Chapter 10

Hermione was enjoying Paris immensely. She had been to the city before with her parents when she had been in primary school, during the summer holidays. Back then all she was interested in was compiling, with her father, a list of the best crepe vendors – but Paris with Severus and Lucius was vastly different.

They indulged her every whim: strolling past the Sein almost every evening on their way to some new exclusive restaurant; chatting about everything from philosophy to the merits of instant Peruvian darkness powder; they held umbrellas over her in the rain when the city looked like it was melting into silk; they all spent stupendous amounts of time in bookshops and Hermione lapped up the attention that the two kindred spirits were paying her.

There was also the side of Paris she had never seen before. Not just the magical quatre, but some of the clubs that Lucius and Severus had taken her to. Her heart hammered in her chest just thinking about it.

They had stumbled out of a very expensive wizard wine bar. All of them were slightly tipsy and pleasantly flushed after hours of subtle teasing.

Lucius had been the one to coax his lovers down a seedy looking alleyway. "C'mon you two scaredy cats – I promise this will be fun!" The blonde stormed ahead of them.

Hermione hung back with Severus holding his hand, as it had become the most natural thing in the world. "Wha-tss got into him?" She hiccupped.

Severus grunted his reply as he eyed his other lover suspiciously.

Lucius winked back at the taller man before rapping his cane against an unassuming brick wall. Much like the Diagon Alley entrance, the wall began to shiver and reveal it's secret. However, unlike the Diagon Alley portal – this entrance peeled back to reveal lush looking velvet drapes and a dark tunnel lined with torches. From out of that darkness came a pleasant aroma that Hermione couldn't identify but felt she recognised.

Lucius regarded her curiously with a wolfish smile and stepped aside so she could look down the tunnel. "Well," he regarded her, "are you a Gryffindor or not?"

Hermione smirked at the challenge before squaring her shoulders and marching into the gloom. Lucius grinned at her behaviour which earned him a raised eyebrow from Severus. Lucius shrugged before swaggering after her, with Snape trailing behind.

After a few moments Severus heard Hermione gasp. When he rounded the corner to bring up their rear, he understood why. The three of them had walked into an underground cavern that was playing host to quite the wild orgy: Four beautiful witches in feathered masks where suspended from the ceiling, feasting on each other's pussies; In several corners exotic couples with rippling tattoos made enthusiastic love for enthralled audiences; A dark skinned witch had her male partner bound and blindfolded in the middle of the cave's floor and he shouted his delight every time she brought her enchanted whip down.

Wetness pooled between Hermione's legs, without thinking her hands cupped her aching mound as arousal coursed through her. She groaned and thrust her hips forward into her own touch, overwhelmed by the sensuous atmosphere that caressed her every nerve.

"Would you like to stay and play here little one?" Asked Lucius at her ear.

Hermione blinked; coming back to herself for a moment. "Oh! Oh yes! Please Lucius… but what do we do?"

Lucius smiled and tipped his head towards a vacant bed that was sunken into the floor. It was beautiful with jewel-coloured pillows and translucent curtains, and Hermione thought for a moment it wouldn't have looked out of place in a great King's hareem.

To both of their surprise, Severus strode forward – tearing out of his clothes before reclining on the bed. With twin expressions of delight, his partners scrambled over to him in a flurry of their own clothes. When the three of them came together it was in a frenzied clash of teeth and nails. They undulated wildly against one another, gaining them an appreciative audience of their own.

After pumping out their release in her hands and mouth, Hermione moaned wildly as her two men spread her wide to the growing crowd of onlookers. Lucius had pinned her arms above her head with ease and with his other hand he began fucking her. She could feel his large fingers twist into her wetness, lathering her hot waves of arousal against her clit at a maddening pace. Meanwhile, Severus tortured her nipples with his silver tongue.

"Oh Gods…" Hermione wailed, not recognising her own voice. Every direction she looked she could feel eyes on her. She felt both men smile against her tightly wound body.

"Oh yesss darling. You're going to come aren't you?"

Hermione thrashed on the bed, well beyond the use of words.

Severus surrendered her breasts from his velvet mouth to bring his lips to her ear. "You love this don't you baby? You love being watched. You want everyone to know how much your Daddies love you and desire you."

Hermione locked eyes with the dark-skinned witch from earlier who was now standing at the foot of their bed. The older woman that was adorned with gold chains returned her gaze and smiled lustily. It was then Hermione noticed that the beautiful stranger in front of her was impaling herself on a toy member. That seductress was masturbating to the sight of her?

Severus followed Hermione's wide-eyed gaze and plucked the tips of her breasts ruthlessly. "Oh yes little witch you are so desirable, we all want to make you come and lick your delicious chatte. And you know that don't you? Look at this crowd.. its all for you… Their all waiting for the finale Princess. Now, come for us- let us see you release your pretty cunt."

With those words Hermione screamed, and her orgasm exploded forward with a squirt onto the silken sheets beneath them.

Yes. Paris with her two men was an experience she wouldn't be forgetting in a hurry.