and back out of her. She was so tightly wound with pleasure that she could feel a second climax quickly approaching. He pulled out and snapped his hips against hers again and she let out a loud gasp of pleasure.
She kissed him again, moaning into him as she felt herself approaching the precipice—
He pulled out abruptly, leaving her walls convulsing around emptiness where she'd once been so deliciously full.
"Severus," she whined as he smirked again. "I need you, please—"
He ran a finger up her throat until he could tilt her chin upward. "You seem to have forgotten your punishment," he said. He turned and walked over to the nearest shelf. His cock was hard and still gleamed with her wetness, bobbing as he moved. He tapped his wand and a nondescript wooden box transformed into a familiar gleaming silver box.
"Oh," she breathed as she watched him pull off the lid and lift out a familiar onyx paddle. The carved out snake that was curved into an intricate "S" was at the center of her vision as he moved closer until he stopped before her. She pressed her thighs together as she recalled the pleasure commingled with the pain when he used it on her, leaving his personal insignia branded into her bottom and thighs until she would spell them away at the last possible moment.
"Besides," he said lowly, "is the punishment not the true reward?"
The last thing she saw was dark, shimmering fabric as her eyes were suddenly covered in darkness. She felt the tie secure itself behind her head, further cementing the newfound darkness.
There was nothing— but anticipation almost left a physical sensation across her body— then there was his finger at her slit, slipping down until he plunged it inside of her. She cried out at the suddenness of the sensation — and the pleasure that accompanied it.
"It excites you, does it not?" She shivered from the sensation of her husband's breath so close to her ear, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
"Yes," she breathed.
"Good."
Her only warning was a whoosh of air before the paddle connected with her behind. "Ah!" she cried, feeling the lingering sting of it and imagining the reddened "S" that had now formed there.
He gave her only a second to catch her breath before he brought the paddle down three more times in quick succession, alternating between her arsecheeks and her thighs.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she cried with each swipe. She panted hard when he stopped, her toes curling against the stone floor as she waited for him to continue. Her heavy breaths filled the silence, her anticipation peaking as—
She froze when she heard it. It was almost drowned out by the sound of her heart pounding in her ears, but unmistakable nonetheless.
Footsteps.
Panic flooded her brain as she thought of her position, her cunt on display while she wore nothing but a scrap of thin satin on top—
"It appears we have a visitor." Severus was nonchalant, and she could hear the amusement in his voice.
"A—a vis—" Panic continued to course through her as she realized she would be unable to hide quickly enough, bound to her position by the rope that held her fast to the ceiling.
The footsteps were louder now, drawing dangerously close to where they were.
"Shall we ask him if he cares to join?"
Hermione was still frozen, her heart still racing. "Am— am I married to him?" she blurted out, the words coming out before she could manage to think her question through.
The footsteps stopped.
She heard a low, familiar chuckle. "I believe you are," the newcomer answered, just the sound of his voice managing to send more heat to her core.
"Yellow," she said.
The cloth fell away from her eyes not a moment later, revealing Lucius standing before her. His grey eyes were dark as they trailed over her body, and she shivered as though he was touching rather than just looking at her.
His eyes stopped on hers, searching hers as much as she did his. She looked to Severus who stood beside him, then between them again. The tension was thick, and she was the only one who could break it. Her heart thrummed as the thought of what would transpire if she were to utter only one word. They were her husbands. The fathers of her children. She could trust them. It was undeniable that she wanted — needed — them both. Above that…
They wanted her, too. Both men's eyes were dark with desire. Severus' cock still hung from his trousers, hard and gleaming as he watched her, waiting. Their desire propelled her own, coursing through her in an inferno that only their touch could put out—
"Green," she breathed.
There was a beat of frozen silence before she felt the ropes loosening and falling into tatters around her. Lucius moved his wand from where it had been pointed at the rope to one of the stools behind them. With one flick of his wrist, he summoned it and transfigured it into a velvet-lined bench. He settled down upon it, his eyes never leaving her body.
He lifted a finger and twirled it in a slow circle. It took him raising an eyebrow at her for her to realize what he wanted. She turned slowly, stopping only once she was facing him again.
A bemused smirk played on Lucius' lips. "I see you've lain claim upon our wife," he said.
"Naturally," Severus answered.
"Closer."
Again, it took Hermione a moment to realize Lucius had switched to speaking to her again. She stepped closer until his hand seized her hip and he twisted her around until the markings scattered along the skin of her arse and thighs were bared to him. Hermione shivered with pleasure as his warm hand traced the marks.
"You always were one for theatrics, Severus," Lucius remarked casually as he ran two fingers between her lips to find her opening before slipping them inside.
Hermione's barely contained moans nearly drowned out Severus' response. "Hardly," he scoffed. "Just how many peacocks is it that you have again?"
Lucius chuckled lowly. "Fair enough." His fingers continued to spear inside of her, and her breathing grew more labored with his every movement. He pulled out abruptly. "I'd like to make a few marks of my own, wife." He spread his legs and looked at her expectantly.
Hermione moved on shaky legs until she could drape herself over his lap. Immediately, he rained down a series of slaps on her already reddened skin. He rubbed her bottom in slow, teasing strokes immediately after. Hermione moaned and rolled her hips against him, trying to increase the friction of her clit against his trousers.
He gave her three more hard smacks. "I don't believe I gave you permission to come, Mrs. Malfoy."
"Please," Hermione said, moaning as she tried to rub herself on him again despite his warning.
He forced her legs further apart and plunged three fingers inside her without preamble, making Hermione cry out at the sudden intrusion and try in vain to ride his fingers.
"So tight despite all the cock you take," Lucius said, plunging his fingers deeper.
"Indeed," Severus said. Hermione turned her head weakly to find him casually stroking himself as he watched her. "Impressive, I must say."
"More," she moaned. "Please…" She felt mindless with lust.
"What is it that you're requesting, Mrs. Snape?" Severus asked. He flicked two fingers and her top disintegrated. He stepped closer and palmed a breast, flicking his thumb casually over a nipple.
"Do tell," Lucius said, slowing the pace of his fingers just as her walls began to flutter around him.
"You," she moaned, then bit her lip. "Both of you," she added more softly.
Severus raised an eyebrow and squeezed her breast harder. "You have us both, do you not?"
Lucius chuckled and pressed his fingers in deeper, curling them in a way that made her shudder. "Are you not satisfied with what you're being given?" She could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Cock," she said, panting. "Cock, please, I need your cock."
Lucius pulled his fingers out of her entirely and she moaned at the loss. She reached up a hand to paw at where Severus' cock bobbed before her, smiling as he shuddered. His length was too thick for her hand to close around it completely, so she settled for running a hand up and down his velvety length, feeling the thick veins that pulsed beneath it as she explored him.
She felt Lucius undoing his trousers and rubbed herself against him, desperate for what she knew was coming. She yelped when she was suddenly lifted bodily, her hand falling away from Severus' cock before she found herself being pressed face down into the bench's plush velvet cushion. She felt the bench widen, and not a second later Lucius lifted her knees and spread them wide, presenting her wet cunt to him.
He shoved his cock inside of her in one hard thrust, and Hermione screamed. His hips snapped hard against hers as he started fucking her with rough, deep strokes. Hermione's body seized and convulsed around him as her orgasm took her without warning, drowning out every feeling except that of the delicious slide of her husband's cock within her. She was vaguely aware of herself making incomprehensible noises as her body continued to spasm, but all she could focus on was the feeling that overwhelmed her. Tears stung her eyes as the waves continued to hit her, drawn out in their intensity.
It was what felt like minutes before she came to to find Severus kneeling in front of her, his thick, weeping cock prodding against her cheek. Lucius hadn't ceased his pounding, his rough fucking only inflaming the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Severus pulled her up until he could slide his cock in her mouth. She straightened until she was properly on her hands and knees, her hands shaky but strengthened by her determination to pleasure him. She sucked his cock greedily, and the lewd, wet noises she made only added to the loud sounds of skin slapping against skin as Lucius continued to pound away at her from behind.
She shivered when she felt one of Lucius' fingers prodding at her rear hole. "I do recall promising you that I would one day take you here," he mused, not sounding even remotely out of breath despite his vigorous strokes.
Hermione managed only to moan her acquiescence around Severus' cock, which in turn made him tangle his fingers in her hair and press her down deeper upon his cock. She felt a soothing wetness as her rear hole relaxed under Lucius' muttered spell before he slipped a finger inside.
"Yes," she heard him chuckle lowly, "I do think I shall."
He slipped his cock out of her a moment later, and she pulled off of Severus' cock to gasped at the loss. "More—"
Severus immediately drew her head back. "I do not recall giving you permission to stop," he said, drawing the wet tip of his cock across her face and leaving a sticky trail of precum in its wake before plunging it back inside of her mouth.
She continued to suck at him liberally for a few more moments before she felt Lucius' hand tap her thigh. She pulled off of Severus to see Lucius leaning back on an elbow, slowly stroking himself as he watched her. He looked down at his cock before raising an eyebrow at her.
She obeyed immediately. She crawled over and positioned herself above his cock, reaching down a hand to guide him into her back entrance when he offered her no assistance. She gasped as she slowly let him fill her, all the while watching Severus through hooded eyelids as he stroked himself and approached.
Her legs were spread wide, giving him an unobstructed display of her dripping cunt. "Please," she moaned, too overcome with lust to form her request in words.
Lucius reared up and forced her the rest of the way down on his cock then, while Severus moved forward until he could slide himself inside of her waiting cunt in one smooth movement.
Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes at the perfection of the fullness of their two thick cocks. Her husbands began fucking her with abandon, and she lost herself to the overwhelming pleasure of the two men inside of her. She no longer knew where her body ended and theirs began, only that their fluid movements as a whole created a blinding pleasure within her so intense that she lost herself completely to the sensation.
It was only when she came to a short while later that she realized she'd briefly blacked out from the overwhelming pleasure. She blinked open heavy lids to find Severus watching her concernedly.
"Are you alright?" he asked. He cupped her cheek and wiped away a stray tear that had fallen there.
Hermione smiled, still feeling dazed. "More than." Her voice came out in a slur. Both men's cocks were still buried deep inside of her, and her cunt still fluttered aftershocks around them.
Lucius had an arm tightly around her waist, holding her securely. She had fallen mostly backward into his chest, and flushed and sat up straight when she realized he was only holding them up with one arm — not that he appeared to be struggling.
Severus pulled himself out of her cunt with a lewd wet sound, and she looked down to see his come dribbling out. He smirked before taking two fingers and sliding it back inside of her. "Would be a shame to waste it." He pressed his fingers inside of her until she let out a low moan. Hermione hummed in contentment as she felt Severus' hand withdraw and he began rubbing her thigh slowly.
Lucius' arm tightened gently around her middle. "Are you certain you're alright?"
"Mm," Hermione responded, turning to kiss him.
He nodded when she pulled back and lifted her off of his cock. She felt his come sliding out of her and sighed contentedly as he laid her down upon the plush velvet.
"Thank you," she said, sighing happily. He nodded and slid away.
She felt a wetness against her cunt and looked down to see Severus wiping gently at her holes with a damp cloth. She lay back again and let out a soft hum of appreciation at the tingle of it against her still-sensitive cunt. She heard a rustle of clothing and then footsteps, and managed to raise herself on weakened arms to see Lucius' back as he exited through the open doorway.
Severus followed her gaze. "Lucius is…" he trailed off.
Hermione nodded. "I understand."
Severus lifted her gently in his arms and waved his hands over her, spelling the rest of her body clean. She sighed contentedly as he turned her over and rubbed a salve into her reddened bottom, soothing it whilst ensuring that the reddened marks remained. He then wrapped her in a soft blanket before giving her a slow kiss.
"I love you," she said when he pulled back.
He looked deeply into her eyes before drawing her into another deep kiss. He cupped her cheek and stroked it softly with his thumb when he pulled back. "I…"
She knew that he struggled with the words, often relying on action instead. "I know," she said, silencing him. "I know."
I'm a day late, but I hope you all enjoyed a good dose of Severus in celebration of his 60th (!) birthday. This has, of course, been one of my most highly requested chapters since the start, lolol. Can't wait to hear your thoughts!
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