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Draco Malfoy watched as his wife wrapped an obscenely massive bow around her back and chest. The bow was to hold her breasts together, easy for unravelling. He watched as she put on the red lace thong, the narrow fabric barely covering her front, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Hermione Granger, his magnificent, breathtaking wife was Pansy's present this Christmas. Pansy, being into both witches and wizards, had asked excessively (especially when drunk) if she could have a taste of Hermione before she married Neville Longbottom. Neville didn't bat an eye at her request, proving he was, indeed, the right wizard for a witch like Pansy.
Draco's possessiveness of his wife enveloped him as he stood from the bed, draping his outer robes over Hermione's shoulders from behind her. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he took the opportunity to suck on her neck, inhaling her scent. She was delectable. He was ready to back out of their plans and unwrap her, himself.
He rotated his signet ring around, having the ‘M’ face the inside of his fingers. He trailed his palm over her stomach, leading down to her cunt.
“No matter what happens, this…” his fingers trailed over her knickers. Hermione arched her back against him. He whispered a low spell, causing his ring to vibrate. He put his ring right against her center and she moaned loudly. “This is all mine.” He sucked and bit her neck before releasing her, leaving her breathless.
The Floo’s green flames dissolved, allowing Hermione and Draco to step through the fireplace to their destination. Hermione wore Draco’s robes, tugging them closer to her body.
“Pansy, your present is here,” Neville called, standing up from the sofa and wiggling his eyebrows. Hermione's face flushed at his words. Neville walked to greet them, then bent down to block the Floo for the evening.
Pansy stepped into the room, grinning like a child on Christmas morning. She wore an emerald green camisole that barely grazed her thighs. It wasn't anything Draco hadn't seen before. She levitated three glasses of Firewhiskey behind her, motioning for Draco and Hermione to sit down.
Hermione took her drink, inhaling all of it in one go. She relaxed on the sofa, leaning back into the cushions. Draco sat on her right, while Pansy sat down on her left. Pansy brushed Hermione's hair behind her ear, and Hermione turned to face her.
“Are you sure about this?” Pansy stared at Hermione's lips. Hermione didn't respond, just moved her hand to Pansy's face to pull her in for a kiss. Pansy deepened the kiss, pulling Hermione closer. Pansy nipped Hermione's lip, causing a moan to escape through the kiss.
Watching them, Draco could feel his cock start to harden at the sight. Did he have fantasies about this? Of course he did, he didn't know a wizard that didn't. This was a gift to him, as well. Watching them would satisfy him.
Pansy released Hermione from their kiss, moving her hands along the robes, opening them slightly. Hermione stood, removing the robes from her shoulders to reveal her nearly naked body. Pansy's pupils dilated, causing Draco to smirk. His witch was always full of surprises.
Hermione sat back down on the sofa between Pansy and Draco. Pansy smiled, looking her over, and pulled Hermione into another heated kiss. Hermione responded, pulling the witch in closer to her.
Draco could see how excited Hermione was as Pansy began her descent down Hermione's neck. She kissed across Hermione’s chest until she reached the bow, tied in the centre of her sternum. Pansy's eyes were on Hermione, who bit her lip in anticipation.
Pansy bit on the end of the ribbon, pulling her head back to untie Hermione's handy work. Hermione gasped as the cold air pebbled her nipples and sent shivers over her skin. The bow vanished as Pansy stared at Hermione's rounded, plump breasts. Pansy's hand cupped the left breast as she began playing with the nipple. Hermione arched into her touch, a quiet moan escaping her lips. Draco's cock was now straining tightly in his trousers, and this wasn't even the main event Pansy had asked for. He rubbed his hand over his massive bulge, not sure how long he'd last before he would need to grip himself. Pansy caught the act. Neville was standing across the room, watching them all as well. His own cock was straining in his trousers from how hard he had become.
“Why don't you take her other one?” Pansy said to Draco, motioning with her eyes to Hermione's breasts. Pansy placed her mouth on the breast she was already playing with. She sucked and nibbled, causing shivers to run down Hermione’s spine with arousal. Hermione could feel the wetness forming on the gusset of her knickers, soon to soak through to the sofa.
Draco took Hermione's other breast into his hand, keeping a watchful eye on his witch. Hermione bit her lip, probably trying hard not to moan from the contact of Pansy’s mouth, tongue swirling around her. He loved when she was loud, so Draco moved his hand to her mouth, tugging on her lip so she would stop biting it. He placed a quick kiss on her lips before his hand was back to kneading her breast, just how she liked. Hermione moaned, louder this time.
“She's so responsive,” Pansy let go of her nipple with a ‘pop’ sound, before trailing her kisses down Hermione's stomach.
Pansy inhaled deeply when she reached Hermione's knickers. “I love my present,” she sighed, speaking to no one in particular. Pansy watched as Hermione's breathing became ragged. She licked the little scrap of fabric causing Hermione’s hips to buck.
Draco watched Pansy unravel the rest of her present, as she took the string of the knickers with her teeth and moved it down Hermione's legs. He could feel Hermione's breath become uneasy next to him as he cupped himself. He needed the friction, but needed a way to release the pressure of his trousers against him.
“Oh, honey, you're glistening for me.” Pansy smirked, lightly moving her fingers across Hermione's folds. Hermione's hips bucked again at the touch.
Draco was done for – his witch was so wet for Pansy. He moved his hand to his zipper but was stopped by a massive hand. Draco looked up at Neville who was hovering over him, his own large bulge on display. Neville moved the zipper down, watching for Draco's response. Draco nodded, allowing Neville to move his trousers and his pants down, releasing his massive cock, precum glistening at the tip. Having only experimented with Theo once, Draco wasn't sure how much he would enjoy this. Neville rubbed his thumb over the tip before stroking Draco's cock all the way down. Draco's head fell backward on the sofa as he moaned in pleasure. Both Draco's hands shot up to the behind him to the edge of the couch, he felt as though he was no longer in control of his body. His pleasure taking over his senses.
Meanwhile, Pansy was leering at Hermione's entrance. “Are you as golden as he says you are?” Pansy licked her lips, nodding to Draco, watching Hermione as if she was prey.
“Please,” was the only word Hermione had spoken the whole night. Pansy didn't need another word, as she kissed Hermione's centre. Hermione squirmed from the contact, opening her legs wider.
Pansy dragged her tongue along Hermione's folds, lapping at her. Pansy tongue licked Hermione's clit before she sucked on it. Hermione moaned, closing her eyes. Hermione grabbed a hold of Pansy's hair.
Neville lowered himself, his face level with Draco's cock. He licked Draco's balls, causing him to tremble slightly. Neville licked the underside of Draco's cock from his shaft to the tip. Draco moaned and looked over at Hermione. He leaned over to kiss her cheek, seeing that she was in a blissful state while Pansy lapped at her. Draco's hips jumped as Neville took his cock in his mouth. Draco moved his hand to Neville’s hair, fingers running through the dark strands, as the wizard in front of him took Draco's full length in his mouth. Neville hollowed out his cheeks and began taking Draco's cock with full vulgarity.
The room was full of Draco’s and Hermione’s moans from being lapped at and sucked off.
Neville released Draco with a ‘pop’, spreading his saliva over Draco's cock. Neville vanished his own trousers, and stoked himself with the same wet hand. Draco watched as the wizard gripped himself, his own cock matching in length, though a bit thicker in girth. Draco licked his lips, watching the man stroke himself and release a moan.
Hermione was whimpering as Pansy inserted three fingers into Hermione's cunt, still sucking on her bud. Both wizards watched as Pansy brought Hermione to an orgasm with her tongue dancing between Hermione's folds. Everyone moaned as they watched, gripping themselves and stroking roughly.
Pansy licked up all the juices that flowed out as Hermione came. She kissed her centre, before standing up. She eyed the two men who had lost their trousers and smirked. She walked over to her fiance, kissing him. Her hands traveled to his cock, stroking him twice before breaking their kiss. Pansy kneeled down, licking the slit of Neville’s cock. He watched her intensely. Pansy stood and gave him a knowing smirk before facing Hermione.
“Hermione, be a dear and come sit on my face. I know you want your husband's cock. I think he's ready for you,” she smirked. Draco didn't move, still gripping himself. Yes, he wanted Hermione, and he wanted to fuck her. Maybe not here, maybe in their own bed.
“Pansy,” Hermione was barely able to stand, wobbling on her legs. Pansy kissed her, moving her hands over her arse and squeezing.
“I'm not done with you yet. I need more of that cunt of yours,” she slapped Hermione's arse, making Hermione chuckle.
Neville grabbed his wand, extending the sofa into a large bed, easily fitting the four of them. He moved as the others did. Hermione was now kneeling off to the side of Draco, her face at Draco's cock. She smirked at him, before taking him into her small hand. He let his hand go, allowing her to take full control.
Pansy shimmed under Hermione, spreading her knees. She licked Hermione from the bottom of her cunt to her clit. Hermione moaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she gripped Draco tighter. Draco moaned at the grip, and Hermione leaned forward to take him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his length. Pansy slapped Hermione's arse again, making her squirm.
Neville crawled forward on the makeshift bed, spitting on his hand and leaning down to cup Draco's balls.
“Fuck,” Draco’s hips bucked, going deeper in Hermione's mouth as she groaned, vibrations driving him mad. Neville leaned down and moved Draco’s legs wide open to kneel between them, bringing up spit in his mouth and licking Draco's hole. He filled Draco's hole with his saliva and began to finger the entrance. Draco's hand gripped Hermione's hair as he moaned, head falling back on the bed. He didn’t know if anything could get better than this.
Pansy tongue was twirling around Hermione’s cunt, licking and sucking. She inserted one finger this time, wanting to draw out Hermione's orgasm to the fullest extent. She curled her finger inside Hermione before replacing it with her tongue. She continued this as Hermione took all of Draco in his mouth.
“I'm going to fuck you now, Draco.” Neville leaned back on his knees, grabbing his wand from the edge of the bed, casting a lubrication charm. “And you’re going to take all of it. All of me.”
Neville moved on his knees to align himself with Draco's entrance, gripping his hardened, red cock that was straining for release. Draco's eyes snapped to the scene in front of him as Neville moved his cock into Draco, his wife still sucking him off. Both men moaned louder than they have before as Draco relaxed. Neville waited a moment, giving Draco time to adjust to him.
Hermione bobbed her head up and down his shaft, hollowing out her cheeks, taking as much of him as he could. Hermione ground her hips as Pansy fingered her with two fingers now. Hermione needed more, wanted more. She wanted someone to fill her up; she was aching to be fucked into oblivion. Pansy released her grip on Hermione for a split moment and Hermione took the opportunity. She released Draco from her mouth and moved to straddle him. Draco moaned as Hermione climbed on top of him. Neville froze, he motioned for them to move back, so Draco was fully lying on his back. They moved down the bed, Neville never exiting Draco.
Hermione lowered herself onto Draco's cock, a cry of ecstasy releasing from them both as he bottomed out inside her. Hermione took a moment to adjust to his size before she moved her hips. She drew herself up, moving to the point where only his tip of Draco’s cock was in her folds. Hermione roughly moved her hips back down, her cunt tightening around his cock. Draco grabbed her hips to move her again.
Neville took the second to thrust his hips forward, his cock hitting deep.
“Oh fuck,” Draco cried out as they both worked him. Sex with Hermione was amazing, but this? The spot that Neville’s cock was hitting was a new level of need. Neville bottomed out inside of him, before moving his hips again. The speed was relentless, he was chasing his own orgasm.
Pansy watched, as her slick fingers quickly circled her centre. She brought her fingers to her mouths, licking them. She moved them back to her clit, needing to be touched.
Hermione leaned on Draco's chest, bouncing on his cock from the rhythm that Neville set. Hermione looked over at Pansy, motioning for to move closer. Pansy did as she was told, but she moved and kneeled over Draco's face, tits bouncing in front of him. He watched as his wife leaned forward to lick Pansy's cunt, who cried out in delight.
This. This was the hottest thing he’s ever seen. This would be in his memory for years to come.
Neville's movement became ragged inside Draco, making Draco's hips move as well.
“Fuck, I'm comi–” Neville shouted as his hips moved at an impossible speed, chasing the orgasm that took over him after a few thrusts. Draco could feel his cock twitching inside him as he was filled with Neville's hot seed.
Draco took control, thrusting up rapidly inside of Hermione. She moaned and released Pansy. As Neville moved his cock out of Draco, Hermione leaned up, placing her hands on his chest for balance. She took Draco even deeper as his movements became punishable. Draco caught Pansy's movement as she turned, pulling Hermione in a searing kiss and placing her thumb on her clit.
Draco jerked his hips a few more times before he came inside his wife. Hermione cried out as he filled her up. Pansy kissed her hard, capturing the moan and biting Hermione's lip. Hermione was shaking on top of Draco's cock, he knew she reached her peak, as well.
Pansy released her, stroking Hermione's sweat drenched hair away from her face.
“Having you come three times, Hermione, was the best present.” Pansy said, gently tracing Hermione’s arm and then her nipples. Hermione chuckled at her comment as she shivered from the touch. Neville stokes Pansy's arm, pulling her into a seething kiss.
Draco wasn't sure if Pansy was the one who’d received the Christmas present, or if it was him.