It was their third wedding anniversary, but it was also Saturday.
Saturdays belonged to him.
Reflecting on their last anniversaries, he had learned that traditions for celebrating wedding anniversaries between Muggles and wizards were vastly different. That was a fact Draco had to learn the hard way on their first wedding anniversary. While Draco had prepared a surprise trip to France to recite their wedding vows again in front of the Malfoy family grotto, Hermione had only wanted to share the piece of their wedding cake she had kept frozen for just this occasion.
Not to mention that Hermione was not a fan of surprises, especially if the surprise stretched over the weekend and would thus keep her from her work. Any obstacle to her work had to be planned well in advance so that she could adjust her tightly planned schedule accordingly.
As a gift, Hermione had given him a high-quality stationery set with his initials embossed in silver. A gesture he had not been able to return as he had not prepared a present for her.
Paper, she had explained to him, was the traditional wedding anniversary gift.
But only for the first wedding anniversary. She had also told him the traditional gifts for the following wedding anniversaries and their meanings. Unfortunately, that list had been so overshadowed in his memory by his disappointment at her turning down the trip to France that he had forgotten all about it the following year.
Paper.
That was all that had stuck with him.
Thus on their second anniversary, though, Hermione had been visibly enchanted by his one thousand folded Origami cranes, the appropriate gift would have been cotton. So she had given him a new jersey for his Quidditch training while he had sat for hours on the cranes - without the help of magic! He had done all that because during their trip to Japan for the Quidditch World Cup she had been quite fascinated by the Japanese legend that a thousand folded cranes would give a couple a long and happy married life.
This year, however, Draco had learned his lesson.
Leather.
On Saturdays, his wife let go of all the control she usually held onto tightly. For a few hours, she would switch off completely and obey only him. After dinner, they would both retire separately. Hermione would take a relaxing bath before kneeling down naked in the middle of the room. Behind the closed doors of the room in the farthest corner of the Manor, far off the main wing, not only the outside world was shut out but also all the concerns that kept his wife all tense throughout the week.
After dinner, Draco dismissed her with the same words as every Saturday.
"You know what to do."
Disappointment. The feeling reflected on his wife's features. She had already gifted him with her present and had been waiting eagerly for her own.
Even though she tried to hide it, Draco had watched the expression grow steadily until it was written plainly across Hermione's face.
So, after finishing their dinner, Draco dismissed her with the same words as every Saturday.
Of course, she had not assumed that Draco would neglect their routine just because of their anniversary.
No, that was not where her disappointment stemmed from. It was the Muggle tradition she held so dearly, that he should have finally understood after his two failed attempts.
He watched as she left to prepare for the evening ahead, her shoulder slumped at the thought that he had forgotten the tradition altogether. He smirked at her retreating figure; just a little longer and she would gain her usual bounce back to her steps.
He traced the unassuming budge in his pocket; he could not wait to see her face when he presented his gift to her. He had prepared the perfect gift and had even added that certain magical something. The necessary enchantment he had found in one of the more special books in the Malfoy library. While the bookshelves were primarily filled with textbooks and historical text, there was also a section of the erotic kind in a hidden corner, made invisible to unsuspecting eyes by a variety of spells.
He had learned of the existence of such tucked-away sections from Marcus Flint during the summer holidays before his Fifth Year at Hogwarts. He had never spent so much time in the library as he did over that summer. The hidden volumes had awakened a desire in him and given him tools he had taken advantage of using in the following school year.
The spell he had cast on the gift was from a very old tome, written in runes, for which he had lacked the necessary knowledge to translate at the time. Now, however, with patience, preparation time, and with the help of the appropriate translation aids, he had translated a large part of it. Most of it was just old-fashioned variants of spells that he had already mastered and tested. One spell, however, had been particularly promising. Just the thing to compensate Hermione for his two previous failures, to show that he was learning and listening .
All the effort he had put into his preparations, however, did not mean that he would present her with the gift immediately. Quite the opposite. Her joy, in the end, would multiply the longer he made her wait for it.
Draco sat in his study, brushing his fingertips back and forth over the buttery soft leather of his gift, while the Quidditch gloves Hermione had given him lay unheeded on his desk. He had to congratulate himself on his ingenuity. The leather collar not only perfectly complemented the necessary parts for the enchantment, but would also serve as a fitting accessory for their playtime.
Leisurely his fingers moved onto the metal ring that connected the leather to a circle. It was cold and smooth. He had forged it himself, the metal embedded with magic.
Attached to the ring were two pendants, the enchantment triggers. Finding twin stones, as they were called, had been no easy task. But with perseverance and the appropriate funds, anything was possible. One of his father's few words of wisdom that had held true.
The round stones were set in crescent moons made of silver. One waning and one waxing crescent moon. Each bathed in lust in their respective moon phases. For that part, he had needed Hermione's cooperation. Blindfolded, bound, and already dripping with desire, she had not noticed that instead of their usual toys, he had been dragging the stones agonisingly slow through her pool of arousal.
Draco admired his gift once more before sliding it into his pocket and setting off towards their playroom. To keep Hermione waiting any longer would be cruel.
The portraits along the corridor looked at him disapprovingly. This dislike, however, only sparked satisfaction in Draco. He liked the thought that his ancestors had to listen to the lustful screams of his Muggle-born wife every Saturday and knew that he was sullying their ancient bloodline.
However, to prevent them from expressing their disgust, he had cast some spells on them. For Hermione, they were landscape paintings. No eyes, no ears, no mouths. Not that the paintings could have voiced any of their opinions on the matter anyway. Not after they had seen fit to advise Draco against his choice of wife. He had made sure of that.
The knowledge that he had enraged generations of Malfoys by marrying Hermione made him whistle a cheerful tune every time. Hermione had once asked him if her giving him full control over her really made him so happy. That was certainly one part of it, but angering his ancestors was the other, not that he had told her that. With a final wink in the direction of a particularly grim-looking portrait, Draco pushed the double doors to their playroom open.
"Good evening, pet." The way she sat up straighter at the sound of his voice would never tire Draco. He loved that he had such an effect on her.
"Good evening, Master." Her reply came readily, with pleasure he watched her open her knees wider for him. She knew exactly how much he appreciated seeing her already wet vulva glistening in the glow of the fireplace. In a few strides, he had crossed the room and taken a seat in his armchair next to the fireplace. With two fingers Draco beckoned her forward. Hermione settled down between his legs and peered up at him expectantly. The flames of the fire danced in her big brown eyes
"Today is a special day." Draco leaned forward, cupping her cheek. She immediately nuzzled into his hand. With his other hand, he pulled the leather collar from his pocket. Her eyebrows shot up in pleasant surprise at the sight of the leather. Amused, Draco chuckled and drew patterns on her cheek with his thumb.
"Leather. As you can see, I haven't forgotten, pet." His hand slid to the back of her neck pulling her off her heels to stand on her knees.
"Stretch your beautiful neck for me, my pet"
As instructed, she leaned her head back and gathered her mass of hair in her hands, allowing him better access. With a swipe of his finger across the centre of the ring, it split in half. Gently, he put the collar on her and closed the ring with another finger swipe.
"Thank you, Master." Hermione remained in the pose, completely devoted to him, awaiting further orders.
"Go ahead. It will activate with your touch, pet." He encouraged watching as excitement lit her eyes.
Her mane cascaded down her shoulders and her fingers tentatively wandered down the length of her neck. From the nape forward, she ran them along the leather. Her fingertips had just touched the ring when her nipples began to stiffen. Sweet Salazar, Draco loved how responsive his wife was. Finally, her fingers brushed against the twin stones, a surprised gasp escaping her lips.
One moment Draco was licking his lips in pleasure, the next he was blinded by a bright light. A hiss escaped his lips and he raised a hand protectively over his eyes. When the glare no longer penetrated his eyelids, he lowered his hand and blinked, dark spots dancing in his vision.
Upon seeing clearly again, Draco realised a fundamental misconception he had made in the translation of the spell runes. Based on his interpretation of the rune for "double", Draco had thought that the spell would double Hermione's desire and sensations. But if he could believe his eyes, he was wrong and double, in fact, meant two Hermiones . It had been the single rune he had not been entirely sure about. His trust in his correct interpretation now cost him dearly as two Hermiones lay on the ground in front of him, blinking dazedly.
Draco had two choices.
He could try to reverse the magic, which if it failed forced him to admit Hermione to St. Mungos, which, in turn, meant that he would have to explain what kind of enchantment it was. Or he could trust his interpretation of the remaining standard runes and continue with the evening as planned, of course now with the addition of another Hermione. He had little time to make up his mind as the twin versions of his wife studied at each other in confusion.
"Eyes on me, pet." He tried drawing their attention from each other back to him, using a commanding tone, his voice firm. Their heads swivelled towards him immediately, but he had not gained the control he wanted.
Draco could see Hermione's brain going into overdrive. Exactly what they tried to avoid on Saturdays. She looked up at him for help, looking for reassurance that everything was going according to plan.
He had often surprised her with some experimental magic before. Saturdays were the few days when she tolerated, even liked such things. Suddenly being presented with another version of herself was apparently not one of those welcome surprises.
His gift could not fail again. This anniversary was meant to be double compensation.
Draco could rely on his ability to translate a standard set of runes correctly and trust that the reversal was just as easy as it had been described. He was certain of that section's translation. After all, he had tried other spells from the book before, the runes describing the activation and reversal simple enough for even beginners to interpret correctly.
Checking and questioning his translations over and over was his standard procedure when it came to trying spells with Hermione. Draco would never want to harm her.
Thus, he made his decision: he would proceed as planned, reversing the enchantment if it was too much for her.
First, he made sure that she was all right.
"Hippogriff," he stated. It was the safe word he used to check in with her. Two pairs of brown eyes looked at him uncertainly, almost frightened.
"How are you feeling?" He questioned softly. The two Hermiones looked at each other as if they needed each other's consent to answer.
"Fine." the left Hermione replied and the other nodded in agreement.
"That's good." He gently stroked the right Hermione's hair, her eyes fluttering shut at the touch.
Hesitantly, Hermione to his left raised her hand to her own head and patted it lightly. It was almost cute how she tried to compete for his attention with herself. Despite the tricky situation, the corners of Draco's mouth lifted into a grin and he made to pat her as well.
When she pushed his hand away, Draco was confused. Had he angered the left Hermione so much with his experiment that she would not accept this simple affection from him?
She shook her head no as if she had understood his concerned gaze. "Do it again," She pushed a lock behind her ear. A nervous habit of hers. "With her." There was no distrust reflected in her big brown eyes. Instead, she had that very particular look on her face that she got when solving an especially tricky problem.
Draco complied with her request and continued to caress the silent Hermione's head, earning him a satisfied hum.
Attentively, the left Hermione watched while the right simply enjoyed his affection.
"Touch another spot." Hermione bit her lower lip, a clear sign that she had already formed a theory.
With a raised eyebrow, Draco let his fingers travel down to her cheek, to her neck, briefly skirted her collarbone, and ended at her breast. All the while he had kept his eyes on the left Hermione to see where he should touch the other. His fingers had merely followed the path her eyes had mapped out for him. While the gears seemed to be visibly whirling in one's mind, the other's eyes were brimming with desire. Now that his fingers remained on her breast, waiting for further instructions from the left Hermione, the silent one stretched her back to press her breast further against his hand.
"Harder" His hand twitched at the request. He wondered what was going through his wife's mind right now. Usually, Draco would have asked her immediately what made her ask him to do that when they had just interrupted the scene, but the parted lips and the soft gasps of the others distracted him too much.
"Please." This was the first word the right Hermione uttered came on a sigh.
Merlin, damn it, Draco could not hold back when she eagerly asked him to. Without further overthinking on his part, he pinched her nipple resolutely.
A groan from one mingled with a hiss from the other in the air.
Interesting.
Somehow he had elicited a reaction from both of them. As if he had pinched her too, the Hermione to his left, ran her thumb over her nipple soothingly.
Very interesting .
The runic passage describing the 'double' sensations flashed through Draco's mind again. Perhaps he had not been entirely mistaken after all. To check his assumption, he tugged on the nipple of the right one. Hermione preferred pulling over tweaking.
Whimpers and whines filled the room. The left Hermione's gaze shifted from a guarded nervousness to one of longing and excitement. Double pleasure indeed, although he had to come up with a way to tell them apart.
Aphrodite and Venus crossed his mind, both goddesses of love, lust and beauty, fitting for his wife.
"Quaffle?" It was Hermione's safe word and should she confirm it they would continue the interrupted scene.
"Quaffle," the Hermione to his right agreed, earning her another tug on her nipple before he leaned back in his chair. Due to her eagerness, Draco would call her Venus, which had a more sinful ring to it.
"Go ahead, then." He commanded.
With a pointed look towards the outline of his hard on in his trousers there was no doubt about what exactly he meant them to do. With both of them surging forward at once they bumped shoulders and neither could come close enough to reach for his belt.
Draco could not suppress a snigger and was met with angry looks from both of them. His pets did not like it when people made fun of them.
"You'll figure it out," he reassured them and opened his legs further, granting them more space. Like a silent agreement, this time they both looked at each other briefly before Aphrodite allowed Venus to go first.
With nimble fingers, she pulled the belt tip through the loop and unbuckled the belt. A few touches later she had freed his hard cock and testicles from the confinement of his trousers.
At the sight of his erection, she wet her lips with her tongue, her hungry eyes fixed on the drop of precum forming on the tip of his cock. She was about to envelop him with her mouth but he kept her head at a distance with one hand fisted in her hair.
"Nuh-uh. Sharing is caring. Don't be greedy, pet." With an outstretched finger on his thigh, he indicated this was her first strike.
"Forgive me, Master." Submissively, Venus fixed her eyes on the floor and slid to the side so they could sit side by side between his legs. After a brief initial struggle, both found a position where they were not blocking each other. The way they both licked his shaft with broad strokes of their tongues was a sight to behold. Reverent, Draco watched their interplay, pleasure surging through his body.
They took turns sucking his glans with their warm and wet mouths, bobbing their heads up and down his length. One was more enthusiastic than the other. It was almost like a competition, the way both pulled out all the stops to give him pleasure. The moment his cock left one mouth, another was already upon him.
They became so engrossed in their desire to claim his arousal that passing him in between their keen mouths got a little too much like yanking for his liking.
"Careful, pet." Draco ground out, halting both with his warning. "Work together, not against each other. Understood?" Tapping two fingers on the hand currently loosening its hold on his cock, he signaled the second strike.
"Yes, Master" they answered in unison.
With just one more strike to go until her misbehaviour had consequences, both finally began to better coordinate their ministrations. Alone, Hermione was already very skilled at oral sex and knew exactly what he liked, but in pairs she took it to a whole new level.
While one swirled her tongue teasingly around his slit, lapping up droplets of precum, the other enveloped his balls with her mouth, applying just the right pressure.
Merlin, bless the day Draco had decided to not give up on translating that particular enchantment. Groaning, he fully relaxed into his seat, relishing in the blissful heat running through his veins. If they kept going at it like that Draco was not sure he would last very long and he wanted to savour this as long as he could.
"See, you can get along just fine. Keep being good for me and I will reward you, pet." The promise of a reward elicited a moan from them, Draco's eyes fluttered closed in pleasure at the vibrations around his cock and balls. He could already feel his thighs going tense, and the warmth in his loins growing into a rising heat. Only the sudden cold feeling on his testicles after Venus had drawn back, kept Draco from coming.
She peered up at him intently, a sly smile on her lips. Her hand crept up Aprodite's back, over her neck to the back of Aphrodite's head, who still dutifully maintained her rhythm.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Up and down.
With her fingers sprawled out on Aprodite's head, Venus pushed, halting the rhythm.
down.
down.
down.
Slowly but steadily, Venus pushed down until Aphrodite's nose was buried in his blonde curls. The tight wetness of her throat squeezing his glans was a heavenly sensation. Draco sucked in a sharp breath at the rush of whitehot ecstasy that settled in his lower body. Hermione had often tried before but, although she had come close, had never succeeded in taking him in whole.
Until tonight.
He had to keep from bucking his hip upwards to fuck her throat, fearing he might hurt her. It took every shred of willpower he had not to lose control and sheath himself in her throat over and over again.
Just as slowly as she had taken him in, Aphrodite lifted back up. Saliva dripped from her chin as she gasped greedily for air. Noticing that he had been holding his breath, Draco let out a ragged exhale. Still with his hand on the back of Aphrodite's head, Venus cheekily smiled up at him. A kind of pride gleamed in her eyes as she stroked Aphrodite's hair.
"Good girl." He praised them as a spark of joy lit up in both pairs of brown orbs.
Yes, praise got his wife going and if she kept up that enthusiasm he would shower her in it. A couple more soothing strokes across Aphrodite's hair and Venus switched places with her. Carefully, she took his hand from where it lay on his thigh and placed it on her head.
"Master," she sighed and gave his glans a chaste kiss before sucking it in. Her tongue ran along the crown before she released him with an audible pop. She repeated the steps again and again, fully focusing on his head, his sweet spot. Each time, desire shot up his spine like electricity. The longer she did it, the tighter he gripped her hair, until his knuckles turned white. One last repetition of her teasing, then she gazed up at him expectantly. His glans lay on her outstretched tongue, her mouth wide open, her jaw relaxed, ready for him to take over.
"Please, Master." After her breather, Aphrodite spoke up again, her voice desperate and needy.
"Please, what?" Came his demand. He loved making her tell him what she wanted. Hearing those words rolling from that beautiful mouth, spoke to a primal need of his.
Although he was already at his limit, he needed her to say it. Having her voice her desires would make this all the more pleasurable for him. She knew he could hardly ever refuse her anything as long as she asked for it nicely, begged for it.
His cock twitched impatiently on her tongue.
"Please, use me." It was a mere whisper from Aphrodite. With his fingers fisted in her hair, Draco held Venus in place as she sought to take him in. He raised his eyebrow, indicating that she had to be more specific. She knew what he needed to hear from her before he complied with her wish.
"Please, I beg you. Fuck my throat." Sweet Salazar, how had hearing her curse still that kind of power over him? Even after years of coaxing such filthy words from her, it never lost its charm. Such sweet profanity from the lips of his prim and proper wife had Draco groan as he slowly pushed his length further into Venus' waiting mouth.
Through his initial shallow thrusts she hummed appreciatively around him. The burning desire with which Aphrodite watched him seek his pleasure with Venus' mouth spurred him on. Letting go of her hair he grasped the back of her head and bore down. With every inch he pushed her down further, the heat in Aphrodite's gaze increased, she panted through parted lips. As he moved past the first ridge in her oesophagus, Draco groaned out a "Good girl." Venus' moan in answer to his praise nearly drove him mad, so wonderful was the interplay of vibration and tightness in her throat. With her nose pressed against him, he continued to roll his hips to gently fuck that deepest part of her throat. Whining from the feeling of him abusing her throat without him even having to touch her, Draco watched a single tear run down Aphrodite's cheek. One more roll of his hips and he pulled out.
"Relax your throat for me, pet. I'll fuck you in earnest now." Their eyes lit up with anticipation.
"Yes," groaned Venus, her voice a little hoarse.
" Please ." Aphrodite massaged her throat, shooting him a wanton smile.
As he held Venus's head steady between his hands, Draco surged forward to drive his arousal deep into her throat. His eyes did not leave Aphrodite's for one second, watching for any signs of pain, but he only found delight, so he drove into her in abandon. Draco paired every thrust with a praise, making her lean farther into it, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her willingness to please him would never seize to amaze him.
Every time his head penetrated her throat it was like a small explosion of bliss. The intensity only increased, building a tight knot behind his navel. On an especially deep thrust it became too much. The tension erupted and flooded every cell of his body. His rhythm faltered and he came with jerky thrusts into her mouth. Draco could feel his seed spilling into her mouth as his balls pulsed. She caught every last drop of it, her lips tightly sealed around his shaft.
"Such a good pet." He loosened his grip on her head as he slid out of her mouth. His hands moved down to her cheeks and with his thumb Draco brushed away the tear stains. "So beautiful. You've done so well for me, pet." While this gained him a sound similar to a purr from Venus, Aphrodite whined, visibly upset at his lack of attention and praise for her.
The warning about having a stamina potion on hand was beginning to make sense. His wife was usually not this desperate. He would have to take care of that. She got attention from Venus first, though. Her mouth still full of his spend, Venus turned around. He watched spellbound as her hand forced Aphrodite's head back by pulling her hair. She was so rough that Aphrodite gasped in surprise. Venus slowly let his sperm slide down her tongue into the other's open mouth. Draco focused on the thread of white liquid as it slowly dripped down.
Drop by drop, his cum dripped from one mouth to the other. With the last drop, Venus plunged her tongue into Aphrodite's mouth, seeking to regain what she had just given. Their tongues twirled around each other, stirring and mixing his cum in their mouths. The wet sound of their tongues and the moans was like music in his ears. Content with letting them have this moment to themselves, Draco merely leaned back, his penis tucked back into his trousers, and enjoyed the show… until their legs started spasming. They were both positioned in a way that Draco could not see whether they just steadied themselves on their hands between their legs or whether their hands were straying elsewhere. Sneaky little pets.
Strike three.
His after orgasm bliss was immediately replaced by disappointment. It seemed that he had to teach his pets a lesson they should have learned by now and that Hermione had followed obediently for years now. Although he had not planned for a punishment tonight, Draco would not tolerate such misbehaviour. He would have to stray from his plan to reinforce their rules.
In one swift movement, he stood and separated them, their hair fisted tightly in his hands. A white thread spread between their lips as they whined.
"Hands where I can see them," he hissed, his jaw tight. It was an explicit command, but they hesitated. Of course, they knew that he had caught them disobeying one of his most basic rules.
No self-induced orgasms unless he had allowed it, and he had not.
Here they were, having stolen one from him right under his nose. Their audacity had his blood running cold.
"Don't make me say it twice." His voice was cold but calm. Hermione had come to learn that it was the calm before the storm. Hands shot up for him to inspect. He let go of their hair and clamped his hands around their wrists, holding two in each hand.
He would inspect their hands for any traces of her intoxicating aroma and taste, starting with Venus'. A quick sniff and lick of her fingers exonerated her as a suspect. Although he had found nothing, he kept holding on to them. As he lifted Aphrodite's hands, she whimpered pitifully, but rules had been established and breaking them brought punishment on the culprit. Just like he had thought, her fingers glistened, the strong smell of her nectar invading his nose. With broad strokes of his tongues he licked the remaining essence off her digits.
"Bad, pet." They would not meet his eye.
"You broke the rules," He tightened his hold around their wrists. "You stole from me."
"Just her!", Venus interjected, looking at him pleadingly.
"So you didn't come just now?" he shot back. She cast her eyes guiltily to the ground.
"Thought so," Draco let go of their wrists, walking past them to his toy chest, a hand already in the drawer."Stand up. Arms above your head," he clipped, knowing that he did not have to turn around to be certain that they would obey him now.
Further resistance would only make the punishment worse. His fingers slid smoothly over his selection of punishment tools. He took his sweet time in choosing what he wanted to use on them, while a non-verbal spell fastened ropes from the ceiling down around their wrists until they were forced to stand on their tiptoes. His pets should have enough time to mull over their wrongdoings: what they had done, why they had done it and why it displeased him. Feeling eyes burning into his back, he decided to blindfold them with another non-verbal spell. It was always more entertaining for him when she did not know what he had planned for her. Satisfied with his choice, Draco began circling around them. His eyes were immediately drawn to their hands as they performed the hand gestures that showed no nerves were damaged by the binding.
They were beautiful, bound and completely at his mercy. The glow of the fire painted shadows on their skin, accentuating their feminine curves. His eyes raked up and down their bodies thinking of all the things he would do to them once he was finished with the punishment. The way they pushed out their perk arses, allowing him a better view of their drenched core made it hard for him to restrain himself. How he would have rather gone straight to the pleasurable part of the evening, but rules were rules and without consequences quite meaningless.
Draco would have to lie, though, if he said he did not enjoy this rare opportunity to enforce his rules. It had taken Hermione some time to become the obedient and eager little pet she was, but she had learned soon enough and punishments had become scarce. He relished in watching them shiver and wriggle. He loved the rush of power as they turned their heads to not lose track of his steps, to always be aware of where he was. The little tremble that ran through her whole body as he casually brushed against her while walking past, plastered a devilish grin on his lips. He might be disappointed at his pets for breaking the rules but he did not mind the punishment. Letting them guess when he would finally commence with whatever he had in plan for them was half the fun. As he played his little waiting game with them, Draco stroked himself through his trousers. They were just looking too tempting not to.
"Three strikes, pet", he murmured into Aphrodite's ear before his steps led him to the other. "Do you know what they were?" The flap of the riding crop brushed down Venus' side and she jerked slightly at the sudden touch. "I didn't want to share." Two consecutive hits on either cheek of her ass before he continued his circular walk.
"That wasn't very nice of you." He accentuated the nice with a swing onto the back of Aphrodite's thighs. "Or was it?" Draco let the flap trail upwards between Venus' legs before he pressed it against her dripping cunt.
"No," she choked out.
"No, it wasn't." He heard Aphrodite's sob behind him.
Alternating between them, Draco dealt out a series of blows with the crop. To her arse, to the back and insides of their thighs. He did not fall into a pattern, though, and mixed in a couple of spanks to change it up every once in a while. Keeping her alert and listening for his next swing was half the fun for him. After each set he made sure to soothe the skin with barely there caresses, his enjoyment soaring at the sight of the red streaks he left on her skin. It was a punishment but also a lesson. When he had both of them panting, Draco pulled out his next tool of choice.
"Your second strike, then." Only holding onto the chain, he let the nipple clamps dangle from his fingers. The familiar sound enticed a whimper from Aphrodite, and Venus strained slightly against the rope. He came to a stop in front of Aphrodite, standing close enough for her to feel his breath on her skin.
"Tell me, what was your second strike?" As he brought the cold metal of the chain into contact with Aphrodite's skin, she gasped.
"Hastyyyyy-" Her answer ended in a long whine as the clamp fastened itself magically around her taut nipple. "I was too hasty." A yelp cut through the room as the second clamp drew close. Taking a couple steps back, Draco admired his handiwork as Aphrodite balanced on her tiptoes, completely exposed to him. He saw her squeeze her thighs tightly together in search of relief. For now, he let her, she would regret it soon enough. Following up with their second strike, he hooked one finger into the chain and began to pull.
" Why shouldn't you be hasty?" A bead of sweat made its way down her collar bones, ran between her breasts and lost itself in her navel. The glow of the fire let the wet line shine golden.
"You- you like to-" A deep moan. "take your time." That was only part of the truth and she knew it. Not satisfied with her answer he gave the chain a brief sharp tuck. Aphrodite pressed her legs together harder and hissed in pain. Draco's lips quirked up in a smirk at the knowledge how much she relished in the cocktail of pain and pleasure coursing through her veins. He would not make it too agreeable for her, though.
"So, it's only because I like to take my time?" The chain was taut and Aphrodite arched her back in an attempt to shift her chest closer to him. All Draco had to do was to adjust his hand slightly to keep it straight.
"No, no, no." Venus chanted. "For me . It's for me." It became harder for them to answer the longer they waited, Draco unrelenting in keeping the chain tight. He merely hummed, waiting for them to go on. As they still took their sweet time he began pulsing his finger, the chain transmitting his movement straight to her nipples. Whines and whimpers combined into a wonderful melody.
"Come on, pet. Tell me the reason." He helped to speed up her confession, growing impatient himself. The glistening sheen between her legs made him ravenous. Draco palmed his growing erection through his trousers. Just because he had to punish her, did not mean he also had to punish himself.
"It's more enjoyable." He let go slightly as they finally came close to admitting the full truth, the real reason they did not rush. "For both of us." The chain made a tinkling sound as Draco unhooked his finger, letting it fall against Aphrodite's skin, softly swaying. Venus sighed in relief.
"See, that wasn't so hard." With great care he released both clamps and soothed the skin with gentle touches. Putting the clamps back into his pocket, he walked on to Venus' side. He leaned in to whisper into her ear.
"Third strike, pet. Tell me what you did."
"I came," she sobbed knowing full well that the short pleasure they had stolen for themselves had not been worth it. "I made myself come." Her body tensed as he cupped her core with his hand. "You've been very bad, pet."
"I'm sorry, Master," Venus breathed, leaning her heavy head against her arms. "I know you are." His finger ran along her slit, her want covering his digit. "Nevertheless you have to be punished, to make sure you learned your lesson." So soaking wet was she for him that he could smoothly insert the first, then the second finger.
"I'm really sorry, Master." Her voice was dripping with repent.
"Let's get even, then." Methodically he stroked his fingertips against the slightly spongy spot inside her. He could feel her pants puff against his skin as she tried to keep her voice in. Over her shoulder, Draco watched Aphrodite writhe against her restraints. With each stroke he increased the pressure until he drew deep moans from them with every movement of his fingers.
"Tell me when you're close, pet." It was loud enough for both of them to hear his command, not that he really needed them to tell him. She was like an open book to him, he knew all her signs and tells. Even just listening to her breathing, the way it sped up and stuttered, would have been enough. As it was, Draco could take all of it in. Venus' moans and whimpers were music in his ears, Aphrodite digging her nails into the rope and swaying on her tiptoes the most beautiful dance he had ever beheld.
"Close?" He rubbed her hard.
" So close." Of course Draco already knew that. Her walls had tightened up, making it hard to move, but he wanted to nudge her just a little closer. He doubled down on his efforts and started circling her clit with the pad of his thumb. Draco wanted her tittering right on the edge, wanted her to hold on, wanted her to repay him, one denied orgasm at a time. Aphrodite's eyebrows knit from the effort it took for them not to fall over the edge. One more push and he would know if they were willing enough to withdraw from the ecstasy to make amends. His thumb placed firmly on her bud and his fingers pressing upwards Draco brought them just in the reach of the point of no return. Then, he let go. It was entirely up to them whether they toppled over.
"Don't come." Venus shrieked right into his ear, her whole body pulling tight and her legs clamping down on his hand but her walls did not spasm around his fingers.
They had not come. When she had withstood the threatening waves of pleasure from consuming her, Venus slumped against him, breathing hard.
"Such an obedient pet." With his free hand, he drew soothing patterns on her back. She gradually began to relax into his embrace, allowing Draco to carefully slide his fingers out of her and extract his hand from between her legs.
"Do you think you'll keep the rules now, pet?" He felt her nod against his shoulder, whispering a string of "Yes, yes, yes. I'll be so good. Your good little pet". It was like her own personal mantra. The corners of his mouth pulled into a mischievous smirk.
Just loud enough for Venus to hear him, he whispered "Just one more and we're even."
The way her breath failed her at the thought of another denied orgasm sent a hot need through his body. Not much longer and he would give his desire free rein.
For now, he had to see this punishment through or all the rules would mean nothing. A last pat on her butt and he stepped back from her, his feet taking determined steps towards the quivering mess that was Aphrodite. Still recovering from the edging, she was only held upright by the rope.
Draco grabbed by the chin and lifted her head up to get a better look at her face.
"You seem a little out of breath." He could clearly hear the shift in her breathing, see the change as her chest rose higher, as she tried to calm herself, to braise herself for him collecting his deed.
Her tongue darted out of her mouth to catch a taste of herself from his fingers tracing her lips. At the pleased moans he let her have it, pushing his digits into her mouth for her to suck on them. The texture of her tongue against his skin was damn sinful and he had to hold back from fingerfucking her mouth. Sweet Salazar, the two of them would be the death of him. She released his fingers, licking her lips, savouring the taste.
He grabbed her face, turning it sideways so he could speak right into her ear. "Listen, pet." She stood a little taller with attention, fully focused then on his voice.
"One more, just one more, and I will ravage you. I'll make you scream until your voice gives out. Fuck, I want to feel you come on my cock."
Her shaky inhale was all the evidence he needed to know that they were equally as eager to begin the fun part of the evening. "It would be such a shame if all my preparation were for nothing." His hand slid to her throat where he played with the pendant of her collar. "You think you can do that for me?" He was asking for a lot, but, Merlin, it would pay off if she complied.
"I can do it." It was barely audible and he had not been sure if she could do it, thus her confirmation elated him. It would not take long for him to bring her to the edge again.
"Just once." He followed the glistening path, where sweat had dampened her skin, from her neck down to her clit.
"fuck." She rocked her hips against his hand.
"Just once." Draco parted his fingers and began running them along the outer and inner lips of her vulva.
"Fuck." Her teeth sunk down into her lush lip, muffling her moans. That would not do, Draco wanted to hear her voice, wanted to hear her little noises swell to full-blown screams.
"Just once." A routine he liked to keep, that his wife had not figured out - his little secret - was that he liked to write his name onto her. An invisible sign to mark her as his. His alone. It was his way of reminding himself that this wonderful witch had chosen him. That he could call her his made his breast swell with pride.
" Fuck ." Glancing to the side, he could see that Venus had her head thrown back in pleasure, whining.
"Just once." Already coated in her want, his fingers slid into Aphrodite easily, pumping in and out.
" I can't !" With white knuckles, Venus held onto her rope. She would have to hold on a little longer.
"You can ." He assured her.
Just like the first time, he brought them right to the edge before removing himself. Despite all her writhing and strained sobs, Aphrodite did not shatter around his fingers. Venus' agonised cry echoed in his ears. Draco was very satisfied with them. His perfect little pets.
With the punishment finally over, they could move on with his previous plan.
In one swift movement, he ripped the blind from Aphrodite and kissed her. He poured everything into this kiss. How proud he was that they had withstood the temptation twice, how impatient he was to finally take them, to keep his promise to absolutely ravish them. He kissed her so deeply, plundering her mouth with his tongue that he had to draw back to regain his breath.
"My good little pet," he purred against her lips, unfastening the rope around her wrists. Gathering her body into his arms, he carried Aphrodite over to the four-poster bed.
"Be right back." He whispered to her so that he could go back to his other prize that was awaiting to join her twin on the bed.
Venus hung limp from her fastened wrists, exhausted from the strain of not giving in. Despite all that, she still found the strength to circle her arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. Her tongue glided over the seam of his lips, begging for entrance which he granted without resistance. She tasted like sin, like forbidden fruit. Their tongues engaged in a smooth dance, pushing and pulling, hungry for each other. He could not indulge in the tender caresses of her tongue for long, though, as he did not want to keep the other waiting. Just like with Aphrodite he picked her up and lay her next to the other, her legs dangling off the edge. They were beautiful, so out of breath, eyes brimming with lust.
"Don't hold back now." There was something he wanted to try. If his theory was right one could feel what the other felt. But did their sensations add up? He would start off with Venus. Her wet heat welcomed his fingers back. His eyes were trained on the both of them, searching for confirmation of his theory. With every swipe upwards, they joined him with a move of their hips, Aphrodite merely bucking into the air.
"I see." So he had been right about them sharing feelings.
On to the next phase of his test. Upon inserting two fingers into Aphrodite as well, he was rewarded with simultaneous deep, long moans.
Interesting .
"Let me play with you, pet." He began alternating movements inside the two of them, his fingers hitting the sweet spot of at least one of them at all times. The resulting reaction was better than anything he could have wished for. He had never gotten a response from her this easily. Both their backs were arched off the bed and they clasped each other's hand. To the torment of the steady curling of his fingers inside them, he added presses and circlings of their clits with his thumbs. Not long and they were thrashing, seeking their own release. All in glaring contrast with the "Stop! Please, stop!" that resonated through the room, but Draco stayed unrelenting. Since he had edged them twice already, it did not take long to make them come.
Adhering to his command, they did not hold back. Their orgasm hit them in full blow, their mouths wide open in a silent scream, their legs trembling with the waves of ecstasy washing over them. Even with his hands removed they continued to ride out their orgasm, their channels pulsing around nothing.
As their laboured breaths calmed down to a mere panting, Draco rid himself of his clothing with a quick spell. The confines of his clothes removed, his erection stood at attention.
"You okay, pet?" No matter how impatient he got, Draco always put Hermione first and in this extraordinary situation he felt that checking in with her was the least he could do.
"Yes," Venus smiled up at him, satisfaction written all over her face. "Just a little overwhelmed. I'll be fine." Aphrodite's longing and lustful leer only served to demonstrate their readiness for more. Still, Draco wanted to make their fun last as long as he could so he decided to deviate from his previous plan.
Glad that he could move on to the fun part, Draco leisurely pumped his achingly hard penis, smearing their juices all over it.
"I am such a lucky man, having two of you, pet. This way you can ride me while I can feast on your sweet pussy. Would you like that?" He offered them his hand to pull them off the bed, which he took as an answer to his question. He helped them off the bed, making room for himself.
The soft and cold sheets did little to cool him down. Draco was brimming with want. The punishment and his experiment had delayed the main event of the evening for long enough. Once he had made himself comfortable they crawled to kneel beside him. They exchanged glances, deciding their positions. In the end, Venus took the initiative and straddled him, pressing his erection to her entrance. Aphrodite was just about to frame his face with her legs, when he stopped her, making a circular motion with his hand.
"The other way round, pet. I want you to watch yourself. I want you to see what I usually see, just how beautiful you are." As if on cue, Venus eased herself onto him, the image of pure bliss, so beautiful.
Once completely seated upon him, she steadied herself with her hands on his torso. She began tentatively moving her hips, her untamed mane framing her radiant face perfectly. Still kneeling beside him, Aphrodite mewled, watching Venus rocking her hips. Seeing her want glistening, Draco suddenly felt starved, ravenous, and dragged her onto him.
Her dripping core finally settled over him, Draco dug in as if it was his last meal on earth. He gently nibbled her folds, plunged his tongue into her opening, drinking her essence right from the source, sucked her clit until she was screaming in pleasure.
All the while, Draco helped guide Venus' movements with his hands on her waist. For every lap, lick, and suction he felt a resulting squeezing and tightening on his dick. What a learning experience this was, getting immediate feedback for his ministrations on Aphrodite from Venus' pussy. Faced with this unique opportunity Draco used his whole arsenal of techniques, mentally cataloguing her response. Having identified her favourites, he worshipped her sex extensively.
They were so lost in his affections that all of Venus' grinding and dipping stopped, her canal continuously clenching and twitching around him. Thus Draco took hold of her waist and slammed into her from below, eliciting an outcry from both of them. The harder his plunges and the faster his pounds the louder and higher got their screams.
His damned ancestors were probably fuming in their portraits. The thought had him going even harder in hopes that the whole corridor resonated with their sweet noises. Their cries, sobs, moans, and groans were the ingredients to the orgams brewing within him. Judging from the increased clenching of Venus' canal they were close as well.
The sound of his thighs slamming against her plump butt as he pistoned into her, merged with them begging " Please! Please! Please! " into a divine symphony. One firm suck on her clit combined with his ferocious bucks, pushed them over the edge. Aphrodite's walls convulsed so violently that she dragged him right with her. Draco faltered in his thrusts, pressing his fingers firmly into her waist, pulling her flush against him so he could shoot his sperm as deeply into her as he could.
While Venus' core pulsed frantically, sending a crescendo of pleasure down his spine, Aphrodite drenched him in her arousal, which he swallowed with delight. He must have ascended into heaven, cloud nine to be precise.
The moment Venus lifted herself off him and slumped back against the bedpost, Aphrodite leaned forward to capture every last drop that ran down his shaft. Draco hissed, his member still sensitive from just having come.
Propping himself up on his elbows, he observed his pets. Both were obviously not sated yet. Venus had gathered up some of his cum and licked it hungrily off her fingers, moaning at the taste. His length twitched in Aphrodite's mouth at the sight. Merlin, he would wrestle one orgasm from them after the other, until they begged him to stop.
But one man could only regain his strength so fast.
Although he had thought the advice that came with the spell to be utter nonsense, Draco had prepared the stamina potion like it had cautioned the user to do. Confronted with the seemingly insatiable cravings of his pets, Draco had to resort to taking the potion. He would be utterly knackered tomorrow but he would face the consequences then. For now, he summoned the vial and enthusiastically downed the potion. Tomorrow's problems be damned. The effect of the potion was immediate and his softening cock became rock hard again. Grabbing Aphrodite by the hair, Draco pulled her up onto her knees.
"That's enough, pet. I have better use for your sinful mouth elsewhere." He maneuvered his legs out from under her and kneeled behind her. One arm around her middle and one hand around her throat, he held her close to him, her body vibrating with anticipation.
"Listen carefully, pet." He addressed both of them, moving his arm from Venus' middle down to play with her bud while he outlined his plans to them. "I will fuck you until you beg me to stop. Do you understand?" Their agreement on cases like this were very clear. If she said " I beg you to stop " this was over. Those exact words.
" Yes , Master," Venus answered, Aphrodite echoing her reply. He purred in satisfaction at their consent to being completely at his mercy, to letting him devour them whole.
"Now, then." He let go of Aphrodite and pushed her forward. "Lick yourself. Merlin, knows you won't get the chance to do so again otherwise." The sharp intake of breath at his command thrilled him. To make it a little easier for Aphrodite, he drove into her, bringing her face closer to Venus' creamed slit. It only took a couple of pounds into her for Aphrodite to catch on and delve in, savouring her own taste mixed with his spend.
She seemed to be doing a good job as Venus yelped in surprise at the additional rush of sensation. Not long and Venus was clutching Aphrodite's head closer to her, writhing against the bedpost. Merlin, Draco would finally have to buy a pensieve to revisit his wife abusing herself for her own pleasure like that. Seeing her chase her own desire like that made Draco lose all control. He gripped her hip tightly and propelled into her.
It was a feast for the senses. The feeling of Aphrodite's walls massaging him. The sound of Venus' endless " fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck " chant. The taste of her salty sweat on his tongue as he licked and bit Aphrodite's neck. The sight of Venus' reverent gaze as she watched him fucking her double. The distinct smell of sex.
The knot behind his navel was already pulling tight and his pets were close as well, when Draco snaked a hand around Aphrodite and rubbed her pink pearl. One stroke was enough to make them come undone. Venus convulsed in pleasure. Aphrodite's leg shook as the waves of arousal took her. Not long after, Draco followed suit, collapsing onto Aphrodite, burying his face into her neck.
It did not take long for the stamina potion to replenish his energy again.
Then, they started all over again, and again,and again. Until Venus finally said the words to end it.
By then they were all drenched in sweat, panting hard, at their limit of strength and endurance.
Draco gave his last instructions and ended the spell. Another explosion of light and Venus and Aphrodite merged back into Hermione. Instead of the twin stones held by waning and waxing moons of silver, the collar now donned a single red stone framed in silver. The enchantment was not meant for multiple use. She looked up at him with heavy eyelids, slumped on the bed, a sated smile on her lips. Draco showered her face with gentle kisses before he wrapped her securely in the sheet and gathered her in his arms.
"Let's go to bed, Hermione." The scene was officially over. They were no longer master and pet but husband and wife again. All that was left was for him to take care of her now. A sated smile graced her lips as he carried her up the stairs to their bedroom.
"Did I tell you that you're quite the wizard, Draco? The spellwork that went into this", she fiddled with the red stone, "must have been hard to prepare and very advanced."
The admiration that shone in her eyes made him chuckle.
"The things I'd do for you, Hermione. You have no idea. Nothing is good enough for my perfect wife." He shot her his most charming smile. "She's the smartest witch of her age, you know?" Had she heard this title from anyone else she would have scoffed and protested but when it came from him, a beautiful blush settled in her cheeks.
Draco drew them a bath, helping Hermione into the warm embrace of the water. Languidly he soaped every inch of her body, making sure to massage her tired muscles. All the while he told her just how much he loved her, how grateful he was that she had chosen him to be her husband. Both exhausted from their extensive playtime and lulled from the warm bath water, Hermione could barely keep her eyes open. Still, he would not let her go to sleep without having her drink a glass of water.
Not long after that, Hermione lay curled up into his side, sleeping peacefully. Draco, though, contemplated their anniversary. Everything had mostly gone according to plan, better even. Their anniversary had been a smashing success, although Draco had to up his game if he wanted to top it the following year.
Linen or silk.
Something could certainly be arranged with that. Hermione might even be open to extending their Saturday arrangement once a year to their anniversary after his gift this year. It would be worthwhile to see what other spells the book had in store for him.