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Hermione raised an eyebrow at him.
"Some water and some fruit first, darling. Take a little break."
She nodded her assent and took a deep draught from the glass Draco proffered before he took it back to empty it himself. The plate on the table still bore various pieces of fruit. Hermione chose an orange slice for herself and a handful of grapes for Draco.
The juicy sweetness exploded on her tongue. Relaxing, she took stock of what was going on with the others.
Padma was steering toward them, her clothes over her arm. "I'm off to bed now," she announced as she stopped in front of them to struggle into her undergarments.
Hermione cast a look at Blaise, whose mouth hung open as he jerked his cock, his view fixed on Astoria fingering Pansy. "Alone?" she inquired, but she was distracted as Draco kissed her neck from behind, suckling on small patches of skin. It was one of his favourite spots.
Her jeans halfway up her thighs, Padma's eyebrows twitched up. "I absolutely enjoyed your party, Hermione. But just because I'm single doesn't mean I have to take somebody home after having sex with them." She shrugged her shirt on and raked her hands through her hair.
"You're right. Sorry." Hermione felt Draco's hand snake across her upper torso, tweaking first one nipple, then the other. His cock was fully hard again. Breathlessly, she couldn't resist adding, "But you did have sex with him, yes? I was… preoccupied. He's a good mate, that's all."
Padma kissed her squarely on the mouth and wrapped a strand of Hermione's hair around her finger. Her tongue slipped tantalisingly between Hermione's lips, a suggestion of so much more, but it was over quickly. It left Hermione's heart pumping furiously. She wanted more. Maybe there would be an opportunity one day.
"That tongue of his is a-ma-zing," Padma whispered into Hermione's ear. Straightening her back, she added, "We'll see. Thanks, you two, for creating such an indulgent evening. I'd love a repeat."
"Get home safely, Padma," Draco said. His hips rocked softly up and down, enticing Hermione to grind back. She heard the honest smile in his voice and waved her hand at her friend.
Padma mirrored the gesture before she sashayed past Blaise, trailing her index finger over his collarbone. His eyes snapped to her retreating form immediately, clearly focused on her bum as he choked out his climax. The high curve of his seed spurted out from the tip of his cock, splattering onto his thighs and the carpet at his feet. Jaw slack, his gaze returned to Pansy and Astoria before he simply let himself fall back. He closed his eyes and breathed heavily.
On the other sofa, Pansy jerked as she peaked. Astoria's fingers were buried deeply in her while they snogged each other. Hermione's gaze moved a couple of metres further to Harry and Neville. Harry's fist was moving up and down Neville's cock as the latter faced him, bouncing on Harry's cock.
Not for the first time, Hermione wondered if the two had had something going on after the war. They seemed to be wrapped up in fucking each other. Both Harry's and Neville's cheeks were spotted with pink blotches, their skin gleaming with a sheen of sweat in the candlelight. The way they looked at each other was best described as enraptured, and Neville's groan almost drowned out by their slapping skin. He seized up as he came. Harry was working the other wizard's cock even faster. Spurt after spurt landed on Harry's chest, neck, and face. He only slowed down his pumping after Neville whined and put his hand on Harry's wrist to stop him. Harry thrust up a few times more, then arched his back in a perfect curve, closing the gap between them until they were almost flush, and moaned through his orgasm. He panted when he fell back onto the bed. Neville grimaced when Harry's cock slid out. A heavy sigh left him as Neville climbed off and dropped onto his side, head propped up to peer over the other wizard.
In the other bed, Astoria had taken a glass of juice and was now luxuriating in Pansy's lazy touching. The two witches snuggled a little, exchanging little kisses peppered with much more passionate ones. From time to time, both watched their husbands. Neville and Harry laid back on their bed for a few minutes as Hermione and Draco ate a bit more.
Hermione couldn't deny her increasing ardour. Draco's cock must have been throbbing considering how long he had been sliding it against the crack of her arse without taking it any further. His hands roamed her body, gentle pinches on her curves and soft tugs on her nipples interspersed by lazy circles on her clit. But that wasn't the only reason Hermione's arousal surged. The casual intimacy between the others was a pleasure to see. That alone was pure foreplay to watch, sending Hermione's libido into overdrive. But although she was randy again, she was also content to feel Draco close.
"Do you want to call it a night, sweetheart?"
She hummed and turned her head to look at him from the side. "You wanted a final blowjob to top it all off, right? I'm still up for it."
Kissing her shoulder, his arms squeezed around her. "Are you sure? The potion's regenerative effects won't last forever."
"Yes, and I know."
"Alright." Another kiss on her neck. "The two of us or with somebody else?"
"Who do you think might be agreeable?"
At this moment, Harry got up with a grunt. He stretched his back, completely unashamed of his soft cock dangling, and went over to the women. He pecked Pansy's cheek, then searched Astoria's face before he snogged her.
"Ready to go home, Tori?"
"Yes," she answered, reaching for her wand to flick it in the night's often-repeated swirling motion of a cleansing spell.
Pansy smirked at the display only a nose's length from her own lips, but got up herself to go to her own husband. Harry held out his arm to Astoria to pull her up. She stood fluidly, only to commence in another passionate kissing session as soon as she could reach him. They were definitely showing off, but despite being aware of this, the display made Hermione suck on her lower lip. She would have snogged Draco to within an inch of his life if the sight before her wasn't too marvellous to look away. A final kiss, and the other couple went to the chairs they had put their clothes on earlier. They dressed only minimally, with Harry's shirt not closed at all and Astoria's underwear crunched up in one of her hands, but Hermione knew that the Floo would take them directly to their house, anyway. Hand in hand, they came up to Hermione and Draco.
In the background, Blaise had finished dressing—much more neatly—and stood behind them. The view of him with his hands pushed into his trouser pockets screamed cultivated nonchalance, although Hermione would have wagered that he had never attended an orgy before. This didn't make his face any less smug, though.
"I was… hesitant," Astoria admitted, "but I had a lovely evening." She air-kissed Hermione's cheeks. This was a little awkward after having eaten out the other witch and having her squirt all over her face, but all the same, Hermione understood the need to distance sex and general social interactions.
"I'm just glad you came to participate," Hermione said. "Drink more water when you get home. Helps with the exhaustion."
"We will," Harry replied, taking Astoria's hand to go to the Floo around the corner of the entrance of the room.
Blaise looked from Hermione to Draco, and then at Pansy and Neville. He shook his head with a wry grin and said, "My cue to get into my own bed, too. Pleasant evening you two have organised." He moved to peck Hermione's cheek, but she stopped him with a hand on his arm.
From under her lashes, she looked up at him. "You have to teach me that enlargement spell you used for your wand."
He furrowed his brow for a split second, then his features smoothened as he grinned. "That one. A Zabini special."
"Just teach me, Blaise," she demanded, but she softened the words with an indulgent smile.
Blaise laughed as he pulled his wand out of his pocket. "Hold your horses, Granger. The spell won't go anywhere." He drew the tip of the wand up and moved it in one and a half spirals. "The incantation is Baculum Magicum. You have to move your whole arm, not just your wrist or hand. Make sure to time the words with the movements." He watched attentively as she followed his instructions. "The whole arm. It needs something more hefty than a finger wiggle." He winked and faked a mortal wound when she poked him playfully with her unchanged wand.
Hermione finished the wand movements at the same time as the spell. Looking it up and down, she couldn't see any changes on the vine wood.
"Touch it. Close your hand around it. Imagine it's Draco's co—" He wheezed as Draco surged forward to stab a finger into his ribs. "Alright, alright," Blaise conceded.
"Ah, there it is," Hermione exclaimed. Her fist closed around an invisible shield on her wand. It gave a nice, solid surface. Smooth to the touch, but still a little pliable. She had already formulated her next question, but Blaise seemed to have it anticipated.
"A simple Engorgio charm alters the circumference. Add as much whoomp as you like. Or whatever Draco can take." He took a quick step back to escape the playful fist Draco aimed at his ribs. "A simple Finite Incantatem will undo it."
Hermione grinned, her hand fisting the entire faux-cock up and down leisurely. "Thank you. Appreciate it." She held her cheek for him to kiss her goodbye.
Considering it safe enough again, Blaise slapped his hand on Draco's shoulder. "See you at Quidditch next month," he said to him. "Sleep well, Hermione. Although, I have no doubt you will." Dimples showed as he grinned cheekily.
"Night, mate."
"Good night, Blaise," Hermione said and observed him swagger to the doorway before she turned her attention back to her wand and dispelled the charm. She shifted on Draco's lap with a satisfied smile. In her book, learning new spells rated at least as high as having orgasms, although the combination of both turned out to be her personal pinnacle of satisfaction.
She leaned back against Draco's chest. Wand trick or not, she would remember the lovely stretch she'd experienced from Blaise's cock buried deep inside of her. She took a deep breath as the feeling replayed in her head. It didn't surprise her much that she involuntarily tensed her vaginal muscles, but she wished she could clench them around something substantial instead of nothing.
In the meantime, Pansy and Neville spoke in soft voices, casting occasional looks at Hermione and Draco. Smiling, Neville cupped Pansy's face and kissed her. The Slytherin witch scooted closer, slinging one leg over Neville's thigh. She canted her other leg outward, opening her pink-flushed cunt into view.
Draco put his chin on Hermione's shoulders. "Pretty pussy," he whispered with a husky voice and slid his arms around her. His hands cupped her breasts loosely, grazing her stiff nipples casually. Yes, she was sore, every touch walking the thin line between plain discomfort and the level of pain she still considered pleasurable. It was a sure way to drive her bonkers. He knew that. "She's doing that on purpose, of course. I bet her come is just dripping out of her like that." Pressing his lips on the edge of her jaw, he added, "No clue who else's come, too. I bet she wants your mouth on it."
Hermione became impossibly wetter at his words. She undulated her hips a little harder, increasing the slide of her arse along Draco's cock. "I don't know about that. Maybe she wants you to do her again."
"Maybe. I suppose there are ways to find out." He tweaked her nipples again, gently. Hermione arched her back as she felt coolness on them. The sensation rushed from them to the base of her clit. She moaned. There were definite perks to having a partner who knew what buttons to press.
Neville had his hands between Pansy's thighs, rubbing her slit up and down with an occasional dip into her core. Pansy closed her fist around Neville's cock, stroking him up and down in a synchronised rhythm. She twisted her hand with every pass over the tip.
"On your hands and knees, sweetheart. So we both can see them." Draco murmured into her ear. He nibbled on her lobe.
"Not fond of rug burns myself."
He grabbed his wand from the side table and murmured a cushioning spell as he gestured to the floor. "Fret not. Your knees are safe."
She flashed a smile at him and slipped onto the floor. Keeping her upper body upright as she slowly crawled on her knees to get closer to the other couple, she made sure to give a little show herself. She kneaded her breasts and stroked her hands all over herself. Hermione's thighs slid against each other, her slick creating a slippery layer of spend both from herself and the others. It turned her on even more to know that she would get stuffed full of Draco's cock now, that he would add his own seed once more. She didn't hear him moving behind her, focused instead on the couple in front of her, but she felt his hands sliding from her shoulders along her spine to grasp both her arse cheeks as she settled for an advantageous spot.
From here, she could see the cloudy wetness on Pansy's cunt and on Neville's fingers. He varied between thrusting into her with two or three fingers, flexing them—probably crooking them—whenever he pulled them out. The other woman's lips hung open and she frequently licked over them. Neville moaned almost every time Pansy's hand reached the tip of his cock. His face was buried in her neck, but Hermione could still see the sweat running down his temples as he mouthed her skin.
Hermione felt Draco's cock tracing the crack of her arse. He gripped her hips with both hands, lined up and slipped slowly into her cunt. She pictured him behind her; how he watched his own cock glistening with her wetness and his precome mixed with other wizards' semen. The image of Neville and Pansy getting each other off must have been cranking his lust up just as it did for her. The fact that he got to fuck his own girlfriend at the same time obviously only enhanced the thrill.
Her core clenched of its own volition, eliciting a breathless grunt from him. With the next undulation of his hips, he slammed into her harshly and she had difficulty not simply dropping her upper body at the sensation. She wanted to close her eyes and keen out her pleasure, to pant with his every thrust. But then she wouldn't have been able to watch the others anymore. Rapacious ecstasy coursed through her.
Neville pumped his fingers into Pansy, angling his wrist to place his thumb onto her clit. Head thrown back, she moaned with abandon. His little finger had made its way into her arse, but the other three fingers were hidden in her cunt as he stilled them all except his thumb. He was painting little circles on her clit. Pansy got louder. Hermione didn't think the other witch was paying any mind to her and Draco anymore.
Draco kept a steady pace drilling into her. It was fast and hard, making her groan with every snap of his pelvis. Hermione spread her legs further to give Draco more room to stuff her full. The tip of his cock almost hit her cervix like that, making her issue loud gasps for breath every time he drove his cock into her. A distant part of her mind acknowledged Pansy's arched back and muted cry as she came all over Neville's fingers.
"Up with you," Draco grunted and helped her straighten her back. He circled his arms around her, embracing her in a full-body hug as he kissed her neck again. Hermione closed her eyes for a moment, smiling as she enjoyed Draco's solid presence behind her. He would always have her back. Gingerly, she took his hands and pressed her lips onto his knuckles before she put them on her breasts.
Draco moved slower now. The angle was shallow, not hitting her deepest, most sensitive spots like earlier, but he made it up with his knowing touches. His fingers plucked her nipples, delicately enough to not cause pain, sore as she was, but insistent enough to add to her exaltation. One of his hands wandered down until he reached the triangular patch of hair. Agonisingly slow, he spread her wet labia and skimmed her flesh with the pad of his index finger. When he found his destination, he spread the skin a bit more and began tapping her clit carefully with his middle finger. A guttural groan broke free from Hermione.
In alternating turns, his fingers slipped along the sides of her inner labia. To complete the pattern, he drew a little spiral around her clit with just the right amount of pressure and began anew. Every repetition pushed her closer to orgasm. He wasn't even pumping into her; he just kept her seated on his cock as her inner walls clenched and unclenched around his length. Her breath came in uneven gasps. It felt so good.
"Watch them," Draco whispered. Hermione lifted her eyes from his fingers on her cunt. Before her, Pansy lay limply on her back on the bed, her blissed-out face turned to Hermione and Draco. A pink flush began on her cheeks and continued down her neck. Neville had his face between her legs now, head moving up and down as he made quick strokes with his tongue. Wet sounds emanated from the couple.
Draco's pace on her clit picked up. Hermione's eyes were fixated on Pansy, watching the other witch tremble and grow louder as Neville pushed his fingers into her again. His movements were measured but deep, each one eliciting more and more high-pitched sounds from his wife. Hermione felt her own climax approaching. Draco drew tight circles on her, his cock buried deeply. She began to clench intermittently.
"There you go, darling. You're already fluttering on my cock. You feel so good." He ground up into her. She keened loudly. "You're gonna make me fill you up just through your cunt seizing up around my cock. How do you like that?"
"Yes," Hermione whined, attention divided between the scene in front of her and the unbridled increase of pleasure caused by Draco's words and fingers. She was only a hair's breadth from coming.
Pansy's entire body tensed as she came again. Her legs squeezed around Neville's head, holding it in a tight lock as she spasmed and cried out.
At the same time, Draco's index finger swiped with more pressure across Hermione's clit. It was enough to tip her over the edge. A wail broke from her throat, hoarse and full of rapture as she fell forward.
Draco pumped into Hermione once more, pressing his pelvis deeply into her. Her choked-out name reached her ear, and she knew he was filling her with his seed.
A few seconds passed in overwhelming pleasure. Then Draco let himself fall back with a sepulchral groan, although he kept his hands on her hips, never separating them. Hermione slumped forward, catching herself on one hand which landed between his bent knees, as she tried to clear the haze of her orgasm. His palms moved up her sides and across her shoulder blades in circles before they moved down again. Her tension having loosened a bit, she opened her eyes to see how their friends were doing. Neville was chuckling as he pushed Pansy's legs open, his face red but his expression content. Grunting, he sat up and patted her thighs softly before he took both her feet in his hands.
They smiled at each other. There was a short, non-verbal exchange between the two as he kneaded Pansy's soles and pressed a lingering kiss to both her insteps. Hermione couldn't decipher it and was curious about what would happen now.
Closing Pansy's legs again, Neville placed both her ankles onto one of his shoulders and lowered himself onto her. Thick and proud, his cock jutted out from between his thighs, but he seemed to have lost any inhibitions from their school years. His movements were measured: a sharp snap into Pansy's channel, followed by a slow retraction. She moaned whenever he bottomed out, tongue lolling out of her mouth. Her eyes looked a little glazed over, but she grinned at Hermione. Lifting her hand up and making a V with her index and middle fingers, she flicked her tongue out between them.
Hermione snorted at the lewd gesture, but it turned into a noise of pleasure when Draco moved his hands back up to her breasts. He brushed over them with flat palms, stroking over her nipples, up and down. Astonished by his recovery time, Hermione felt his cock hardening inside of her again. His hands settled onto her hips, lifting her a bit. With a slow thrust, he pushed his cock up into her until they were flush again, then set a slow pace.
"What are they doing?"
Hermione licked her lips. "Neville is pumping into her, and Pansy—" Hermione moaned at an especially deep thrust "—is watching us. I can see on his dick how wet she is."
Draco grunted in response. Repeating his movements faster and faster, he made Hermione whimpered whenever he slammed his whole length into her with abandon. She wasn't sure how he still had reserves to draw from. Her eyes closed on their own as she threw her head back. The wonderful movements of Draco's cock in and out of her took up all of her focus. The glans slipped back and forth over her g-spot, increasing the renewed pressure she felt accumulating in the pit of her stomach. Her cunt was remarkably slick from her own constant arousal and Draco's fresh load, although she began to feel the soreness of hours of sex there, too.
The next time Hermione opened her eyes, Pansy crooked her index finger to invite them up on the bed as if she'd been waiting for the chance. Hermione's mind was a tad sluggish; the continued assault on her senses and her many orgasms had taken their toll. In fact, she did want to fuck Pansy and Neville. The unconventional pair proved that opposites attract just as much as she and Draco did.
Seizing the opportunity, Hermione tapped Draco's thigh, then climbed off his cock only to turn around and sit on him again. She slid her wet cunt up and down the underside of his hardness, making him hiss, but didn't let him slip into her again. "Pansy wants us to join them. Shall we?"
He stroked her hair back from where it clung to her damp temples and cheeks. Watching her attentively, he asked, "Last round for tonight?"
"I think so. I'm getting sore."
"Need more lubrication? Or a bit of cooling?"
"Cooling would be nice, yes. I'm still very wet."
One corner of his mouth lifted, and he kissed her. "As you're wont to be when something excites you. There's a reason why our library is well in use. And your desk."
Hermione faux-slapped his pectorals, but grinned. But as she squirmed on his lap, she couldn't help but wince. The more she focused on them, the more she realised her thighs were burning. She'd wager she would feel every single muscle in them for the next couple of days.
Draco pecked her lips and reached for his wand. Murmuring softly, he let the coolness of a soothing charm and then of a restorative spell wash over her. "Better? Good for the final go?"
"Much, thank you," she replied and snuggled into his chest for a moment. Her heart still beat faster when he did those little, considerate things for her. It was when their love shone brightest, she thought.
He smacked one of her arse cheeks lightly with his open palm, effectively breaking their moment of relaxing intimacy. Hermione squeaked and laughed as she let him help her off of him. Legs a bit wobbly, she leisurely appraised their surroundings. The food and drinks were mostly gone by now. Sheets and pillows were ruffled, some folded and piled where somebody had felt it prudent to tidy up a little. The same person might have removed some of the stains, as there were suspiciously few from what she could see, but Hermione didn't worry about those too much, anyway. As almost everything in this room had been transfigured or conjured, she didn't have any issue with vanishing all items later.
Thoughts about cleaning were for later, though. Draco slung his arm about her waist and they walked the few steps to the bed where their two remaining guests still were at it. Neville looked sidelong at them and pulled out of Pansy, who made a disapproving noise. He looked down at where they had been connected, then nibbled on his lower lip as he cast a meaningful look at Hermione and Draco. His cock was as purple-swollen as Draco's, coated in a shiny layer of arousal.
Pansy scrambled up and pushed his chest a little, making him lay down on his back. With a sultry look at Hermione and Draco, she positioned herself arse-up between his legs, and began to suck him with loud, slobbering noises.
Between bobs, she looked at them and instructed, "Granger, on his face. Let him eat you out. Knowing you have so much come inside from all those pretty wizards will encourage him even more. Won't it, Neville-darling?"
Neville's eyes were pitch-black as he nodded. Hermione gave Draco's cock a couple of quick strokes as she gestured to Pansy's cunt and climbed onto the bed. She shuffled a little until her pussy was suspended over Neville's face. He went to town immediately, burying his tongue directly into her. Hermione arched her back as she felt the pad of one of his fingers on her clit, rubbing it to the rough rhythm of his tongue-fucking. In front of her, Draco was already buried deep inside of Pansy. Her arse jiggled with every plunge, causing her to moan and occasionally gasp around Neville's dick.
Once he had found a steady rhythm, Draco looked up and found Hermione's eyes. He looked at her hungrily despite the pinches at the corners of his eyes that indicated he was tiring. Hermione knew just the thing to awaken him more. She combed through her hair, trailing her fingers down her neck and breasts, where she lingered a moment. Draco followed their path, flitting the tip of his tongue over his lower lip as he grabbed Pansy's hips harder. The other witch gave a choked groan as she slurped on Neville's dick. Meanwhile, Hermione's fingers had moved down until they reached the apex of her thighs. Draco watched raptly as she pulled her labia open. Instantly, Neville's wet sucking became noisier. Now Draco must have been able to see how the other wizard's tongue slipped back and forth over her clit. Hermione groaned. Neville licked from her front far back until his tongue came to a stop on her anus. It was obvious he was waiting for her consent, gently lapping around her puckered hole.
"I'd prefer your fingers, for prepping."
Neville grunted his assent, stroking soothingly with his unoccupied hand over her hip. He pushed her up a bit and spoke the lubrication charm. Hermione felt the pressure of his fingertip easing into her arse. He didn't stop licking her cunt, his tongue tracing both sides of her labia and flicking over her clit back and forth. In fact, it seemed he worked her with even more vigour.
Pansy whimpered a muffled sound, then lifted her head from Neville's glistening cock. Her eyes were fervent as she took in the scene in front of her. Draco was now watching the place where he vanished in her, but he looked up as Pansy asked, "Is he fingering you already, Granger?"
At Hermione's breathless nod, she chuckled hoarsely. Draco fucked hard into her, making her yelp and reach out to stabilise herself with a hand on the bed next to Neville's hip. The latter's cock fell against his stomach. Pansy's lips were cherry-red, plump and smeared with saliva and precome.
"I bet he wants to fuck your arse," Pansy added, her words choppy due to Draco's increasingly powerful thrusts. Her hand gripped Neville's cock and stroked it slowly. He moaned against Hermione's cunt as he added another finger and scissored them. "Will you let him?"
Hermione took a shaky breath. "Yes," she stammered as Neville's tongue flicked over her clit quicker. She couldn't help but imagine Draco's and the others' loads dripping out of her and into Neville's mouth. Pansy smiled between her gasps, her tits swinging heavily and brushing over Neville's cock. She lifted her upper body and reached her hand out to tug on Hermione's.
Draco slowed down, moving lazily in and out as he watched them. Pansy shuffled back a little. He followed her muttered request and got off the bed behind her where he slowly stroked himself as he watched them. She manoeuvred Hermione over Neville, holding his cock upright as Hermione lowered her arse onto him. Her head fell forward and she stilled as his cock head popped in. Neville rubbed soothing circles on her hip and whispered another lubrication spell. It helped Hermione to move down on him, slowly and deliberately. The stretch wasn't as much as with Draco, but she still took her time to get used to it.
When she felt ready, she tilted her head at Pansy and began to ride Neville. The other witch flashed a rare and brilliant smile. She bent down to nibble on Neville's bollocks for a moment. Then she licked up and around Hermione's cunt. Hermione moaned, filled from the back but still able to take just a little more.
"Fingers," she ordered.
Pansy huffed but complied. The noise of faux-disapproval was probably more out of principle than anything else. First her index finger slipped into Hermione's cunt, then another digit. Pansy darted her tongue over her clit, making her groan loudly. Steadily, Hermione worked her thighs up and down, feeling Neville fill her again and again.
Pansy curled her fingers up, the slow, constant fingerfucking suddenly so much more intense that Hermione barely held back a shriek.
A new onslaught of sensations hit her. The stretching of her arse, the pressure on her g-spot, accompanied by Pansy's fast tongue on her clit which sometimes was powerful, sometimes a mere tease. A currently dormant part of her realised it was timed with Draco fucking into the other witch or pulling back.
The coil in Hermione gained momentum again, winding up and up. She hadn't been expecting that she would be able to come so often in one evening. It amazed her, despite being aware that she was reaching her limits.
She saw Draco's lips moving. Only a moment later, she discerned the words he had spoken. It had been Blaise's spell from earlier. Draco closed his hand around his wand, and obviously satisfied with the result, he stepped back and then pushed it into Pansy's cunt. The witch moaned, swaying her arse left and right as Draco fucked her with the enhanced hawthorn. A crease appeared between his brows.
Another spell fell from his lips. It sounded like some type of movement charm. True to Hermione's suspicion, squelching sounds soon paired with Pansy's groans, despite that he had removed his hands from the wand. It was fucking into her on its own. Draco looked all-too-pleased with himself as he patted Pansy's arse and climbed on the bed.
Concurrently, Neville's hands fastened their grip on Hermione's hips and reminded her that they were still at it. She was wrung out, yes, but at the same time, she wanted Neville to have his share, too.
Draco stood next to her with spread legs. His cock was shiny and ruddy, just the right height for her mouth. She peeked her tongue out, licking off the bead of precome that had formed from his slow strokes. She gazed at Draco, her view a little out of focus as she lapped at the underside of his cock. The tang of Pansy's orgasm mixed with his own essence on her tongue.
The kitten-lick across his glans was teasing, which she knew. Draco's expression was just short of pleading. Instead, she pouted her lips and pointed at them. Devotedly, he bent forward and kissed her languidly. With a smile, Hermione cupped his cheek as she broke the tender kiss. Her hand reached for his cock as he straightened his back again, her thumb brushing over his frenulum. He pushed his hips into her fist with another groan, while Hermione looked at Pansy again. It was a titillating sight to see the other witch getting fucked silly.
Pansy's moans turned into almost-sobs as she merely pressed her face between Hermione's core and her thigh, which was apparently all she was capable of just then. From the sounds coming from behind her, the wand was pummelling quickly and deeply into her.
Hermione licked from Draco's bollocks up to the small patch of nerves that always made his knees weak. As expected, he gripped her shoulder to steady his stance.
In Hermione's almost delirious state, Draco's scent of clean sweat mixing with his musk blended perfectly with the vanilla-sweet taste of his precome and the remnants of Pansy. It became one dizzying sensation, her full mouth and the sweetness of the taste all she was focusing on. She sucked him leisurely, adding an expert swirl of her tongue each time she pulled back.
Later, after she'd slept soundly in his arms and they'd had a refreshing breakfast together, she would ask him how often he had come. She wanted to know. Now she just hollowed her cheeks in sync with his tender rhythm. He was careful not to hit the back of her throat and make her gag, but there was a certain firmness grazing his mouth that indicated strain. Hermione grinned smugly as she noticed him forming a circle with his thumb and index fingers around the base of his cock.
A shriek came from Pansy. Hermione could only imagine the enchanted wand slamming into the witch until she spasmed around it. Maybe Draco had also figured out how to add some vibrations to it. Or maybe Neville was using an invisible spell to rub Pansy's clit at the same time, she didn't know. She did know that Neville was moving slowly in her own arse while Pansy jerked, climaxing, and then moaned into Hermione's cunt. Hermione's pussy was spread wide with what must have been three scissored fingers or maybe even four; the number didn't really matter as long as it felt that good. In her whole life she'd never been so full, she thought. Despite that one time, maybe, when they'd tried some of George's prototype toys. She still remembered fondly the one he'd modelled after Charlie's descriptions of dragons.
Hermione moaned loudly as Pansy recovered and started to lick around her clit again. She was a little uncoordinated, but managed to trail the other hand up to tweak Hermione's nipple before she moved her hand back between her legs to resume rubbing across her clit. Hermione felt herself flutter at the first slide of Pansy's finger pads over her nerve centre.
Draco's face was pink and shiny with dampness, small streaks running down the side of it. He cupped her face and mouthed an 'I love you.' Almost completely drained, Hermione barely heard him saying, "You're so beautiful, darling. Well fucked and showing it."
She smiled. "You, too."
He laughed a little and stroked her damp hair from her face, watching her drag her tongue around the head of his cock. His thighs trembled as he slowly fucked her mouth. The knowledge that she could fellate him to orgasm within two minutes made her grin devilishly around his girth. Her mouth on him was his weakness, and it filled her with satisfaction that he wanted a blowjob from her to finish their evening.
"Hermione, I'm getting very close," Neville panted behind her.
"S'ok," she slurred as she freed her mouth from Draco's length. "Come inside me." She heard a deep groan accompanying the erratic thrusts into her bum, then she felt Neville stiffen beneath her.
Picking back up her work on Draco, she closed her eyes in rapture when Pansy twisted and turned her fingers inside her. With every movement, she hit her g-spot, and Hermione began to contract her inner muscles. "Close, so close."
Pansy sucked her clit into the mouth, flicking the tip of her tongue over it again and again until Hermione yelped. Her orgasm washed over her in a row of waves. She even felt herself clenching and unclenching around her stuffed holes, the sensation so intense that she saw glittering spots all around her field of vision.
A few seconds later, just as she was again able to process impressions from her surroundings, Draco spilled into her mouth with a deep moan. He shot his load directly behind the base of her tongue, so that she could swallow down as much as possible. Nevertheless, some of it found its way between the corners of her mouth and his cock, running down her chin and dripping onto her breasts.
His back was arched in rapture and his gaze locked on her face, although she wasn't sure he actively saw her, glazed over as his eyes were. She took hold of his still-hard cock and sucked tenderly until he gasped at the overstimulation and shifted back, knees quavering.
He bowed down to kiss her, tongue dancing across her lips and pushing the escaped semen back into her mouth. "You're spectacular, but you missed some." Tasting the vanilla flavour better now that his come hadn't directly shot down her throat, she smiled. She felt unbeatable tiredness creeping up on her, paired with a profound sense of satisfaction that only came after being fucked like she had been tonight. Taking her face into both hands, he kissed her deeply. "I think I've had enough now. Ready to call it a night?"
Pansy flopped onto her bare arse, peeking up from between Hermione's wide legs and sporting a shit-eating grin. Her fingers spread widely, and she observed thick strings of Hermione's slick forming and the essences of all the wizards who had come into and onto her. "I have no clue how much I just ingested or fingered deeper into you, but I take it you liked what I did." As she spread her legs and moved her hand down, Hermione could still see the stretch the other woman's cunt made around Draco's enlarged wand. It squelched softly as Pansy pulled it out before she spoke an almost loving cleansing charm on it and handed it back to Draco. Hermione didn't think she'd ever be able to see that wand without the mental picture of Pansy getting pounded by it. Or the other witch's hand without being reminded of how utterly taut she'd been around her.
Neville tapped her hips and slid out as Hermione got up on shaky legs. She immediately held onto Draco's shoulder, wincing as Neville's semen burned at the sore spots where her skin had got a little too strained.
"Totally would let you eat me out again, Pansy," Hermione said, snuggling into Draco who ran his palms over her back, soothing strokes over her arse before he, too, spoke a handful of cleansing charms. She felt every muscle and was decidedly sore at other places, as well. Her cunt was probably a bright red with all the fucking she'd got tonight, and her arse was sure to match. Hermione barely suppressed a yawn, though. "And would return the favour, too, but maybe another evening. I'm knackered."
"Same," Neville agreed. When Hermione turned her head, she found he had already cast a cleaning charm on himself and the trousers he was now eyeing. "Adding a bit of Mandrake to the potion did wonders, Draco, but I expect the effects will wear off soon and put us into instant sleep. Come, Pansy, let's find your clothes," he said and heaved his wife up by her outstretched hand.
Draco didn't bother searching for his and Hermione's clothes, instead just accio'ing their robes. They both bid Pansy and Neville a good night, and when the other couple had finally gone through the Floo, Draco pulled Hermione to himself and pressed a kiss on her temple.
"Satisfied?" he asked.
"Absolutely," Hermione replied with a content smile.
Draco's heartbeat was strong and steady in Hermione's ear when she woke up. The first grey of dawn filtered into their bedroom, rendering everything a subdued hue. She couldn't have slept more than a few hours. Pleasant soreness lanced through her whole body as she shifted minisculely, making him tighten his arm around her in his sleep. Obviously, the stamina aspect of the potion didn't prevent the consumer from the usual side-effects of physical activities.
A groan came from Draco and his hand on her breast fumbled for her nipple as it often did when he was half asleep. Immediately, the touch sent a sharp spark of arousal between her legs, more than she already had woken up to. She didn't think it possible after the night they had, but she wanted him again.
Hermione glanced down the cover. A shadow in the vague form of a hard cock was outlined under the cover. It seemed the potion kept certain things up a lot longer than expected. With a grin on her lips, she reached beneath the smooth cotton to close her fist around him.
She knew exactly how to handle this.
Fin.
Baculum Magicum = magic cock 😉
Woah, I can't believe it's finally finished! Did anyone count the orgasms? Lol. Just curious, because I haven't.
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