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Laughter filled the room as the small group of friends currently overcrowding Draco’s kitchen reminisced about their days at school.
“It’s as if only yesterday I fixed your glasses for the first time on the train to Hogwarts.” Hermione beamed towards Harry. Harry’s cheeks reddened as his gaze quickly shot to his feet.
“First of many. I still don’t understand how you break your glasses so often babes.” Ginny piped up, throwing her arm around his shoulder, pulling his face to look at her.
“Well, you know, it's not easy being an auror.” Harry smirked while sending a teasing wink to his wife.
“I know it's not, still wonder how they let you become one of us, mate.” Draco taunted while bringing his fire whiskey to his lips. Hermione had to peel her gaze away from Draco who stood confidently against his kitchen wall. She quickly took in her surroundings. Her heartbeat with happiness at the rag tag group they found after school. Harry, Ginny, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Daphne Greengrass, Blaise Zabini, and Draco Malfoy. Who would have thought this group could go 5 minutes without killing each other.
She especially looked at the former Slytherins in the room. Pansy had always been a bit of a bint back in school but turns out she was extremely fun and gave fantastic advice. The hard advice that no one wanted to give, she had this way about her that when she told you what you needed whether you wanted it or not, she held no judgement.
Theodore, Theo was quite nice. Hermione never particularly remembers him being mean in school, rather a bystander to all the torture the others inflicted. She remembers his soft brown curls always looked so fun to tousle. He was a bit of a flirt back in school and even Hermione could understand why. He was gorgeous and maturing did not change that fact. Him and Draco played quidditch together and boy did it show in his physique.
And lastly, Draco Malfoy. He had done the most maturing. He moved past the old ways, went against his parents, and found a new family with all of them. She remembers the day she got a bouquet of her favorite flowers to her desk. The note that came with it asked her to dinner. She chuckled to herself as she remembered the panic that set in. Young Hermione thought it could have been a date, but after talking with Harry and Pansy, she realized he only wanted to make amends. Yet even the way he went about that was flawless, just as he was.
“Ha ha Malfoy. Funny.” Harry said dryly. Hermione joined Pansy in giggling at the two. No matter how old they got they would always taunt and tease each other it seemed.
“Alright boys, let's leave the juvenile rivalry in 8th year, yeah?” Theo laughed heartily.
“In honor of Harry’s 25th birthday we should play a juvenile game!” Pansy beamed excitedly.
“What’re ya thinking pans?” Blaise said smoothly.
“How about a little truth or truth?” Pansy sent out a mischievous look to everyone. Hermione snorted.
“Isn’t it truth or dare?” Hermione asked, spooning a bit of cake into her mouth.
“Clearly this must be your first-time meeting Pansy.” Blaise chuckled deeply. This garnered the confusion of Harry and Ginny now too.
“Truth or Truth. Similar to truth or dare except, we all take veritaserum and ask each other questions. We each take a little bit of veritaserum each round to see who it affects first!” Pansy exclaimed like it was the best game ever.
“Um I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” Hermione said, fear painting her face.
Pansy quickly reached into her bag and pulled out a couple vials.
“Jesus Pans, do you just walk around with veritaserum?” Harry asked, eyes wide at the 8 vials that now lay on Draco’s countertop.
“I may have brought some just for the occasion. C’mon though! Think about it, it’ll be fun to spill your guts to each other… about each other.” She sent a pointed look towards Harry and Ginny. Hermione watched as the arm around Harry tightened.
This would not be good. As close as the group was there were just some things you didn't do, and Pansy often got very close to the line. Ginny had confided in Hermione a couple months back that she thinks Pansy has a thing for Harry.
“I don’t know Pansy. Maybe we shouldn’t” Theo said, clearing his throat. Hermione’s eyes widened, normally it was her who always protested Pansy’s crazy ideas. Hermione’s interests were piqued now. Why didn’t he want to play? Theo was always down for what Pansy had suggested. She was literally him, just in a female body. Their minds were usually in sync.
“Got something to hide mate?” Blaise teased, finally breaking the silence amongst the room.
“Listen mate, I love you and all, but I’m sure you and the ladies don't wanna know what's going on in here.” Theo chuckled dryly while tapping the side of his head. Ginny’s eyes widened.
“Ah kinky bloke are ya?” Well, how bout we put it to the ladies?” Blaise challenged, raising an eyebrow. Draco cleared his throat. Hermione giggled. She couldn’t understand why Theo was so against playing. Perhaps Blaise knew something no one else did...
“I’m inclined to agree with Theo.” Draco said, pushing off the walls. Now Hermione was dying to play.
“Don’t tell me you two are afraid of a child’s game? The outgoing Theodore Nott and the almighty Draco Malfoy” Blaise taunted even further which caused Hermione to snicker. Pansy just sat there smirking at the two hesitant men. Theo looked quite nervous actually, but Draco’s eyes held what appeared to be anger.
“C’mon let’s ask the ladies if they want to play killers?” Blaise chuckled.
“I can’t be a part of the vote since I suggested the game, and that wouldn’t be fair now, would it?” Pansy said trying to act as innocent as possible. Now Theo had the same expression as Draco. What were Pansy and Blaise up to? Hermione thought.
“Ginny?” Blaise asked. Ginny shook her head no, rapidly, as Hermione expected.
“Daph?” Blaise said, looking over his shoulder.
“C’mon boys, have some fun?” Daph giggled.
“Looks like it’s down to Granger. What do you say, Hermione?” Blaise asked. Hermione’s eyes shot over to Pansy who had her hands clasped together pleading. She shifted her gaze to Harry who only offered her a slight nod. So, slight everyone else seemed to miss it. Hermione quickly swallowed away the dry feeling in her mouth.
“L-let’s play.” She said shakily.
“That is what I’m talking about. Okay living room everyone!” Pansy yelled, grabbing the vials. Everyone slowly shuffled into the living room. Harry and Ginny sat themselves on the love seat. Blaise plopped down into the armchair next to it. Daphne perched herself on an armrest of the chair Blaise found himself in. Theo plopped down on the chaise section of Draco’s couch. Draco settled himself at the opposite end of Theo. Rather than sitting on the couch, Hermione nestled herself in the corner where the chaise met the rest of the couch on the floor.
Pansy skipped around the room handing everyone their vial before plopping onto the floor like Hermione did.
“Okay, the first round is all us. No veritaserum yet. Who wants to go first?” Pansy’s gaze shot around the room. Hermione noticed Draco, Theo, Harry, and Ginny avoided her gaze.
“Ugh you guys are lame. Blaise you first. Why did you wanna play so badly?” Pansy inquired.
“Well, I wasn't too keen on it at first but then I saw how the two blokes over there acted and I decided that must be some really good dirt to have if they didn’t wanna spill it voluntarily.” Blaise said, eying his companions on the couch.
“Okay now Blaise, you pick someone!” Pansy jumped.
“Harry, you and Ginny trying for a baby?” Blaise asked.
“Trying loads.” Harry said. Ginny’s face went as red as her hair. She smacked Harry’s arm.
“Boring.” Pansy coughed.
“Hmm, alright. Pansy, is it true you smelt Neville in your amortentia in 6th year?” Harry quickly replied with a knowing smirk. Pansy’s cheeks turned red, and she gasped.
“Yes” She muttered as Hermione, Theo, and Daphne laughed.
“Remember this potter.” She grit out. Harry now began chuckling. The room filled with more laughter as each member of the group asked ridiculous questions. Hermione thought she was going to burst when Daphne asked Draco if he uses an entire thing of hair gel on his hair every morning. Or when Theo asked Blaise if it was true, he had gotten locked out of the Slytherin common room in just his underwear because the password got changed. The group laughed and were having fun asking harmless questions that the person asking, already knew to be true.
“Okay, okay now everyone dip your finger into the serum.” Pansy cheered. Hermione sighed hesitantly. She waited until half the group had gone through with it. Here goes nothing. She dipped her pinky into the surprisingly chilly potion. Eyes watched as she sucked the potion off her finger. She shuddered as she felt a slight wave of magic flow through her veins.
“Okay now, back to the game! Ginny, is Harry the only person you’ve ever been with?” Pansy asked, as if she knew something only Hermione and Ginny knew. Hermione and Ginny’s eyes widened. Ginny gulped and shot a look to Hermione that said help. Hermione offered a sympathetic look. There was no way Pansy knew about her secret. Hermione had been her best friend for ages and yet Ginny only confessed it to Hermione after they polished off four bottles of wine only a few months ago. Normally Ginny was just as outgoing and crazy as Pansy, but Ginny was afraid that Pansy was up to no good.
“No.” Ginny said quietly. This earned a couple oohs from the group.
“Hermione, what size bra do you wear?” Ginny asked desperately, throwing the first question that could come to her mind in an attempt to get the attention off of her. Hermione’s eyes widened shooting Ginny a look that said What the hell. Ginny only mouthed sorry.
“34D. Daphne, are you and Blaise dating?” Hermione shot out also trying to shift focus off of her. Daphne’s cheeks blushed.
“We only just began dating about two weeks ago.” Daphne giggled. A small smile spread across her face while she put her hand on Blaise’s shoulder. The group continued to make its way through questions until everyone answered at least one.
“Okay people, a full sip now!” Pansy said, knocking back her vial. Hermione scanned the room only for her eyes to land on Theo. He hadn’t taken his sip and his eyes lay planted looking at something… or someone. Hermione swung her head to see Draco looking intensely at Theo. Hermione felt eyes burning into her riotous mess she tamed into a low bun, straight into her skull.
Turning around slowly, she gasped as she made eye contact with Theo.
“Bottoms up Hermione.” Theo said before knocking back his vial. She shivered at the use of her full name, almost everyone in the group had shortened it to ‘Mione’ with the exception of Draco who referred to her by her last name only.. Hermione silently lifted the vial to her lips allowing the potion to pass through it. Almost instantaneously she felt funny. Her body felt lighter, warmer, she felt the blood rush in her veins. Magic hummed over her body in excitement. She let out a slight giggle which earned her a smoldering glare from Draco, which halted her immediately.
“Okay, now to the fun questions.” Pansy sent everyone a mischievous look, and not her first of the night, and definitely not her last.
“Theo, why don’t you ask someone a question?” Pansy said confidently. Theo and Pansy shared a look. Their emotions were imperceptible to everyone except each other. Eventually he broke their gaze while opening his mouth.
“Hermione.” He said lightly. Maybe it was the veritaserum or perhaps it was the way he had said her full name, but her body warmed at him, aching to lean closer to him. It had to be the veritaserum, she thought.
“Are you a virgin?” Theo asked dryly.
“Of course not! You know that.” Hermione beamed back aloof. Okay this is definitely doing something. She still held her wits, but she was more relaxed for sure.
“Pansy, what’s your biggest kink?” Hermione flashed her a dangerous smile. Payback, she thought to herself.
“I-I have a breeding kink...” She muttered lowly glaring at Hermione, to which Hermione just smirked.
“Blaise, where is the hottest place you and Daph have done it?” Pansy countered. The group watched Blaise mull over the question.
“Probably the alleyway next to the Leaky Cauldron.” Blaise said proudly while Daphne blushed.
“Theo… what kind of girls are you into?” Blaise asked, amusement dancing across his face. The smirk Blaise displayed was omniscient. The room shifted their gaze to Theo. Theo cleared his throat.
“Girls who are innocent.” Theo said, strain in his voice.
“Sounds like you’re holding something back mate.” Blaise said incredulously while narrowing his gaze. Theo swallowed hard.
“Isn't it someone else's turn?” Theo grit out.
“Fine, I’ll get you in the next round mate… We all wanna know about “what goes on in here.” Blaise mocked the tapping motion Theo did earlier. Hermione giggled along with the other girls.
“Harry, what is your biggest fantasy?” Daphne asked tentatively, attempting to break the awkward silence that settled over the room. All eyes shifted to Harry as he shifted in his seat. Ginny was looking anywhere but him, almost as if she knew what was coming.
“I-I want to dress Ginny up...in a schoolgirl outfit and shag her in McGonagall’s classroom.” Harry said, sounding just as strained as Theo.
“Draco, did you ever have a crush on someone at school? Other than Pansy.” Harry asked. Draco’s jaw clenched.
“Yes.” He grit out simply.
“Well, who was it?” Harry asked.
“Sorry mate, one question per round. Next time be more specific.” Draco said as a cunning smirk slid over his previously stoic face.
“Alright everyone, you know the drill… time to finish the vial.” Pansy exclaimed as her vial met her lips.
Hermione let out a deep sigh staring at her half full vial. Was it half full or was it half empty? She wondered to herself. Either way she wasn’t prepared to finish this. She could only hope Pansy avoided asking her questions.
“Granger…” Draco murmured. His deep silky voice pulled her from the thoughts. She scanned the room to see everyone with empty vials.
“Finish it.” He pressed further. His tone let her know he wasn’t asking but demanding it of her. As if she had no control over her body, her arms shook as they placed the rim of the vial against her lips.
Her body was warm, warmer than before. She felt her muscles relax; her jaw ached from having been clenched through a majority of the game. Hermione let out a small subtle sigh at how good she felt. Her nervousness from before seemingly washing away.
“Blaise, what is a secret you know about Pansy?” Hermione giggled.
“In 7th year, she shagged Neville Longbottom. She jumped his bones in Professor Sprout’s greenhouse. She stumbled back to the common room with her skirt on backwards and her blouse buttons mismatched.” Blaise beamed out effortlessly. Hermione stared at him, the way he spoke it was as if the veritaserum hadn’t affected him at all. Had it not been for Pansy’s crimson red cheeks, and her brows furrowed in anger Hermione wouldn’t have guessed otherwise.
“Okay, it was a moment of weakness, say what you want about Longbottom, but he was almost as good as Draco.” Pansy blurted with wide eyes, as if she couldn’t believe what had come out of her mouth. With impossibly darkened cheeks Pansy shifted her gaze to the couple on the love seat. Hermione’s heart raced with anticipation. Pansy opened her mouth to speak but Ginny cut her off.
“Pansy, do you want to shag Harry?” Ginny asked roughly.
“No, I don’t.” Pansy exhaled, almost relieved.
“Liar! I see the way you look at him.” Ginny fired back with a lethal glare. Everyone in the room looked concerned, except for Draco. Hermione felt a feeling of nervousness wash over her as the scene unfolded before her.
“He isn’t the one I’m looking at all the time! I don't want to shag your husband; I want to shag you!” Pansy let the words roll out of her mouth before she could stop them. Everyone’s eyes widened, gasps and stale silence fell over the room. Pansy fidgeted with her skirt.
“Ginny, have you ever wanted to have a threesome?” Pansy asked, nervously. Hermione’s brows furrowed with confusion. Ginny remained shocked. Hermione could only assume the serum kicked in because her jaw hit the floor when Ginny replied softly.
“Yes…” Ginny said breathlessly. Blaise coughed slightly.
“Okay, you can talk about this another time. How bout we move on to someone else… someone like Theo.” Blaise smirked, mischief behind his eyes. Pansy, almost forgetting she was a nervous wreck nearly two seconds ago, shifted to face Hermione, Theo, and Draco with a devilish smile that made Hermione’s stomach churn. Theo’s gaze held fury behind it as he locked eyes with Blaise.
“As Draco pointed out, one should be specific with their question. So, you’ve said you like innocent girls. What makes a woman innocent? In detail this time please.” Blaise said cunningly knowing that if he could just get Theo started, the veritaserum would do all the work. Theo gulped.
“Well, an innocent woman is simple. She never suspects anything. Every smile, every brush of hands is a simple gesture to her. She’s got no idea that when you brush against her hands, you want to pin her hands against the wall. An innocent woman stammers, can’t even string together a complete sentence when you’re within a foot of her.” Theo said in a husky tone. Hermione sucked in a sharp breath while she clenched her legs together.
“An innocent woman gets wet with words. She clenches her legs together, hoping the pressure will provide some relief to her most sensitive spot.” He breathed out in the same husky voice. Hermione averted her gaze from Theo, her cheeks warming. Had he seen me before? She thought to herself.
“By the time you lay a finger on her, she’s dripping down her thighs. Her heart races, she twitches, pants under your gaze, but she’s too shy to ask for it. She bites her lip hoping you’ll save her the humiliation of asking you to touch her.” Hermione felt her body ignite. Hermione thought about excusing herself to the loo only to touch her aching center. His words traveled straight to her pulsing clit.
“And you could put her out of her misery, touch her like you know she wants. But the thing about innocent women is… they love to beg. Once you can get them to finally ask you, they won’t stop. They’ll beg for anything you’ll give them as long as they get to cum. Needy little things really, all it takes is one time. When she wears a little black dress…” Theo trailed off, focusing his smoldering gaze on Hermione who sat panting at the scene he was painting.
“That hugs her body, leaves nothing to imagination, all you have to do is get her to say, “please lift up my dress and fuck me” and that’s all you have to do, at that point she’ll do anything you want. She’ll let you whisper dirty things in her ear, and let you do even worse things to her body, all just to cum. Because deep down, every innocent woman… is a needy little slut.” Theo said not breaking his eye contact with Hermione.
A heavy silence fell over the room. She could swear the air reeked of sex right now. Hermione gulped, finally getting the courage to break their gaze. Deep red blush fell across her face as she surveyed the room. Daphne was squeezing Blaise’s hand until her knuckles turned white. Ginny was also panting slightly, while Harry just ogled his wife with eyes that were blown wide open. And Draco was looking anywhere but her.
“Uh, um Daphne. W-why don't you ask someone something?” Hermione squeaked trying to ignore the burning gaze she was still receiving from Theo.
“Uh, s-sure. Let me t-think.” Daphne said, trying to get a grip on herself. Hermione was glad that it seemed the picture Theo painted affected more than just her. Pansy shot up, sauntering over to Daphne. She threw up her hand to block what she was whispering to Daphne. A wicked grin fell over the two witches. Pansy sauntered back to her original spot. The raven-haired witch held an intense stare with Hermione, grinning from ear to ear as she plopped back down to the hardwood floors.
“Draco.” Daphne said lightly. Draco’s head snapped to Daphne.
“If you could shag anyone in this room, who would it be?” Daphne said rather eloquently for the inappropriate question that fell from her lips.
“Hermione.” Draco replied effortlessly, with a strangled groan finally turning his attention to her. That was it, the fire over her body intensified. His gaze paired with Theo’s words had her legs shaking. Hermione shot straight up, wobbling only slightly.
“I’m going to use the loo.” Hermione said exasperated, rushing off before anyone could protest. She slammed the black door to the loo. She placed her hands on the white marble sink. She let out a deep sigh as the cold stone felt absolutely blissful against her raging skin.
Hermione finally looked at herself in the mirror. Her lips were puffy due to her gnawing, her eyes were a bright shade of brown. She bit her lip nervously again as she felt the pulsing of her aching clit. Was she really about to touch herself in Draco’s bathroom? She looked at herself in the mirror debating it.
You can wait until you get home, Merlin! She told herself. She flicked on the cold water before patting some on her still boiling cheeks. She huffed one more time, preparing her speech for her friends. I’m sorry, I’m not feeling well. She thought. It was easy to think but she prayed she could say it without the veritaserum ruining it.
Hermione gripped the knob breathing shakily while swinging the door open. The sound of her wedges clacking against the floor of the hallway only increased her nervousness. She took one final deep breath before stepping back into the living room. Surprise ran through her body when she saw no one but Theo.
“W-where is everyone?” Hermione tried her best to say. They stammer, can’t even string a sentence together. Theo’s words echoed in her mind.
“Blaise and Daphne left. Potter and Ginny also went home… with Pansy.” Theo said.
“O-oh. I’ll just be g-going.” Hermione stuttered again. Merlin get a grip! She screamed at herself. Theo wandered closer to her until he was about 2 feet away from her. She felt like she was suffocating under his presence. She looked up at Theo through her lashes as he smirked down at her.
“Do you want to know if I was talking about you during the game?” Theo whispered, crossing his arms. Hermione’s eyes widened; she felt her body warm as she tried to stop the words climbing their way up her throat.
“I-I… yes.” She panted. Damn Pansy She made a mental note to scold her friend tomorrow.
“I was.” Theo murmured, his gaze drifting down her body. Had this dress really been that attractive? It was a plain black tank top dress that border lined on casual and bodycon.
“Right well, I’ll be g-going.” She tried to remain composed as she watched Theo drag his bottom lip between his teeth. She spun on her heels to find Draco blocking the floo.
“Who said we had to stop playing?” Draco chuckled smugly, which sent a shiver down her body. She felt small between the two men. She felt like small prey trying to escape the hungry predator. Draco’s gaze picked her apart.
“Do you want to stay Hermione?” Draco asked, walking towards her, hands shoved in his pockets.
“Yes. Wait, w-what. N- fuck y-yes Draco.” Embarrassment slithered over her face. Why was she saying these things out loud? Her mind was buzzing with conflicting thoughts, but her stupid mouth said everything the veritaserum had unlocked. Her mind went fuzzy as she felt the breeze of Draco moving closer span over her body. She heard Theo’s feet move closer as well.
She gasped at their intoxicating smells. Draco oozed a minty refreshing scent, while Theo had a light cedarwood and vetiver scent. Her head was spinning. Their proximity and scent worsened the fire she thought she previously put out.
“Theo, what would you like to do for the rest of your evening?” Draco asked while holding her desperate gaze.
“I’d love to spend the night with Hermione.” Theo said, stepping closer to her. She shivered as she felt his hot breath span her neck.
“And what would you do with her?” Draco asked softly. Hermione’s eyes frantically searched Draco’s face. His expression is carved in stone. His jaw line looked as if she could cut her hand. His eyes were normally icy silver in color, but right now they were a storming grey.
“I’d love to find out…if she is innocent.” Theo now whispered, right in her ear which made her jump. Her eyes drifted shut as a sigh escaped her lips when his lips ghosted over the shell of her ear. He was so close yet so far; she could practically taste him.
“Are you innocent, Hermione?” Draco called forward. Hermione’s eyes snapped open. She could feel her blood warming all over her body. She couldn’t stop what was coming if she wanted to, the veritaserum saw to that.
“Yesss.” She murmured softly.
“I knew you would be. When Theo was describing what type of woman was innocent, I watched your pretty little thighs clench… I saw your eyes light up. The way you were biting your lip, holding back desperate gasps and moans.” Draco cooed. Hermione’s cheeks reddened significantly.
“You looked absolutely lovely trying to maintain control, little one.” Draco hummed.
“The way you reacted when I talked about lifting your dress up… it had me wanting to do it in front of everyone.” Theo cooed. Hermione’s breath hitched, she suddenly felt as if she couldn’t breathe. Control? What control? The only control she could maintain would be keeping her mouth shut. If they could get her talking, well as Theo pointed out she would never stop.
“Aw look, she's trying to do it again... how cute.” Draco chuckled darkly. Fury painted her face in the form of a scowl and pinched eyebrows.
“Oooh, she didn’t like that comment.” Theo joined Draco in his nonsensical chuckling. They were trying to goad her. She huffed, crossing her arms.
“Something you’d like to say, Love?” Draco played dumb. She glowered at him.
“Hmmm, it’s a shame Hermione doesn’t want to play with us.” Theo continued to tease.
“I never said that!” Hermione finally snapped. She gasped, physically slapping her hands to her mouth. She proceeded to groan behind her hands.
“Come on Hermione, be a good girl. Play with us.” Draco hummed ghosting over her ear as Theo had done before. She mewled at his delicious tone and even more delicious words. Again, she found her innermost thoughts rising up before she could muster a pathetic attempt to stop it.
“I-I want to. Fuck I want it so bad.” Hermione muttered erratically, throwing her head back bumping into Theo’s broad chest. Draco tsked.
“Good girls don’t swear Love. And you are going to be a good girl for us, right Hermione?” Draco muttered huskily. A wanton moan slipped past her crimson lips.
“Think about it, Hermione… being such a good girl for Draco and I.I bet if Draco told you to get on your knees, you’d do it in a heartbeat. Isn’t that right? Theo groaned in her ear. She broke out into a full-on pant as her thighs twitched. The image of her falling to her knees, feeling the hardwood scrape her knees, eyes level with Draco’s belt, his hand weaving into her hair to force her gaze to his aching erection caused an unintelligible sound to exit her.
“Theo asked you a question. If I told you to drop to your knees, would you be a good little girl, and do it?” Draco asked hardly. His desire was present with every word.
“Yessss.” Hermione hissed, throwing her head back against Theo.
“Tell us what you want, Angel.” Theo said haughtily. Hermione tried and failed to gain an ounce of composure over her body. Try desperately to stomp put the fire that pulsed in her lower abdomen. Merlin, she was like a randy teenager all over again.
Once you can get them to finally ask you, they won’t stop. All it takes is one time. Theo’s words from earlier in the night bounced around her mind. She knew what he wanted her to say.
“I-I want you, and Draco.” Hermione panted.
“So, ask us Hermione.” Theo said plainly. Hermione couldn’t see him, but she knew he had a smirk plastered on his face.
Her eyes fluttered close while her raw lips drifted apart softly. She couldn’t avoid it anymore, not only was her mind losing the battle against the veritaserum, but her body was losing its fight too.
“But before you do, I should warn you… Theo and I don’t play gentle… So, if you want to play, you’ll need a safe word, because once we start… We won't stop unless we hear that word.” Draco spoke clearly, tone quite serious, and if she had any question just about how serious he was, his eyes told her he was very.
“Veritaserum.” Hermione moaned, never breaking her eye contact with Draco.
“Be a good girl for us and beg for our touch.” Draco mused with lust filled eyes.
“Fuck! Please kiss me, fuck me, just for the love of Merlin just touch me. I need it.” She whined quite needily letting her eyes fall yet again. Before she could open her eyes, she felt Theo’s large warm hands grip her waist, pulling her ass against his clothed erection. Simultaneously Draco planted his hands on the side of her face so he could crash his lips against hers.
Had they not had a good grip on her she surely would have fallen over as her body was hastily being pulled in two different directions. She moaned against Draco’s lips as Theo began grinding against her ass. Draco sucked her plump bottom lip between his teeth, rolling it back and forth. Teasingly he bit down causing her to let out a wanton whimper. Theo enthralled his left hand into her hair, yanking it back to separate her and Draco. She gasped in utter shock.
“You make the most delicious noises Angel.” Theo moaned in her ear.
“Look at you. Your lips are so swollen… I bet they’d look lovely wrapped around our cocks. But I suppose we’ll find out soon enough.” Draco spat out panting. Taking advantage of the position Theo held her head, Draco began placing hot wet kisses upon her neck. He was brutal with his kissing, licking, and sucking. His lips ghosted over her collarbone, trailing so lightly the sensation had her canting towards him for more. She felt him smirk against her as she sucked in a sharp breath.
Draco ran his tongue over the delicate spot a few times before sucking hard on it. She let out a loud shaky moan. Theo moved his lips to the lobe of her ear, biting it playfully before whispering.
“Good girl Hermione. Let him hear how good it feels.”
“M-more. Please pleaseee.” Hermione panted. Draco chuckled darkly before meeting her eyes.
“You’re right Theo, they are such needy little things… who would’ve thought Hermione Granger would be standing between us, begging to be touched like a needy little slut.” He put emphasis on the word slut. Hermione’s eyes widened at the tingly feeling that ran down her abdomen to the aching spot between her legs. Theo chuckled as he felt her legs twitch closer together.
“Do you like being called a slut? Or do you like being called a good girl?” Theo posed rhetorically.
“I like them both. I know I’m a good girlll...” She tried finishing her sentence but got distracted by Draco’s wandering hand that teased up and down the curve of her body.
“You like both… hmm, last time I checked, good girls don’t squeeze their legs together when they get told they’re acting like a dirty little slut. Good girls don’t moan when someone calls them a needy little whore either.” Theo groaned, palming himself through his dark trousers. The noise that left her petite frame was so desperate sounding, but she couldn’t care less.
“You wanna be treated like a dirty whore? Hmm? Fine, get on your knees.” Draco grunted, gripping her hair tightly before pushing her to her knees. Her small hands flew to his belt that was begging to be undone. Draco slapped her hand away. His other hand still tight in her hair he pressed her face against his covered bulge.
“Look at you, so hungry for my cock Love.” Draco moaned while rubbing his throbbing bulge against her face. Theo bent down to her ear.
“Look at him Angel. Beg him for it. Beg him to let you suck his cock.” A shiver flew down her spine, but she did as she was told. Her large hazel eyes fluttered up, peeking through her lashes at the beautiful man above her. His platinum hair cascaded over his forehead, his lips were just as swollen as hers, his cheeks had a slight pink flush to them.
“Please Draco.”
“Open your mouth.” Draco demanded; voice gravelly. Without hesitation she opened her mouth wide. Draco placed his middle finger on her tongue. Instinctively she closed her lips around it, sucking and bobbing. Draco admired her as he wedged his ring finger in as well. She hummed in delight as she felt her saliva pool around his warm calloused fingers.
Suddenly Draco shoved his fingers towards the back of her throat roughly. Her eyes began to water as she gagged around his fingers.
“This is how far my cock will go… right to the back of your throat. Do you think you can take that? Hmm?” Draco spoke in a trance while flexing the finger that lay in her mouth slightly before ripping them out. Hermione coughed slightly before meeting his gaze panting.
“I asked you a question.” Draco spat, getting impatient. He took the time of her labored breath to rub his spit covered fingers over her heated cheeks, slowly. Hermione still tried to catch her breath. Draco growled, finally running out of patience. His hand gripped her jaw tightly, yanking her face towards him.
“Open your mouth again.” Draco gruffed out. Curiosity flooded her eyes. She obliged with his command. Her lips parted as she stared at him through her wet lashes. A deep moan left her body as Draco spit in her mouth.
“Answer him Angel. I know you can take it all. Beg for it...” Theo cooed, tangling his hand through her hair to play with it gently. Her eyes fluttered shut at the pleasant tingling feeling spreading over her scalp. Her body shivered with pleasure as she began to drift her eyes open for Draco.
“Please let me suck your cock. Let me show you not only how good my lips look wrapped around your cock, but also how good it feels.” Hermione said seductively, biting her lip. Draco muttered a low ‘Fuck’ before letting his hand make quick work of his belt and zipper. She tugged the waistband of his trousers down to his midthigh.
“Take me out.” Draco grunted. She hesitantly licked her lips before moving a shaky hand to the elastic of his black boxers. She tugged the elastic down allowing his throbbing cock to spring free. It bounced a couple times and Hermione let it, just taking in his size. He was long and thick. She saw blue veins run throughout it. She shuddered at the thought of how it’d feel inside her.
She placed a hand around the shaft, pumping slowly. Draco threw his head back letting his eyes shut, but Hermione kept her focus on the angry red head that was leaking precum. She smirked before slowly licking away the salty beads of precum. Draco snapped his head down. Taking hold of her hair this time with both hands, he pushed past her lips roughly.
She gagged a little on his length. Opening her mouth wider he kept his rough slow pace.
“Aren’t you just the best little cock slut. Look at you taking all of me.” He said pushing her head down his full length, keeping her there. She hollowed her cheeks as he pulled back. His slippery cock fell from her mouth with a pop. A long strain of spit hung from the tip of his cock and ended on her bottom lip.
Draco moved around her to allow Theo an opportunity to use her throat as well. Theo unfastened his trousers with ease. Pulling himself out with two gentle strokes, she marveled at how similar their cocks were. She felt herself clench around nothing at the thought of them stretching her, filling her entirely. She was pulled back from her thoughts as the head of Theo’s cock brushed against her lips gently. Her mouth responded on its own accord, parting for him.
Theo threw his head back in delight as he inched himself further into her warm wet mouth. Draco placed his hands around her head, halting any movement. Theo smirked as he began to pump rhythmically into her mouth. Tears rimmed her eyes as she swallowed his length. Glug glug’ noises filled the room.
“Such a good slut. You’re taking his cock so well.” Draco praised from behind. She moaned around Theo’s length. His words sent electrifying tingles to her core. Almost as if they could tell Theo withdrew himself from her mouth, switching spots with Draco. Draco gripped her hair while Theo fell to his knees.
“Hold your mouth open, tongue out. Don’t try to close your mouth.” Draco commanded. Nodding her head, her mouth lazily fell open as Theo’s hands began to roam her body. Draco pressed into her mouth slowly, pushing as far as he could. Shuddering as the tip of his cock hit the base of her throat. She let out a hum of pleasure as Theo traced her hips. Draco pulled his hips back, completely pulling out of her mouth before pushing back in slower than before.
She gasped around Draco as Theo’s hands brushed against her wet core through her knickers.
“She’s absolutely soaked. Soaked right through her knickers.” Theo groaned.
“Of course, she is.” Draco responded with a strangled moan. Theo began applying pressure to her sensitive nub while drawing small circles. Her chest rose heavily at the sensation. Her hips started rocking back and forth ever so slightly. Theo chuckled as he increased his pace. Meanwhile Draco ran his hands through his hair as he pumped slowly into her mouth.
A stifled moan rose from her throat as the movement of Theo’s fingers changed from light circles to hard back and forth motions.
“Look how beautiful she looks Theo… Drooling all over my cock as she’s about to cum.”
Her stomach flexed while her legs shook. She felt the tension pool in her lower abdomen, burning. While she felt the tension building in her abdomen, the feeling of his fingers against her clit felt heavenly. She tried to speak but was failing due to the cock in her mouth. Draco pulled out allowing her to gather her breath.
“Ss-s-stop.” She whimpered.
“What’s the matter? Are you going to cum already?” Draco grinned down at her.
“N-no. Don’t w-want to ye-yet!” She exclaimed as Theo smacked her clit.
“You don't want to cum?” Draco gripping her hair in his hand, forcing her to look at him.
“No… Feels so good. Don't want it to stop.” She panted. Draco yanked her hair causing a little gasp of pain to fall from the witch.
“You don’t tell him no. Theo make her cum.” Draco grinned.
“Ahh!” She moaned, squeezing her eyes shut as Theo resumed his brutal pace against her overstimulated clit.
“Pl-Please don’t make me cum yet.”
“If you don’t want to cum, try and fight it, Love.” Draco challenged, while poking her lips with his length. Her mouth took him in again. Theo rubbed her furiously, determined to rip her orgasm out of her.
“Look at me.” Draco demanded. Tear rimmed eyes bore up at him. Her brows drawn together, eyes rolling back ever so slightly. She was close. Draco extended his hand to cup her cheek, his thumb wiping away a tear that rolled down her cheek.
Hermione tried to fight it as best as she could but with the speed and pressure Theo was providing, and the way she drooled all over Draco, she was no match. Feeling the tension break she let out a long moan around Draco while she tried to throw her head back. Her body slumped down as the waves of her orgasm faded.
She was quickly brought back to the two men with her as Draco pulled out of her mouth grabbing her chin roughly. Hermione’s mouth parted as she tried to focus her hazy gaze on him.
“You spoiled little brat...We decide when you cum. Understand?” Draco leaned closer to her. Hermione shook her head lazily as a wave of exhaustion swept over her.
“I think she deserves a punishment Draco.”
Her heart began to race as the two shared a smirk. Theo bent down picking her up. With ease he threw her over his shoulder as she squeaked. His hand came to rest on her ass as he followed Draco. Hermione heard a door open. Theo swung her off his shoulder. The next thing she felt was a soft bedding under her knees.
Draco gave her an imperceptible look that made her quiver and had her straightening her posture under his intense gaze.
“Such a naughty girl…” Draco said quietly, trailing a finger from the top of her thigh to her knee causing her to shiver.
“I thought you were going to be a good girl for us?” Theo spoke softly. Their words had her mind racing.
“S-sorry. I am. I swear I will be.” She stammered, her thoughts trampling over each other to get out of her mouth.
“No, you were a bad girl… Now you’re going to be punished.” Draco lifted his fingers to capture her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. Hermione felt the bed dip accommodating Theo’s weight.
“Bend over Theo’s lap.” Draco commanded. Hesitantly she crawled to him. She felt her cheeks heat up, as she felt like a child about to be scolded. She kept her gaze averted from both of the men and tried to ignore Theo’s throbbing cock bouncing against her stomach.
Hermione’s body jumped at the soft caress over her arse. Theo brought his lips towards her ear. She could feel the heat of his breath spanning over it.
“I don’t want to do this, but we can’t have you being a bad girl...if it gets to be too much you remember your safe word?” Theo whispered. Her brows scrunched in confusion as she nodded slowly..
SMACK!
“Ahh!” She gasped as her body shook. She panted, feeling Theo chase the pain away with a gentle rub.
“She is going to get 10.” Draco said, running his hand over the curve of her back. Theo’s hand came down again with similar pressure. Her arms buckled out from underneath her.
SMACK!
Theo ceased the soothing rubs. Tingling spread across her arse. It hadn’t hurt as much as she thought it would. Perhaps Theo was going easy on her. The tingling found its way between her legs. She felt a warm gush saturate her knickers. Her eyes widened at the development.
Theo’s hand across her arse pulled her from her thoughts, but the soft moan that fell from her lips had Draco still his pacing.
“Theo stop.” Draco commanded roughly. Theo immediately stopped. Draco’s thumb and forefinger found themselves under her chin yet again. Draco’s burning gaze met honey brown eyes that were practically glowing.
“She is enjoying this.” Draco murmured, tapping his slender pointer finger across his pursed lips.
“Angel… you really are such a naughty girl.” Theo smirked.
Theo wrapped his large arm around her waist, hoisting her up to position her on his lap. She leaned into him sighing at the hard expanse of his warm chest. A small smile slid over her face as she could feel the head of Theo’s cock poke into her lower back.
“Since you enjoyed being spanked, we’ll have to try something else.” Theo muttered in her ear.
“And I know just the thing. For the rest of the evening, you are not allowed to cum.” A menacing smirk slid over Draco’s face. With wide eyes she prepared to beg.
“Unless you can be the good girl you claim you are. When you are close, you are to ask us if you may cum. Understand?” Hermione nodded her head as fast as she could.
Without another word Draco dropped to his knees. With heavy breath she watched him intently. Draco slid his hands up her legs, massaging them slowly. His hands were warm and firm against her soft thighs. She let herself lean shamelessly against Theo while she watched Draco toy with the hem of her dress. Draco slid one finger under her dress, slowly trailing his finger across her thigh inching it closer to her center.
Theo guided his hands across her collar bones softly. These soft, delicate touches had tingles spreading over her entire body. With the darkness behind her closed eyes, she allowed herself to feel nothing but their roaming hands. She gasped quietly as a pair of hands roamed from her collar bones down to cup her breast. Immediately her nipples hardened under the fabric.
Taking his time, Theo gently brought his hands away from her breasts to slide his fingers under the straps of her dress. Just as he took his time getting his hands there, he took even longer to slip the straps off her shoulder, but finally the fabric rolled down her chest, allowing the cool air to graze against her hot chest.
Draco took the opportunity to slide the hem of her dress up exposing her knickers to him. Draco let out a strangled moan at the sight of her green knickers, dark and damp with arousal. Draco hooked his fingers under her knickers sliding them to the side finally exposing her glistening cunt.
“Merlin.” Draco muttered. Hermione shuddered a bit as she felt a deep chuckle rumble through Theo’s chest.
“Looks like Draco likes your sweet little pussy.” The words seared her skin. Without another thought Draco leaned in and began slowly lapping at her dripping cunt. Her eyes drifted shut at the sensation. Theo’s hands found themselves back on her breast, rolling her pert buds through his fingertips.
“Open your eyes. Watch Draco as he eats your sweet pussy.”
Hermione forced her eyes back open, moaning when stormy grey ones peeked at her through his lashes.
“What a needy little slut you are… Letting Theo play with your tits as I eat your soaking pussy.” Draco murmured between her legs, nipping roughly at her inner thighs. Sharp gasps mixed with moans surrounded them.
“Theo, is your cock cold?”
With a deep chuckle, Draco let his mischievous eyes meet her confused ones. In one fell swoop Theo’s firm arm wrapped around her waist lifting her with ease as his other hand gripped his cock. His actions caught up with her as he sunk his cock into her. She couldn’t stop the pathetic needy little noises she made. She began desperately wriggling her hips to get any sort of friction but was quickly thwarted. Theo’s hands gripped her waist hard enough to leave bruises halting her to a dead stop.
Draco laughed mockingly as she let out a pained whimper. Draco brought his mouth back to her center, focusing his ministrations on her throbbing clit. She panted desperately trying to move even a millimeter
“Oh, you’re close aren’t you Angel? I can feel you tightening around my cock.” Theo groaned in her ear. Draco snapped his attention toward her.
“You better fucking ask Hermione.” He growled, furiously rubbing her clit with two fingers.
“Go on Angel, be a good girl. For me.” Theo whispered huskily.
“Please can I cum?” She groaned in a pained tone, with tightly shut eyes, back arching against Theo. The two men shared a look.
“No.” Draco clipped, yanking his fingers off her clit.
“No! No! Please.” She begged. But to no avail they watched her built up orgasm dissipate.
Once they were sure the built-up pressure was gone the strong hands that gripped her waist began rocking her back and forth. She mewled as she felt the head poke against her front wall. Draco smashed his lips to hers, swallowing her sweet little cry upon tasting herself on his lips.
“Tell him how much you love it Angel.” Theo grunted against her neck.
“Tastes so good on your lips… so sweet… m-more Theo pleasee.” She sobbed. Draco had other plans. He gripped her waist, yanking her off Theo. She wriggled in his arms with a frustrated groan. He tossed her on the bed with ease, as if she were a ragdoll. Letting her bounce once before hoisting her hips upwards positioning her on her hands and knees. He ran his fingers from the top of her shoulders down to her hips, slowly following her silhouette until his hands reached her bum, giving it a firm spank.
Tossing her curls over her shoulder, she eyed Draco as he vanished his clothes. She began sucking on her bottom lip whilst forgetting what harsh words she was going to spit.
“Look here now Angel.” Theo’s voice made her turn her head back around. A smile slid over her face as she came face to face with his hard cock. Heart racing with anticipation, she felt Draco lay his erection on her arse. A gasp of surprise fell from her lips as a large hand tangled itself in her mess of curls pushing her face closer to the rock-hard cock in front of her.
“Suck.” The deep baritone voice behind her boomed. She never broke her gaze with Theo as she let her swollen lips fall apart, letting her tongue hang out. Theo groaned as her tongue swirled his tip so very slowly. Finally wrapping her lips around the head, she sent Theo a cheeky look through her eyes. Draco growled, gripping her hips tightly.
“I. Said. Suck.” He grunts slamming into her as hard as he could. With wide eyes, her body jerks forward with the force of his thrust, subtly pushing Theo further into her throat. Her walls twitch around him at the sudden stretch.
“Draco, do that again.” Theo chuckled. Draco rolled his hips back steadily, letting the tip rest against her entrance, before stretching her yet again. Hermione’s eyes rolled back into her head as she produced a muffled moan around Theo’s length. Draco continued his slow calculated thrusts. Waiting for her to want more, to need more. He wanted her to be an absolute dripping, quaking, stuttering mess before he made her cum. She shuddered each time he’d withdraw himself only to sink back in as deep as he could go. Noises and grunts of frustration wrapped themselves around Theo.
“What’s the matter Angel?” Theo cooed, feigning innocence. Hermione panted in a desperate attempt to catch her breath. Theo marveled at the sight of the speechless witch, whose cheeks were flushed, whose swollen red lips dripped with spit, whose eyes were glazed over with pleasure.
“Faster… pl-please Draco. N-need m-more.” Her raspy voice panted.
“Hmm. Should I go faster Theo? Should I get her right on the edge? Fuck her until the only name she remembers is mine?” Draco said, a surprising level of control encasing his words and his thrusts.
“Would you like that Angel? Hmm?” Theo whispered, cupping her jaw. Softly stroking her cheek with his thumb. Draco exercised a harder thrust causing her whimpered ‘yes’ to break in the middle.
“Beg me for it Hermione. Beg like a good little slut.” His words were rough, his control slipping with every passing second.
“Draco please! More.. I n-need…”
“Ohhh no Hermione. That’s not going to work. Don’t try and act like some innocent little girl. No, I want to hear all the dirty little things you want me to do to you.” He groaned, becoming more and more impatient.
“Come on Angel. Don't keep him waiting.” Theo strummed her cheek again. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, sighing lightly preparing her words.
“I. Wont. Fucking. Ask. Again.” Draco spoke between thrusts. Her body convulsed around him.
“Draco p-please! Faster, harder! Pull my hair, choke me, spank me, mark me. J-just fuck me!” She rasped hurriedly.
“Maybe she can be a good girl Theo.” Draco increased his speed, bracing his hands on her shoulders for leverage. Draco allowed his eyes to roll back with ecstasy as he felt her walls clench around him like a vice. The noises she made sounded like music to his ears, but a particular squeal amongst her soft moans caught his attention, and he knew exactly what it meant.
“Ask. Ask me.” His tone was so deep, so stern.
“Dr-Dracooo. M-may I?” She was surprised she could formulate the sentence.
Draco smirked as he gave her one last thrust, making her take all of him before he stilled. Hermione let a frustrated groan mixed with a mangled sob out before hanging her head. Draco laughed as he felt her walls still tightening around him, still desperately trying to achieve sweet release.
Still frustrated from her denial to cum, she paid Draco little to no attention, focusing her efforts on Theo. He’d let her. She flipped over and scooted toward him.
“Theo?” She whispered.
“Yes Angel?”
“Please?” She spoke lustfully as she parted her legs for Theo to get a nice view of her dripping cunt. Theo smirked as he leaned in, allowing his tongue to stroke her slit gently. Her head rolled back at the soft swirls he made. Theo alternated between fast and slow swirls, and it had her wondering if he’d deny her too. His flattened tongue made a few more swirls over her clit before he switched to swift back and forth licks.
Enthralling her hands in his hair she pushed his face closer to her bucking hips. He responded by wrapping his hands around her thighs, holding her waist to the bed. She imagined how she looked through Draco’s eyes.
Curls spread on the bed, head constantly falling back, eyes tight with pleasure, lips begging for more, tits pushed together, bouncing with each arch of her back, her hands gripping and pulling the soft brunette curls as his best friend was about to make her cum on his tongue. She began to shake, legs involuntarily squeezing together. This was it; she was right there, and he was going to let her, unlike Draco.
“Y-yes! Theo yes!” She moaned with tightly sealed eyes. She briefly felt a breeze drift over her as Draco scurried off the bed.
“You little fucking brat.” Draco cursed as his hands wrapped around Theo’s shoulder, forcibly ripping him away from her quaking body. Leaving her right on the edge, again.
“No! No, no, no, noooo.” Hermione whined at the loss of his eager mouth.
Draco forcefully grabbed her wrists. Wide eyes bore up at him. His expression was less than pleased. His jaw twitched. Hermione gulped nervously. Draco climbed onto the bed. Laying against the pillows he dragged her by her wrists. Her small body flew up his. She let out a sharp gasp as the head of his cock grinded against her.
She whimpered as he just let her hover over his length.
“Draco please… pleaseee.” She moaned, rocking her hips, trying to push the tip in. Draco released her wrist, moving his hands to her waist. Gripping her hips so hard his knuckles turned white.
“Say please for me one more time.” Draco said, meeting her glistening eyes.
“Ple-ase!” Draco yanked her his down, splitting her open over his cock in the middle of her word. Her entire body shuddered at the stroke of pleasure coursing through her.
“If you want to cum so badly, make yourself cum.” Draco mused.
“W-what?” She panted.
“He wants you to ride him, Angel... Bounce on his cock until you cum all over him.” Theo whispered in her ear, his lips brushing against it. Not needing to be told twice she eagerly rocked her hips back and forth. She threw her head back in pleasure as she swiveled on Draco’s cock. She gasped as she felt warm fingers slowly rub her clit while she worked toward her own release.
Draco was entranced as he fixated his gaze on her bouncing breast. Theo moved closer behind her, pressing his firm chest against her back to provide her leverage. He also sunk his teeth into the curve of her neck, biting and sucking teasingly. The pain and pleasure that coursed through her had squeezing Draco’s cock like a vice.
She began to bounce up and down, mewling as the head of Draco’s cock dragged deliciously against her front wall. That in combination of Theo sucking her neck she felt the familiar quakes signaling she was on the edge.
“Please! May I cum? Please, please, please…” She babbled deliriously. She had hoped that not being told to ask had earned her some brownie points, however she was sorely mistaken when she felt Draco’s hands slither around her hips, pulling her down onto his cock, preventing her from moving any further. Yet again she felt all the tight pressure recede.
Draco moved one hand onto her throat, squeezing the sides to disrupt the blood flow. Slowly he pulled her body down to his by her throat. Her head spun as she just laid against Draco’s panting chest, trying to regain an ounce of composure. All at once her awareness came back to her as she felt Theo’s wandering fingers rub over her arsehole.
“Have you ever taken a cock in your arse before?” Theo asked rubbing circles around the puckered hole. She whimpered a bit.
“O-only twice, but not with someone who is as big as you.” She whispered, cheeks hot with embarrassment.
“I think you could take me Angel. What do you think Draco?” Theo praised.
“I know she can take it. She’s been a very good little slut. She’ll take it because she wants to please us, like an obedient slut. Isn’t that right?” Draco mused forcing her eyes to his.
“Mhm.” She whimpered. She watched Draco’s eyes flick over her shoulder briefly before returning to her gaze.
“Don’t worry, Theo is going to get you ready to take his cock in your arse.” Draco smirked. His smirk gave off the impression ‘I know something you don’t know’ and it was at that moment, she felt Theo’s warm broad tongue run over her tight arsehole. She gasped at the new sensation.
Theo chuckled against her, the deep vibrations only adding to the newfound pleasurable sensation.
“If only you could feel how her little pussy just squeezed around me. Who knew she’d like getting her arse ate?” Draco chuckled. A gasp escaped her as Theo’s hands pulled her cheeks further apart to gain more access. She felt him pull away and a moment later she felt a glob of hot spit running over the tight hole, all the way down her cunt.
Her eyes widened when she felt the head of Theo’s cock poke the tight entrance.
“Breathe Angel.” He cooed, wrapping his hands around her waist. He rubbed tiny reassuring circles in her lower back as he pushed the head of his cock in. Surprise overtook her body at the moan that escaped. She felt him roll his hips again, pushing himself in further. She let out a shaky breath when he pressed further.
She felt so full, and to her knowledge she hadn’t even taken all of him yet. With two more rolls of his hips, she felt him bottom out. Her stinging cheeks were pressed flush against his hips.
“I told you she could take it all.” Draco said experimentally bucking his hips. Theo and him began to thrust in tandem and her head felt as though she was going to burst. She was speechless at the way their cocks stretched her.
Increasing their speed, she couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling back. The sound she made were completely inaudible as she felt the tell-tale signs of her impending orgasm. If she wasn’t allowed to cum this time, surely she’d cry or pass out.
“Yesss!” She hissed as Theo’s hand snaked its way into her hair, pulling it taught at the roots. Simultaneously, Draco’s hand found itself wrapped around her throat once more.
“Do you feel that Draco? She is going to cum.” Theo groaned almost painfully as he felt her tighten around his cock.
“Are you going to cum? Hmm? Does our dirty little whore want to cum?” Draco grit, dangerously close to his own release.
“Yes! Yes! Please!” She screamed.
“Be good girl Angel, ask.” Theo moaned.
“Please m-may I cum! Pl-please may -Please, please, please - need it- can’t hold it...” She rambled as fast as she could.
“Cum. Cum now Hermione.” Draco growled. She did not have to be told twice.
“Ohh Ohh ohhhh fuck ahhh!” She moaned with tightly shut eyes. Behind her lids bright white flashed as her entire body shook uncontrollably. Forcing her eyes open, a half smirk graced her lips as she saw Draco’s face screwed up in ecstasy as she felt both men shoot their hot seed into her. She shivered in delight as they painted her insides with every last drop.
Sighing happily, she let the two men maneuver her exhausted body to lay her between them. The only sounds to be heard was deep panting.
“You were such a good girl.” Theo murmured placing a small kiss on her sweat riddled forehead.
“Such a good girl Hermione.” Draco panted also placing a small kiss to her forehead. She smiled contently as exhaustion crept its way over her body.