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Three weeks ago, Hermione could never have imagined that Theo would be part of her life again. A lot had happened since the day he had walked through their Floo to find Hermione and Draco in a compromising position on the couch. None of it was more surprising than Draco’s about-face willingness to not only take another man into the bedroom, but to also start experimenting in the many ways he could make that man come.
Walking through the hallways at Hogwarts together only served to reinforce how much the universe was now sitting on its head.
Draco put his hand lightly on her lower back as the three of them passed the empty Charms classroom. It was July and the castle was nearly empty. Later that night, it would be full of alumni that had been invited back for the annual Hogwarts Board Fundraiser Gala; but for now they had the hallways to themselves.
Hermione, Theo, and Draco had arrived nearly three hours early, to make time for what Theo called ‘randy nostalgia’, with enough time to get ready for the event afterwards. Not actual nostalgia, of course, since none of them had been together in school, butTheo had once mused on what it would have been like to be together as teenagers; sneaking off to give in to their hormones, all of them had been eager to dive into a little game of pretend.
Although Theo and Draco were dressed in their usual tailored casual suits, cut from material she loved to run her hands over, Hermione had opted to wear her old uniform, Gryffindor tie and all.
Draco guided her along, Theo a few steps behind, the end destination unknown to Hermione. It was clear they were heading in the general direction of the dungeons, but she was happy to be left in the dark, letting the two men decide on the flavor of fun.
As they rounded a corner, Draco squeezed Hermione’s hand and let it slip out of his before dropping back to walk with Theo. They continued along in silence for several strides, and Hermione started to feel prickles of warning at the base of her skull. Her body knew she was being followed, even if her mind knew it was safe, and the combination was heady. A light tinge of fear went through her, followed swiftly by desire pooling deep in her belly. She struggled not to adjust the way she was walking to illicit more of the friction she wanted.
“You really shouldn’t walk around the castle on your own, Granger. It’s not safe.” Draco’s syllables were clipped, his tone mocking. It was so reminiscent of the Draco she knew as a child that she stiffened, reflexively, an angry retort on the tip of her tongue as she spun around.
The view she encountered was so unexpected, it gave her pause. Theo’s gaze was fierce, and it nailed her to the spot with its blatant desire. At some point during their wanderings, he had loosened his tie and undone the top several buttons of his shirt. His stance was casual, at odds with his expression, and one arm was draped over Draco’s shoulders, Theo’s fingertips lightly tracing up and down Draco’s neck causing the taller man to flush from the attention.
Draco may have sounded like the bully she went to school with, but one look at him reminded her that this was her Draco.
She knew he had struggled with the idea of coming back here today. The look on his face was part excitement, part vulnerable man unsure of his place. He was risking the most, by far, for their game play, coming back to a place where he had done and said things he was still trying to come to terms with. She and Theo had discussed this at length, knowing that it would be up to them to take care of him today.
Hermione knew what she had to do. She stuck her chin up in the air, summoning every ounce of the Prefect she once was. “Thank you for your concern, gentlemen,” she put as much sarcasm into that last word as she could manage. “But I am entirely capable of taking care of myself.”
“Now that,” Theo said, taking a step forward, every inch the predator, “is something I simply must see for myself.” He took another stride and then another, the movements smooth and full of intent. Hermione involuntarily took a step back, stumbling and nearly falling; but instead of the hard stone floor, she found herself falling back onto Draco's chest. She let out an ungraceful oof when they made contact, Draco’s arms coming under her own to make sure she didn’t fall.
He smelled like he always did, like clean linen and aftershave. Hermione took a deep breath, grounding herself.
“Careful, Granger,” Draco’s voice was quiet as he purred into her ear. “Someone walking by is going to think that you like being pressed up against me.” His lips grazed the shell of her ear as he spoke and it sent shivers down her spine.
Theo closed the distance between them and lifted his hand, thumb tracing her bottom lip before his hand slid down her jaw to settle on her neck. He squeezed firmly, but Hermione was familiar enough with his breath play by now that all it did was excite her, as Theo knew it would.
He stepped into her, until their bodies were touching; his hardening cock pressing into her stomach. With Draco still holding her against him, there was nowhere for her to go. Theo looked over her shoulder at Draco.
“That’s the problem. I think she does like it. She’s the one who came wandering down this way, knowing that this is the route we take after class. I think this little lion wanted to get caught by a pair of snakes.”
Theo leaned down to her neck and her body responded eagerly, sending flares of arousal spiraling through her. He flicked out his tongue to taste her collarbone and then placed a line of open-mouthed kisses up the column of her neck. Her breath caught.
Draco chuckled darkly over her shoulder. “I think you might be right, Nott, she’s almost purring.” He leaned down again, putting his mouth right next to her ear. “Is this what you wanted, Granger? Did you come down here hoping to be taken care of? You want this?”
He had long since dropped her arms, his hands resting on her rib cage where his thumbs grazed the underside of her breasts. She was beginning to think that wearing her uniform, with its many layers, had been a mistake. Especially when all she wanted to do was feel the languid heat of skin on skin.
The thought of what they could do to her, what they could make her do, made Hermione arch back into Draco, looking for relief. Her body was starting to hum with anticipation, and all she could think about was the press of the men at her front and back.
All at once, both men stopped their ministrations. Theo’s mouth hovered over her neck and Draco’s hands went still. Hermione whined.
“Now, now. It’s only manners to respond when someone asks you a question.” Draco sounded amused. Hermione’s brain tried to unscramble his meaning and she felt dazed as she met Theo’s gaze. What question?
Theo had pulled back to look at her. His blue eyes sparkled mischievously as he laughed. “That must be a new record. We’ve rendered her speechless in less than a minute.”
She felt the rumble of Draco’s responding laugh through his chest, and it occurred to her that Draco had been asking for consent. Hermione was proud of the relationship they were building. One where boundaries and needs were vocalized openly and without judgment. If they wanted her consent, she would give it to them, but she wanted to do so within the game.
Hermione reached out, impulsively grabbing Theo’s tie and giving it a sharp tug that pulled his mouth to mere inches from hers. Her other hand shifted behind her and grabbed Draco’s half hard length through his trousers.
Draco let out a hiss.
“If we do this, no one can know. I won’t have you running back to the dungeon and telling all your little serpents that I’ve tasted you.” She twisted Theo’s tie sharply, the fabric tightening around his neck. A return of the embrace he had been giving her moments ago.
Her hand tightened on Draco’s cock through his trousers, giving it an authoritative rub that made him choke on a moan. He liked it when she was rough with him.
“Yes, alright! Let go, you iron-fisted witch!” Draco wheezed, sounding annoyed.
Theo’s neck was going red under the tie’s pressure. It might have been uncomfortable, but the look in his eyes was pure wickedness. He nodded. “Deal.”
Hermione let them go, and both men took steps backward to balance themselves. A firm hand spun her around. Draco was fit to be tied, his expression cold and superior. He dropped his head so they were nose to nose.
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
“Done what? Put you in your place or agreed to fuck you?” Hermione never could keep her mouth shut when being pushed, something she might regret in the very near future.
“Both,” he said directly before glancing behind her and nodding his head. She heard the sound of a door, and then Draco was dragging her, his grasp on her arm like a vice. The door shut, and they were enveloped in darkness—a broom closet.
Draco let her go, disappearing into the black void. The lack of touch combined with the near perfect darkness made her feel like she was floating. They were here, and they were close. The not knowing of when they would start touching her stoked the flames of her desire.
Gods, she wanted these two men, any way they’d have her.
Buttons popped off her shirt, making her flinch. A wordless spell, but still no one touched her. Her heartbeat was so loud she could hear it in her ears.
A hand reached out and loosened her tie, careful not to make contact with her skin before disappearing. She could feel their body heat and thought maybe they were circling her. Fingers grazed her neck, another hand ran up the inside of her leg and disappeared before touching her where she was already burning.
“Take off your shirt.” It was Theo, and it was a command. His voice made her want to obey, to do whatever he wanted as long as he would make her feel good. She reached up and started pulling at her tie.
A hand reached out and clamped down on hers, stilling her. “Did I say you could take off the tie?” Theo sounded as if he was ready to punish her. She wanted to please him; the need was almost visceral. Hermione’s blood felt thick as it pounded underneath her skin; the accompanying flush would have been evidence of her reaction to Theo’s words if they could see in the dark.
“No, you didn’t.” Silence greeted her response. “I’m sorry… sir.”
Theo made a noise and let go of her hand. “See that it doesn’t happen again. If we’re going to play, you must obey.”
Hermione knew for a fact that whatever they had in mind, she was all for it. It should scare her how willing she was to throw herself into the unknown for these two, but all it did was arouse her further. She untucked her shirt, shrugging it and her robes off, and they were taken from her hands.
“Now the skirt.” Theo was standing farther away now. This must be a very spacious closet, not that Hermione would know given that she had never found herself in one before. She had been a different person at Hogwarts, one that would never dream of baring skin in a broom closet.
She reached around to tug on the zipper and, with a quick flick of her hand, her skirt fell to her ankles. Stepping out, she kicked it aside, leaving her in a green and silver lace bra with a set of sleek garters. They started at a band around her waist and wove down in a lattice work pattern, until they connected to the garters at her thighs. She wore no knickers. The silk of her Gryffindor tie hanging loosely from her neck would look excellent with the Slytherin colors, something she fervently hoped they would get to see.
Someone stepped up behind her, the warmth of their body a contrast to the cool air. She leaned back slightly, giving her some of the contact she desired. The back of his hand traced over her shoulder, touching the outside of her breast until his fingers were just below her hip where they froze.
“Theo.” Draco’s voice was so close to her neck it made her break out in gooseflesh. “Granger has a surprise for us.”
“Does she now?” Theo’s voice was so close she almost jumped. He was right in front of her, close but not touching. Draco’s hand left her hip only to reappear there, guiding Theo’s hand to the spot where her knickers should be. Theo’s fingers grazed bare skin and he inhaled sharply, before sliding his hand down to cup her mound, the movement gentle but no less possessive.
“Oh, little lion… you need tending, don’t you. You came down here desperate for help. You need someone to help you manage all of these… ” Theo lightly slid two fingers up her slit and then used the back of his knuckles to stroke just above her clit, so close to where she wanted him. “...needs.”
Hermione’s hips thrust forward into his hand, hoping for just a little more pressure, but Theo followed her movement keeping his strokes excruciatingly delicate. Draco started tracing the seam of her ass with those same, feather light touches. The sensations were almost overwhelming, despite it not being nearly enough. Her breath was coming faster now. She tried to stay still, hoping that was what they wanted.
“She’s being so good, Draco. Do you know what happens to good girls, Hermione?” Theo's voice was husky with arousal.
“Good girls get rewarded.” She sounded breathy, which was better than sounding as desperate as she felt.
“That’s right, Granger.” Draco’s hands coasted up her waist, one cupping her breast as his mouth started working the skin over her pulse point with little licks and sucks. Theo’s hands held her hips and she felt him kneel as his hands slid around to cup her ass. It brought his mouth close enough that his breath warmed her mound.
“You’re such a good girl, Hermione. Do any of your Gryffindor friends know just how good you can be? No, I don't think so." Theo did not seem to want her response. "Those idiots can't make you come, can they? I wonder what they would think if they could see you right now? Don’t worry, you’ll be our little secret. Draco and I are good at keeping secrets, and we are going to give you exactly what you need.” Theo planted a chaste kiss, and then opened his mouth and licked her from entrance to clit.
The direct contact made Hermione gasp, her hands automatically going to Theo’s head as he laid long, slow licks up one side and then the other, stopping just under her clit. Draco unhooked her bra and threw it to the floor, his hands quickly replacing the fabric. He held the weight of each breast in his hand, almost tenderly, before moving to roll each of her nipples between his fingers, tugging outward in a rhythm that nearly matched Theo’s pace.
Hermione let her head fall back onto Draco’s shoulder and felt him step into her, pulling her back until she was leaning against his chest, letting him take some of her weight.
“That’s it, pet. We’re going to make you feel so good,” Draco hummed. “Just let go.”
With two fingers under her jaw, he angled her head to him and captured her mouth in a kiss, their tongues colliding making both of them moan. Draco kissed like he was drowning and she was air. He consumed her, licking and sucking, making her ache with need.
She tightened her grip on Theo’s head, and his sucked in a sharp breath through his nose before finally giving in and moving his mouth up to lave at her clit. His hand traced up the inside of her leg until two fingers were working through the slick near her entrance. He groaned when he found the evidence of her arousal, the vibration making her start thrusting onto his mouth.
He slid his two fingers to her entrance but, instead of filling her, he began to work the inner circle of her opening like it was her pucker. He used her slick, rubbing along and around the ridge and then pushing in just a little, until his first knuckle, before pulling back out again. It made her more aware than ever of how empty she was, the teasing slide of his fingers making her want to be filled.
She pushed her hips forward, trying to get his fingers to slide inside, but Theo just chuckled and started licking little counter clockwise circles around her clit, pushing harder with his tongue at the top. The pattern, one she had shown him years ago, always sent her into another gear, and the wave of desire that swept through her made her knees weak. She would have fallen if Draco kiss had not been anchoring her to his body. Her slick was running down the inside of her thigh as her body tried to desperately communicate what it wanted.
She pulled back from Draco’s kiss, gasping for air, reaching a hand up to hold onto his neck. Draco’s hard cock was pressed into her ass and he rocked into her with little thrusts, reminding her how good he could make her feel, while pushing her rhythmically onto Theo’s mouth.
Theo’s hands were firm on her hips, giving very little room to move. She made a desperate sound and Draco slid a hand down her leg from her hip until he grasped her under her knee. He lifted her leg out and up so she was obscenely open for Theo's attentions. His responding moan told her that Draco had done that as much for Theo as for her, and Theo wasted no time in taking full advantage, sliding his tongue down and starting to thrust it into her.
“You taste fucking perfect!” He said between thrusts. “Gods, Draco, she’s dripping all over my face.” His tongue filled her, the slide of it making her pant, and Hermione could feel her orgasm building.
“That’s it, Granger," Draco said. He always knew when she was getting close. "This is what you came down here for, right? You wanted someone to fuck you until you couldn’t remember your name. You’re doing so well, letting Theo fuck you with his mouth.” Draco was kissing the spot behind her ear. She was so, so close. Her breathing was ragged as she looked down, though she still couldn't see. Her hands raked through his hair and she could feel the bob of his head against her core.
“Fuck, Theo, your mouth! I’m close! I just— I need...”
Draco’s hand reached around her, rubbing the top of her hood at the same time he lightly bit down on her pulse point. It pushed her over the edge. Hermione shattered, her body sending spasms of pleasure up her spine as her walls clenched. She could feel Theo’s tongue working her through her orgasm, and Draco continued using his fingers as he purred compliments in her ear.
“That’s it, pet. Good girl. You did so well.”
Hermione tapped both men to let them know when she was too sensitive and they pulled back, Draco guiding her leg back to the ground. Theo stood up and kissed her, the salty sweet taste of her own arousal on his tongue. The thought of his desire started her own pooling again, much sooner than she had thought it would. She leaned into the kiss, working his tongue over and sucking it clean, before giving his lips the same treatment. Draco's kisses were more finessed, but Theo kissed her with more abandon, like he was desperate for her every time their mouths found each other. She returned his kiss with interest, and soon Theo was pulling back, laughing.
“Insatiable today, are we?” He said softly, his voice laced with amusement. This was the Theo she knew and felt something for, not the Theo in the game. She moved forward gently until she felt his nose bump hers, and she tenderly rubbed the tip of her nose with his before giving him another kiss, this one gentle.
Theo stilled in surprise at the change of her energy, but soon he followed her, kissing her back with love and care. After a few moments, he pulled back and rested his forehead on hers, rubbing her arms. “Me, too, love. Me, too.”
Hermione’s heart constricted in her chest. This was new. She and Theo hadn’t progressed into tender feelings, yet. He had only been with her and Draco for a few weeks, and even though Hermione had a long sexual history with Theo, she, at least, had not been developing an emotional connection during that time. It was becoming increasingly clear to her that Theo had been, and she hadn’t had time to process any of that.
Before she could get caught up in her head, Theo nudged her and gave her arms a gentle squeeze. “Alright?”
She thought about that, and she was alright. She might not understand what she was feeling, fully, but it was genuine and it didn’t frighten her. She nodded, knowing that he could feel her from where their foreheads rested against each other.
“Yes, I’m alright.” She put as much confidence into her voice as she could manage, and Theo gave her arms a final squeeze before stepping back.
“It seems the little lion is still unsatisfied, Draco. What should we do about that? We can’t have her thinking that her trip down to the dungeons was a waste.”
“Hmm.” Draco had also taken a step back, although not far because she could still feel his body heat. “Maybe she's more of a visual learner. Maybe she'd be more appreciative of a visual demonstration." Theo hummed in agreement. "Come here, Theo.” Draco’s commands were different from Theo’s. Draco sounded like a man accustomed to being obeyed. Entitled to it, even, because of course that's exactly who he was.
She heard Theo move around her to stand near Draco, and she turned to face their position in the dark, shuffling back to give them room until she was up against the supply shelves.
A faint glow filled the room from a place just under her elbow. Theo’s wand lay on the shelf next to her, illuminating the interior of the closet like candlelight. Her mouth opened in surprise at the sight that greeted her.
Theo was standing in front of Draco, his hand down Draco’s unzipped trousers, stroking him. Draco’s head was tossed back, and he was groaning as he thrust into Theo’s hand.
The faint ember of desire that had started when she kissed Theo now burned to life between Hermione’s legs. Theo looked back at Hermione over his shoulder, his eyes darkening when he saw what she was wearing for the first time.
“He is so hard for you, pet. Listening to you come made him want you. I know it did.” Theo looked back at the man in front of him. “Didn’t it, Draco?” Even Theo’s questions sounded like commands, but Draco was too caught up with what Theo was making him feel to respond.
Draco gasped at something abrupt Theo did with his hand, his head jerking up and his eyes opening wide. “Fuck, Theo!”
Theo laughed, darkly, removing his hand. “Then answer me. You want to fuck her, don’t you? Fuck her until she’s moaning your name?”
Draco’s gray eyes fell on her. His eyes widened slightly as they took in what was left of her lingerie, the look hungry and intense as he devoured the sight of her in her clad only in dark green garters. The word came out, nearly a whisper. “Yes.”
Theo smiled and moved behind Draco, looking over at Hermione as his chin brushed the blonde’s shoulder. They were of a similar height, and having both of them so focused on her was intense enough to make her pulse jump. Theo’s hand snaked around unzipped Draco's trousers, pulling his cock out, the tip already weeping with precum. Theo ran a thumb over the head, working it down the shaft, and then resumed the confident strokes from earlier. Draco wasn't the only one to have learned more about a man's body in the past few weeks, although for Theo it was more specific to this one man. Whatever he had figured out, it was effective. Draco was breathing heavily and gasped when Theo licked his neck.
They had taken off their suit jackets in the dark, but other than Draco’s zipper being undone the men were still fully dressed. The contrast to her near nakedness flat out did something for her. She shifted her thighs, trying to ease her growing need. Both men saw the movement. She could never hide when she wanted them.
“She wants us, Draco.” Theo had dropped back into being the natural dom that he was. “Would you like to have her?” Draco moaned, bucking into Theo’s hand as his eyes flicked over Hermione’s nearly naked body. Her response to them was so primal, she nearly fell to her knees and put Draco in her mouth just to give in to the desire.
Theo chuckled, watching Hermione’s hunger play out on her face, and licked the shell of Draco’s ear.
“Not yet, though. No, I think I’ll have her first. And while I’m fucking her, I’m going to suck your cock. How does that sound?”
Another bolt of desire shot through her, and she lifted a hand to tease her nipple for some relief. Draco growled, and pulled himself out of Theo’s grasp, grabbing him by the back of the neck and kissing him fiercely. They were all tongues and teeth when they kissed, rough and desperate. It was sexy, and so different from how they were with her. She slid her other hand down to the apex of her thighs, and pressed her palm into her mound, moaning softly from the pressure.
The sound must have been louder than she thought because Theo pulled away from Draco and focused on what she was doing. Theo grabbed his wand off the shelf, and the floor beneath them was suddenly covered in a layer of soft cushions. He set his wand back down and looked at Hermione with a look of such deep hunger, Hermione felt a wave of nerves.
“On your belly.” Theo said between clenched teeth as he removed his hard length from his trousers.
Hermione, stunned by his intensity, sank down automatically. She turned, placing a cushion underneath her belly before laying down and looking over her shoulder up at him.
Theo was already behind her, hands on her hips, nudging her legs apart. Hermione knew before he started moving that he was not going to be gentle. He was going to take what he wanted from her. The idea made her cunt clench as she felt Theo line himself up to her entrance, his arms braced on either side of her holding his weight.
He hissed as he slipped the tip of himself inside while she was still spasming. He loved to be milked, the sensation usually enough to get him to finish. She flexed again, this time on purpose, squeezing his cock. He groaned, a hoarse sound, and pushed in farther in a motion that lacked his usual purpose, like he was caught up in his instincts and wasn’t thinking clearly.
Theo might be rough with her, but he never pushed in all at once. Because of his length he had bumped her cervix, hard, a few times, leaving her uncomfortable for days and since then he had flat out refused to do it.
That didn’t mean he was always gentle with her though. She could feel him working himself until he was halfway inside her, keeping his thrusts small until she was acclimated. Her body relaxed and Theo stilled. In one solid motion, he pushed in until he was fully sheathed, his thighs rubbing along the back of hers. They both moaned. He pulled out half way and pushed back in, hard this time. There was the slightest pause, and then he started thrusting, each one deeper than the last until he was filling her completely with each one. The wet sounds of their joining filling the air.
“Fuck, love,” he groaned. “You’re so tight! Poor little lion, you needed help… gods! You take me so well!” The lewd sounds of their fucking made Hermione flush with desire.
“Come here, Draco.” Theo’s voice sounded strained, but still commanding. In an abrupt motion, Theo snaked a hand underneath her hips and pulled her up onto all fours, his hands settling onto her hips as his thrusts resumed their brutal demands. One hand left her and Hermione looked back over her shoulder in time to see Theo fisting Draco’s dick, tugging twice before reaching around to grip his ass and pull him closer to Theo’s waiting mouth. One of Draco’s hands weaved his way into Theo’s hair as Theo worked his tongue up the bottom of Draco’s shaft.
Draco was rigid with tension but the moment Theo’s mouth closed over him and started to bob, he let out a strangled moan. She watched Theo work his hand down Draco’s shaft until he was cupping his balls, pulling lightly. Without warning, Theo pushed his mouth down until it touched Draco’s pelvis, a move that Hermione knew, from experience, was difficult due to Draco’s girth.
“Fuck, Theo. You keep that up and I’m going to come.” Theo moaned his enthusiasm and began sucking, his cheeks hollow as he moved rapidly up and down on Draco’s cock. She loved to watch them together. It was so incredibly sexy to see how they turned each other on, and she especially loved to get a bird's eye view of their pleasure. From here, even under the haze of lust as Theo pounded into her, she could see Draco's cock harden even further showing just how close he really was. It made Hermione want to know how Draco’s cum would look on Theo’s chest. The image sent a fresh wave of arousal to her apex. The extra slick caught Theo's attention and he looked up at her, growling around the cock in his mouth. The tension in her belly started to build, and Theo's eyes flashed in warning at her.
He came off of Draco’s cock with a popping sound, and then Theo pulled out of her completely, leaving her adrift. Draco's member was stiff and angry looking, confirming just how close he had been to finishing. Hell, so had she, which was exactly why Theo had stopped. The wizard was worse than her about sticking to a plan. Her orgasm that had been seconds away faded. She let out a huff of exasperation, and then squeaked in surprise when Theo gave her ass a hard slap.
“Don’t complain,” He said firmly. The tingles from his slap faded into a pleasant warmth. “As much as I love fucking your tight cunt, I’m going to come down Draco’s throat.” Draco hummed in approval. “Draco,” Theo’s voice dropped, the gravelly sound doing as much for her arousal as his touch had. “You’re going to bury yourself in our little lion. Poor kitten came down here achy with need. You know what that means don’t you?”
Hermione found herself looking back at the pair of them, entranced. Theo’s cock was dripping with their combined arousal and he stepped into Draco until their bellies were touching. Theo started thrusting so their cocks slid against one another. Draco closed his eyes and gave a helpless moan.
“She’s desperate to be filled. She's had my cock, but it's not enough. Do you know why? Can you tell what she wants—not wants, needs? What's she's asking for?” He spoke with a fierce intensity. Draco made a desperate noise instead of responding, the rub of Theo's cock against his robbing him of speech. Hermione sympathized. She knew all too well how it felt to be caught up in Theo. He traced a hand down Draco’s jaw before turning Draco to look at her, though his eyes were still closed. Theo’s next words rang out into the room. “She needs you to spill your cum deep inside her, Draco. This little lion needs to be bred.”
Draco inhaled sharply and opened his eyes right on Hermione, his pupils nearly blown. Hermione had never played around with a breeding kink before, never even knew she had a breeding kink, but hearing Theo say that she needed to be bred made her flush and feel achy all over, just as he described. She let out a soft moan when she thought about Draco filling her with his cum so he could breed her. It made her arch her back and she spread her knees wider following some instinct that it would entice him to mount her. Theo let go of Draco, stepping clear of the man who was already striding toward her.
“Is that right, pet?” Draco knelt behind her and lightly grazed her back with his palm. “Is that what you need? You want me to rut? Fuck you so well I fill you with my seed, leaving it where you need it?”
Hermione let out a full-throated moan and arched her back further, her head now hanging loose as she waited to be touched. Hands slid up her back to her shoulders and then back down to her hips before circling over her ass. Draco positioned himself so he was at her entrance and, without preamble, pushed, the head of his cock easily sliding through her slick folds.
“Fuck, love, you’re soaked.” Theo’s cock had opened her up, but Draco had a little more girth and he took his time working into her until he was fully seated. He let out a sigh when his pelvis met her hips and leaned forward until his chest was touching her back. One hand was on the ground supporting his weight, the other on her hip.
He licked a line up her neck and Hermione gasped as he pulsed inside her. He whispered in her ear.
“You need my cum, ma petite lionne?” As if the words pushed him to act, he started rutting in earnest, his thrusts fast and eager.
Hermione let out another moan as he intensified the pace, his thick cock sliding deliciously along her inner walls. The thought of him coming inside her to make her pregnant felt so incredibly erotic. There was something primal about it, and it set her body on fire.
“Gods, Draco—yes. Please! Right there!” He tilted her pelvis so he was thrusting into the back wall of her clit, the increased pressure igniting the path to orgasm again.
He lifted his chest off of her until he was upright, using both hands on her waist to increase the force until each thrust ended in a loud slap. “That’s right, pet. I’ll give you exactly what you need. I’ll leave my come inside you at just the right spot.”
A groan from Draco made Hermione glance over her shoulder again. By the time she looked back, Theo was holding on to the back of Draco’s head and was thrusting aggressively into his mouth. Draco’s eyes were closed in a look that was part pleasure, part pain.
“That’s it. Keep fucking her.” Theo’s voice was raspy with need. “She needs it, Draco, needs to know how good you think she feels. That you think she feels so perfect on your cock you have to fill her with your cum.” Theo’s words tightened her belly further and Draco let out another groan.
“Fuck! Yes! Draco—I… oh, gods… fill me up!” Hermione babbled, no longer able to form coherent thoughts. Draco fucking her, breeding her, while Theo fucked his mouth was the hottest thing she had ever experienced. The lead up to her orgasm was quick this time, and the intensity of the of the climb was almost painful. She felt her walls tighten in anticipation, giving a few flutters as she reached for her climax. Draco moaned again.
He pulled off of Theo briefly. “Fuck, Theo, she’s milking my cock already… I’m not gonna last.” Theo grinned and pushed his cock back into Draco’s mouth, thrusting in earnest.
“That’s it, Draco. Give her what she needs. Give the lion your cum. Prove that she belongs to you.”
Draco’s rhythm was becoming frantic, the pace matching Theo’s. Hermione knew her orgasm was moments away and Draco must have sensed it, too, because he reached a hand around to circle her clit. Hermione gave an anguished cry.
“Fuck, Draco! Please! Give it to me! Inside… come in me! Please… fuck!” His grip on her hips was hard enough to bruise, his cock stroking all the right spots. He thrust into her, his cock feeling impossibly hard as he readied for his own orgasm. She pictured his cum spurting, covering her inner walls, and that was all it took. Between one thrust and the next she fell off the cliff, the explosion so intense she couldn’t feel anything but bliss forcing itself into her body with each slide of Draco’s thick length.
Draco grunted as her core spasmed around him, and he pushed harder to fuck her through it. She felt his body stiffen and knew the moment he gave in to her body’s frantic milking. He pushed into her with a final slam and she felt the hot ropes of his cum filling her. She moaned again, pushing back into him as he finished rutting, wanting all of it as deep as she could get it.
Theo moaned and she looked up to watch as he poured himself down Draco’s eager throat, his cock buried between his lips and thrusting with his release. After several moments they all started to come down together.
Theo pulled himself out of Draco’s mouth first, his hand tenderly cupping the man’s jaw. Draco smiled up at him, dreamily, still buried to the hilt inside her. He looked down at Hermione then, his hands rubbing apologetically where his bruising grip had been.
He went to pull out and before Hermione could think she said, “Don’t!”
Draco paused, and Hermione bit her bottom lip. “I just— I want it to stay inside for a little while longer.” Draco raised an eyebrow at her and made a happy noise. He leaned forward, guiding her to her belly while he stayed inside her and then shifted them both to their sides so she was laying on his arm.
He nuzzled her neck. “You want to keep my cum inside you?”
Hermione felt the blush bloom across her face and down her chest, turning her bright red. Theo laid down on his side facing her, and laughed.
“I think Hermione has discovered something about herself today, haven’t you, love?” Theo thought it was amusing that she was embarrassed, and it made her cringe even more. He gave her a tender look and placed a kiss on her forehead, before lightly kissing her nose and mouth. He smiled again and looked over her shoulder at Draco. “Our little lion has a breeding kink, and I think it’s shocked her.”
Draco chuckled as he rubbed her arm, his face still buried in her neck, and the familiar feeling of his laughter against her back helped Hermione relax. She snuggled back into him, enjoying the feeling of his half hard cock inside her.
“I love you, too, Granger.” Draco’s voice was as tender as she’d ever heard it. His fingertips gliding up and down her arm made her heart give an extra beat. It filled her with tenderness. Gods, she loved this man! She lifted his hand to her mouth where she kissed it. Draco stopped rubbing her hip with his other hand and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her in tight.
She sighed happily, looking over at Theo who was looking quite smug. She nearly rolled her eyes at him.
“Feeling pleased with yourself, are you?”
Theo grinned wolfishly and then his face softened as he reached his hand out to brush fingers over her cheek. Hermione looked into his clear, blue eyes and felt her heart melt a little more. This man continued to surprise her, and that both scared and exhilarated her. There was time to figure it all out, she knew, but right now she was certain of one thing. She reached out and tugged on his tie.
“Get over here, you.” Theo’s eyes widened a little in surprise, but moved over until he was pressed up against her. Draco pulled Theo’s leg until it rested over the top of them both to create a position that was becoming their go to in the afterglow.
“This would be more comfortable if the both of you were as naked as I am.” She said into Theo’s chest. He let out a snort of amusement.
“That’s later love. Gala first, then naked time. Don't want to get the order confused, you might give some members of the Board a heart attack if you showed up naked.”
She chuckled and ran her hands through his hair, brushing the curls back from his face. “Ok, love. Gala first. It’s a date.” The loving warmth radiating out from her heart matched the heat of the men on either side of her. Draco pressed a kiss into her neck as if in agreement.
“I think you’re both wrong.” Draco’s voice was husky with sleep.
“Oh?” Hermione asked, wondering what he could be objecting to.
“I think it’s nap first, gala second, and naked time third.”
Hermione let out a huff and smiled as she closed her eyes. Now that was the perfect plan.