Hey guys quick note, I am saddened to say that I will most likely not be able to get to updating Parlay this week. I had an unexpected passing of a dear family friend and will be going to a funeral later today. As I write this its nearly 1am PST. If I don't get a chance to get to Parlay's next chapter by the end of this week then you can expect it next week.
Without further ado;
Chapter 2: To The Victor Go The Spoils
The submissive werewolf is one who encourages his partner to enjoy the act of procreation with a being of an alpha deposition unlike that of their own. They enjoy their role as the one that is not first to take what belongs to them. The biology of such rare wolf dispositions is such that they can only become erect if their partner is sated by one of a stronger will and power than themselves. They are incredibly subservient and enjoy reveling in the fact.
"I'll be in the room the entire time," Bill Weasley states as he stands between his wife and Hermione Granger.
The wavy haired witch raises a brow at him, she'd agreed to help the troubled couple through the ordeal they'd found themselves in and had grown increasingly alarmed at the 'rules' that the red-headed man had thrown her way. There were none thus far.
The latter of which had caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on edge.
"Umm no, I don't particularly feel comfortable with that," Hermione says as she stares at the man with a stern look about her visage, "It's enough that I've even agreed to do this,"
Bill Weasley looks at her in mild irritation before speaking, "Then how will I know,"
Hermione raises a singular eyebrow at the rebuttal, "You can wait outside?" she sighs and crosses her arms, "I'm not letting you see me like that,"
She stares the man down as he looks to want to argue with her, his wife beside him is all but silent. As she'd been since the younger witch had arrived.
Trying once more the man asks, "Is it really heping if I'm outside though?' he makes a show of animatedly moving his arms about to emphasize his point.
The young witch does not budge, "Then get someone else to do this, because I'll gladly leave,"
This causes the man's eyes to go wide in alarm and he shakes his head vigorously, " No no! I-I can wait outside the door,"
Hermione nods in response, pleased with her small victory.
Breathing a sigh of relief Bill goes on, "You can do anything you'd like to my wife, but you absolutely need to finish inside of her,"
Hermione's eyes go wide at the wizard's words as she looks at the man as if he's grown a second head.
"Excuse me?" she asks cutting the man off, "Have you talked to Fleur about this?" the eerie silence of the blonde had not gone unnoticed by the younger witch and she'd only grown more concerned as Bill had gone on and on with his so called 'rules'
Fleur for all intents and purposes had only uttered a simple "Salute" when Hermione had first arrived. And not a word more. A fact that had kept Hermione on edge as she'd heard Bill drone on.
"Fleur supports me," Bill states confidently, "She's willing to do it," he firmly nods in an effort to give credence to his words.
Hermione stares at the audacity of the man for a moment before stating, "If I'm going to do anything, I'll hear it from Fleur's mouth,"
This causes a protest from the wizard as he all but stomps his foot on the ground, "I told you she's willing," he all but whines out.
This does little to dissuade Hermione as she stands firm in her resolution, "No I want to hear it from her," she meet's Bill's agitated gaze, "Either she's ok with this or I walk,"
Bill groans but reluctantly agrees, "Fine, tell her Fleur," he makes a motion for Fleur to speak.
Nervous look about her, Fleur speaks, "I want to do what needs to be done for our family,"
Wasting no time Bill states, "See"
Unconvinced by the tentative response from the blonde Hermione states, "I'd like to talk with her without you in the room"
"But you already heard her, she's willing!," Bill exclaims, looking little more than a child having a tantrum.
Hermione stands firm, "I don't sleep with people who aren't' willing or are being told too," she stares the red-headed man down as she states," If she gives me her consent I will,"
The man looks on the edge of lashing out but he cows underneath the hard gaze of the younger witch. The submissive werewolf within him giving way to the alpha deposition of the woman.
He reluctantly nods and walks out of the bedroom door closing it behind him.
Room devoid of William Weasley the two witches look at one another, sizing each other up.
"You didn't 'ave to shoo him out like zat," Fleur states, arm on her hip.
"He wasn't giving you the respect he should have been," Hermione rebuts as the blonde grows quiet at the words.
The two stand in tense silence before the younger of the two asks, "Do you really want to do this?"
Fleur is taken aback for a moment, "Yes, I do," she states.
Hermione nods, "Because of Bill?"
Fleur is contemplative for a moment before responding, "For him and for our family, I want what most women want…children,"
Hermione nods at that, "He said I was to 'cum' inside of you," she takes in a breath to steady herself hand going to the back of her neck in an effort to calm herself "You do realize that there could be a possibility that you'd end up pregnant by me,"
Fleur is silent for a few moments as if the very fact had only just started to seep in.
"Are you ok with that?" Hermione asks, "Because he certainly doesn't seem to care,"
Fleur thinks for a few more moments before slowly nodding, "I-I just want to help my husband," she sighs "He's suffered so much throughout this war,"
"But at the cost of your own?" Hermione says.
Fleur shakes her head, "I want to do this," she takes a moment to steady herself, "I can do this," she states as if to convince herself.
Hermione looks on at the blonde before frustratedly sighing, "Look, I did agree to this on the condition that I had your consent"
Fleur nods.
"But if at any moment you change your mind we stop ok" Hermione states.
Fleur looks at the younger witch with a stunned look and asks, "We can stop?"
Hermione can do little else but will the look of pity that wants to bubble out, heart breaking for the blonde, she nods "If at any point you don't want to do this anymore, no matter how far we've gone, we will stop and that'll be the end of that," she firmly states.
A sound of protest is heard on the other side of the closed door and a petulant "B-But!" is uttered.
"WE WILL STOP!" Hermione yells back, the man grows silent and does not utter another word.
She turns her attention back to Fleur, who's relaxed a bit more at the firm assertion from the brunette.
"Ok," Fleur says.
"Ok?" Hermione responds.
"Ok," Fleur says back with a small smile.
"Ok then, we can start with-" Hermione starts.
Cutting off the brunette, Fleur asks, "Perhaps getting to know how many partners we've each been with?"
Hermione raises a singular brow.
Undeterred Fleur continues, "If we're going to be sleeping togezzer, its ze least we can do, non?"
Hermione nods in agreement, "Fair enough," she holds up three fingers, "I've been with three witches,"
Fleur raises a brow of her own and asks with a mirthful smile, "No wizards?"
"Never appealed to me," Hermione's simple response.
Eyebrow still raised, Fleur asks, "And ze 'revolving door' Ronald mentioned at dinner ze ozzer night?"
Hermione groans, "Not much of one actually, it's more than he's been with so he's dubbed me as such, rather annoying really,"
Fleur nods, "Fair enough, I've been wiz two witches maiself,"
Hermione's eyes go wide at that, "But weren't you and Bill sharing a room before you got married?"
The blonde nods, "we were,"
"Then how?" Hermione asks.
The blonde sighs, "His mozzer," she states, "Iz a very intrusive woman, she how do you english say it, umm 'cock-blocked' us consistently,"
Hermione can't help the choking noise that emits from her throat, "Then that means that I'll be," she says as she puts the pieces together.
"Oui, you will be mai first actual cock so to speak," Fleur unabashedly says.
Taken aback by the terminology, the younger witch asks, "Actual cock?"
"Strap-on's Miss Granger, Strap-ons, ze magically infused ones especially make it feel like ze real zing," Fleur says with a smirk.
Going red for a brief moment, Hermione recovers herself and clears her throat, "Right, well ok good to know then," she pauses, "So how do you want to start this?"
"Allow me to call out to William, no point in 'aveing him come back if you're going to throw him out," Fleur says, she takes a breath before shouting "We are starting mon amour!"
Bill shouts a simple "Thanks!" in response.
Hermione shakes her head at the absurdity of it all as she thinks to herself 'Did this man just thank me?'
She feels a tug on her hand and allows Fleur to lead her to the bed where she takes a seat.
A lovely bed of white and gold trim. Candles of various sizes are lit all around in an effort to set the mood.
Hermione sits opposite Fleur as she takes in the blonde. Beautiful beyond any witch she's ever been with before. Fleur is an absolute vision. Wearing a white shawl over a baby blue summer dress, Fleur is beauty devine. Much better than the daydreams she'd had in 4th year.
She will's them away in an effort to not pitch a tent before they've even started. Mentally chastising herself for the lapse.
"Are you ok?" Fleur playfully asks as Hermione snaps to attention and nods.
"Just thinking about the paperwork that's waiting for me in my office tomorrow," Hermione responds.
Fleur offers a small smile, "You can zink on zat tomorrow, for now zink only of me," she says as she cups Hermione's cheek with a singular hand and pulls her in for a chaste kiss.
Caught off guard by the blonde's confidence, Hermione responds in turn and pushes into the kiss. Allowing her bubbling fervor to guide her forward.
Fleur places her hands on Hermione's shoulder's as Hermione pushes against her, neither breaking away from their liplock.
Hermione breaks away for a moment and asks, "Are you ok?"
Grateful for the check-in Fleur nods, "Oui,"
That's all the confirmation the younger witch needs as she captures Fleur's lips once more and pushes her on her back. Both fight for dominance as Hermione looms atop the blonde.
Opening her eyes Fleur is met with Hermione's closed ones, she takes in the younger witch that has pushed her onto her back. Takes in the feeling of Hermione's taut body against hers as they begin their dance with her husband on the other side of the door listening in.
She shudders as she feels Hermione's hands explore her body, feels as the younger witch's hands caress and playfully pinch about. Allowing herself to sigh into their kiss as Hermione grips her hips and grinds herself into her. It'd been much too long since she'd been properly seen too.
Breaking away, Hermione asks, "Can I?"
Fleur nods.
The younger witch resumes her ministrations as her lips attach themselves to the blonde's neck.
A shuddering "mon dieu," escapes Fleur's lips as Hermione kisses along the blonde's neck, hands traveling south to cup the blonde's sex.
Fleur grip's Hermione's shoulders as she feels the brunette begin to rub her thumb over the clothed bundle of nerves, she sighs in pleasure as Hermione alternates between rubbing small circles on her clothed clit and stopping altogether.
On the third tease does Fleur frustratedly state, "Just git on wiz it 'ermione!"
Hermione husks out a chuckle as she continues her ministrations, adding more pressure to the small circles on the blonde's clit. She finds the pulse point on the blonde's neck as she sucks on it, the shudders that the blonde emits push her on as she continues her ministrations.
"I-I'm close," Fleur breathes out as Hermione continues to rub circles.
'She must be really pent up to be this close so quick' Hermione thinks to herself as she feels Fleur shudder and come undone underneath.
Using her arms to prop herself up, Hermione looks down at the blonde as she comes down from her high.
"I'm that good?" she says with a smirk.
This earns her a pout from the blond as she looks up at the brunette, "You're just lucky I'm so pent up,"
Hermione chuckles as she leans in to steal a quick kiss from the blonde, "So what would you like to do now?"
Fleur looks up and contemplates the question for a moment before saying, "Take off your clothes,"
Hermione blinks back in response to the blonde's demand and rebuttals "Then you take off yours,"
Fleur agrees as Hermione moves from atop her and removes her clothes. The blonde likewise does the same and folds them in a neat pile on the floor. Turning to face Hermione she is met with the sight of an erect penis between the younger witches' legs.
Sheepishly staring back Hermione can do little else but stare at the nakedness of the blonde. The fibers of her being coming alive at the sight. 'Bill's a lucky sod'
The two gaze upon one another stuck in an almost trance like state as they take each other in.
Taking in a breath Fleur asks, "Back to ze positions we were in before?"
Hermione shakes her head, "How about I get on my back and let you take the lead?"
This takes the blonde aback as she stares back at the brunette.
Sensing the blonde's trepidation Hermione says, "I want you to feel like you're in control," she offers a small smile in assurance, "ok?"
Fleur nods and offers a grateful smile in turn.
Hermione smiles back as she gets on the bed to lay back against the various soft white pillows at the head.
Once comfortable and with her erection still present, she reaches out a hand for Fleur to take.
Fleur takes in the witch before her, 'so selfless,' she thinks to herself as she takes the offered hand and moves to sit beside the younger witch.
She cups Hermione's cheek once more and pulls the witch in for a kiss. Feeling Hermione all but hum in pleasure at the contact. Urging her for more, Fleur sighs into the kiss as she takes Hermione's member in hand and begins to move up and down along the shaft.
Hermione moans into their kiss as Fleur feels empowered and pushes the witch further back into the pillows. Feeling as Hermione's hand reaches around to rub up and down her bare leg, coming to squeeze her bottom in a sensual hold.
She lets out a moan as she feels herself growing wet, her center slick with want with desire,
Giving the member two more pumps she stops earning a groan of protest from the younger witch.
"F-Fleur," Hermione groans in protest but makes no move to urge the blonde for more, allowing the blonde control of the situation.
Fleur simply smirks back, "I 'ave somzing better," she says as she throws a leg over the younger witch, straddling her.
Hermione can do little else but look on as Fleur straddles her and takes her member in hand.
"A-Are you sure you want this?" Hermione grits out as she makes eye contact with the blonde.
A simple "Oui" is the only warning she gets as the blonde sinks down onto her member and she throws her head back, guttural moan leaving her throat. Reveling in the sensation of being inside the blonde's most intimate parts. She places her hands on the blonde's hips as she waits for the blonde to adjust to the new sensation.
"You ok?" Hermione asks, hands on the blonde's hips.
Fleur nods and begins to move as the soft sound of their skin slapping is heard about the room.
"Fuuuck," is heard from outside the door as Hermione is brought back to the hard reality of what she's agreed to engage in.
Sensing the witches' tenseness Fleur leans forward arms on either side of Hermione's head.
"Don't zink of 'im only of me," she says as Hermione stares up into her eyes and nods.
Allowing herself to forget the man outside the door Hermione allows herself to enjoy the moment, if only for a bit. As Fleur starts to move up and down her shaft once more, she leans up and kisses along the blonde's chest, capturing one of her nipples. This earns her a moan from the french witch as she begins to pump her hips up, meeting the blonde's thrusts.
The sounds of their lovemaking fills the room as they melt vigorously into one another, neither caring for the red-headed man's growing agitation outside the door. Neither aware of the man's hard grip on his wand as he can do little else but hear the hard slaps and gutteral moans that escape his wife as she's fucked on their marriage bed.
'You like this, admit it' the voice inside his head mocks as the man hear's the sudden hard creaking of the bed and his wife's moan like yelps as they are mixed in with Hermione's groans.
His knuckles grow white as he hears the two's continued love making. Willing himself to do something. Anything! But finding himself unable to as he continues to hear their skin slap.
Within the room, Hermione finds herself pumping into the eager blonde. Having changed positions, she finds herself pumping into the blonde as they both lay on their sides. The blonde's legs firmly wrapped around her waist.
"Harder," Fleur husks out as Hermione pulls back and adjusts her position slightly to angle herself down into the blonde.
Slamming down she receives a pleased moan from the blonde. Urging her, Hermione's hand's roam about the french witch underneath her. She kneads the blonde's butt-cheek for a moment before traveling upward and capturing the blonde's lips in a kiss. Pace never stops as she ruts into the pliant blonde.
The sound of their skin slapping and and their labored breathing will be the first of many as they allow the night to carry them forward.
—- x —-
Present Day
And that's how it had all started. A simple ask and several conversations later. Found Hermione making the trip to Shell Cottage two or three times a week. Unknowingly leaving a piece of herself behind each time.
Neither one of her friends knowing the true reasoning for her late night returns from the Ministry.
Chalking it up to 'Hermione being Hermione' neither was aware of the true reason behind the witches' non-work activities.
'Can't exactly tell Ron I've been giving it to his brother's wife,' Hermione thinks to herself as she takes a sip of her beer.
"You'll never guess who asked about you the other day Mione," Ron says, bringing the witch back into the conversation.
Hermione raises a singular eyebrow, bringing the beer bottle to her lips tossing it back.
"Daphne Greengrass," Ron says.
Hermione all but coughs up the liquid as she struggles to get her bearings. Leaning over, Harry smacks the witches' back a few times.
"You ok Mione?" Ron asks, looking on in concern at his friend.
Coughing a few more times to clear her airway Hermione responds, "We went on a few dates and I never owled her back,"
Ron and Harry both look on at their friend incredulously, "Really Mione?" Ron exclaims as he takes in the sheepish look about his friend.
"Really not helping this casanova image you've got going," Harry states
Hermione shrugs, "I got caught up with a huge project at work," she looks down bashfully, "and I forgot,"
Both men look on at their friend and shake their heads, "Classic Mione, even though we're not in school anymore you still prioritize your work over your relationships," Harry states, taking a swig from his beer.
"I-I do not!" Hermione retorts.
"You went out with Tracey Davies 5th year and kept standing her up because you kept prioritizing your papers," Ron states, holding out his hand to count off the girls.
"Got dumped by Susan Bones for forgetting to respond to the letters she kept sending you," Harry chimes in. Ron holds out another finger.
"Dumped that scary looking bird Oksana because you said you had too much work and 'no time for relationships' " Ron says using air quotes.
"Not to mention the few girls in between, who we never saw but heard you sneak into your room at night," Harry says with a chuckle.
"Traitors the both of ya," Hermione grumbles as the boys have a laugh at their friend's expense.
Noticing Hermione's change in demeanor Harry quickly changes the subject to a lighter one, quidditch scores
Hermione sends the raven haired young man a grateful smile and listens as the two go on about the latest game.
Regarding the matter with Daphne, the truth was she hadn't gotten side-tracked by work. She'd gotten too wrapped up in going to Shell Cottage and giving it to Fleur. A fact that she couldn't quite tell her friends.
And so she sat listening to her two friends go on about the latest quidditch game, willing the emotions that threatened to bubble to the surface at the thought of the blonde veela.