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"Choose one."
Hermione's eyes widened as she took in the selection before her. Honestly, the variety seemed extravagant, she thought to herself as she reached out tentatively to grasp one of the prosthetic cocks. She inhaled sharply, surprised by the texture beneath her fingertips. It was undoubtedly different to the real thing, yet it was also unlike the artificial Muggle dildos she had expected. The appendage was firm beneath her touch, though the surface texture was smooth and somewhat pliable. In fact, it was eerily similar to a flesh and blood erection, if it were not cool to the touch and entirely disembodied.
"I'm flattered, love," Draco drawled and she turned to see the lazy smirk on his face. "All these cocks to choose from and you choose the replica of my own."
She turned, holding the prosthetic out for him to take. "I think I would know my own husband's cock, even in an impressive line up such as this. I'm certain Harry, as well acquainted as he is, will recognise it too."
Draco dropped to his knees before her, his hand coming to rest on her outer thigh, just above her knee, before caressing a slow path up her bare skin. Coming to a halt at her hip, he adjusted the leather belt of the strap-on she wore, tightening the buckles so they sat comfortably, yet securely on her form. Taking the artificial cock, Draco placed its base against the front of the harness she wore. Holding it securely, he glanced up at her from his place on the floor, a wicked grin spreading across his face. With his free hand he brandished his wand and tapped it's tip against the shaft of the prosthetic.
"Oh!"
The sensation was instantaneous; a strange pressure against the front of her pelvic bone, followed by a throb that pulsed down through her clitoris and outward. Her eyes grew wide as she looked down at the cock strapped to her, a strange tingling sensation spreading out over where the erect appendage sat proudly. As her mind raced for the words to describe what she felt, she could only think of the strange sensation of a phantom limb that amputee's would describe. It was obvious that there was a disconnect between her neuron's and the magically fabricated nerves in the prosthetic cock.
"We need to help your mind and body fortify the connection the enchantment has established," Draco said, confirming her hypothesis.
"Touch it," Draco directed. "Take it in your hand, grasp it."
She did as he asked, fisting the shaft of the cock - her cock. Her brow creased, lips parting as she exhaled sharply.
"Tell me what you feel."
She felt a blush stain her cheeks and she averted her eyes from his piercing grey. A familiar, husky sound emanated from Draco's throat and her spine straightened instinctively.
Tone dropping low, Draco amended, "That was not a suggestion, witch."
"I… it feels strange, foreign," she began. "It feels as if it's part of my own body, but akin to the numbness you would feel in an extremity the moment before the blood flow returns and the pain sets in."
"Stroke it," Draco commanded.
"What?"
She saw the muscle at his jaw bulge as he ground his teeth. "Don't play coy, Granger. We both know you are intimately familiar with how to pleasure a cock. Now, do it."
Looking up and holding Draco's gaze, she brought her hand to her face and swiped her wet tongue from palm to fingertip. Lowering her hand once more, she took hold of the shaft and tightened her grip just as she would if the cock she held had belonged to another. Sliding her fist from base to tip, Hermione surprised herself with the audible groan that escaped her lips as her thumb slipped over the cock's head. Her clitoris throbbed, the sensation shooting out through the appendage to be mirrored in the sensitive head, before returning to her centre like some erogenous feedback loop.
"Tell me," said Draco, his voice a low rumble.
"It… it's like I'm touching myself," she explained lamely. "My clit, it's like someone's touching my clit as I stroke the cock. It feels the same in the head, maybe just a-" The words caught in her throat as she ran her thumb across the cock's head once again. "A little less intense, perhaps. Though I feel it all in tandem."
A movement to her side caught her attention and she saw Draco adjust his own evident erection within the confines of his trousers.
"What else?" he prompted.
"When I pump my fist along the length, my- well I feel it too."
"Where?"
"My- my cunt. The walls, they… I don't even have the words." A soft moan fell from her parted lips as she pumped the cock and focused on the sensations the action evoked.
Draco released a low growl and his hand snapped forward, grasping her wrist and abruptly ceasing her action. "Enough. Our husband is waiting."
As Hermione crossed the threshold into their bedroom, her eyes found Harry immediately. Entirely naked, he knelt on the floor, knees wide, back straight and shoulders back. His hands rested on the tops of his thighs with his palms faced up - evidently eager to please. His eyes went first to Draco, then he turned his head to look at her, his gaze darting down to the harness around her hips and the artificial cock that protruded from her pelvis, before he glanced back up to meet her eyes with a lopsided grin.
"Did I give you permission to move, Potter?" Draco scolded.
The smile fell from Harry's face as he schooled his features. "No, sir," he replied before correcting his posture, moving his hands to clasp behind his back and await further direction.
Hermione stepped forward, ambling around Harry's kneeling form. With each step – each swing of her hips – the unfamiliar sway of the strap-on forced her to adjust her stride. As she circled behind Harry, she noticed the way his thumb played with his wedding band – a simple ring of three entwined, white gold bands. A ring they had each worn since the day of their bonding – behind his back, an anxious tell they all share.
She moved to stand before him once again and noticed the collar he wore only in the privacy of their own home. A ring – a promise – of a different sort.
"Do you want to suck your wife's cock, Potter?"
Harry's eyes snapped from where they had been affixed to the strap-on at Hermione's hips and up to meet Draco's gaze. She saw Harry's tongue dart forth to wet his lips before he replied, "Y-yes."
Draco stepped away from Hermione's side and around Harry's body in an instant, his long pale fingers tangling in Harry's dark, wild locks. His grasp tightened, forcing Harry's head back as Draco leant down, his mouth by the other wizard's ear.
"Yes, what?" he growled.
"Yes, Sir."
"There's a good boy. Now, open that pretty mouth of yours and show our wife what it's good for."
Hermione stepped forward, closing the distance between her and her husbands. Reaching out she cupped Harry's cheek in the palm of her hand, the coarse stubble rough against her soft skin. His vibrant green eyes met hers and the corner of her lip curled into a soft smile. Then, without breaking their eye contact, Harry shifted forward, his tongue swiping a path along the underside of the enchanted cock.
"Oh!" She exhaled sharply, the smile falling from her face as her lips parted in surprise.
Harry's hand grasped the girth of the prosthetic, his grip firmer than her own, fingers coarse and calloused. He stroked her firmly once and her knees nearly buckled as a shuddering moan escaped her. A moment later, his mouth was upon her. The sudden heat that enveloped the appendage overwhelmed her senses and Hermione's eyes fluttered closed, head lolling back. She focused on each stroke of his fist, each swipe of his tongue. Every sensation was entirely foreign to her, yet they coaxed forward an all too familiar pleasure.
"Oh god," she moaned as the ache coiled low in her belly.
"Look at him," Draco commanded.
Her eyes flew open as her head snapped to look down at Harry, cheeks hollowed as he pleasured her just as she had seen him pleasure Draco countless times. Her legs began to tremble and she reached out for support, her hand finding purchase on Harry's head. The action only served as encouragement for him to increase the pace of his ministrations.
"Ah, fuck-" Her fingers slipped from where they had been tangled in his hair, one hand moving to cup her own breast. "I'm going to-"
"That's enough."
"No," Hermione groaned in protest as she watched Draco's long, pale fingers tangle in Harry's dark hair and pull his head back from her body.
She whimpered as the cock slipped from Harry's hot, wet mouth with an audible pop. The orgasm that had been so close receded abruptly, leaving her with naught but frustration and the low, tight ache of arousal as Harry shifted back into his knelt position to await further command.
"Bed, now," Draco announced. "We will require you on your hands and knees, Potter."
Without hesitation Harry rose to his feet, moving to the bed they all shared. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip and her breath caught in her lungs as she watched her husband climb up onto the mattress and position himself with his knees at the edge of the bed.
Her stomach fluttered with a strange mixture of excitement and trepidation. Inhaling a deep, steadying breath she stepped forward and closed the distance between her and Harry. Though as she reached the bedside she encountered a glaring problem. Upon realising that her significantly shorter stature than both her husbands had left her at a disadvantage in this particular area, she couldn't help the way her lips pouted in a somewhat petulant manner. She turned to Draco to voice her complaint only to find him already smirking down at her, wand in hand. With the flick of his wrist, he transfigured the legs of the bed frame, lowering the mattress – and in turn their husband – to the perfect height.
Reaching out a tentative hand she caressed Harry's arse cheek before gliding her hand along the centre of his lower back before returning to where she had begun. She felt Harry lean back into her touch, the gesture encouraging her to explore his body further. With a nonverbal incantation she cast the spells for preparation and lubrication with practised ease, a soft moan escaping Harry's lips as she did so. The corner of her lip pulled up into a crooked smile as she realised there wasn't anything so intimidating about this afterall. This form of physical touch was familiar to her, to them.
"Do you want your wife to fuck you, Potter?" Draco asked, his tone low.
"Yes, Sir." Harry replied without hesitation.
She smiled at his eagerness and her hand trailed down from where it had rested on his rear to stroke the inside of one thigh. Her nails scratched a path lightly through the short curled hairs dispersed across his skin before reaching up and grasping his length from between his legs. His erect cock twitched under her grasp as his hips flexed at the sudden contact.
"Fuck, Hermione," he moaned. "Please."
"I don't believe I gave you permission to speak," Draco drawled, though Hermione could note the telltale sound of his own arousal beneath his otherwise aloof timbre.
Emboldened by the evident desire of both her husbands, she stroked Harry's cock once before pulling her hand back and cupping his balls firmly in her palm. He groaned under her touch and she brought her other hand up, her finger tip gently circling his entrance. She found he was slick from her lubrication spell, and slowly – so slowly she knew Harry would be fighting his urge to press back against her – she inserted her middle finger to her knuckle.
Harry released a low drawn out moan, yet he did not beg for more. They both knew all too well that Draco would be displeased with any further disobedience and he did not wish to be punished - not tonight. After a moment to allow him to adjust to her intrusion she began to move, pulling the digit back before slowly inserting it once more. She worked him slowly, before slipping her ring finger in alongside her middle. She curled the digits down, massaging Harry's prostate with each slow thrust of her hand.
"Fu-" Harry cut himself off with a frustrated groan.
"Do you want more, Potter?" Draco asked. "Do you want to feel her cock inside you? Want me to show our wife how to fuck you just how you like it?"
"Oh fuck," he moaned. "Please."
Hermione slowly withdrew her fingers and listened to the way her husband groaned at the loss of contact. Turning to Draco, she gazed up at him with wide, pleading eyes. She needed him, needed his guiding hand and the way he directed her – directed them both – with unyielding confidence.
In answer to her unspoken request, Draco moved to stand behind her. She felt the clear evidence of his own arousal trapped against her rear as he pressed his body flush against hers. One hand came to rest on her hip, the other reaching around to fist the magical cock strapped to her body. Hot breath ghosted by the shell of her ear as Draco whispered the incantation to the lubrication charm. A moment later he pumped his fist along the prosthetic – spreading the slick moisture up over its tip – causing Hermione to suck in a hissed breath through clenched teeth.
"Step closer, Hermione," Draco said huskily against her ear. She did so, closing the small distance between Harry and herself. Then she felt Draco's dragon-leather clad foot between her bare feet and he gently nudged one ankle to the side. "Widen your stance."
She did as he directed, the shift in stance causing the head of the enchanted cock to press against the soft swell of Harry's arse. Draco pumped his hand along the cock slowly and Harry and Hermione moaned in tandem at the sensation it evoked. The hand on her hip guided her to angle her body as the firm grip of the wizard's other hand angled the cock to press against Harry's entrance. Draco continued to pump the cock as Hermione strived to focus on the exact details of his actions, rather than the sensations that threatened to overwhelm her. She realised then, that her husband was not only stroking the cock, but also shifting it in slow circles as he did so in order to tease Harry's sensitive arsehole.
"Please," Harry whined. "I want-"
The hand at Hermione's hip tightened – Draco's fingers digging into the skin around the leather straps – as he bucked his own hips forward, causing her body to do the same. The tip of the cock slipped into Harry's entrance and both she and her husband groaned in unison.
"More, please," Harry begged. "Please, fuck me."
Draco moved again, his pelvis pressed against her rear as he guided her through measured thrusts. Hermione's eyes grew wide and her lips parted as her enchanted cock sunk further into her husband inch by marvellous inch. Her hips were thrust forward a final time, burying her length inside him entirely before Draco stilled, holding her firmly in place.
Draco released his hold on Hermione, backing away from her body. She and Harry remained unmoving for a long moment, nothing but the sound of their panted breaths and her rapidly beating heart met her ears.
"Hermione," Harry moaned as he pressed his body back against hers.
She groaned, the sensations pulsing through her body only intensified by the sudden, overwhelming rush of power she felt. Her husband before her on all fours, begging her to move, to pleasure him in ways unknown to her until this moment.
Bracing one hand upon his lower back she slowly pulled her hips back, savouring the feel of his body as it tightly gripped the girth of her prosthetic cock. Then, before he had the chance to plead once more, she snapped her pelvis forward, burying herself once again in his tight heat.
"Fu-" Harry exclaimed. She pulled back once more and began to move her hips in somewhat languid, yet rhythmic thrusts.
"Do you like the way our wife's cock feels as it fucks your tight little arse, Potter?"
"Yes," Harry moaned. "Gods, yes!"
Draco leant in, sweeping a lock of her wild curls behind her ear before he whispered by her ear, "Spank him, now."
Hermione did as he directed. Without pausing her thrusts, she lifted her free hand up and brought the flat of her palm down against the swell of one cheek in a stinging blow. A whimper fell from Hermione's lips and the thrusting of her hips stuttered as Harry clenched down around her cock. She braced herself before striking him again and heard the deep moan from Harry as he tightened once more.
The distinct sound of Draco's belt unfastening pulled her attention momentarily away from Harry's tight arse. She looked to the side to find Draco stripping himself of the last of his clothing, his erection hard and already glistening with the evidence of his own arousal. Hermione watched as he rounded the bed, his long, toned limbs moving with such graceful ease as he climbed atop the mattress and positioned himself on his knees before Harry.
Draco fisted his own cock, pumping slowly as his free hand lifted to comb through Harry's unruly black hair. "Would you like me to fuck your mouth as our wife fucks your arse?"
She heard Harry's sharp inhale of breath, felt the way he tightened once more around the cock that was buried deep inside him. She knew his answer before it fell from his lips on a breath. "Yes."
"Yes, what?" Draco demanded, the fingers in his hair tightening.
"Yes Sir," Harry replied swiftly. "Please."
The corner of Draco's lip curled upward. "Good boy. Now, open your mouth and let me put it to use."
Unable to see Harry take Draco into his mouth from her current vantage, Hermione's gaze landed instead upon Draco's face. She saw the rigid tension he always carried ease from his features as his eyes fluttered closed and his head lolled back.
"Hermione," he groaned.
Transfixed as she had been by the sight of her husbands, she startled at the sound of her name. "Y-yes?"
"Move," said Draco.
Hermione had no need to seek clarification. She pulled her hips back before snapping them forward once more. The abrupt action caused Harry to rock forward on his hands and knees – Draco's cock plunging into Harry's throat – causing all three to moan in unison at their mutual pleasure.
She lost herself then, to the feel of Harry around her as she thrust into him, all the while her eyes locked on Draco's face – his normally stoic mask having fallen and given way to expressions of pleasure. Time slipped from her awareness as she became all consumed by her senses. The feel of Harry's tight arse gripping her enchanted cock. The sound of their bodies as they slapped against one another rhythmically, the moans and grunts that fell from their lips. The exquisite sight of her husbands before her in the thralls of their passion.
Then, she watched as the blissful ease of Draco's features sharpened. His brow creased and jaw tightened. His fist tightened in Harry's hair, holding him in place as he pulled his hips back.
"Enough," he announced hoarsely as his cock slipped from Harry's mouth with an audible pop.
A low whimper escaped Harry, one she recognised as a protest. Yet he had no chance to vocalise his displeasure further as Draco's hand slipped from his hair, down his neck and coming to rest between his shoulder blades. Fingers splayed wide, he pressed down firmly against Harry's back, pushing his chest down onto the mattress.
"Oh!" Hermione gasped.
The newly inclined position of Harry's back allowed her to sink further into his body. The feel of the magical cock enveloped wholly in her husband's tight arse reverberated through her body, the tension low in her belly coiling ever tighter. She pulled her hips back slowly – savouring the the sound of Harry's hoarse moan – before she thrust forward and pounded into him with renewed vigour.
Feeling the telltale signs of her own orgasm's approach, Hermione's thrusts grew erratic. Her thighs – unaccustomed to this particular form of strenuous activity – began to cramp.
"You're doing so well, love," Draco praised, evidently having noticed her discomfort. "He's so close. Look at the way his skin is flushed, the way he quivers beneath your touch."
He was right, Harry was close. So close. She could give this to him. She would give this to him. Reaching forward with both hands she took a firm hold of her husband's hips and pulled his body forcefully back against hers with each powerful thrust.
"Oh! I'm-" Harry cried out before releasing a low guttural moan as he came against the mattress.
She stilled for a moment, one hand gently caressing Harry's hip before she pulled back, the enchanted cock slipping from his body. Staggering forward on unstable legs, she turned and collapsed back atop the mattress by Harry's side. He shifted then to lay on his side, his palm resting against her abdomen as he placed a soft kiss to her temple.
"Our wife is yet to be satisfied, Potter," Draco announced.
Harry's lip lifted in a lopsided grin. "Well, Malfoy, that simply won't do."
Draco's hand caressed a path up her tender thigh, his thumb brushing the leather of the strap-on at her hip before trailing back down to her knee. She felt the mattress dip as he knelt between her thighs. She turned her gaze from Harry to meet his grey eyes as he lifted her leg and shifted it to rest against his chest. Her eyes travelled down his toned torso to find him slowly pumping his own length. His head was swollen and glistening with his own pre-come. She was not the only one yet to find her release, it seemed.
Just as she thought to beg for his touch, Draco sank into her with one swift motion and her mouth fell open in a silent scream. She was already so close to her undoing, the wondrous stretch as he filled her caused her eyes to roll back as she lost herself to the sensation. He was neither slow, nor gentle - pounding into her at an unrelenting pace as they raced to the precipice of ecstasy.
"Potter," he grunted. "Take her cock in your hand."
She felt Harry's firm grip tighten around the girth of the enchanted prosthetic and she cried out, the combined sensations overwhelming. Her limbs shook as the tight coil low in her belly snapped and her orgasm surged forth. As she rode the blissful wave she felt Draco's hips snap forward a final time, burying himself deep within her core as he came and flooded her centre with warmth.
Fatigue took hold and her eyes fluttered closed. She felt Draco slip from her body – a soft moan falling from her lips as he did so – and he collapsed to her side opposite Harry. As her husbands entwined their hands atop the soft swell of her stomach and each placed a gentle kiss to the crown of her head, she allowed sleep to claim her.