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Hermione was tired, so tired, they’d given her a veritable treasure trove of objects from the latest raid on some former death eater hideout. And since no one knew what anything actually did, here she was, late on a Friday night, falling asleep at her desk, expected to go through everything by Monday, even though that was physically impossible. Becoming an Unspeakable for the most part had been a decent choice for her, but sometimes, oh sometimes, she wished she’d done something easier. She could be home right now, curled up asleep with Crookshanks tucked behind her knees, purring, but no. She set her forehead on her desk and sighed loudly. She needed a pot of tea, an actual meal, and a quick twenty minute nap and then maybe she could actually face all the work she had to do, but all the tea shops were closed and someone had stolen her desk kettle again and if she found out who it was she was going to kill them, she was absolutely sick of late night takeout, and her desk was about as comfortable as one would expect a desk, which was not very. If only she could go home.
She sat up, looking around. She could go home and just bring her work with her. It wasn’t strictly against protocol and honestly if she had any hope of getting things done and keeping her sanity, it was the only thing she could do. She flicked her wand, shirking all the boxes she had stacked around her office along with the myriad of paperwork, waved them into her pocket, and set off for the atrium so she could floo home.
She sighed when she kicked off her heels next to her fireplace, banishing the ash from her robes before throwing them off and sending them to her laundry hamper. She took out all the boxes, enlarged them to their true size around the living room, and then set off to the kitchen. She had some left overs of the dinner she’d made two nights before that would heat up well and she could make that desperately needed pot of tea. Once she’d eaten and gotten some caffeine in her, the couch would be a lovely place to nap for twenty minutes and by the time she got up the caffeine would work its magic. Crookshanks greeted her by rubbing her legs and purring loudly. She shook her head at the orange tabby and cast to fill up his food bowl and he trotted off half a second later. She loved him but she was sure his loyalty was actually to the food and the second she stopped providing that she might just be lower than scum to him. Though he did love pets and purred when he saw her even after being fed, so maybe not.
She set to executing her plans, eating her dinner, drinking her tea, and laying down on the couch with a sigh. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but it would certainly do. She turned her wand alarm on for twenty minutes later, and drifted to sleep almost instantly.
Her wand going off startled her out of sleep and she almost landed on her ass on the floor, just barely managing to stay on the couch. She couldn’t quite remember what century it was, let alone what she should be doing. Twenty minute naps, especially after a dose of caffeine, usually were short enough that she didn’t wake up groggy, but she had to have been more tired than she thought. She felt like it’d been an age since she’d fallen asleep, not less than an hour. She must have slipped straight into deep sleep. She rubbed her face with her hands, debating on just going back to sleep and saving everything until morning, but there was just too much work. She groaned to herself, but pushed herself up off the couch and walked a few quick laps around her apartment to get her blood going before sitting down in front of the first box and opening it up.
Most of the things she pulled out were actually benign. They sent everything to the Unspeakables just in case something wasn’t all it appeared to be, but by and large that just made her work more time consuming, having to run through every single diagnostic test before she could actually discard it for junk took more time than actually finding a dark object, even with all the paperwork that entailed. She yawned as she pulled something from the box, almost at the end of this first one at least, when she felt a slight tingle race up her arm. She stared at it, a little stone statue that looked vaguely Greek, or maybe Roman, art wasn’t exactly her forte, but she could make out that it was a woman in flowing robes. And it was most assuredly magic.
And she had just touched it with her bare hands. Fuck. She knew better, but she was just so tired and not thinking straight that she hadn’t thought anything of it.
She quickly cast on the little statue, trying to find out if she was about to die and should she floo herself to St. Mungos before it became too advanced, but nothing seemed to be setting in, thankfully. None of her lethal spell diagnostics came back positive, none of the maiming spells either, nothing of any true consequence seemed to be attached to this statue, and yet she knew it did something. Nothing just expended magic like that and didn’t actually do anything. So she kept casting, running down the list of possibilities until she finally got desperate enough to check if the thing hadn’t been spelled with some love potion. Usually things in Death Eater hideouts were most based on torture and suffering, not making a crush fall in love with you unwillingly, but weirder things had happened. Perhaps they had taken it from one of their victims, who knew? The spell came back glowing faintly pink. Not a positive, but not a negative either. Well what in the world did that mean?
She fanned herself, starting to feel a bit hot. She normally kept her apartment on the cool side to save energy, but maybe one of her downstairs neighbors had the temperature up high and she was just feeling the effects of that. She shrugged out of her work top and sat in her bra. It wasn’t as if there was anyone else in her apartment besides Crookshanks for it to matter. She stood up and shucked out of her pants too. In for a penny, she supposed. And she had to get up to get her reference books anyway. She needed to know what in the world faintly pink meant. If she could figure out who this statue was of that might help with the interpretation too.
She walked to her bookshelf and pulled out a veritable stack of books, almost toppling over before she went back to her couch and sat down. Hermione flipped through all of the books slowly, skimming quickly over everything before turning page after page, but nothing was really keying in on just what she’d seen. She picked up the little statue again and again there was a tingle up her arm and she shivered, heat in the room ratcheting up another degree. What in the world was this thing. She huffed and set it back down. She was only about halfway through her books. Surely one of the others must have something.
Halfway through the next book came the creeping awareness of her body. She was hot, yes, but in a completely different way than before. There was a growing slickness between her thighs and she was more turned on than she’d been in months. When had the last time she’d gotten herself off been? Three weeks ago maybe? Good Godric, she needed to make some time with herself after this cluster of objects was catalogued. She would definitely deserve it. Maybe something about the shivering every time she picked up the statue was setting off something inside of her and reminding her just how long it had been.
On the second to last book she found something that might be promising, something about an Etruscan goddess, but she needed to check the bottom of the statue to see if there was anything carved. She turned the statue over so she could look at the feet, the shiver wracking her entire body this time for more than a few seconds. Merlin, was someone trying to boil her alive? Just because she lived on the top floor didn’t mean that she wanted it this hot in her apartment, thank you very much. There weren’t any markings to give her a hint one way or another on if the statue was what was pictured. She sighed. Other than bearing a striking resemblance to the goddess Turan, there was no way to connect the statue conclusively yet. She did bookmark the page though, before she went on.
The last ten pages of her final book gave her something else, another diagnostic spell that had to do with fertility rituals. Sometimes objects that had been used in such rituals would have a faint pink glow under normal diagnostic spells, acting like a pseudo-love potion for all magical intents and purposes. The new spell could tell if that was what was causing the pink glow or if it was some other cause. She cast, once, twice, and then three times, making sure she was following the instructions perfectly, but nothing happened. The statue just sat there on her table, waiting. She picked it up again, maybe that would help? Before casting again and this time, it lit up bright gold as the spell said it would if the results were positive. Well then. The statue has been used in a fertility ritual who knew how long ago. She doubled over this time with the power of the magic coming off the thing. Fertility rituals on the whole weren’t dangerous magic, so long as you knew what was going on. Hermione certainly hadn’t, but she was a bright witch, figuring something out would be easy enough, even if it was just a weekend of getting herself off until the effects waned. She wouldn’t really be angry about that, really. She needed a bit of relaxation.
She read a bit more just to confirm her suspicions. Everything was on the up and up, compulsion for sex, aprhodisac effect, would fade with either time or number orgasms depending on the ritual. Nothing really to worry about. From a death eater’s stash it could have been much worse. Perhaps she’d be a bit better off if she had a partner to spend her time with, but beggars couldn’t be choosers and it wasn’t like a witch had caught her eye in ages. She set the little statue aside again and stretched. She was a bit hot, a bit restless, but the effects of the spell weren’t too great. She could probably keep working for a while yet so she picked back up the book that she’d found Turan in and set to reading. She was the Etruscan goddess of fertility, love and vitality which didn’t sound like a bad combination of things, really. She could use a goddess of love in her life to bring her a match so she wouldn’t have to go out looking in her very scarce free time. She doubted a statue bespelled in the aftermath of a ritual could do such a thing though. Ah well. Time to plow on into some of the rest of the boxes.
She spent probably another hour before every single movement sent a jolt through her clit. Hermione squirmed on her couch cushion. She was going to have to get herself off before she could think about continuing. As it was she was tired and distracted, she didn’t need to add horny to the mix. Tired and distracted was already enough to land her in this situation anyway. She stood. She’d take a shower, get herself off, and then come back out to her duties. It sounded like a nice break anyway.
She made it to the doorway of her bedroom before she heard the woosh of her floo. Hermione turned around, wand held out, ready to hex whoever she saw. It was the middle of the night. No one should be in her apartment besides her.
“Hermione?” Andy called, voice a bit strained.
Hermione crept forward. She didn’t like the strain in Andy’s voice. Had she come to her apartment under duress from someone else? She wouldn’t know until she peeked around the corner. She inched forward, not making a sound, instincts honed in the war still active as ever in the back of her mind.
But no. Her look around the corner had shown her only Andy standing there, shifting from foot to foot uncharacteristically. She stepped around the corner, wand no longer raised but still gripped in her hand just in case.
“Andy?” She asked, looking the woman over. She was flushed and looked about as hot as Hermione felt. Her eyes widened as she remembered she was only in her bra and panties. Well Merlin’s saggy underpants. At least it wasn’t anything Andy hadn’t seen before being a woman and all that, but still not exactly the most un-embarrassing situation she’d ever been in.
“Oh good, you’re home,” Andy said, breath leaving her in a rush. “I thought maybe you were still at work when you didn’t answer right away and that was going to be rather awkward.”
“How so?”
“Well, I was asleep as of perhaps twenty minutes ago, having a series of...interesting dreams of the two of us, and I woke up with a deep abiding need to find you and also, well.” She gestured at the front of her sleep pants which seemed to be tented more than normal. Hermione blinked for a moment before her brain understood what her eyes were seeing.
“Do you have an erection?”
“Seems to be the case. I certainly didn’t go to bed with this equipment, but upon waking, there it was, ready and, uh, raring to go as it were.”
Hermione was stopped from saying anything else, not that she really had anything intelligent to say to that, when a knock sounded at the door. She glanced at Andy, wondering if she knew what it was about, but the older witch just shrugged. Well then. Wasn’t this turning into an interesting night.
She walked over to her door and looked through the peephole to find Narcissa Black of all people on the other side, looking both haughty and distressed at once. Hermione could see an arm of another person, but no more than that, standing beside the blonde. Whoever it was with her was comfortable with the youngest Black sister though, reaching over and stroking her arm in a comforting manner and Narcissa didn’t flinch at all at the touch. Just who was that second person. No real way to find out but to open the door.
She undid the deadbolt and the two different chains on her door and opened it, peeking around the wood, hoping that obscured most of her state of undress. “Miss Black?” She asked, finally meeting Narcissa’s eyes.
“Miss Granger. I believe we have some talking to do. I’ve heard through a few contacts that were tasked with assessing the danger of a group of artifacts from an old death eater hideout.”
Hermione nodded. “I’ve just been going through it, yes, but who told you that? It’s top secret clearance.”
Anathema Zabini of all people stepped into her view, smirk on full display. She’d been one of the top Unspeakables for years, mostly undercover. Hermione only knew about her because she was, well, Hermione Granger and her status as a war hero got her information that she otherwise wouldn’t have access to. “I was one of the sources of course, my bella mia and I found ourselves in quite the pickle, Miss Granger and I think perhaps you might just be right in the middle of it, yes?”
Hermione stepped back and gestured for the two women to come in. No use in them lingering in the hall anymore. She had muggle neighbors who certainly didn’t need to hear what they were talking about. The second the door was shut and locked behind them, she felt hungry eyes on her. She turned to find both Anathema and Narcissa taking in her half naked form with darkened eyes. Oh Godric, that tableau was just too much. She felt her knees go a little weak and her heart started to beat double time.
“What are you both doing here?” Andy asked, walking forward, slipping past the other witches until she was protectively around Hermione’s side.
Anathema looked at Andy then at Narcissa, then to Hermione. She cocked a finely sculpted eyebrow at the younger witch. “Just how many times did you pick up the statue, cara?”
Hermione blinked for a moment. “You know about the statue?”
“Of course. I heard many a rumor about it, though I wasn’t sure it was in this collection until just now.”
“Um,” she said, thinking back, “I think four times.”
“It seems we are one short then.”
“What in the world are you talking about, Anathema?” Andy asked, taking half a step forward.
“Death eaters bragged once about having a statue that, when picked up by a woman, would draw compatible men to them and compel them to have sex. My understanding was that naturally this compulsion was strong, but not irresistible, and only pulled people who were love matches, but of course those pompous idiots twisted it with dark magic wards around whatever area the statue was being used that made sure it was an irresistible compulsion and that it would only choose from the men that were in the room. Hermione it seems has picked up that statue four times, which should bring four people to her, all potential love matches, all compelled to want to make love to her, with the ultimate goal of impregnating her.”
“The statue is of an Etruscan fertility goddess, Turan,” Hermione chimed in, unsure if she was being helpful or not, but unable to keep that fact to herself.
“So that’s why we have…” Andy gestured at herself.
“Yes, that would indeed be why we have cocks, tesora.” Anathema really didn’t seem all that phased by this, which Hermione had no idea how. She was leaning on the door and Andy for support, head reeling. Love matches? Making love? Pregnancy? Oh she was going to faint.
“Of course it is easy enough to prevent said pregnancy, a potion will do for contraception,” Narcissa said, quietly, seeming to read Hermione’s mind. “Lucius...informed me of such.” Her lips curled into an impressive sneer.
“I, um, don’t have one. Since I’m only interested in witches I usually don’t need to worry and I haven’t dated anyone trans in an age.” And everywhere was closed to go buy one right now, the wizarding world hadn’t really cottoned on to twenty four hour apothecaries yet.
Anathema produced one in a flourish. “I came prepared, don’t worry cara.”
Hermione took it, uncorked it, and chugged it down, just in case. “But if we didn’t want to sleep together, we wouldn’t have to right?” She was dripping just thinking about it, but besides Andy she knew of everyone, but didn’t actually know them.
“No, no, it’s entirely voluntary. The compulsion is strong, but it is meant to be a happy thing, I think.” Her Italian accent somehow made the words more comforting.
There was the pop of apparition in the middle of her living room. Hermione jumped, wand up again. No one besides her should be able to do that. Everyone in the room turned to see just who had appeared in their midst, and there, standing in her habitual black corset and skirts, was Bellatrix Black, healthier than Hermione had ever seen her, looking just as cocky as ever.
“Someone touched the statue, didn’t you, pet?” Bellatrix asked, looking directly at Hermione.
“Why do you think it was me?” Hermione squeaked.
Bellatrix looked at both of her sisters and then Anathema. She arched an eyebrow and looked at Hermione as if she was a bit slow. “Well, two of the people here are my sisters and I’m rather sure that they wouldn’t have the statue summon me as a potential love and father of their child. Then it’s rather obvious that this isn’t where Anathema lives.” Her eyes flicked down her body and lingered on the juncture of her thighs. “Not to mention the fact that you’re the only one without a dick and well, you’re you pet. You would be the Gffyindor fool who touched some unknown magical object without gloves.”
“It was an accident! I’ve been overworked.” She looked around at all the boxes. Godric, there was still so much more work to do and as much adrenaline as was pumping through her looking at Bellatrix, she still felt the weight of her exhaustion on her shoulders, waiting in the wings for the crash.
“Doesn’t change the facts.” She licked her lips. “Now. We aren’t getting any younger, so we might as well start, hmm?”
“Who said that you were in charge,” Narcissa snarked.
“No one, but if you used your pretty little head ‘cissa, dearest, it would be obvious it’s me. There are four dicks and only three holes. Someone has to direct traffic, and we all know that you’re not the one who wears the pants in your relationship.” Bellatrix waved her hand and the thin golden necklace that draped towards her decolletage gracefully transfigured in an instant to a supple leather collar with a silver inlay on the front. Hermione squinted a bit and the letters A.Z. were finely engraved in script with inset diamonds and emeralds sparkling in the light. Narcissa’s hands came up involuntarily to feel at the collar suddenly being there and on her wrists were matching leather cuffs, the left one had a charm with an A on it and the other with a Z. And Anathema was standing behind Narcissa with a proud smirk plastered on her face. Oh Merlin, that made Hermione’s knees tremble.
“And I’m fairly sure that if your dear sweet lover maintains control over you, she doesn’t much care what else goes on, am I right?” Bellatrix’s eyes landed on an amused Anathema.
“Not wrong, dolcezza. I am fine with following your direction otherwise.”
Bellatrix’s look shifted to hungry and she stepped forward, stalking around the couch like a jaguar on the prowl. She stopped in front of Anathema and looked at her, just the barest hint of a request for permission on her face. The Italian witch granted it, amused grin never leaving her face as Bellatrix reached up and cupped her dark brown cheek and pulled her down just enough that their lips could meet.
“Fuck,” Hermione whimpered, feeling the wetness between her legs increase ten fold watching them kiss. There was a bit of a struggle, Anathema not seceding power immediately, an almost violent clash of teeth and grasping hands and a show that if Anathema did indeed want to, she could easily put up a fight and may even win. But after a few moments Anathema pulled back, letting Bellatrix push her up against the wall and kiss her long and hard. Hermione watched Bellatrix grind against the taller woman, groaning loud enough in the back of her throat that Hermione could hear it clearly. She had to be dreaming. There was no way that this was real.
Bellatrix pulled back finally, looking up at Anathema with a wicked grin. “If I had known you could kiss like that I wouldn’t have let you go to my little sister.”
“Who said you had a choice?” Anathema arched an eyebrow, running a finger along Bellatrix’s lip, wiping away already smudged lipstick.
“Fair enough point. Perhaps sharing could have been caring then.”
“It still could be, hmm?”
Narcissa pouted at that, almost stooping to the level of crossing her arms in front of her chest, Hermione saw her arms move to do so, but she pulled back at the last moment. Instead she just looked put out entirely. She didn’t want to share. But clearly she wasn’t the one being asked.
Bellatrix turned around and the blonde wasn’t fast enough to hide her expression. The curly haired witch looked over her shoulder with a questioning eyebrow. Anathema licked her lips, looking absolutely predatory and she nodded. Bellatrix smiled back, hand lashing out and grabbed Narcissa’s wrist without even looking, tugging the blonde until she was sandwiched with her back against Anathema’s front and Bellatrix pressing against her from the other side.
“Oh,” Narcissa breathed out, not expecting the move in the slightest.
Anathema lowered her mouth to Narcissa’s neck and started to nibble lightly. “You should be a good girl, bella mia, don’t you think?” she asked Narcissa, mumbling against the skin of her neck.
Hermione had no idea what was about to happen next, but she had the suspicion that it was going to put her flat on her ass in shock. Should she leave? Did she even want to? What exactly did one do when the woman who’d once upon a time carved a slur in her arm showed up as a possible love match at the behest of a statue of an ancient goddess of love and fertility with a magic cock, ready to fuck her, and apparently everyone else who’d come to her...aid was probably about as close a word as she was going to find to what was happening, she supposed. Bellatrix had been reformed, been through therapy, spent her time working for non-profits in the most Bellatrix way possible, but she was still undeniably the mad witch from the war. She’d managed to stay out of the woman’s way. And now...perhaps she would be less conflicted if she’d actually talked to her before this.
But then Bellatrix was leaning forward and kissing her sister just as fiercely as she’d kissed Anathema, and Narcissa was only unsure for a moment. There was the sound of whispered Italian and then she was kissing back with fervor, eyes slipping closed, getting lost in it, moaning and whimpering as Bellatrix took her mouth for all it was worth and Anathema marked her neck over and over until it was a bright red mess of hickies.
Hermione landed flat on her ass, as expected really. That didn’t keep her from watching, though. She didn’t even think she was blinking.
“Hermione?” Andy asked, bending down beside her. “Are you alright?”
She’d almost forgotten that Andy was there, what with her sisters and Anathema putting on a show. She looked away from them long enough to find Andy’s eyes and nod. “Uh, yeah, I’m fine, really, I just...that statue is just very, very effective. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on.”
Andy blushed, but she nodded, eyes furtively looking at the triad pinned against the wall. “Not exactly what I thought I would find arousing, and yet.”
Hermione looked back at the middle Black sister again, then down at her lips. She could do something about her arousal, if Andy was willing. She reached out and cupped her cheek gently. Andy sighed into the touch and closed her eyes, leaning forward so her breath was ghosting across Hermione’s lips.
“I thought about this before,” she breathed. “Always thought you deserved someone your own age.”
“I don’t want anyone my own age,” Hermione admitted. “The statue chose right. If you had kissed me before I would have kissed back in a second.”
Andy leaned forward that last little bit and kissed her. It was sweet, tender, loving, everything that Bellatrix’s kisses looked like they weren’t. It was everything Hermione imagined that Andy kissed like and more. The older woman sank down, straddling Hermione’s lap, pressing them together, trying to get more contact. Hermione tangled her hands in light brown curls and kissed her like she’d bought her some rare first edition and made her Minister of Magic all at once. She didn’t want to give this up for a second, even when the spell gave up the ghost.
Soft lips were ripped from hers as Bellatrix tsked above them. “Now, now, children, I thought we all agreed that I was in charge.” Her eyes shifted to Hermione. “Provided that you do want to do this. I wouldn’t ever force you, none of us would. We aren’t monsters.” She paused for a moment. “Well, I’m reformed and still quite mad actually, but the point about forcing you does still stand here.”
Andy didn’t fight against the hold in her hair, looking backwards at Bellatrix. “If we do participate, these additions to our anatomy aren’t permanent, correct?”
Dark eyes met amber. “Well, as many times as Alecto was in that room with the statue and as many times as I fucked her, should mean that as soon as she comes on your cock you should be relieved of such burdens. Or was it fall asleep after fucking? Unclear. It is one of the two of them. I suppose we’ll just have to play the game to find out, won’t we?” She looked back at Hermione, question clear.
“Yes,” she said without hesitation. “Yes I want all of you.”
“Wonderful, pet, such a smart choice. Now, where is your bedroom, I’m sure I’m going to have to do some sort of transfiguration to make sure it’s suitable for all five of us.”
Hermione gestured back towards the hall. “The last door on the left.” And then Bellatrix was off, silent as a cat even in what should be clomping boots.
The group of them migrated down the hall after Bellatrix, Hermione on unsteady legs that were barely holding her up. She wasn’t sure that this all wasn’t just a hallucination brought on by overwork and sleep deprivation, but if it was she was going to ride this out to the very end. She deserved it. And if it wasn’t? Well, she would think about that later when she actually had two brain cells to rub together. She would probably be absolutely floored and mildly panicking about having four of the hottest witches in magical Britain as love matches, but that was certainly for later.
Bellatrix stood at the doorway to her bedroom and hummed approvingly. “I thought you would have some pathetic twin bed and the rest would be books, but a king bed is a surprise.”
“I like having my own space if ever I uh, invite someone back to spend the night.” She shrugged, blushing, like she wasn’t about to have her brains fucked out.
“Aw, pet, you don’t like to cuddle, and here I thought you’d be a koala,” Bellatrix taunted.
“I do sometimes!” Hermione defended. “Just usually when I’m trying to sleep I like to spread out more.”
“Understandable,” Andromeda soothed and Hermione shot her a grateful smile.
“Well, with five of us even a king bed isn’t going to be big enough for that and anything much bigger won’t fit in this room, so.” Bellatrix pulled out her wand. “I’ll need to do some remodeling.” Her tone was rather too gleeful for what was about to happen.
Hermione worried for the structural integrity of her home, but then Bellatrix started actually casting and she felt the magic wash over her. Even the echoes that washed over her were strong and directed, powerful enough to get the job done, and yet not world endingly destructive. She watched her room expand, watched the bed enlarge, and then watched as Bellatrix rearranged her furniture and redecorated carefully to suit the new space while keeping Hermione’s original design in mind.
“Merlin,” she breathed out. A witch casting like that shouldn’t be so attractive, and yet she was dripping all over again.
Bellatrix looked back over her shoulder at Anathema with a raised eyebrow, glancing at Hermione with meaning. Anathema smiled back before turning to Hermione and placing herself right in front of her.
“Hello, cara,” she purred. “Seems you need a bit of occupying while Bella finishes up, hmm?”
Hermione stared up at the other woman, temporarily dumb. How was anyone’s voice so entirely attractive? “I--” She couldn’t really form a complete sentence so she just nodded. It was becoming clearer and clearer to her how this woman had managed to have seven husbands, kill them all, get away with it, and still have people clamoring after her.
Anathema leaned down and kissed her, domineering right away, possessive hands on Hermione’s hips. Hermione let her have her way, kissing back as best she could. The woman tasted faintly of red wine and Hermione wondered if she’d been having a nightcap before being summoned to her door, or if she was just truly that intoxicating. She felt herself being walked backwards until she was pressed firmly against the wall, Anathema surrounding her on all other sides now. The burning in her core was reaching thermonuclear levels. She positively ached and having Anathema’s cock rubbing against her stomach as the other woman ground gently against her wasn’t helping. Especially if just how large Anathema felt against her was truly how big her cock was. She would fill Hermione up easily, stretch her out, fuck her so well that she’d forget her name. Merlin, she needed it now. She looped her leg over Anathema’s hip, trying to angle herself so the other woman would be right where she needed her.
There was a throat cleared beside them and Anathema pulled back from the kiss, but not out of Hermione’s grasp. “Yes, amore?” She asked Narcissa who was only standing six inches or so away. Hermione hadn’t even noticed her moving, hadn’t felt her presence shift beside them, she was so wrapped up in Anathema.
“May I help?” Narcissa herself was a bit breathless, but the expression on her face remained that haughty sneer that Hermione found attractive despite herself.
Anathema reached out and cupped Narcissa’s face gently. “No need to feel left out, bella amore. You are mine after all.” She dropped her hand and tugged on the collar around her throat, pulling her into Hermione’s side. “I think you could put a collar on Hermione, if it would make you feel less jealous, or would you like it more if you were both collared by me, hmm?”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Hermione breathed.
“No, I’ll collar you all. Well. Save you Anathema. Or if you want.” Bellatrix cackled and continued on with her remodel. “I think the bathroom should be remodeled. I do like to fuck in the shower.” She shot off into the room and through to the bathroom.
“Well, all of you collared by Bellatrix,” Anathema said thoughtfully. “Perhaps if we negotiated some sort of co-ownership, that might be amicable.” She looked at Narcissa. “Save for you, bella amore, you’re just mine.”
“Agreed!” Bellatrix called from the bathroom.
“How did she even hear that,” Narcissa said, looking towards the doorway.
“I’m a bat, ‘cissa, you should know this!” She let out another laugh before the sounds of remodeling resumed.
“Her animagus form quite literally is a bat,” Anathema said, amused.
Hermione blinked at that, unable to actually process it with two attractive witches and their erections pressed against her. “Oh, uh, unexpected.”
Anathema just chuckled and kissed Hermione lightly again for a moment before turning back to Narcissa. “But there is no need to feel jealous, bella amore. She’s yours too, yes? Kiss her neck, pinch her nipples, do what you will. I’m sure her pretty little gasps will be reward enough, don’t you?”
Narcissa did seem settled by this and went right to following Anathema’s instruction, kissing Hermione’s neck, nipping and licking and driving her insane. When she was settled Anathema captured her lips again, and Hermione was a puddle, just an absolute puddle and not even a very sentient one. She was lost in sensation, nerves on edge, firing rapidly, synapses overloaded by sensation, and this was only two of them kissing her like this. What was she going to do when it was all four of them?
She felt herself building already towards a climax. Was she really going to come untouched from a few kisses? Sure the statue had had her aroused for hours now, but this was still embarrassing. She felt like a teenage point having his first fumble, going to come thirty seconds into the action after a bit of groping. But Anathema was smiling into the kiss, her hand holding up Hermione’s leg now, allowing her to grind against her if she wanted to, and oh did she. She couldn’t stop herself, wouldn’t stop herself even if she could. A little embarrassment be damned, she’d come dry humping Anathema with Narcissa’s teeth nibbling on her neck, she didn’t care. Maybe then she could think a bit straighter and they could go from there.
“You’re almost there, aren’t you, cara?” Anathema asked, pulling back from the kiss. “Narcissa, I think you should show her just what you can do to throw her off the cliff.”
Narcissa hummed against Hermione’s skin. “Do I have permission to enter your mind, Hermione?”
“How would that--?”
Hermione was cut off by Anathema’s lips on hers again. “Trust me, cara, it works. If you trust her let her work her magic. It will be worth her while.”
Hermione had no idea if she actually trusted Narcissa or not, but she wanted to come so badly, she might as well continue her trend of questionable judgement for the night and agree. “Ok, do it.”
And then Narcissa was inside Hermione’s mind, a warm presence, almost soothing really. Hermione found herself reaching out towards her and Narcissa met her halfway.
“Relax, Hermione, I don’t need to access any memories, just synapses.”
She physically nodded, hoping that Narcissa could feel that. “Feels good already,” she sighed.
“Doesn’t she,” Anathema asked, lips a fraction of an inch above hers. “She’s always felt so wonderful to me when she slips inside my mind, even before she does anything. Other people have said she’s some forbidding presence, but not to me, never to me. She’s my amore.”
Hermione could feel the love in her words, could feel the closeness, and she ached for someone to feel like that about her. Having Anathema and Narcissa pressed up against her was wonderful and she would take what she would get from tonight, but really, she just wanted so much more than a fling. That whole line about love matches, she felt herself putting too much stock into that, but she was a Gryffindor and she was all about having just a bit too much hope for her own good.
Anathema leaned in that last fraction and kissed her again while Narcissa did something , she wasn’t sure what, but every single feeling was turned up to eleven. She swore she could feel every cell in her body and all of them were flooded with feeling. It was overwhelming but not overstimulating. It was just as much as she could take and no more. Anathema’s lips felt divine against her, the way her tongue stroked against hers was a blessing, Narcissa’s love bites a benediction, and the way they both ground against her, erections seeking what little friction Hermione could provide like, a minor miracle. Narcissa’s hand found her way in-between her and Athema, slipping easily into Hermione’s bra and finding her rock hard nipple and pinched it lightly, and Hermione fell straight into sin and pleasure and holy fire. She moaned, unable to kiss Anathema back, too overwhelmed to do anything but feel .
When she blinked back to herself, the only thing that was holding her up was Anathema’s hips against her own, pinning her to the wall. She’d lost all muscle control for a few long moments, it seemed. She managed to get her feet back under her, still shaky as ever, but steady enough to hold her as she gazed into dark brown, almost black eyes that looked oh so smug.
“Did you have a good time, cara?”
Hermione had no real choice but to nod her agreement. She had. Honestly she was still having a great time, aftershocks rolling through her. Narcissa was still lingering at the edges of her consciousness, feeling like she belonged there, carefully poking and prodding still to make sure Hermione didn’t feel too much all at once. She tucked her head underneath Anathema’s chin and sighed, content for the moment.
“‘Thema?” Andy said from the other side.
Anathema didn’t pause for a moment before she lifted her arm, pulling Andy to them as well, settling them all together now in a group surrounding Hermione. Under other circumstances it might feel claustrophobic, but she felt nothing but comfort like this. Well, comfort and the awareness trickling back in that one orgasm was definitely not going to be enough today and that she would certainly need more soon.
There were soft sounds from overhead, wet and gentle, and from the movements, she guessed that Anathema was kissing Andy. Godric, that was far, far too hot right now. She wanted to do something, anything, but staying tucked up under Anathema’s chin was about all that she had the muscle for, still thoroughly recalibrating. Narcissa’s grinding against her was increasing in speed, her breaths coming in shallow little pants. Merlin, was she watching Anathema and Andy kiss and getting turned on too? She needed to open her eyes, needed to know, but she just couldn’t make herself do it just yet. So she listened as the kissing grew more intense, as Narcissa got closer to coming, and as the sound of remodeling finally settled down into silence.
“Well, I see all of you have been rather busy while I’ve been creating a veritable sex playground for all of us. ‘Thema I did the favor of bringing your entire stash of toys and duplicating them to leave under Hermione’s bed. It seemed prudent what with just how much I imagine we’ll find ourselves fucking our pet. And anything you didn’t have that I wanted, well, let’s say there are two boxes under the bed and leave it at that.” Bellatrix’s arms encircled Anathema’s waist, pressing against Hermione’s stomach gently, and even that rather innocent contact was enough to send a jolt through her. “What do you say, pet, would you like to go try out your new bed, break it in so to speak?” Bellatrix’s words were a quiet coo, one of her hands untangling from around Anathema’s waist to come up and run through her hair gently.
“Yes,” Hermione managed to say, feeling a bit more stable now. She blinked her eyes open and managed to meet black eyes that were hungry and just a touch mad with lust. “I’d like that.”
“Good girl, pet. On the bed. And you might as well strip out of everything. You have better taste in underwear than I thought you would, and I do enjoy the packaging, but you certainly won’t need it when I’m fucking into you with my cock, now will you?” She pulled Anathema backwards with her, allowing Hermione an avenue of escape through the literal pile of people.
Narcissa whined, hips stilling begrudgingly. “Bella, I was almost there.”
“And yet you hadn’t asked permission to come yet, so were you really?” Bellatrix snapped back.
“I don’t have to ask every time, only when ‘thema says so.”
Bellatrix stood on her tiptoes to set her chin on Anathema’s shoulder. “Should that be a rule today, ‘thema, dearest?”
“Oh that would be rather mean with a cock, dolcezza.” But Anathema’s smirk belied the tone of her words.
“It really would.” Bellatrix’s glee, however, was obvious the entire way around.
“Mmm, how about she has to ask permission unless she’s coming in Hermione?” Anathema proposed, and Merlin wept, she’d just gotten the confidence back that she could walk across the room without falling over because her knees decided that they wanted to be water. Narcissa Black coming inside her? She wanted to fan herself, but right now the only thing keeping her stable was a death grip on Narcissa and Andy on either side of her.
“Oh, that is good, I love the way you think, ‘thema.” Bellatrix turned her around and kissed her hard. “And I love the way you kiss almost as much. Wicked thoughts have always been my downfall more than a wicked tongue.”
“I could change that for you, I’m sure.”
Bellatrix licked her lips. “Later, once we’ve fucked the rest of them into oblivion?”
“Gladly.”
Her eyes sparked. “If that’s the rule for Narcissa, don’t you think it’s only fair for Andy to follow the same rule?”
Both Anathema and Bellatrix turned to look at Andy, eyes roving over the woman with intent. “It would, I think.” Anathema smirked. “Here’s hoping she’s not so pent up from pretending she’s some ancient grandmother instead of a still very eligible witch that she can handle the challenge.”
“And why should I listen to you?” Andy rolled her eyes. “I’m not Narcissa who’s always jumped when a pretty woman’s said so.”
Bellatrix stepped around Anathema and in a second had Andy by the hair again. “Because you’ve always listened to your older sister and the fact that you let me do this means you’re not so opposed, now are you?” She looked into Andy’s eyes for a long moment before she kissed her, and just like Narcissa, Andy melted against Bellatrix in a matter of moments.
Circe, just what was it about these witches kissing that made Hermione want to fall over dead and ascend to the afterlife? Probably that each of them on their own was a lesbian’s wet dream, but two of them together were mind melting, but that was beside the point. She’d been given a task to walk into her room, strip and lay on the bed, but at this rate she was going to have to crawl. And why did she think that Bellatrix wouldn’t mind that at all?
Andy looked dazed as Bellatrix pulled back from the kiss, lips red and swollen, looking almost strung out. “Yes Bella,” she said, almost absently.
“That’s what I thought.” She leaned forward and licked the shell of Andy’s ear. “All those days looking up at the Black tapestry, you just wanted to know just how acceptable it was to fuck your sister, hmm?”
“I, that wasn’t what I was thinking, but I--”
“No?” Bellatrix’s voice was almost sing-song. “Are you sure, Andromeda?”
“I had a passing thought or two but mostly I just, I didn’t want to have to marry some stuck up man child who thought money fixes everything. I was looking for someone who hadn't done that.”
“And what did you think when you saw not even two hundred years ago that there was brother marrying sister to keep the line? Did you think you’d rather marry me instead of some man child? I would have certainly rather married you or Narcissa than that idiot Rod.” Bellatrix’s hands cupped Andy’s face as gently as Bellatrix could ever do anything, thumbs stroking over her cheeks tenderly.
“I--I thought about that, yes,” Andy admitted quietly.
“Good. You’re mine now. And Narcissa’s. And Hermione’s. And Anathema’s. Sister knows best. You aren’t running from me again.” She pulled hard enough on Andy’s hair that she let out a squeak.
“Didn’t want to the first time. Wanted you to come with me but right before you went off about duty and honor and I stopped myself,” Andy gritted out. “I needed out from under mother and father and couldn’t risk it if you said no.”
Bellatrix stood for a moment, Narcissa appearing at her side and soothing her sister gently, stroking Bellatrix’s arm with light movements. “You wanted me to come with you?” Her face scrunched. “But you married Ted almost immediately.”
“I loved him, yes, but not as much as you. He would have understood. He always understood. I could have had you both if you’d said yes. It was what I wanted.” Andy seemed smaller after the confession, but somehow also relieved and lighter than before.
“So finding me here, finding Hermione with the statue and what it meant?” Her eyes were intense and Hermione didn’t dare to move and break the spell of the moment.
“I thanked Merlin for it. I needed the excuse to let myself want again.”
Bellatrix’s eyes fell on Narcissa. “And you?”
“There was a reason why I asked you to be my first kiss, Bella, a reason why I wanted a woman who was in control. And now I have ‘thema and you.” She shrugged, half an inch up and down, still managing to keep her elegant posture.
Bellatrix took a deep breath and let it out again slowly. She looked at both her sisters again and nodded. “Good. Good. The Black sisters together as they should be again.” And a moment later she stepped back into the chaotic whirlwind. “And we have a Hermione Granger to fuck, don’t we?”
Both Narcissa and Andy nodded eagerly.
The curly haired witch turned and faced Hermione, cocking an eyebrow. “I thought I told you to strip and get on the bed, pet.”
Hermione swallowed hard and tried to step forward, but damn if her knees didn’t give out on her immediately. She hit the floor where a quick cushioning charm had been cast, saving her knees from cracking against the hardwood and at least some of her dignity.
“Always so clumsy, cara?” Anathema asked, smirking down at her.
“I can’t help it that the statue turning me on so much and then watching you all kiss makes it hard to stay upright,” Hermione huffed. She tried to gather her legs under her again to stand, but her body just was not having it.
“It looks like our little cara is trapped on the floor,” Anathema said, looking over at Bellatrix. “Whatever will we do.”
“I can think of a few things.” Bellatrix’s grin was wicked. “What do you think, blow jobs for all of us or watching her crawl to her bed.” She hummed, considering. “Or both. Both is always good.”
“Blow jobs for you and I and let Narcissa and Andy have to contain themselves while they watch.”
The glee in Bellatrix’s face should be concerning but it was far too arousing to register as such. “Oh, I am just going to love having you around. You already make everything so much more interesting .”
Anathema smiled and pulled Bellatrix into another kiss, this one a little less frantic. “Thank Merlin for magical matches, hmm?”
“Oh, most assuredly. Now flip a galleon to see who’s getting blown first?” Bellatrix asked, pulling a galleon from seemingly nowhere.
“Sounds fair to me, so long as you didn’t charm it.”
Hermione settled back on her legs, resting her ass on her ankles. She might as well get comfortable for now. She hadn’t minded giving blow jobs before to the few trans women she’d dated and now wasn’t any different. Well. Perhaps a bit different in that a fertility statue was fueling her desire to heights never seen before, but that was beside the point.
“Of course I didn’t charm it, what would be the fun in that. I’m a being of chaos. No greater chaos than relying on a coin flip that’s actually flipped at random. Call it in the air?”
Anathema nodded and Bellatrix flipped it up into the air, spinning end over end, metallic clink echoing in the air. “Tails.”
Bellatrix snatched it out of the air with her left hand and flipped it one last over into her right. She opened the hand and there was a goblin head staring up at them in judgement. “Well then, looks like I’m first.”
“Ah well, I’ll just have to help our lovely Hermione drive you over the edge won’t I?”
“You know,” Narcissa muttered softly beside Hermione, “I think they’ve forgotten we’re here they’re so wrapped up in their own plans.”
Andy snorted. “Do you think if we just made out ourselves they would notice if we did it far enough away from Hermione?”
“We could attempt it. What’s the worst that could happen. I’m dying for some sort of stimulation and standing here certainly isn’t giving me any.”
Hermione felt more than heard the magic that was flung at them half a second before Narcissa and Andy were secured rather firmly to the walls with strips of golden magic.
“If the two of you want to be naughty, then you’ll be treated as such,” Anathema said, shooting a disappointed look at Narcissa.
Narissa looked instantly cowed. “Sorry ‘thema.”
“Oh, I’m sure you will be by the time this is done.” She silently summoned something, and holding her hand out to catch it. Hermione tried to get a peek at it, but she wasn’t at the right angle, Anathema’s body blocking it from view as she banished Narcissa’s skirt and panties to the hamper that Hermione could see through the doorway to her room. It made her stomach swoop with pleasure, seeing Narcissa’s clothing mixed with hers, but she had more important things to look at right now.
Anathema stepped back after a moment and left Narcissa’s cock fully on display with a black cock ring at the base of it, fitting snugly. Another flick of her fingers and it was vibrating softly. Narcissa moaned quietly, body trying to bend forward around the source of her pleasure but held tightly in the bonds Bellatrix had cast. The dark skinned witch cast again and this time Narcissa’s moan was frustrated.
“‘Thema, that spell, really? I’ll be good, please.” Her wide blue eyes were pleading and if it was Hermione she would have given Narcissa anything she wanted, but Anathema was much more immune than she was.
“That spell, you earned it. We’ll see how I feel after our Hermione has made me come to see if I feel any mercy, hmm?” Her eyes turned to Andy. “What do you think she deserves, dolcezza?” she asked Bellatrix.
“I have just the thing.” Bellatrix slipped back into the bedroom, not bothering to summon what she wanted. “Banish her pants and underwear, if you would, please.”
“With pleasure.” Anathema stepped up to Andy and kissed her for a long moment, hands finding her hips and slipping under the waistband of her pants. She pushed them off with a flourish, and despite the bindings they landed on the floor easily. Hermione wondered just what the binding spell Bellatrix had used was. She could use something like that that allowed things to be extracted when she wanted but at other points held fast. She’d have to remember to ask later.
“Hmm, thicker than your sister, but a bit shorter. Definitely a combination I can work with and give us both a great deal of pleasure.” She stepped back, trailing her fingers along Andy’s erection. Andy twitched at the stimulation, gasping in a breath. “But that’s for later after you’ve had a bit of punishment and proven you’ll behave.”
She stepped away again just as Bellatrix came back into the hall holding something. The curly haired witch gestured, and the bonds spread Andy’s legs more, revealing a pussy that had to be just as dripping as Hermione’s even with the addition of a dick where her clit should be.
“Oh good, we won’t need to use any lube, now will we?” Bellatrix murmured, brandishing an egg vibrartor that she clicked on to the lowest setting, then increased the vibration until Hermione was sure that if that thing had come anywhere near her she’d come in an instant. “Anathema, that clever little spell of yours, if you would.”
Anathema cast with a wicked smirk and Andy squirmed against her bonds. “Fuck, Bella, ‘thema, please, oh Merlin .”
“You don’t even know the half of it, sister mine.” And then Bellatrix pushed the egg vibe inside Andy slowly until it popped in fully, sending Andy moaning. Bellatrix flicked her hand again and Andy’s legs closed, ensuring that the little vibe would stay in place. “The vibration on both toys will increase every time one of us comes, and that does include our resident overstimulated, oversexed, fertility spelled Hermione. And of course neither of you will be granted that pleasure. I imagine it will be fun for the whole family, huh?”
“I’ll be good, please?” Narcissa asked her sister, trying the same puppy dog eyes on her as she had Anathema.
“No, we already established you can’t come unless you’re inside Hermione. The spell will just make sure. Perhaps you should have played stupid games to win stupid prizes, Cissy. Salazar knows it would have been difficult before to behave and not come until you were allowed, but manageable, nothing that would have driven you insane, but here you are now. Shame.” Except her smiling eyes said she didn’t think it was a shame at all.
Bellatrix turned back to Hermione, who now was even less sure she’d ever be able to walk and make it to the bed at any point tonight and crawling was beginning to look like an impossibility after watched all that too.
“Now, pet, where were we?” She drew her wand and banished her clothing, a rustle coming from the room as it deposited itself neatly on top of Narcissa’s skirt in the hamper. Her body had recovered fully from Azkaban, now covered in pale, smooth flesh that Hermione ached to touch and breasts bigger than her own that she wanted to suck on until Bellatrix pushed her off. And dear Godric , her cock. “Ah yes, you were going to blow me and then swallow my load down like a good girl.”
“Dear Merlin on a broomstick,” Hermione whispered.
“Broomstick, how fitting.” She stepped forward until her hard-on was half an inch from Hermione’s mouth. “What are you waiting for, pet, suck me.”
Hermione didn’t need to be told again. She opened her mouth and took the tip in, running her tongue over it gently, tasting her for the first time. She wasn’t sure what to expect really, if the precum leaking out of Bellatrix’s shaft would taste like her wetness or like normal precum, though she supposed she shouldn’t be shocked that it did in fact taste like normal. She was sucking on a cock, and a one that was supposed to get her pregnant after all. She hummed, swiping her tongue over the slit again, tasting more and squirming.
“How long do you think she’ll last without coming again untouched, dolcezza?” Anathema asked, coming up behind Bellatrix and wrapped her arms around her, just under her breasts.
“The way she’s moaning just licking me like that? Not very long.”
Was she moaning? She actually focused on something other than Bellatrix’s cock in her mouth and blinked when she heard what the others did. Oh. Those sounds were her. She’d only registered the noise vaguely. If anything she’d thought it was Narcissa or Andy moaning some more during their punishment.
“And how long are you lasting?” Anathema purred.
Hermione looked up Bellatrix’s body to see Anathema pinching her nipples and twisting hard. Bellatrix seemed to take no issue with this, thrusting some more of her length into Hermione’s mouth. She took it happily, tasting Bellatrix’s skin. She could still taste the faint traces of wetness on skin that had been a clit before she’d gone and picked up the statue. She wondered if Bellatrix was the first one, one of the ones in the middle, or the last in terms of who the statue had picked. She wondered if Bellatrix knew the spell to keep the effects contained only to a certain area and then they could do this again. She couldn’t imagine only doing this once. She tasted too good, felt too right in her mouth as she sank down. Her gag reflex wasn’t the greatest and she was out of practice and Bellatrix was not small, but she was determined that she was going to swallow the older witch to the root. She was always an overachiever after all.
“She’s good with her mouth. Should be interesting to see how long I last.” Her breath hitched as Hermione took a moment’s rest and sucked, hollowing out her cheeks and running her tongue up and down the bottom of her shaft like she was one of the Twin’s newest creations that cemented to the roof of your mouth and took ages to dissolve if you didn’t like the thing furiously. And it didn’t taste nearly as good as Bellatrix did.
“Circe’s cunt, fuck.” Bellatrix shoved herself all the way into Hermione’s mouth with no warning, hips stuttered at the feeling of having the life sucked out of her. Hermione gagged on it for a moment, drawing back enough that she wouldn’t choke, which wasn’t all that far back. Well then. She could work with that.
“I think she wants to swallow you whole,” Anathema said, her eyes meeting Hermione’s over Bellatrix’s shoulder, alright with approval.
Hermione hummed her affirmative answer and Bellatrix’s thighs started to tremble. She could feel the fine tremors against both her hands resting on her quads to steady herself during the blowjob.
“She’s nearly there. Merlin’s tits I can’t wait to come down her throat.” Bellatrix threw her head back and groaned as Hermione’s nose finally rested on her lower stomach. She swallowed, taking the older witch in, licking the base of her shaft, feeling it starting to twitch. She pulled back for a moment until she could breath, took a few deep breaths and then was right back down against Bellatrix’s stomach.
“What about in her pussy, dolcezza? Imagine coming inside of her, having your come leaking out of her.” Anathema said something more, but Hermione didn’t hear it, her own body trembling now with the thought of Bellatrix fucking her. Merlin, oh fucking hell, she wanted it, she wanted it badly, but she had to get Bellatrix off first and then Anathema before they’d watch her climb onto the bed. Then they’d have to want to fuck her after watching her crawl across the room, right? Oh what if they both took her at once? She hadn’t really tried anal before, but she’d let either woman fuck her in the ass if they asked.
The orgasm lanced through her almost out of left field. She shook, barely remembering to keep up her movements with her tongue. She wanted Bellatrix to get off too and soon and didn’t want to have to start from scratch just because she couldn’t reign it in. Her body clenched down on nothing and it was a painful reminder that she had to be a good girl and keep blowing Bellatrix if she wanted to change that. And yet it was still one of the best damned orgasms in her life despite all that. She could feel four sets of eyes on her, feel Andy and Narcissa spasming as their toys turned up in response to her coming, felt it all, and stayed grounded in her body only through sheer will power.
“Can you make it disappear from the records?” Bellatrix panted when Hermione finally could listen again. “Oh fuck, just like that, pet, who knew your smart mouth could be used for something other than being our little know-it-all.”
“I can do anything I want, bella mia. How do you think I got away with so much.”
Hermione watched Anathema bite down on the tendon in Bellatrix’s neck and sucking hard. She had an idea, but it was going to take some careful watching and timing. She watched Anathema’s sucking, regular pulling motions flexing her cheeks just slightly and lined up her sucking of Bellatrix’s cock in the same rhythm.
“Oh fucking Salazar cocksucking Slytherin, brightest witch of her age, fuck.” Hermione felt Bellatrix’s shaft swelling just slightly and knew she was moments away from getting a load blown down her throat. She wiggled, humming, and that’s all it took. “Hermione!” Bellatrix cried as she came right down her throat. Hermione pulled back to suck at the tip, making sure she swallowed all the come that Bellatrix gave her, and milking the last little bit with her hands like a good girl.
Bellatrix slumped back against Anathema with a groan. “She might have sucked the life out of me, I’m not sure.”
Anathema chuckled, deep, rich and sinful. “Would you like to sit down, dolcezza?”
“Give me a second and I’ll have it, I think.”
Hermione sat back, looking at the absolute wreck she’d made Bellatrix and she smiled, proud of herself. Not everyone could say they made one of the most terrifying witches of the last century a mess. And Bellatrix was hers to make a mess again. The absolute possession ripped through her like a wildfire and suddenly she didn’t much care what she had to do, but she was keeping this witches for the rest of her life and then some.
Bellatrix got her legs under her finally and stood. “See if she doesn’t make you a mess, ‘thema. Too clever for her own good, that one, but Merlin does it make me want to fuck her more.”
Anathema stepped back from Bellatrix and started to shed her robes manually, folding them neatly before walking them into Hermione’s bedroom and throwing them over the newly added vanity and chair. She idly wondered where Bellatrix had gotten that, she definitely hadn’t owned it before, but she really loved it, classic and timeless without being too dark and overbearing as some older furniture could be. It fit with the rest seamlessly, and she laughed to herself almost silently wondering just what the world would’ve been like it Bellatrix had gone into interior decorating rather than murder.
The dark skinned witch was in front of Hermione a second later, tall and lithe and toned, and fuck she was so lucky that she’d picked up the statue and it’s summoned this woman because Merlin, she was gay and god was surely a woman. Then she looked at Anathema’s cock and she realized that every inch she’d felt earlier while Anathema was kissing her had been real and then some. She really wasn’t going to be able to swallow all of her. She was going to have to go for a different approach.
She looked up to Anathema for permission and the other woman dug her hands into her hair and tugged her forward. No need for permission if there was a demand. Hermione opened her mouth eagerly and licked long stripes up Anathema’s cock, starting from the base and ending on the tip, circling her tongue around the slit to gather the precum, groaning at the taste. She was saltier than Bellatrix but no less addicted. She wanted more of it, wanted her come too.
When her shaft was wet enough Hermione wrapped one of her hands at the base and started to twist it gently. Anathema sighed out a moan, gripping her hair harder. She maneuvered Hermione back to her tip with the clear message that she wanted sucked off properly and she wanted sucked off properly now. Hermione wasn’t one to disagree. She took Anathema into her mouth, jaw straining just a little bit to accommodate all of her as she sank down to a comfortable level, and started to suck, tongue cupping the bottom of her shaft, humming at taste of skin and Anathema and loving every moment of this.
“Oh, cara, Bella was right, wasn't she? You do know what to do with this mouth of yours.”
Hermione hummed again, pleased. She was so glad she was making Anathema feel good too. If she made Anathema feel good now then she was sure the favor would be returned later. She wondered if she was good enough if they would let her request a few things. She had so many ideas of what she could do with four women with cocks all at her disposal. Too many ideas all for one night, really. They were certainly going to have to keep the statue. It was only fair after how hard the department worked her and it wasn’t really a dark object anyway, not in any hands that weren’t death eaters. Well. Death eaters who weren’t Bellatrix anyway, she was redeemed so she didn’t count.
“Do you think you can take a bit of throat fucking now that you’ve had bella mia as a warm up?”
Hermione pulled back enough to speak. “I think so, but I can’t take all of you no matter the warm up.”
“Good girl, sharing your limits. How much do you think you can take?”
Well, Hermione thought that was better shown than anything so she took Anathema into her mouth and swallowed and swallowed until even her now conditioned gag reflex was screaming at her that she couldn’t go any further. She pulled back a bit to make sure that the roughness of being fucked wouldn’t catch her off guard and then looked up at Anathema, while her tongue still worked its sinful magic on her. She was an half an inch or so from the top of her fist, which was honestly more than she thought she could get down. She wondered if it would be possible to train herself to take it all. She glanced over at Narcissa and Andy. If she could take Anathema to the base, she could take them all. If it wasn’t a physical block but just a mental one, she would definitely overcome it. She wanted to be able to blow all her love matches expertly.
Anathema’s breath hitched, petting Hermione’s head softly. “Well then. I think we can work with that, cara, don’t you?” And then she was pulling back and slamming forward again. Hermione kept her mouth open and her tongue held just so that her cock rubbed against it from head to where she had to stop thrusting, giving her as much friction as possible. The dark skinned witch’s smile was almost feral as she fucked Hermione’s mouth. Godric, is this what she would look like fucking Hermione? Like she she imagined Anathema coming up behind her, forcing her pants down to her knees, bending her over the nearest surface, and fucking her until she screamed uncle.
Her eyes rolled back into her head as she came. This time she heard both Andy and Narcissa cry out, heard the buzzing of their vibrators even from a couple feet away. They had to be mad with the need to come. Hermione was glad that that wasn’t her because if she wasn’t allowed, she’d be crying right now, sobbing like a small child, desperate, begging like she was begging for her life. And yet the younger Black sisters were remaining mostly stoic.
Bellatrix appeared behind Anathema, seeming to finally be on an even keel again, arms appearing in Hermione’s field of vision. “Imagine, me fucking you like this while you skull fuck Hermione.” She wasn’t really tall enough to reach Anathema’s shoulder while she wasn’t standing on tiptoes, so Hermione couldn’t see her face, but she imagined the look on her face was just as wild as Anathema’s “Would you like that ‘thema?”
“Morgana and Nimue, yes.” She shuddered hard.
“And if I fucked you now?” Bellatrix purred. “If I used your pretty pussy like you’re using Hermione’s mouth? Came inside you, what then?”
“Cazzo!” And then she was coming down Hermione’s throat in big, long spurts that Hermione had trouble swallowing all of them. But she managed, oh, she managed, desperate to keep it all inside of her in one way other another.
Anathema pulled herself gently out of Hermione’s mouth, softening already, but still mostly steady on her feet. She whipped around and had Bellatrix pinned against the opposite wall, kissing her, with her hand around Bellatrix’s throat squeezing just enough that the witch was panting breathlessly into the kiss.
“Do not make promises you do not want to fulfil, dolcezza.” Anathema let some of the pressure go, leaning against Bellatrix heavily for a moment.
“What if I wanted to?” Bellatrix challenged.
“Wait six months then tell me again that you want to fuck me like that. Then we’ll see.” She let go of Bellatrix entirely and stepped over to Narcissa who was limp, hanging in her bonds, moaning quietly now almost continuously.
Bellatrix rubbed her neck, a smug smile on her face. “That’s a hell of a kink you have there, ‘thema. And all I had to do was look at you to know. I didn’t even need to read your mind.”
Hermione knew she was missing something, but she wasn’t entirely sure as to what. Her brain was far too fogged by lust to actually think straight. She would figure it out later if she remembered to actually think about it later instead of all the mind blowing sex that had already happened and was still yet to come.
Anathema released the cock ring from Narcissa, and the blond cried out in relief. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, ‘thema, love you so much, need you so much, please, I’ve been good haven’t I?”
“Not yet, bella amore, you need more time to atone for your little stunt, but no more cock ring. The spell stays in place, though.”
Narcissa nodded, trying not to look disappointed and not quite managing it.
“It will be worth it, micetta.”
Bellatrix was behind Anathema again in a second. “Just going to ignore me, hmm? I’ve been told I’m very annoying when I want to be. And I want an answer.”
“Yes, dolcezza. It’s a lovely kink.” She sighed and relaxed a bit. “It’s not as if you don’t have your fair share of your own. Saying you’ll carry it out instead of insinuating I will, however, does put my back up, especially if you do not mean it. I’ve been strung along before by people who’ve said things in the moment and kept dragging it out.”
Bellatrix turned Anathema around and stood on her tiptoes to kiss her gently. “I do mean it. But I’ll keep that in mind for the near future until I’ve proven myself.”
Anathema sighed and kissed the kiss of Bellatrix’s head. “Thank you. Now, should we rescue our fair Andromeda?”
“Mmm, good idea, she looked worse than Narcissa did a moment ago. I don’t think she’s gotten much action.” Bellatrix cackled. “Oh no, what a nightmare that I’m bringing my sister back into the sexual fold.” She stepped over and parted Andy’s thighs and pulled out the vibrator, cleaning it with a wave of her hand and banishing it back to wherever she’d gotten it from. “Grab Narcissa, I’m releasing the bonds and I don’t think that they’ll have any more ability to hold themselves up than Hermione.”
Hermione wanted to be offended, but really, she was damned sure that she’d be crawling to her bed, so she really couldn’t be. The bods dissolved, the pale golden light that had been bathing the hall faded and Andy collapsed into Bellatrix’s arms. Narcissa managed to stand for a moment before she lost her balance and Anathema scooped her up readily. Bellatrix turned with her sisterly burden in her arms, not straining in the slightest under the dead weight and looked at Hermione.
“Well what are you waiting for, pet, crawl to the bed. Your fucking awaits.” She raised an eyebrow.
And Hermione couldn’t exactly say no to that. So she crawled, arms only slightly steadier than her knees had been earlier, but they managed the trek. She was glad Bella had added rugs to the new larger space. Her knees definitely thanked her and she wanted any and all knee weakness later to come from being fucked so well her body couldn’t handle it rather than hardwood floor injuries. Getting up on the bed was the rather tricker part. She pulled herself up on the sheets, body weak and protesting, but she managed to flop herself over until she was laying in the middle of the bed, head cradled in duplicated pillows of her favorite variety as she watched Anathema and Bellatrix’s eyes on her, hungry and wanting.
“You take Narcissa and deal with your little pet and I take Andromeda and Hermione and show them what it’s truly like to be fucked?” Bellatrix asked Anathema.
“As long as the next round Narcissa and I are allowed the same privilege.”
“Deal.” Somehow Bellatrix had the strength to hold Andy in one arm and offer the other one to shake. Anathema took it, shook twice firmly, and then they both turned and stalked towards the bed like hungry jungle cats. Hermione swallowed hard and wondered just what she’d gotten herself into.
Bellatrix set Andy down gently on the bed before scooting her over to lay next to Hermione. “I figure she’ll be out of commission for at least five minutes, if not ten. And in that time you and I are going to have a good time, aren’t we pet?”
Hermione’s mouth was drier than a bone all of a sudden, wetness distinctly elsewhere. “Yes?” She squeaked.
“The helpless ingenue isn’t the role I thought you would play, but I admit, it does make me want to ruin you that much more.” Bellatrix chuckled as she crawled onto the bed and hovered over Hermione. “Almost makes me want to tie you down and make you watch as I fuck dear sweet Andy until she’s screaming my name.” She leaned down and kissed Hermione, hard, possessive, ruthless, and so, so hot. “But I think she’s learned enough about going along with one of Cissy’s schemes for one night and I wouldn’t want to be cruel.” Her smile against Hermione’s lips was wicked. “Cruel is for people who aren’t Blacks and treasured companions.” She tucked a lock of hair behind Hermione’s ear. “But I think we both know it’s a far line for me to draw on cruelty, hmm?”
“Merlin’s beard,” she whispered. “Bella, I--” Her words stopped as Bellatrix’s hand found her clit and started to rub, giving no quarter already, trying to drive her over the edge in seconds. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and she couldn’t help the twitches that wracked her body. She was probably too over sensitive, and without the statue for help, would’ve been, but now she just arched into Bellatrix’s touch and prayed her orgasm would come soon.
Andy beside her stirred a bit. “Bella?” she asked, blinking her eyes open. “When did I get down?” Her words were still a bit mushed together, bleary from passing out.
“A few minutes ago, ‘drommie. I carried you over to bed.” And wasn’t it just a juxtaposition that Bellatrix almost looked tender in that moment while absolutely driving Hermione up a wall. She was almost there, almost there, almost. It was far too soon, really, far too much. She hadn’t been hard to get to orgasm before all this, but a minute, really? She would feel embarrassed if she could, but right now all she really felt was Bellatrix hitting that one spot and oh Godric.
And then Bellatrix pulled her fingers away. She leaned over to kiss Andy slowly, with none of the same fierceness that she’d shown the entire night. Andy was spaced out enough it took her a long few seconds to kiss back, but eventually she did and Hermione could not look away. Morgana, it shouldn’t be so damned hot, should it?
The kiss seemed to bring Andy back to the land of the living because when Bellatrix drew back there was a light in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. “Are we fucking Hermione now?”
Bellatrix’s fingers were back on her, slipping lower, and then two fingers plunged into her without so much as a hello. Hermione arched like a woman possessed. Oh fuck, oh dear Merlin. Two fingers shouldn’t feel like this much and yet. She moaned, even more wanton and lewd than a woman filming porn, but that was just the only sound she could think to make. Or not think to make. Whichever one applied here.
“Yes we’re fucking her now.” Bellatrix’s eyes flicked down to Andy’s cock, considering for a moment before looking back at Narcissa and Anathema. She turned back to smile at her younger sister. “And you’re going to fuck her in the ass.”
Andy blinked for a moment. “I’ve never fucked anyone like that. I’ve never even been fucked like that.”
Bellatrix’s eyes sparked. “You haven’t?”
Andy shook her head in confirmation. “No, sex with Ted was good, but fairly vanilla.”
“Then I’m fucking you in the ass tonight when we let our dear youngest sister and her mistress fuck Hermione. And you get to introduce Hermione to the pleasure yourself. Knock it all out in one night.” She licked her lips. “Here I was going to give you the honor just because you were the smallest of us and easiest to take and I had no idea what Anathema planned, but that woman is a monster and better safe than sorry.”
Andy’s eyes flicked down to her cock and she frowned. “It’s bigger than Ted’s. I’m still above average, right?”
“Six and a half inches is nothing to sneeze at, sister, don’t worry. The average is four and a half.” Bellatrix rolled her eyes. “Honestly if a room full of women under a fertility spell can have a better cock than most men, they should do better.”
Hermione laughed for a second and then groaned as Bellatrix crooked her fingers in just the right way. Fuck she was too good. How did she already know all the places to hit inside her?
“But the first thing to do to work her open is always a good rim job, of course. Helps relax the muscles and adds a bit of extra lubrication for slipping a finger in.” Bellatrix twisted her free hand and Hermione bucked, coming hard and the foreign sensation tingling away inside her and around her ass. “And now she’s all nice and clean for us to do whatever we will with her.”
Bellatrix slowed her fucking, allowing Hermione to ride out the aftershocks before she withdrew entirely. She gently turned Hermione onto her side, tucking her leg up towards her chest to open her up. “There. Perfect position. Lick away.” Her eyebrows raised as she waited for Andy to follow her orders.
“I trust your cleaning charms,” Andy said slowly, “I’m just working through my own, uh, preconceived notions I suppose would be the best way to put it.”
“I could just grip your hair and force your face where I want it.” Bellatrix almost looked like that was the way she’d prefer to do it. “But it’s always better if you submit to it on your own. It’s no less than what I’ll be doing to you later. In fact.” Another twist of her hand and Andy was gasping, wriggling on the bed, looking desperate to come. “Why don’t I demonstrate.” She patted Andy’s side. “Up, up, face down ass up preferably.”
Andy’s face was beet red and yet she turned and presented herself just as Bellatrix wanted.
“See, sister, it’s so much better when you do exactly as I say.” Her eyes fell on Hermione again. “Watch and learn pet, this is about to be what happens to you. You’re going to be just as messy.” A thought visually popped into her mind, face lighting up with an idea. She looked over at Anathema who was kissing Narcissa tenderly, working her back into some semblance of a human being instead of a pile of goo, intermittently whispering sweet nothings to the witch. “‘Thema?”
Anathema raised her head. “Yes, dolcezza?” Her lips looked absolutely kiss bruised now and Hermione wanted to roll over and take advantage of that so badly, but had a feeling if she did, Bellatrix would have her right back in the same position before she could even blink.
“I know we said they’re only allowed to come in Hermione, but poor sweet Andy has never been fucked in the ass. Could we make an exception? Her first time should be something very pleasurable.”
Anathema’s eyes went to Andy, face down in the bed, avoiding everyone’s looks. “Never, tesora?”
“No,” Andy said, muffled against the bedding.
“Even Lucius has had anal sex,” Narcissa said, as primly as she could considering she was only half a step up from the trembling mess she’d been a few minutes before.
Bellatrix’s lip curled. “He and Snape didn’t think everyone knew that they were getting it on the side, dumb bastards.”
Narcissa blinked at that like it was news. “No I meant...he asked me to peg him during our marriage. I had no idea it was out of the ordinary at the time and when I did, well, I liked it too much to ever stop. It was nice seeing him underneath me.”
“What an image that makes, bella amore, him underneath you, as he should be. And you underneath me,” Anathema purred. She kissed Narcissa again for a moment before turning back to Bellatrix. “I agree, a first should be a pleasurable time. There will be plenty of time for denial later. But only anal sex and coming in Hermione, to make it fair between sisters.”
Bellatrix nodded. “Sounds good to me.” She faced Andy again. “Now, where were we? Ah yes, I know.” She bent quickly, tongue extended, licking around the tight circle of Andy’s ass and humming.
Andy squirmed, making unsure little noises, until Bellatrix’s hands were on her cock, jerking her off slowly, and then those noises shifted into moans. “Oh Merlin,” she breathed. “Fucking Salazar, how does it feel so good.”
Hermione whined. She got that it was something special for Andy. She did. But also she was so turned on that she was going to combust and she knew it.
“Bella, Bella can I touch myself, please?” Hermione begged.
Bella raised her head for a moment. “That statue really does make you insatiable, doesn’t it? Won’t that be fun to play with for later.” She tilted her head back and forth, considering.
“Let her touch herself, dolcezza, what is the harm? She’ll be more relaxed when Andy tries to rim her, yes?” Anathema said, drawing back from licking one of Narcissa’s nipples into an even finer point.
“Ah yes, sound thinking. Yes, pet, you can touch yourself. Come as many times as you like. In fact, the more times you come, the better it will be later, both in a relaxation sense and because I’ll do something special.”
Hermione didn’t even need to know what the something special was, she already had her fingers on her clit, head turned to watch Andy’s expressions as Bellatrix went right back to rimming her sister with all the abandon that anyone with half a brain would expect Bellatrix Black to do anything taboo.
Andy’s face was even redder now, little helpless mewls spilling out of her mouth like golden nectar. Godric, the noises she made were just so hot. Hermione slipped a finger into herself and stifled a moan. It wasn’t nearly enough but it was certainly something. Maybe if she slipped in another she would be better?
Andy’s shudders vibrated the bed. “Bella, Bella, Bella, please?” She begged.
Hermione slipped in that next finger quickly. Didn’t matter if it would be better now, she needed it inside her now. The stretch was better, but her fingers weren’t as long as Bellatrix’s had been, didn’t feel quite as good. She sighed. Were these women just going to ruin her for all time? Probably. Did she care so long as she didn’t let them go? No, not really. Bellatrix hadn’t used three fingers, though, maybe that would be the key to success.
“I feel you twitching already, ‘drommie. You like it that much do you? Has every lover you’ve ever had missed out on making you scream the house down until me?” Bellatrix’s voice was muffled, barely lifting her mouth from Andy’s ass. “Because you’re going to scream for me aren’t you? You’re going to be a good girl?”
“Yes! Yes, please!” Andy turned her face into the bed, trying to get away from the pleasure in all ways but perhaps the most important.
“Good.” And Bellatrix went right back to what she’d been doing, circling her tongue, pressing it in slightly, working Andy open like the pro she was.
Hermione brought her other hand to her clit, shoving the third finger inside of her. It wasn’t enough, wasn’t enough, wasn’t enough. She needed a cock inside of her, needed Andy to come, need Bellatrix to fuck into her and hill her up, needed to be fucked so hard she forgot her name, needed Andy to work her open, needed her ass to be filled too, needed to be so full she couldn’t think of doing anything else but coming on their cocks. She cried out, coming at the thought of being so full, but it wasn’t nearly as satisfying as her earlier orgasms had been. The spell was done waiting for her to get her shit together and be fucked. It wanted it now and Hermione didn’t blame it one bit.
“Oh Godric, Bella ,” Andy cried out, hips juttering, coming into Bellatrix’s hand and all over the new sheets. Hermione had to admit that that was as good a breaking in as any. These sheets were going to see some heavy use before the night was out.
“Such a good girl,” Bellatrix cooed. “Wasn’t that lovely? Just imagine what it will be like later when I’m fucking your ass, not just licking it. Do you think you can make Hermione feel that good, hmm?”
“Y-yes, Bella,” Andy said, not quite back to earth.
“Good.” Bellatrix patted Andy’s ass. “Collect yourself, then, and while you do that I’m going to fuck our little pet. She looks absolutely desperate for it. When you’re ready, start licking.”
Bellatrix shifted over to hover over Hermione again. “Well, well, not as good when I’m not the one finger fucking you, pet?”
Hermione shook her head. “No, Bella.”
“You want my cock instead?” Bellatrix’s smirk said she already knew the answer. That and the fact that she was already lining herself up to push into Hermione.
“Please!”
“I thought so.” And then she fucked into her in one smooth motion that had Hermione’s eyes rolling back in her head. Oh yes, this was exactly what she wanted.
“How does she feel?” Anathema asked, sitting back on her heels, in-between Narcissa’s thighs, dick positioned to fuck Narcissa the second she stopped looking over at Bellatrix and Hermione.
“Salazar fucking Slytherin himself made her for us, fuck, she’s gripping me like a vice. Makes me want to spill like some bloody virgin,” Bellatrix huffed out.
“Wonderful.” Anathema looked hungry, shoving herself into Narcissa with a sigh. “Bella amore, just wait until we have that. You’ll look so beautiful coming inside her.”
Narcissa whined, clearly desperate to come already and clearly still under the influence of the spell she’d been put under earlier. Hermione felt bad for her, but she wasn’t about to do anything right now that would stop Bellatrix from fucking her, so she’d try to do something about that later when she might have a mind again after an orgasm or two with Bellatrix inside her.
Andy stirred again, scooching down so her face was even with Hermione’s ass. It was a bit of an awkward fit, what with Bellatrix fucking her, jolting her away from Andy, the older witch’s hips almost hitting her, but Andy made it work. Hermione came at the first tentative touch of tongue to her ass and Bellatrix shuddered above her.
“Oh pet, and I thought you were tight before, Merlin’s hairy bollocks.” She kept on thrusting, though, managing not to come. Hermoine almost pouted. The magic surrounding her wanted Bellatrix to come. She supposed that made sense considering it was a fertility statue after all, but the fact that it made sense did not change her level of desperation.
A clever tongue poked its way into her ass and she mewled. Fuck, that did feel good. And if that felt good, she had to wonder just what it was going to feel like with Andy’s cock in her ass. It was going to feel so good, she just knew it. And oh Merlin, if the two of them kissed over her shoulder while they were both fucking her too? She clamped down on Bellatrix again, unable to help it. She was only a very, very gay woman. She had limits.
This time, Bellatrix didn’t get out of it so easily.
“Fuck!” Her hips jolted, slamming all the way into Hermione, and then she was coming in great spurts.
Hermione moaned at the feeling of being filled, a huge aftershock rocketing through her. Oh yes, that was definitely what she wanted. She could stand to have that happen at least ten more times tonight. That wasn’t too greedy was it?
“Well then, pet, I see someone chose violence tonight,” Bellatrix panted out, almost looking...proud?
“Not sorry,” Hermione moaned as Andy’s tongue did something that should be classified as a minor miracle.
“Nor should you be.” Bellatrix held out her hand, silently summoning something. A second later a bottle of lube landed in her hand. “Does she feel relaxed now?” she asked Andy.
Her sister came up for air for a moment. “Yes, she’s opening up for me nicely, I think.”
“Good, now it’s time for everyone’s favorite substance, lube, and fingers. Well. Finger at first. Go slow, let her relax completely around the first before adding the second. You’ll need to get four into her before you can even think about attempting to fuck her.”
Andy nodded, taking the bottle of lube and squirting a good portion onto Hermione’s ass. She shivered at the coldness of the liquid but it warmed quickly, in no small part due to just how hot she was still. Bellatrix was inside her, Andy was about to finger fuck her assm and Anathema and Narcissa were both fucking on the other side of her, low moans coming from the both of them as Anathema worked herself up slowly to climax. How could she not be hot?
“One thing I do like about this spell, or I suppose one thing I like extra about this spell because I’ve enjoyed exactly all of it so far,” Bellatrix said, already moving her hips again, “is that it sets the refractory time of a cock to a woman’s refractory time, which is lovely. I can fuck you just as much as I want, almost immediately.”
Hermione groaned as Andy slipped just the tip of her index finger inside of her testingly. She bore down on it, wanting to get it all in, wanting to get the fingers over with so she could have the main act that she really wanted. Andy slipped in up to her second knuckle and she twisted it around, trying to open Hermione up more and sending her panting.
“I don’t mind it either,” Hermione managed to huff out.
“I didn’t think you did, pet.” Bellatrix laughed and started to fuck her in earnest now.
After a few minutes of Andy twisting and thrusting one finger, almost in time with Bellatrix’s fucking, she risked a second, and Hermione let her know just how much she appreciated it by coming hard yet again. Godric, how was she not worn out yet? Before she’d get in four or five good orgasms with a partner and then be ready for a nap before the next round, but now, now she was just insatiable. She wouldn’t have near enough until at least Andy got her cock in her and maybe not even then.
“Merlin, it’s going to feel like that around our cocks?” Andy asked, squirming. It seemed she wanted to be fucking Hermione just as much as Hermione wanted to be fucked.
“Even better than you’re imagining,” Bellatrix said, a word or two between each thrust.
Andy groaned, and set to work again, slowly opening her up with the second finger, finding places that made Hermione cry out and using them over and over again until she was goo on the bed, just there to be used and fucked and nothing more. She loved it.
A third finger, another orgasm, this one taking Bellatrix over the edge with her again too. Hermione felt just how much Bellatrix had come in her between both times and marveled. Just how in the world did she come so much? It had to be leaking out of her, but then again she was so fucking wet she couldn’t really tell the difference between come pouring out of her and her own wetness. Fuck, it had to be such an erotic sight and Andy was down there taking it all in.
Bellatrix stayed still for a lot longer this time, gasping for breath, shaking through her aftershocks. She stayed inside Hermione though, even as her cock softened, still claiming her as Andy finally worked in that fourth and most crucial finger. Hermione moaned with the stretch. It was almost too much, which Andy seemed to sense, going slower with it than any of the previous ones.
“Oh Merlin, Andy, you almost have your whole hand inside of me,” Hermione sighed. The thought was just so satisfying on its own. She hadn’t even known she could stretch that much and yet here she was, doing it mostly with ease.
“I do,” Andy replied in almost an awed tone of voice. “And then you’ll have my cock and Bellatrix’s cock and I didn’t even think a witch could do that. Yet here you are, brightest witch in all senses of the word.”
Her fourth finger finally made it all the way in. They all sat together and breathed for a few long moments, allowing Hermione to get used to it before Andy drew back and started to fuck her slowly, working up into a fast rhythm that had Hermione on edge again. Her nerves were singing, the magic around them pleased. For a fertility spell it didn’t have the compulsion for only vaginal sex with Hermione found a bit odd, but she supposed one type of sex usually led to the others so maybe it made sense in the long run. She didn’t care so long as she was getting equal pleasure from both and she most assuredly was. Andy was driving her towards orgasm, she felt Bellatrix inside her starting to get hard again, and it was all falling into place.
“Fuck, Andy!” She cried as she came for the who knew how many-th time. Andy helped her through her orgasm, then withdrew her fingers. There was the sound of the lube bottle being opened again, the wet sounds of someone slicking themselves up, and then Andy’s cock was gently pushing at Hermione’s ass.
“Ready?”
Hermione hadn’t regained the power of speech just yet, so she nodded. Andy smiled at her and then pushed in just as gently as she had with the fourth finger. She went in a centimeter or two, then withdrew, then again, repeating it over and over, slowly, so slowly that Hermione felt herself being driven insane, but she knew her body needed it to be this slow. She felt herself opening up just as fast as Andy was pushing, but no more. And yet she wanted to push past all those limits and just be done with it.
Bellatrix was holding still inside of her now, harder than a rock again, watching her sister with eager, fever bright eyes. They were all just waiting, waiting, waiting for the main event of their coupling. Even Anathema and Narcissa on their other side had grown quite, Anathema whispering sweet nothings to the blonde as they cuddled and she recovered. She could feel their eyes on all of them, watching, waiting for the storm to come.
When Andy’s hips finally met hers Hermione could have sobbed in relief. Bellatrix perked up looking at her sister with a grin. “You pull out when I push in, got it?”
Andy nodded, already looking a bit strained at not coming. Hermione was gripping her rather hard, but how could she not. The woman’s cock was thick. It was just what she wanted right now, but that didn’t change that it was girthy and it had taken her a good while to open up for it.
“Thank Merlin.”
And then Bellatrix was pulling out and thrusting back in so hard she jolted Hermione. It took Andy a second, but then she was doing just as her sister said, withdrawing as the older of them was pushing in, tipping them back and forth between the two of them. Hermione could see stars dancing around the room and she wasn’t sure if it was a hallucination or if some magic had fired off and she was just seeing the after effects. She wasn’t much sure she cared which way it was.
“I can feel you against me,” Bellatrix cooed. “How does it feel ‘drommie? Don’t you love just how tight it is, how hard she grips us with both of us inside of her? Don’t you just want to pound deep inside her until you come so hard you see stars?”
Hermione felt drunk on the feelings, on the words, on everything. She felt like she was floating above her body right now. How was she supposed to take any more pleasure? And yet she felt her body building to yet another Earth shattering climax, rolling faster and faster down that hill, ready to launch into the abyss at the bottom, and this one she knew would be deeper than before, with both Bellatrix and Andy fucking her like a bitch in heat. She laughed once. Considering the fertility spell perhaps that analogy wasn’t that far off. It really was good that she’d taken that potion.
“Just wait until I’m fucking you like this Andy. It will feel just as good in a different way. You’ll crave it, beg for it, like our little pet here will after this, won’t you pet?”
“Yes!” Hermione wailed, but she wasn’t sure if it was an actual answer or just encouragement to keep thrusting into her. The heat was gathering in the pit of her stomach, tempting with its sinful pleasure, and she wanted .
“Want to do this again,” Andy bit out, “with me fucking her pussy. Please? Oh please?”
Bellatrix looked absolutely delighted. “You like feeling me on the other side of her that much, ‘drommie?”
“Yes.” It was a hiss, a confession, a benediction.
“We certainly can arrange it in the future.” She put a hand on Andy’s cheek. “Now that we have all the time we could certainly want, of course. You’re going to stay with all of us. Stay with me. I’m so happy that you will. I love you.”
Andy shuddered, thrusts losing their regularity. “Love you too, Bella. Gonna come in her. Are you close? Please be close. Wanna come with you.”
“I’m close.” Bellatrix was truly panting now, sweat forming on her brow, fucking Hermione with abandon, her attention split between Hermione and Andy, but Hermione didn’t mind that split attention in the slightest. Andy deserved to be welcomed back into the fold after all these years.
“Merlin, fuck, oh Bella!” Andy whimpered. Hermione felt the subtle swelling of a cock about to come inside her and knew Andy wasn’t going to last long.
“Yes, yes, yes, come for me ‘drommie. Come in Hermione’s ass!” She slammed forward one last time and came again, painting the younger witch’s insides just a second before Andy did the same. Hermione’s whole world lit up with pleasure, like champagne bubbles bursting on her tongue, bathing her cells in the feeling of concentrated ecstasy, as very single muscle inside her tensed and then released, rippling over and over until she was as relaxed and sated as she’d ever been.
When she blinked her eyes opened again, both Bellatrix and Andy were sandwiching her, still twitching from their own orgasms, but their panting breath had slowed significantly. “Well,” Hermione said, voice a bit hoarse. “We’re definitely going to have to do that again.”
“Understatement of the century, pet. You’re not turning in that statue.”
“No she most certainly is not.” Anathema appeared, hovering over all of them. “It isn’t a dark object inherently after all. And we certainly are the right hands.” She smirked. “That and outside of us there is no mention of this statue. I would know. I’ve been looking for it for years. The Ministry has no records of it. Any acts committed with it they think were just normal, non-magical acts. Fools, but that’s normal for government.”
“You still work for that government,” Hermione said, snorting.
“Yes, and with every good Unspeakable there is an alternate agenda.” Her smirk was lighting a fire in Hermione again. Merlin, was she ever going to get enough?
“I don’t have an alternate agenda.” She groaned. “Other than sorting through all those boxes and classifying everything as dark magic or not. I don’t know when I’m going to find the time now. It has to be done by Monday and I was already going to be cutting it close without a sex marathon.”
“Pet. Look who has a cock in you and think about that for a moment,” Bellatrix said, with an almost dramatic sigh. “I didn’t fuck all of your brain out did I?”
Hermione looked at Bellatrix and raised an eyebrow. Yes she had her cock in her, and so did Andy but what did that have to do with-- “Oh! You’ll know what is and what isn’t dark magic! You were there.” She slumped in relief.
“And what she might not be sure of, I’m sure I’ll know.” Anathema leaned down and kissed her softly. “We’ll need an hour or two to sort your work out and the rest of your weekend you can be in bed with us, hmm?”
“Oh, I’d very much like that.” She squirmed.
“Dolcezza, I think it’s time for our turn, don’t you? She looks like she positively wants fucked again.”
Bellatrix hummed her affirmation then sighed. “But she’s lovely just to stay in. So warm.”
Anathema kissed Bellatrix softly, their kiss growing in intensity by the second until they were practically devouring each other. Bellatrix carefully pulled out of Hermione just so she could get better leverage, trying to gain the upperhand, but with Anathema over her, it was a more difficult task. Hermione just watched on, hot all over from watching two attractive witches kiss.
“They do make a picture, don’t they?” Andy asked, finally sitting up coherent again. She pulled carefully out of Hermione, spilling a good load of come on the sheets as it leaked out of her.
“Mhm,” Hermione confirmed. “Do you think it will always be such a contest between them?”
Andy looked at her sister and Anathema. Bellatrix had executed some sort of twisting move that had gotten her out from under the dark skinned witch, while still leaving attached at the mouth. Anathema seemed delighted by this development, going by the increase in moaning and the gripping, possessive hands on Bellatrix’s back.
“Yes and no. I think they enjoy the tug of war, but they certainly aren’t competing, not really. That would involve a lot more struggle. The detente earlier set the tone. Anathema technically will submit, but only when Bella deserves it. And Bella has always loved a chase.”
“It’s hot,” was all Hermione could say in affirmation. She was losing brain cells by the minute, wanting them to break apart and both zero in on her and fuck her. Andy had been good and gentle and perfect for a first time. But Anathema and Bellatrix would take her and bend her to their will whether her body thought it could or not. And she thought that the orgasms from that would be spectacular .
Narcissa appeared behind Andy, apparently having gotten off the bed and walking around it to the other side to avoid the confrontation. “It is,” she agreed. “I want them both like that and I want to be in the middle.”
“I was just thinking that,” Andy agreed.
“Same.”
Narcissa snorted. “Who would have thought that two of the House of Black’s best would be so submissive.” She glanced at Hermione. “You’ve always had too much of a thing for praise not to.”
Hermione couldn’t exactly say anything to refute that, so she didn’t bother.
Narcissa instead leaned down and kissed Andy, running fingers through tangled hair gently, scratching her scalp until Andy melted under her into a puddle. The blonde drew back with a smile. “And I’m the one wearing the collar.”
Andy huffed. “It’s different with you and Bella and you know it.”
“And Anathema?”
They all glanced over at the two of them, Bellatrix now fighting to fuck into the other woman with abandon and Anathema laughing as she avoided the curly haired witch’s efforts.
“Who wouldn’t submit to that woman?” Andy asked.
“Bellatrix. But a fair enough point.” Narcissa traced one hand over one of the cuffs on her wrists. “When she asked if I wanted to be collared, that was the closest I’ve ever been to undignified.”
Hermione and Andy shared a glance that said ‘what about like thirty minutes ago when you were strapped to a wall and limp like a doll’ but neither of them actually said anything out loud. She very much imagined when Bellatrix and Anathema put a collar around her neck, and she was sure that it would happen and she would allow it, because fuck it turned her on so much just thinking about it, that she’d be rather undignified too.
Andy sat considering something for a moment. “I think...all we’ve really wanted was to know we belonged and were loved. It wasn’t like mother and father ever provided that.”
Narcissa rolled her eyes. “Now isn’t the time for psychoanalysis, not when there’s fucking to do.”
“You know I’m right.” Andy stuck out her tongue for a moment, which Narcissa took as open invitation to kiss her again, pinning her down to the bed and grinding against her slowly until her older sister was a whimpering mess.
Across the bed Anathema moaned. Hermione turned to find Bellatrix sinking into her to the hilt, looking blissful. Anathema’s hands dragged down her back, leaving red lines of pleasure and passion, only spurring Bellatrix on to pull out and fuck back into her hard as she could.
“Fuck, dolcezza,” Anathema groaned. “You feel so good.”
And then there was Andy moaning beside her and Hermione didn’t know where to look. How was she supposed to watch two pairs of them at once when she only had one set of eyes, but both of them were too hot not to watch. She was going to have to get the memory in a pensive and watch it as much as she wanted, that was the only decision.
She turned back to watch Narcissa sinking her teeth into her sister’s throat, Andy crying out, little begging noises startling from her as Narcissa continued to grind against her. The blonde pulled back and smirked.
“How does it feel, knowing you can’t come, but wanting to because I’m driving you to oblivion?”
“You’re an asshole, that’s what you are.”
Narcissa laughed. “And yet you didn’t ask me to stop.” Her hips pulled back until she was lingering at Andy’s entrance. “Do you want me to stop, sister?”
“Fuck, no, I don’t, I want--!”
That was enough for Narcissa to push into Andy slowly, stretching her open until they were both joined at the hip, a striking parody of when they were younger and hadn’t left each other’s side. Narcissa rested her forehead against Andy’s and sighed. They both stayed like that for a long, long moment, just breathing one another in.
Another groan pulled Herimone’s attention back to Bellatrix and Anathema. Bellatrix had flipped the other woman around until she was fucking her, face down ass up. She was bent over, whispering something in Anathema’s ear that Hermione couldn’t hear, but it was obviously having an effect. Anathema’s eyes were shut tight and her face was locked in a grimace of pleasure, just waiting, wanting, desperately meeting Bellatrix’s every thrust. She could hear the wet sound of fucking, but also she caught a glimpse of one of Bellatrix’s hands running over the dark skin of Anathema’s cock, jerking her off while fucking her.
“Please, please, please,” she begged, utterly ruined by the looks of it, and Hermione had never seen anything hotter. She came hard, spurting all over the sheets below her, but Bellatrix wasn’t done, hips still moving at a lightning quick pace.
“You can give me another one,” Bellatrix said, pulling back, grinning like a loon. “I know you can.”
Beside her Narcissa finally pulled out of Andy and pushed back in, much more reserved than her sister was fucking Anathema. Both of them moaned softly, still forehead to forehead, holding on to each other like they were the last anchor they had in the world. The difference could not have been bigger, but both were still so hot.
“Feels good,” Andy breathed out. “Really good.”
“Yes,” Narcissa groaned out. “You’re close already, aren’t you?”
“Mhm, this damned spell has us all on edge and then Bella just had to go and set rules.”
Narcissa laughed, a little breathless as she continued to fuck her sister. “She always loved to set rules. This isn’t exactly surprising.”
“I’ll give you that.” Any further words were cut off by a cry, body tensing, like she was about to come, and then nothing happened. Magic washed over Hermione and she figured the spell Bellatrix had put on her had done its job to keep her on edge instead.
“‘Cissa, I--” she whined.
“We’ll do this again when they’ve lifted the spell, then you can come on my cock like you want.” Her hips were already stuttering too. “Like I want. Oh Merlin. ” And then she stopped and there was another wave of magic. “If I don’t get to come for real the next time, I think I might go insane,” she panted out, collapsing against Andy like a rag doll.
“Bella!” Anathema screamed, muffled by the bed, as Bellatrix grunted loudly, coming inside Anathema handily.
“Fuck that was good.” She pulled out and flopped beside Anathema with a groan.
And here Hermione was, absolutely the only one who hadn’t been touched for the last ten minutes and she was the one who touched the statue. Not that she regretted watching the show put on for her, but still. She needed to come again or she’d be absolutely combusting right here and right now. She slipped her hand down her body and into her folds, plenty wet between her own wetness and the lingering come from Bellatrix that was still leaking out of her. She sighed, fingers finding her clit with ease, swollen as it was, and stroking it lightly.
“‘Thema?” Narcissa asked, sitting up on her elbows, eyes focusing on Hermione’s hand with hungry intent.
Anathema’s eyes blinked open blearily, irises burnished gold now around the edges with residual magic. “Yes, bella amore?” she asked, voice rough and even sexier with that accent.
“Hermione needs fucked again and I very much need to come. May I fuck her please?” She pulled out of Andy who whined with the loss, but didn’t hold her sister back.
“You may.” Her eyes blinked closed again, relaxing into the bed. “I think I might want her sweet mouth on me when I’m recovered enough, so keep that in mind when choosing how you want to fuck her.”
“Yes, ‘thema.” Narcissa pushed herself up, and nudged Hermione until she was flat on her back.
“Mmm,” Bellatrix hummed. “Then she can eat my come right out of you. Won’t that just be a treat.” She was also still sprawled out on the bed, boneless. It seemed like the spell had finally hit some sort of wall with them and needed a bit of time to recover. “‘drommie, get over here and cuddle with me. I want something to hold on to. And then you’ll be right here to fuck when I want something to fuck later.”
Andy didn’t question the order, pushing up and crawling across the bed until she laid down in Bellatrix’s arms and sighed, snuggling with her as if she’d never stopped doing it in the first place. Anathema scooted over just a bit until she was tucked her side against Bellatrix’s back, not strictly cuddling, but definitely enjoying the contact. They all relaxed quietly, leaving Narcissa and Hermione alone for the moment.
“You need it badly, don’t you, darling?” Narcissa asked her.
Hermione nodded frantically, unable to stop her hand from moving, even as Narcissa’s cock was only a few inches from where she needed it to be. She was intimately glad that she hadn’t had to ride this out alone. She was sure she could have, but it wouldn’t have been anywhere near as satisfying as it had been and was about to be again.
“So do I, so I suppose we’ll get along fantastically.” Her eyes locked on Hermione’s hand again and her face showed a clear debate, but her decision must not have been to stop Hermione, since she scooted forward without pulling it away. Instead she slipping inside the younger witch with ease, already worked open and well lubricated. Hermione whined loudly, body going from almost nothing to on the edge just with the addition of a cock inside of her.
“Oh you needed this, dear heart. Can you hold back for me just a bit longer? I’m afraid after all those held back orgasms I’m not going to last long either this first time and I’d rather take you with me.”
Hermione whimpered but nodded. She could do that, especially if Narcissa was close. The older woman drew back quickly, not dispensing with a few slow strokes as Bellatrix had to get her ready. She didn’t need that now. They both needed hard and fast and quick orgasms that would let them experiment with something slower, deeper, more intimate, later.
“Merlin, each of you feels so good,” Hermione managed to moan. She wasn’t exactly sure how she managed to find the brain power to do it, but she supposed as the brightest witch of her age there was some extra thought processing somewhere that had to be useful for something, even if it was just saying relatively obvious things during sex.
“So do you,” Narcissa panted out. “Oh, Hermione, give me that orgasm you promised me, I’m going to come.”
Hermione had no trouble with that. She stopped holding back the tide, and it came crashing in like a dam had burst inside of her. She felt herself clamp down on Narcissa, felt her inner walls milk the other woman, and then she was coming too, adding to the come Bellatrix had left inside of her, mixing together and keeping her filled with come. Hermione shivered more, a second smaller climax blending into the first, going and going until both her and Narcissa were spent for a few moments.
Narcissa leaned down to kiss her after a second to catch her breath. The woman was still rock hard inside of her, and Hermione figured that she was still more than a little pent up after the spell Bellatrix had put on her. The blonde pulled back from their kiss and blinked open sky blue eyes, almost obscured by pupils blown with lust.
“Slower this time, I think, don’t you?”
Hermione nodded eagerly. Slow would be good. Anything that any of her women would give her would be good, really, she wasn’t exactly going to be picky right now. She could feel the compulsion of the spell still within her, still as strong as it had been when they started, but at least no worse than before. She wasn’t sure if she could actually handle worse. As it was now it was just on this side of pleasurable with much dipping into pain, but she could see how it might if left on its own, or perhaps twisted by the hand of a Death Eater. She shivered again for different reasons, glad that the statue was now in their hands for a bit of...innocent was the wrong word but she supposed decent enough, innocent play now and again to let them explore their sex lives and no more.
Narcissa started to thrust again, slow, hard, and wiped all thoughts of the previous uses of the statue from her mind. Bellatrix had been longer than Narcissa, though not by a terrible amount, perhaps an inch, and Narcissa was in turn longer than Andy, though not as wide, and honestly half an inch or so difference wasn’t truly noticeable in skilled hands. Andy had fucked her well with Bellatrix. And Narcissa above her fucked like this was the first time that she’d used a cock. Considering she was already wearing a collar from Anathema and that they seemed to have an interesting sex life, perhaps it wasn’t.
“Have you done this before?” Hermione asked, a word between every jolting thrust that drove the air from her lungs and left her wanting, waiting for the next thrust to bring her that zap of pleasure, to drive her up and up towards another orgasm.
“Anathema has another spell she likes to use,” Narcissa answered in much the same way Hermione had asked, staccato words between thrusts and grunts and moans and Hermione almost lost track of the answer but managed to string it together eventually. “Can’t get you pregnant like this one can, though. Wanted the statue just in case we wanted to have another child. We’ve talked about it.”
Hermione’s eyes widened a bit. Narcissa with a little baby would be the cutest thing. Even if she hadn’t liked Draco growing up, she’d worked with him enough now that they were on decent terms. And one thing had been always clear. His mother had loved him with her entire heart. Perhaps to the point of spoiling him, but no parent was perfect, and love mattered most in the scheme of things. Hermione herself had thought about kids. She wanted them, but only after finding her preferred partner, and well, here she was with not one but four, all save Bellatrix, already having been mothers before that could help her out with being a first time mom. What a beautiful life that could be if they all wanted it. They’d have to talk and see. She didn’t know if Andy would ever want to take the plunge again for good reason. And being pulled together by a statue wasn’t exactly a guarantee. Not that it didn’t feel that way to her in the moment, not that she didn’t want it to be, but war had taught her to be realistic.
And yet.
“You would?” Hermione asked instead, hopeful tone somehow not diminished by the jerks in pitch and tone from a hard fuck.
Narcissa looked down at her for a moment, looked over her face, and then smiled brightly when she saw what she wanted to there. “We would.”
“We’d all have to fuck her and then see who’s come won the race,” Bellatrix said lazily.
“I’m sure it will be mine, dolcezza,” Anathema said, pushing up on her elbows now, still looking a bit drowsy, but eyes intent on Hermione.
“Mhm, we’ll see. Though at least if it was you it would be rather obvious even without a test. Between you and Hermione the baby wouldn’t stand a chance of being Black family pale. Honestly good, the sunburns are a bitch.”
Anathema laughed and kissed Bellatrix gently. “We still can burn, though it does take a bit more, yes. One time I was on a nude beach on a visit home and was burnt from the tops of my feet to my hairline. It was indeed a bitch as you say.”
The rest of their talk was drowned up by her building orgasm. It started as tingles in the base of her spine, promising to be spectacular, but slower to come. She was fine with that, as well as Narcissa was fucking her. She felt the pins and needles in her toes that started to climb up her legs as she got closer and closer. These slow to build orgasms she could feel from a mile off, building and building. They weren’t a very common occurrence, usually coming at the end of a rather mind blowing night of sex, but she had a feeling that they’d be more frequent with the four women on the bed. Then there was the almost empty headed feeling at the back of her skull, like she was being pulled up somehow, right to the peak of orgasm, to watch the rest of her body catch up. Narcissa bent down to kiss her slowly, tongue finding those little places that she was sensitive and using them to her advantage. Hermione just laid back and let her, everything in her tensing slowly, drawing up for the biggest release of the night as Narcissa's hard, slow strokes worked her up, striking the front of her wall in just the right way. She wrapped her legs around Narcissa to help her get just that little extra bit of thrust that sent both of them to moaning into the other’s mouth and then the tingles were shifted from lower back to her core, narrowing and narrowing until they exploded and she came, feeling a rush of wetness leave her as Narcissa’s hips stopped hard in the middle of a thrust, cock twitching inside Hermione, filling her again.
Narcissa fell into her arms, both of them panting and needing more than a moment now, even as Narcissa was still hard inside her. Hermione began to wonder just what it would take for Narcissa’s cock to soften, but then again, after she caught her breath she knew that she could go for another round too. In the morning, after this spell wore off, she was going to be so sore that she wouldn’t move for days, she thought, and definitely wouldn’t walk right. Andy could heal her of course, but she had a feeling that Bellatrix would want her to stay like that, to remind her of just how well she’d been fucked by the four of them and Hermione….well honestly didn’t mind.
“Up, bella amore, you’ve had your rest. I know you’re still hard. It’s time to go back to fucking her and it’s time to let me sit on her mouth and take my due,” Anathema said, somehow managing to look regal even as she crawled across the bed towards them.
Narcissa sat up as she said, adjusting herself so she could fuck Hermione without hovering over her, putting a pillow under her hips to put her in a better position and setting to work dutifully.
Hermione whimpered as Anathema appeared beside her head, smirking in a way that should be illegal.
“Hello there, cara mia, are you having a good time?” she asked, shifting so one of her knees was nudging Hermione against the shoulder.
Hermione nodded, watching carefully, waiting to see just when Anathema was going to offer up her pussy to be worshipped. As much as Narcissa fucking her felt good, she wanted to make Anathema feel good too. And then Anathema would fuck her too, she had a feeling her mouth was just the warm up the dark skinned witch wanted before going out with a quite literal bang, and allowed Narcissa time to finally finish up as well as an added benefit.
“Good, can’t have our cara feeling anything less than her best, hmm?” She swung her leg over Hermione’s head, still sitting up enough that she wasn’t in reach of Hermione, smirking down at her. “After all, how can you make anyone else feel delicious if you aren’t feeling appreciated.”
“I can make you feel appreciated, if you’ll let me. Please?” Hermione asked, staring up at the wetness gleaming on Anathema’s lips.
“Who am I to say no.” And then Anathema sat down enough that Hermione could surge up and start licking.
Anathema’s wetness tasted different than her come. It was more bitter, a touch sweet, and the salty note was more an aftertaste than anything. It was still more than addictive. She cleaned up everything that had smeared on her thighs before diving back in to lick long stripes from her entrance to her clit. She didn’t really need warmed up like this, none of them did right now, but it certainly didn’t hurt, and certainly she didn’t mind tasting more of the other woman. It took a few strokes, but eventually she could taste the saltiness of Bellatrix’s come leaking out of her with more of her wetness. Hermione hummed, pulling a moan from Anathema, before she plunged her tongue into the woman, endeavoring to gather every last bit of come from the woman and swallow it down. There was just something about the combination of the two women that was intoxicating like this just as they were when they were fucking her. Anathema certainly didn’t mind the treatment if her increased moans and flowing wetness were anything to go by. It was running over Hermione’s chin now and starting to leak down her neck. She was going to look absolutely wrecked after this and she didn’t even begin to care.
“Oh, Bella, she’s eating you out of me just like you said,” Anathema said, muffled to Hermione by the woman’s lovely, ample thighs.
She didn’t hear Bellatrix’s actual reply, but she did hear the pleased cackle. Which of course Bellatrix would cackle about such things. Hermione wasn’t even a bit surprised.
Hermione doubled her efforts. The taste of Bellatrix was waning now, but Anathema’s was getting more intense, the moans she could hear longer and louder and Hermione figured that she had to be close. She was going to push her over the edge and then probably be pulled over herself with all the excess satisfaction from doing so coupled with the good fucking Narcissa was still giving her, building her up yet again. She could feel just how much come was inside of her and if anyone decided to eat her out like she was Anathema, well it would be a lot longer before the taste faded.
She slid her hand down so her fingers could stroke across Anathema’s cock. The woman above her stiffened immediately, a high pitched whine coming from her throat that Hermione thought the woman had never voluntarily made before. She smirked into her core and plunged her tongue in as deep as she could, wiggling it around, feeling Anathema’s thighs start to shake.
Narcissa below her was starting to fuck her faster, losing control of her hips, chanting something to herself that Hermione thought was the word please but she couldn’t quite hear enough to be sure. Hermione found herself flung towards orgasm faster than she’d been planning, and she needed to tip Anathema over now before she lost all coordination again. She fisted her hand around Anathema, no longer just teasing with her touch, but with actual intent now, jerking her off, feeling her shaft twitch in her hand, almost there.
Anathema put her hand on top of Hermione’s not warding her off, just guiding her. “Yes, yes, cara just like that. I’m going to come all over your beautiful breasts.”
Ah, that was reason she’d grabbed on. If she’d come without guiding Hermione, she would’ve mostly come all over her own stomach and Hermione’s hand. Well, as sweaty as she was from all the activity, a little come all over her tits wouldn’t really hurt. And she had to admit the possessiveness of coming all over her body was hot. So she continued to jerk Anathema off, waiting for the pressure that would tell her it was time to aim somewhere, and otherwise eating her out with the abandon of a starving man finally getting access to food.
Anathema’s hand pushed down with urgency a minute or so later, and then she was coming, filling Hermione’s mouth with wetness and covering her tits in come, sticky stuff pooling in the dips and valleys of her skin, warm for a few moments before cooling, sending extra shivers through her, and throwing her over the edge of orgasm with just that little added sensation. A few thrusts later and Narcissa was following the both of them, crying out and coming inside Hermione for the third time and this time, she finally, finally went soft. Hermione smirked. She’d finally done it. Good.
“Oh cara,” Anathema said, lifting off of Hermione on shaky legs. “That was wonderful.” She gently pulled Narcissa out of Hermione, setting her at Hermione’s side. Narcissa looked almost asleep, she was so blissed out on finally being able to come until she was satisfied. “But that was certainly only the warm up.”
Hermione looked up at her with hungry eyes, waiting for what was next, what she had been so certain would happen after she’d gotten her off and Narcissa had come. She licked her lips and tasted Anathema still, covered from the neck up in her wetness and where that stopped in her come. She had to look thoroughly debauched and she definitely was, really. Perhaps another time she might feel embarrassed about that, but now, with Anathema looking at her like that? Oh she didn’t feel anything other than like she was a sex goddess waiting to be worshipped and to worship another in return.
Beside them Bellatrix had started to fuck Andy in the ass, just as she’d promised she would at some point while Hermione had been trapped between Anathema’s thighs and hadn’t heard a thing going on. Andy looked absolutely wrecked, trying her best to hold herself up as Bellatrix fucked her, but her arms were shaking and her face was bright red, little moans escaping her mouth with every single movement her sister made. It was hot to watch out of the corner of her eye, hotter to listen to, but she never really took her eyes off Anathema, waiting for the other woman to make her move.
Anathema smirked as she finally nestled herself between Hermione’s legs. She gripped her shaft, lining it up with her entrance, and she had the passing thought that she was glad that she’d already been fucked by both Bellatrix and Narcissa because Anathema was truly gifted in the cock department and it would have been difficult to take it all had she not already been both so aroused and stretched out. She pushed in carefully, aware of just how big she was, but Hermione had no trouble taking her. Anathema’s hips met hers and they both sighed. The connection between them like this was even greater. She leaned up to catch the other woman’s lips for a long moment, tasting her, letting herself be overwhelmed as Anathema found her wetness on Hermione’s lips and went wild with it. She pulled back and fucked Hermione with some of that same wildness, setting more than a moderate pace, but nowhere near as fast and hard as Narcissa had that first time. Hermione felt the magic in her, felt the statue’s influence cresting between them. She could feel the end now, if not with this last orgasm with Anathema, then perhaps one, maybe two more and in the meantime this oragasm with Anathema was going to rewrite her DNA for just how good it was going to be.
“Do you feel it?” Hermione asked, arms wrapping around Anathema, pulling her closer, wanting as much contact as possible, needing it, craving it.
“I do, cara.” Anathema’s mouth dropped to suck at her neck, creating hickey after hickey, marking the places that Narcissa hadn’t managed to reach before in the hallway.
And Hermione could feel the threads of magic from Bellatrix and Andy coursing over her too, drawing tighter and tighter as both of them quickly approached their climax. To a lesser extent from Narcissa, lying beside them, looking up at them with glazed over eyes, still not fully back in her own body after fucking Hermione to three orgasms in a relatively short amount of time. The magic was bigger than all of them, but only because it was a combination of them, not some indescribable force. The statue just pulled things out of them, wrapped them up together in a pretty package, and nudged them all in the right direction.
At least when it came to the love match portion of the spell. The magic cocks were a slightly different story, but Hermione allowed herself to feel poetic in the moment because there was always something connecting her to these witches, she just didn’t know it. And she would enjoy getting to know them better and getting her brains railed out in the meantime.
Anathema laughed into the skin of her neck. “I can taste your thoughts on your skin, cara.”
“Are you sure you just aren’t a very good legilimens?” Hermione shot back. That would explain how she was such a damned good unspeakable.
“A lady never gives up her secrets.”
Hermione gasped as Anathema hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her, mind going black for a few moments before she could pull herself back to a sensible enough person for a comeback. “Not even when you’re inside of another lady? One would think I deserved a few secrets.”
“Those secrets are for when you wear our collar, cara.”
Hermione groaned at that thought, clenching down on Anathema just slightly. She wanted that. A bit in the future, yes, but not far off. “Unfair,” she said, instead of just begging to be collared now like a decent portion of her little lizard brain wanted.
“I never said it was, but they are my rules. I’m sure Bella has some interesting rules of her own that you’ll try to get out of some way by trying to be oh so clever. And then we’ll take great pleasure in making sure you never try the same thing twice in a very pleasurable way.”
Hermione both felt and heard Andy coming, the magic rebounding now, drawing them all closer together again where it had been so open before that such things weren’t noticeable. Bellatrix followed a second later, grunting, hips jerking, until she pulled both of them down onto the bed to rest, whispering sweet nothings into Andy’s ears.
“Who says I’ll get caught.” Hermione wasn’t even sure she said the words out loud. She couldn’t feel her mouth moving, brain focused on much more important things at the moment.
“You’re a Gryffindor, cara, of course you’ll get caught.” Anathema dropped a hand to Hermione’s clit and started to rub, a bit uncoordinated, but did it really matter now when the magic was thick, ready to see its mission done?
Hermione really didn’t have a comeback for that, hearing the distant echoes of McGonagall in sixth year asking them ‘why is it when something happens it’s always you three.’ They’d definitely always been caught then, they’d just been allowed to continue for one reason or other until the end of the war. Any and all stealth she knew now was because of her Unspeakable training, and from some of her and Harry’s flight through the woods.
“Come, cara, come for me.” And the command was clear in Anathema’s voice, unyielding, and Hermione couldn’t really do anything but follow orders. Her back bowed, muscles so tense for a moment that she felt drawn up like she’d been shocked, but then everything released and the endorphins that rushed through her were so very overwhelming, she couldn’t begin to even process a fourth of the sensations coursing through her. So she just didn’t. She let herself feel, let herself be bathed in everything happening to her, and the rest she just let float right on by until her body stopped quaking, and Anathema was on top of her, not boneless, but as close to it as she’d seen the woman come.
The magic around them was gossamer thin now, but it had one last mission, still feeding Anathema and Hermione those little aftershocks as it went about its business. It pulled them all towards one another, lifting Bellatrix up, who in turned nudged Andy to come along, letting Narcissa roll over again so that she was against them, all of them settling together, breathless, needing time, but knowing there was one last thing to do, and Hermione trembled at the thought of it. All of them together at once. She didn’t know how she was going to handle it, and yet, and yet.
“I’m going to sleep for an age after this,” Narcissa mumbled into Hermione’s neck. “I’m so incredibly tired.”
Hermione hummed her agreement. She’d been tired before this, exhausted even, and the magic given energy that she’d had, well, when it was going she would be surprised if she didn’t sleep at least twelve hours straight without breaks. Godric, it sounded blissful.
“Sleep is for the weak,” Bellatrix said, ironically right before a yawn that caused her jaw to crack.
“No,” Hermione muttered. “Sleep is the second best thing invented.”
“And what’s the first?” Bellatrix asked, teasingly, tone saying that she already knew.
“Books,” Hermione said, sticking her tongue out at the woman, even though she knew that her eyes were still closed.
Everyone on the bed laughed at that, including Bellatrix herself. “Fair enough, I suppose. A good book is useful, afterall. Sleep, though.” She waved it off. “Who has time for all this laying vertically and hallucinating. I have things to do in a day.”
“Places to see, people to do?” Andy chimed in. “Somehow I don’t think that’s the saying.”
“No, but accurate enough for us,” Bellatrix said, pulling herself down Hermione’s body, flipping her over halfway onto her side and arranging her much like a rag doll. She didn’t mind, feeling that it was somehow connected to the next and last round of sex.
“Mmm, sleep in a bed this big,” Andy hummed. “I think I could starfish and none of you would even touch me.”
“And yet I know you’re going to wake up cuddled to one or the other of us and why not just start out that way, honestly.” Narcissa rolled her eyes.
“Because, I’m asleep when that happens, and not when I’m spread out like that. It’s about the comfort, Narcissa.”
Both of them stared at each other for a moment before Andy stuck out her tongue again and Bellatrix caught her mouth in a kiss preemptively. “Both of you hush, I’m going to fuck Hermione in the ass. ‘thema is going to fuck her again as she was. And you two can work it out amongst yourselves which one of you gets her mouth and which one of you gets her tits. Now shoo.”
Narcissa and Andy looked at each other for a moment before the blonde moved until she was level with Hermione’s chest and Andy was hovering above her head. She smiled down at the younger witch before casting a cleansing charm on herself, magic tingling across Hermione’s scalp in the run off. Anathema pushed herself up onto her knees in front of Hermione, pulling one of her legs up to rest on her shoulder just as Bellatrix was getting into position behind her.
It really hit Hermione then, all of them in position, but waiting for some agreed upon sign to start, that she was going to take all of them in some way, shape or form. Godric, that seems far too much, far too decadent. And yet before she could perhaps overthink it, Bellatrix started to push into her, cock lubed with a silent spell, not quite as thick as Andy had been before her, but not thinner by much, opening her up slowly until she was seated inside Hermione.
Her hips meeting Hermione’s ass seemed to be the sign that everyone else was waiting for because Narcissa pushed sandwiched her cock between Hermione’s breasts, Anathema’s come coating her shaft as she pushed Hermione’s tits up to gain more friction and started to thrust experimentally, trying to find what felt good. And then there was Andy, feeding her that thick cock that had Hermione’s jaw aching to take all of it into her mouth at once, sucking lightly, mostly tasting clean skin and nothing more exciting as of yet. Then Anathema pushed inside of her easily, her muscles not having had the time to relax back into place from their last fucking.
Hermione sat there overwhelmed, so much was going on, so many sensations, she tried to suck Andy’s cock to the best of her ability while Anathema and Bellatrix started to thrust into her, both of them drawing out and fucking in to her at the same time and the same pace, a doubling of feeling that had her almost out of her mind immediately. Andy didn’t seem to mind, moaning above her anyway, obviously not used to such treatment. Hermione wondered idly what a blow job felt like, but the thought was wiped away as one of Narcissa’s hands moved over just enough that she could pinch Hermione’s nipple as she seemed to find a rhythm and pressure that worked to send her hurtling towards her own orgasm, thrusting between ample flesh. The fact that it was only possible because Anathema had come all over her tits already wasn’t escaping her, and that only made it that much hotter.
“How does it feel?” Andy asked her sister, panting, starting to gently thrust into Hermione’s mouth like she couldn’t quite help the action.
“Better than I thought,” Narcissa huffed. “I thought Lucius was just be his normal idiotic self when he requested to this and I let him, but perhaps for once in his life he was on to something. It’s certainly variety.”
“She has the breasts to do it.” Andy massaged her own tits, bigger than Hermione’s by a size or so, perhaps the biggest out of all of them, and if anyone deserved to have their tits fucked other than Hermione, it was assuredly her.
Narcissa seemed to have the same opinion as Hermione, looking at her sister’s chest and then looking hungry. “So do you. We should certainly try that later.”
Andy moaned, cock hitting the back of Hermione’s throat now, but with the odd position of her being over her head, it wasn’t quite so triggering, so Hermione easily kept back the urge to gag. Not that Bellatrix and Anathema hadn’t loved her gagging on their cocks earlier, but Hermione was a woman of pride and she wasn’t about to gag if she didn’t have to.
Bellatrix’s hips sped up a bit more than Anathema’s, the pattern now not a true syncopation, but perhaps half a beat off every time, jolting and jarring Hermione, making her squirm, but there was nowhere to really squirm to, trapped between as many bodies as she was. She was forced to lie there and take it and she loved it. It rocked her so much that Narcissa’s thrusts were forced off their tempo, but that didn’t seem to be a bad thing, the shocks to Hermione’s body only serving to jerk her cock in new ways that sent her to moaning, with Andy not far behind, accidentally thrusting more into Hemione’s mouth then she would have otherwise.
She had the passing thought that all of them joined like this was like some sort of perverse symphony. Bellatrix seemed to be setting the pace and they were all just following her will towards the finale. She could feel the end nearing, practically see the magic swirling around them, the swelling of the melody triumphant around them, sighs and moans a chorus more beautiful than anything Hermione’d ever actually heard in a concert hall. These were her women, brought to her by a spell, sure, but hers now by choice. She wanted to reach out to all of them somehow, but with two hands she was going to have a hard time with that. She settled on reaching for Narcissa and Andy, hands finding one of their hips and feeling soft skin beneath them, and then squeezing down on Bellatrix and Anathema, drawing groans from the both of them.
“Fuck, pet, that should be illegal,” Bellatrix managed to say, voice strained, but her hips still thrusting steadily.
“Or only legal when we say it is,” Anathema agreed, half an octave higher than normal.
“Merlin, I’m going to come,” Andy panted. “Her mouth--ngh.”
Bellatrix and Anathema nodded at that, knowing first hand just what it felt like.
“Yes,” Narcissa hissed.
Hermione just whimpered around Andy’s cock, ready to take her load, ready to take all of their loads really. She felt like she was balancing on a tightrope, but wasn’t going to fall until someone dragged her with them.
“Almost. There. Too.” Bellatrix’s words were choppy again now, focus going to other things besides sounding like a normal human speaking.
Anathema just hummed her agreement.
Hermione felt herself draw up, felt the moment like a rubber band about to snap, tension so high, so stretched out, waiting to fling herself elsewhere the second she was let go. And then Andy came down her throat with a choked gasp, and one by one the others came too, just a second after the last. Narcissa coated her collarbones and neck with her come, jerking hard and moaning, pressing Hermione’s tits together just a bit too hard, sending pained pleasure arcing through her. Then Anathema with a quiet mewl, hips thrusting all the way into Hermione, and coming deep inside her. And then there was Bellatrix, cursing in what Hermione thought might be Greek, but she was so far out of it she didn’t actually trust her ears to be right, caught halfway in a thrust, bursting inside of her, last little jerk throwing Hermione over the edge until she lost sight of the place she’d been before, darkness closing at the corners of her vision for a few long seconds before she fell back to the bed, completely exhausted and spent. She wasn’t going to be moving anytime soon.
What may have been a few minutes or few hours later, there was stirring on the bed around her. She felt a cleansing charm wash over her, making her shiver from the over stimulation. Someone picked her up, probably Bellatrix, if the amount of curls tickling her skin was any indication, and carried her to the bathroom.
“Come on pet, take care of yourself then we can go to bed. Wouldn’t want something to be sore tomorrow, hmm?” And then Bellatrix set her down to do just that, rooting around in the cabinets mumbling about toothpaste and toothbrushes, until she found the extra that Hermione kept for herself when it was time to replace her old brush, duplicated it four times over with a quick wave of her hand, and just how much magic could the woman do without a wand? Her brain wasn’t up to thinking about that yet, so she did as Bellatrix said, taking care of herself, brushing her teeth with her toothbrush, and managing to shuffle out just as Anathema brought Narcissa in for the same treatment.
She found the bed turned down, the sheets cleaned with another cleaning charm, smelling of laundry soap and lightly of lavender. Andy was tucked, cleaned, into Hermione’s favorite reading chair in the corner, already dozing. She wondered if she should nudge the woman awake and tell her to go get ready for bed, but decided against it. Her legs had gotten her back to bed but that was all she could count on them for. She crawled to the middle of the huge bed, tucked her legs under the covers, and flopped down. A few minutes later she felt the bed sink as someone laid next to her. She opened her eyes to find a slightly awake Narcissa beside her, finished now with her ablutions too, and smiling the almost absent smile of the well fucked and tired. Hermione couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss her lightly, tangling their legs together and sighing. It was soft, it was perfect, and just what she needed.
She pulled back a second later, something occurring to her. “No cock?” She had a longer question in mind, but that was all her tired brain was able to actually put into words.
“No, pet, after our little nap they were gone. The magic dissipated with that last orgasm,” Bellatrix said, helping Andy into bed on the other side of her.
“Mmm, ok.” And she settled back, pulling Andy to cuddle her more fully. She knew she had said something about wanting to starfish, but she didn’t think the other woman would mind skipping a step this time as tired as they all were.
There was shuffling around as Anathema and Bellatrix finished getting ready for bed. One weight crawled over and laid behind Narcissa while the light flipped off above them and then another was in bed a few seconds later, curling up behind Andy with a satisfied sigh.
“You should pick up fertility statues more often, pet,” Bellatrix said quietly, hand coming to rest on Hermione’s stomach possessively.
“Mmm, yes, like perhaps next Friday after a nice date to an Italian bistro I know,” Anathema agreed.
“I’m always down for carbs and wine,” Bellatrix’s voice was slipping into sleep.
“Good. Now I just need to make sure that our Hermione doesn’t have so much work and it will be perfect.”
Hermione hummed, smiling, silently agreeing, wondering just how Anathema was going to accomplish that and wondering if she could be there to watch as her boss was twisted into some sort of sputtering pretzel as he bent over backwards to accommodate Anathema. She supposed she would see on Monday. Until then though, she was warm, she was tired, and she was surrounded on all sides by her loves, and she slipped off to sleep easily and didn’t wake until well after the sun rose on a new day to share with them.