A Taste of Fate

Done on the night of renewal the rites of Spring a Masquerade were being put on with ancient rites. Unique spells were placed upon masks of every color and size or shape so as to allow any and all to attend with a catch.

Those who adorned masks could see nothing except colors of one's aura. The voices heard were not the same as they were in day to day but rather masked in order to allow people, and beings from all around to take part. Vampires, Witches, Daemons, and Werewolves alike would come together dependent on no other sense but their sight. All other senses numbed and deafened by the ancient magics.

This ritual was about the cleansing and renewal of magic but, even more so it was about bringing together those whose magic was truly compatible with one another. Each capable of remarkable things alone but, when brought together would give life to a beautiful future in magic if allowed to flourish. It's said that those who come together on this night would be married in the eyes of the gods and magic herself.

It was a risk; he knew as his deep abyssal blue eyes canvased the room seeking others magic that matched his in color. 'Ya naydu svoyu vtoryu polovinku? Ili ya ostanus' odin.' He allowed his eyes to trail over the crowd until from two separate directions he would see a matching purple thread like the curse he cast on a young witch 5 years ago before fading from view.

"Izvini, Krasivitsa L'vitsa" He whispered softly as he began to follow a trail most unique in the way it seemed to shudder before his eyes almost as if they were nervous or shy. He saw the two lines converge and approached the large man and petite but curvy woman. Her magic and the strange man's matching his own. "Well, this shall be intriguing, yes my trinemates?"

The woman and man turned in even more surprised to see they did in fact have a third. "Hello" the woman said in a shaky but softened voice as she relaxed in sight of matching colors. "I wasn't truly expecting a match let alone a triad but, I was always considered an over-achiever,"

He chuckled darkly as he enjoyed her nervous tension and soft bravado, "Easy Kotyonik, I don't think any of us expected this." He allowed his hand to softly trail around her cheek down to her throat gently. He smirked as she seemed to push against his hand lightly and shiver with an almost quiet sigh of relief. "We will work this out as adults, I think privacy is necessary."

"And if I like being watched?" The other man's gravel-like voice growled out.

"We can talk about limits of each of us in private first. Our third may not appreciate you acting without her concerns or needs being met, hmm?" The Russian man reasoned, and the woman nodded, "I agree with our Slavic companion, we all have needs and interests and we really should find how best to work since there's 3 of us." She patted the third, "I've never done anything like this in view of others…in truth I've never had more than one partner."

The growl returned, "I'm not used to compromise…I order, and others obey."

The woman harrumphed, "Well if a submissive at all times wallflower is what you came here for, you're going to be disappointed. I am my own alpha and I will not yield unless I choose to." She stepped away towards a private tent slightly larger than the others. "We can use my tent; Lady Malfoy was kind enough to allow me my comfort during this ritual."

"That is more than agreeable," The Russian voice said dripping with tolerance and command in a way that had the witch tightening her thighs together as she walked to the opening to allow the men inside, "Spasibo Kotyonik," She felt delirious with desire as his voice matched the lazy but expectant pace of his fingers as he traced her bottom lip before stealing a soft kiss filled with promise. His gentle but dominant posture pulling a submissive whimper from her lips.

The growling voice laughed, "Oh so you like to submit in the bedroom but not in day-to-day life is that it, pet?"

She groaned in slight shyness, "We can discuss that inside, if you please?" She held open the flap of her tent only to have her ass grabbed harshly by the larger man as he pulled her inside his lips clinging to her neck with alluring suction right at the nape of neck and shoulder. She moaned loudly as gasped as a second set of hands came to grasp her chest from behind.

"Easy Wolf, our third is sensitive and we want her lucid for this conversation. As krasivaya as she is when lost in sensation the time will come." The witch sighed almost sadly causing a small chuckle, "Easy kotyonik, we will come back to that once we know what level each can handle. Safety first, yes?"

She sighed and nodded, she knew she recognized the manners of the second his grasp had been almost identical to when he and the snatchers had taken her, "I can tell the larger fellow is Greyback, I remember that grip. I'm assuming you two know each other?"

The men were surprised that she knew one and wasn't running. The larger one nodded, "So, we've met before have we, witch?" He snickered, "Did you enjoy yourself then?"

She scoffed in annoyance, "Considering you and Bellatrix were arguing over who got to 'play' with me I'd say no." She looked straight at the second, "Your Slavic accent is familiar, tell me do you remember the Department of Mysteries, right after you were broken from Azkaban?"

"Granger, our match is Potter's little Muggleborn friend," Greyback chuckled, "This is fucking priceless!" He sat himself on a chair across from the witch, "Planning on turning us in girly?"

Hermione sighed, with the acknowledgement of each other she could hear his voice clearly and see him now. "Greyback, if I was going to turn you in, I wouldn't have invited you into my tent." She stood up to retrieve her bottle of wine and her fruits tray from the fridge placing them on the table in front of the two men. Taking sip of wine as she grabbed some apple slices to nibble on.

"You are the curly little fire witch? The child I almost killed in reflex?" The Russian stated almost in horror. Hermione moved to sit in his lap, "Reflex?"

"Wardens in Azkaban were assholes little witch. Before your reforms they used to silence inmates to beat em. Happened all the time," Greyback clarified.

Hermione looked so apologetic, "So when I silenced you?" She moved gently into the curve of the Russian's arm, "You lashed out to protect yourself." She nuzzled herself against him and said softly, "I'm sorry that I made you relive that even for a moment. Truth is none of us should have been there…wouldn't have been there if Harry had listened to me."

The Russian clamped his arms around her in desperation, "Izvini, Krasivitsa L'vitsa. Izvini, Moya Dusha." The woman glanced to Greyback who sighed and joined them next on the couch sitting next to the Russian and patting his back he explained, "Dolohov never signed up to hurt kids, girly. He wanted to protect the old ways like this ritual. So that people like us could have a better future than the one the ministry was trying to enforce.

"You're both Forgiven as far as I'm concerned, we were in a war, and war can make anyone ugly in those moments. Antonin, please look at us?" Hermione said gently. She had learned a lot from befriending the Malfoy family and how an honorable goal had become twisted by one man's madness. She said his voice with a soft acknowledgement of Anton-yin making the men smile.

"Spasibo, what do we call you?" his thick Slavic accent made her shiver causing the men to share a smirk. "Um, I don't mind nicknames but Mya, works for me. Hermione is long and difficult for some I know."

"Well Mya, what was once three individuals is now a triad. Have you ever had a more sized partner?" Antonin's beautiful abyssal eyes enchanted her, and she blushed, "No, to be honest Fen is huge…how will this work?"

Antonin licked his lips and nuzzled his nose to hers saying firmly, "Then allow us to take command of you and we will show you how great we can be." Fenrir's lighter blue eyes darkened to iridescent sapphire. He moved to her neck and continued to suckle. Antonin didn't move yet, and Mya asked, "What?"

"I need your express agreement before we begin, once the rites are complete there is no going back for any of us." He watched as her eyes seemed to glaze his hand trailing to her neck with a soft pressure, "Well Kotyonik,"

Hermione sighed and closed her eyes for a moment knowing that this would change her life forever, "Yes, please." Her body heated and she whimpered as two sets of hands sought to divest her of her clothing the mask remained on due to the ritual magics. Her panties already wet from their voices as they traveled over her senses.

Fenrir took her in arms and moved her to the conjuring soft restraints attached to chains to hang from above. He gently hooked them around her wrists as she watched almost licking her lips from the thought of all the things that could do. His hands rougher from living outdoors trailed down her arms and she shivered.

A softer set of hands moved to her nipples to play with them for a few moments before he held one out to Fenrir who began to suckle her breasts with his mouth. A voice kissed her right ear causing her to tremble as her sense continued into overdrive, "Tonight, krasivitsa, we will be focusing on you. Our desire is to take you, claim you, and make you never want to leave. What is your word?"

"Order" Hermione replied. She felt him tip her head back and his lips claimed hers in and upside-down kiss. His hands trailed past her chest and down her curvy waits to her large hips, he teased the edges of her panties feeling her moisture. "Our flower is already wanting to be seen to. I suppose that will be my role this evening."

Fenrir groaned and claimed her lips in a brutal kiss but made sure not to crowd her lower body for his partner to claim her with his mouth first. He tasted apples and sweetness. "Taste so fucking good pet." He continued exploring her until his hands parted her ass cheeks and he moved behind her to sit between the Russian's legs. He quickly stripped them both of their pants and began to touch his partner whose deep moan travelled to their witch's clit. He knew the man had been with men before he could feel it in the way his fingers were sucked into him as he felt for the man's hidden sweet spot. A hungry groan and desperate feminine cries let him know he found what he was looking for.

"Oh, gods please don't stop!" Hermione begged as her hips were held in soft hands which softly trailed up and began to press inside her.

A soft spell whispered made her feel empty and clean but more prepared as she looked over her shoulder. She saw Fenrir begin to move inside of Antonin's derriere. A look of concentration on his face she turned to her partner below to see him watching her as he moaned and arched into the feeling.

"Gods do you have any idea how gorgeous you look? As he takes you Antonin?" Hermione soft awed filled voice got Fenrir's attention who watched his other partner move to enhance their pleasure. Fenrir ordered him, "Open her up for me…I want a taste now." Antonin parted her ass with his hands and Hermione shivered as a tongue began probing her.

Fenrir moved his tongue around the outside before pushing it and he retreated sucking on Antonin's fingers sensuously before feeding them into her ass. "Feel how ready she is for us, bet she's gonna feel so fucking good on my knot." He thrusted into his partner as their witch watched, "Or do you want it for yourself?" He thrusted into the smaller man causing him to whisper, "Give it to me,"

Antonin could taste the curious desire in the air, he wanted the knot inside him. He wanted their witch to come on his cock and then suck him off as their alpha wolf knotted her. She needed to be incensed and prepared for the larger man or she'd get hurt. "You knot me, and I come inside her. We change positions later, work her up to it."

Fenrir undid the chains from their aroused witch and held her above the Russian's cock, "You want to ease her in…that's fine by me. I have two mates who will never leave me." The large man lowered the witch's tight little body onto Antonin, and she moaned in glee, "Gods yes but, can we…turn over?"

The men looked at the woman who blushed, "I'd like to feel as you take him." Antonin smirked and looked over her shoulder at the equally pleased Fenrir. "Kotyonik, you want to feel me inside you even more as Fenrir fucks me into you?"

"Yes, please," The smaller woman said, and Fenrir moved from inside Antonin who flipped the two of them over in a domineering move and thrusted hard into the petite witch as she begged when he began hitting her cervix, "Harder please Daddy!"

Fenrir groaned, "Oh little witch you shouldn't have called him that." He watched as a satisfied lip curl occurred from the man beneath him and reclaimed his position inside him before the man got distracted. "So, she likes being taken hard, think she can handle us?"

Antonin reveled in the softness of the witch and the harsh demanding thrusts of the man behind him groaning, "Yes Alpha," He knew the title would trigger the wolf's more vigorous side and bring both wizard and witch to heaven with him. He squeezed the muscles in his arse tightly clinging to the mass that was Fenrir as he felt the painfully delicious stretch. The bulbous knot forming and locking Fenrir inside of him as the alpha thrusted him deeper into their witch. A brilliant, beautiful witch who didn't hesitate to communicate her wants with them making this a smoother process for all.

Hermione was flushed and her eyes remained open even as Antonin groaned and closed his own. She met the eyes of their Alpha over his shoulder and sighed as the pace slowed for a moment. Fenrir seemed intent of Antonin as she imagined his knot was locking into place. She remained still and steadily flexed her kegel muscles to massage Antonin as he panted in her ear. She felt his lips trail along her neck, and he latched on with teeth biting down hard but not causing her to bleed. She whimpered but she clung and writhed at the sensation.

Fenrir purred at the sight beneath him and smirked before he restarted his pace. Watching the Russian wizard bite her neck and her enjoy it sated a thought in him. He wouldn't turn either of his mates. He was proud to be a wolf but wouldn't force that life on them. They would make great wolves if it had ever been their choice, but he knew that with their goals it wasn't to be. For the moment at least.

Antonin could feel every quiver and squeeze of their tiny witch's body. She was hot, wet, and tighter than any lover he'd had before to tide him over during the wars. Part of him wanted to bend and ravage her in all sorts of contortions to enjoy every delight her body would offer him. The more sane remnants of his mind knew that it was better to ease his young lover into the darker and rougher preferences of her older partners. It would be up to him to tame his and Fenrir's wants to remain within reason for the young witch.

Hermione allowed her mouth to trail along her Russian's cheek to his ear where she latched down on the skin just behind the lobe. Her tongue trailed soothingly after her bite causing him to tighten and their Alpha to grunt with surprise as his knot was squeezed. He smirked his eyes meeting the gorgeous girl's beneath them and lipped silently, 'Do it again he likes it.' Only for her smile to turn dirty as she continued to lave and bite their Russian's neck and shoulder area. She groaned and rotated her hips and Antonin hit a spot that had long been neglected by her previous lovers.

Fenrir delighted in the picture made by his triad mates and moved to finish his knot within the Russian as he rutted against the man's prostate causing him to begin begging for release in Russian. A language that the wolf recognized well enough from his travels. He grabbed their witch's legs and adjusted her position to revel in her cries as she joined their Russian in ecstasy unable to escape the continuous thrusts of her lovers as they all reached the precipice together. Their magics binding them to one another for eternity.

The wolf easily manipulated his too sated mates' positions to where Antonin was on the floor of their love nest and Hermione perched on her knees her head lined up with his thighs. She already set to 'cleaning' him up with her lips and tongue the little licks and sucks bringing their lover's cock to attention as his already hardened just watching her. He prowled over her encompassing her with his massive form his own lips gently loving her neck opposite from Antonin's marks, so each had their own set. "Clean him good little one, Daddy wants to be clean so that when you suck him off all you taste is him. He loves good little girls who can suck him off and not waste a drop." The wolf began toying with her own leaking entrance using hand to begin the stretching needed to prep her for his knot. He played her slowly adding finger by finger then scissoring inside her to ease the way.

Hermione focused on the taste of her, and her Russian partner mixed. It delighted her the tangy taste of herself enhanced by him. There was salt but more, so it tasted like smoke elusive but seductive. As she cleaned him off, she allowed herself to enjoy the hands of the large behemoth behind her. Her dripping and swollen body begging for more attention than she realized she'd needed. She allowed her tongue to wrap around the delicious cock in her mouth and moaned before her eyes met the darkened lust filled gaze of her Russian. She saw in his eyes a need for dominance, and she was all to willing to be used. She popped her lips from him and said, "Feeling better Daddy?" There was a slight impish glee in her gaze as her lips trailed up and down the side of his cock her taking in his musky scent.

Antonin shared a pleased look filled with dark promise as he nodded to Fenrir to knot her first. He chuckled darkly as she cried out in response to being spanked by their Alpha, "Da, moya devotchka, I am feeling much better. You have been so good but, who said you could stop?" Fenrir was able to take advantage of her distraction to begin pressing inside her. The whimper as his bulbous knot swelled even more due to her behavior showed resistance. He'd prepped but he'd gotten larger in his excitement and looked to Antonin.

"Our little on here made you look so thoroughly enjoyable that I've seem to have swelled a bit too much for her." Fenrir continued to pet and finger their girl's clit as she moaned and sighed unable to focus pass the stimulation. He didn't want to force it too much and waited for Toni's lead.

"Da, I see our Alpha is in quite the pickle just as I am…" Antonin moved his cock closer to her face and began petting her gently using a spell to create a mirror image for their little one to see. "Be a good girl and do as I say Moya devotchka, let us use your body as our temple and worship our cocks with your divine little body. Open for Alpha and let him in so we can continue our journey together." He allowed his nails to scrape her scalp lightly sending zinging shots of energy to her clit which was already being played with by their Alpha.

"Da, Papotcka, Alpha," Hermione was stuck in a heady trance as she lightly adjusted her hips and pressed back against her Alpha willing her body to take him in. She wanted the knot, no needed it, she didn't know why but she was so drunk on pleasure and their bonded magics she needed to please them. She could see the knot begin to slide into her with a wet squelching sound felt the pop as it was completely encapsulated inside her. She whimpered for her next instruction as she felt stuck on the cock inside her.

Antonin and Fenrir couldn't believe how receptive their witch was. If they had known this ages ago, they may have never been enemies in the first place. Fenrir pulsed his knot swelling even further stretching their mate inside prepping to add to the seed of their Russian. He grunted and looked to Antonin who continued toying with their witch's head. Their witch already purring in contentment as she nuzzled and licked Antonin's testicles before sucking them into her mouth. "Moya devotchka such a good girl…taking his knot and my balls like a Kotyonik."

Hermione was so full, but she wanted more. More to love, more to taste and continued pleasuring her males realizing they got off on her submissive willingness to be their naughty pleasure doll. She enjoyed letting herself go with them and letting her inner sex kitten out now that she knew they wouldn't abuse it. "Please use me, Daddy, Alpha, I want to be yours…use me." She allowed herself to whimper her basest desires. She wanted to be owned, used, desired, they could get breed her continuously and she would accept it because they were hers and she was theirs.

Fenrir wasted no time in beginning to rut their mate into further submission her primal desires were scented in the air. Her body ready, ripe, and willing for their seed to take root made his inner wolf growl contently. He pinned her beneath his hips as his knotted cock was rutted deep to her womb already filled with Toni's seed wanting to add his own and watch if her stomach would swell with how full she was. He asked his partner who was fisting his own cock a flush on his face as he bent over and began sucking his partner off. He moaned around his Russian as the man cursed and thrusted further down his throat their pinned mate watched with hunger. It didn't take long for their Russian to let loose another load of cum down his throat and he drank it greedily. Their mate's whimper as he pushed himself locked in place; he grabbed her hair roughly pulling her up as Antonin's cock began to harden again the heady magic in the air making them insatiable until all of them were sated.

Antonin moved to his knees and claimed the hair of their glorious witch to feed her his straining cock only his time he was consumed by his lust and thrusted into her sinful maw like a desperate whore looking for respite. "Da!" He plundered his longer but thickened cock down her tight throat as she swallowed her gag reflex not even coming into play.

Her body thrummed with only desire and a need to be completely theirs. She opened her lips wider and hummed her pleasure as he struck into her throat repeatedly. She wanted him to cum, wanted to taste the seed that he'd spilled into her womb and taste it for herself. Then she wanted to watch his mount their Alpha as she sucked him off carefully there would be no knotting of the throat this first venture but, maybe in the future. Maybe she'd even get to watch them suck each other off as she used a toy to mount them. All her darkest desires coming out as the needed tools appeared on the floor beside them.

Fenrir let himself chuckle at the deviousness of their little mate and all the different ideas that were running through her head. The toys made it clear that she enjoyed watching them together as much as they did watch her with each of them. She also liked the idea of them being taken by her as they pleasured each other which was…an intriguing idea none of his previous partners were bold enough to even hint at that before. This brazen witch had many layers to explore.

Antonin came undone his voice gravel like as he lay on the floor catching his breath. He sighed as he felt someone patting his hair softly while another much softer item was being placed at his already puckered asshole. He groaned and sighed as a toy intruded inside him gently but deeply only to moan helpless as the vibration of the toy turned on. His cock began to strain, and he felt Fenrir's thick cock against his cheek. He opened his eyes to see his witch gently smiling at him as she thrusted the vibrating harnessed dildo inside him with a soft thrust of her hips. He smiled back and arched his hips taking the toy deeper causing her to flush with want before his lips took on their alpha's cock which had been cleansed between uses once again as a sign of courtesy. He couldn't take all the man's heady pleasure into his throat but what he couldn't fit he allowed his hands to work gently but firmly.

"Little one is certainly full of surprises isn't she Toni?" Fenrir rumbled as he enjoyed the clever man's attentions on his cock. He enjoyed the pleasure of their witch fucking him softly sweetly with her toy and wondered if she would be just as soft as she took him. She loved to be handled roughly but seemed to take pleasure in gently loving her partners. A sign of her nurturing nature which was emphasized by her swollen breasts that rocked with her hips movements almost teasing him with the idea of drinking milk from her. He could feel Toni hum in agreement and suckle him harder allowing his seed to paint the smaller man's throat and some on his face.

Hermione being the naughty kitten she is, moved forward and cleaned Toni's face off stealing his breath away with a consuming kiss as the smaller man came hard her vibrating cock pressed deep inside him. Hermione's own release following quickly as she withdrew and grabbed the other toy lubing it well since it was larger and placing one side inside herself while lubing the other before tightening the harness grips to prevent slipping.

"It's only surprising because neither of you had ever had a reason to take the time to know me before. None of my former play partners bothered either and so you both get to have it and me all to yourselves." Hermione said in a mock stern tone as she crawled towards Fenrir who was now to be taken by her.

Antonin had moved so his hips were by Fenrir's head, and he couldn't help but comment, "You are such a dirty little girl, our dirty little girl Mya…and we love it. Now be a good girl and help Daddy make Alpha feel good now."

Fenrir appreciated the stretch and the view of her tits he added his own thoughts now that they were able to speak again, "By the gods yes, I can't wait until your breasts swell with milk as we both pup the fuck out of you!"

Hermione returned the fevered statement with a laugh and said, "You want to breed your good girl, do you?" She hummed thoughtfully as she looked at Antonin, "What of you? Do you want to breed me with children and keep me in our own little love nest?"

Antonin quirked a brow in intrigue before admitting, "The idea is something I'd like to see…someday when we are all ready for it?" He began to take Fenrir's mouth for his own pleasure kissing the man after lowering himself back his hips almost in line with Fenrir's where he fisted his Alpha and pumped his thick heavy cock. He wanted to try something a little bit different, and he crawled on top of his hips not impeding Hermione's thrusts as he used both hands to fist their cocks together and began rutting against his Alpha. He wanted to watch the man fall apart under his and Hermione's joint attentions.

Fenrir reached towards his male lover and pulled him down for a rough kiss the shared smirks as their lady moaned in appreciation her thrusts deliberate but kind. Fenrir was as humbled by her handling of him as he was when she took care of Antonin. The toy for him was larger but felt fantastic and with Antonin's grip and the rubbing of their cocks against one another he howled as the stimulation brought him to finish painting both in their seed.

Both men decided to lie there in the tent wanting to catch their breathes and could only groan in appreciation as their mate began licking then clean. Fenrir's gruff voice came forward as he pets her hair, "I'm starting to think kitten was a fitting nickname for you. You like to clean us up with that talented little tongue of yours."

Hermione raised an eyebrow her blush embarrassed, "Well…I can stop if it bothers you." She pulled away almost shy since she let got and was quickly grabbed and laid beneath her Russian partner.

"Nyet, in fact we happen to adore it!" He looked frantically over their beautiful little witch whose skin was glowing underneath the lights from the dying fireplace. The purple magic branding the three of them with runes as tattoos marking them as loyal, faithful, and prosperous for their future together. Hermione lies still as her men return the favor before she sighs being lifted by Fenrir and tucked into the middle of the bed where she was wrapped up int the larger forms of her husbands, she smiled and sleep, "Now this is what I call a taste of fate." The chuckles of her tired males reached her ears as she felt their warmth and love settle both in their bed and through their new ritual marriage bond.

Russian Translation:

YA naydu svoyu vtoruyu polovinku? Ili ya ostanus' odin.

Will I find my soulmate? Or will I remain alone

Da - Yes

Kotyonik - Kitten

Moya – my/mine

Devotchka – girl/little girl

Krasivitsa – beauty/beautiful

Izvini – I'm sorry

L'Vitsa – Lioness

(these are rough translations based upon intention and may not be exact)