Mission: Dangle

"Since black is, oh, so your colour, Snape, we'll be starting," Tonks announces, turning the board around appropriately, so the white pieces stand before her and Remus. Remus waves his wand over the board, and I give Snape a quick look – but apparently whatever Remus just cast over the board wasn't cheating.

"Tactically, you should grant your opponent the first move, Nymphadora. Thereby you may take full advantage of their mistakes," Snape replies calmly. His fingers haven't moved, still teasing the soft skin of my thighs, but damn, I wish they would. He has me so utterly distracted...

Tonks immediately moves a pawn, gives Snape a smug look and then settles her self backwards so she is leaning against the box between Remus' legs.

"How very novel," Snape replies, pulls his wand from his pocket and languidly commands one of the black pawns to move accordingly.

Remus, who also seems to have a firm grasp of the game, smiles and moves yet another pawn into place. And then all eyes are on me. Why, oh why, didn't I let Harry and Ron teach me how to play properly? Merlin, I don't even know what is at stake here...I skull back my drink, feeling it float straight to my head. That didn't help me think, but at least now I am a little more relaxed.

"Come on, Herms," Tonks prods.

My eyes flick to Remus', hoping maybe he can help me out. No luck. "Hermione, just move a piece," Severus whispers silkily in my ear. "It doesn't matter...either way you win."

"Wait. I win what? It seems I'm the only person who doesn't know what's at stake here. Anyone care to fill me in?" I ask. Honestly, it's not like I don't trust the three of them, but well...Snape has a rather intriguing sexual appetite, and with Remus so close to the full moon, Merlin knows what he's up to. And Tonks...well, I must admit, she's an unknown quantity.

Remus chuckles. "Sorry, Hermione. Certainly. It's like wizards chess...you understand that?"

"Well, yes..." I reply. I understand the rules, I can't for the life of me win, but hey.

"However, there are consequences to having your piece taken. For example, if you move and take our pawn, there, you elect either Tonks or I to drink the contents of the piece and to lose a piece of clothing."

"The pieces become more interesting, Miss Granger. The bishops vibrate," Snape murmurs in my ear, his fingers just barely flicking over my damp folds beneath my skirt. I shiver at his touch, my mind momentarily clouded. I barely notice him summoning the piece in question, until it is drawn along my bare inner arm... oh, yes, I do believe I will happily sacrifice a bishop to have that...elsewhere.

"The taking of a knight gains you oral sex from one of the opposite team," Tonks says, shooting Snape a malicious smirk.

"The rooks are filled with various substances to be used on you by the other team. Massage oil and the like," Remus adds in, and I think I see his eyes drop to my bare legs. "The Queen gains you sex."

"And in final defeat, when they surrender their King, we will be at liberty to make those two do whatever we wish for them to do," Severus finishes off, a note of certainty in his voice.

Bloody hell. Well, I suppose I'm up for it – not that it appears I have much choice! All in all, it sounds like I'm in for some fun...I'm a little disappointed I'm on Snape's team – wouldn't have minded being able to make him do things, but then again... He's currently sliding his fingers slowly through my folds under my skirt and it certainly doesn't look as though play is going to be limited to the game's rules. I look at the board, and slowly it comes into focus. It would appear I'm quite free to take one of their pawns, but, well, it could be a set up and ...

"Take the pawn, Miss Granger," Severus prompts. As I slide forward to move the piece, his fingers plunge inside of me, making me gasp. With a quivering hand, I take the ebony piece and move it onto the same square as their ivory one. Then, I can't help it; I buck down on Severus' fingers a few times before settling back in his lap, his fingers departing me as I do.

"So, which one of us do you choose, Hermione?" Tonks asks, rather smugly, their defeated piece hovering above the board. I'm sure she's certain I will choose Remus, and I am very tempted to pick her instead, just to spite her, but to be honest, I'd far rather admire Remus' bare upper body, to see those firm muscles in his arms flexing as he moves his piece...

"Remus. Shirt off," I say with a grin.

Remus shrugs off his shirt, then plucks the pawn from where it now floats before him in mid-air. The very top of it has flicked open, and he raises the piece to his lips, draining it.

"Hmmm, rum. Not too bad, either," Remus states, placing the empty piece down on the floor.

Tonks moves again, this time taking one of our pawns. "As usual, Severus, I'm sure you have far too many layers on for any normal wizard, so we might as well begin. Cloak off."

Snape waves his wand lazily at himself, his cloak disappearing and reappearing, folded neatly, on the couch beside us. He grasps the pawn, drains it, and then quickly makes his move – another pawn, but no pieces taken this time. Remus, however, has more luck.

"Sorry, Herms, as much as Severus has so many more layers to lose, I really think it is for the good of all of us that you lose that shirt."

Oh gods. I'm going to be sitting here half-naked. Well, okay, Remus is too, but it's not the same! I mean, he's a man...oh, yes, he is a man. He's watching me ever so intently, his chest simply begging for my fingers as Snape continues to tease lightly at my cunt, just enough to keep me interested. Bloody hell, Herms, what are you thinking? Severus Snape is sitting beneath you, touching you in the most intimate way right in front of these two, one of whom you've shagged on numerous occasions, and the other who is obviously about as prude as her dear cousin, and you are worrying about taking your shirt off?

Severus' fingers leave my legs, scoot up my belly, leaving damp trails, until he reaches the two closed buttons. He slides each through its hole, then, drawing his fingers along my collarbone and then my shoulders, he pulls the shirt from me. I look down at my bare chest, not that surprised to find my nipples taut peaks from Severus' teasing, and a slight flush across my chest. I look back up to find both Tonks and Remus appraising me. Tonks look is hard to judge, but she certainly doesn't seem hostile. Remus, on the other hand, is transfixed. Warm hands suddenly slide over my breasts. Severus lets my nipples slip between his fingers, leaving the tight buds exposed to Remus' watchful eyes. I moan; Remus lets out a guttural growl.

"Nice tits, Granger," Tonks says suddenly, making me wince. I'm really not that comfortable having her watching – well, maybe not her specifically, but she...is a she.

Snape leans me back against his chest, lifts one of my breasts up and takes a swipe at it with his tongue. The heat against my taut peaks contrasts to the chill of the evening air. I forget all about Tonks watching...almost...

"Drink up, Hermione," Tonks prompts me, and next thing I know Severus is pressing the open pawn to my lips. I cautiously run my tongue over the rim... I have no idea what that taste is, alcohol of some sort, but...oh, what the hell. I down the lot. Almost immediately, a warmth spreads within me, clouding my mind even further, illuminating my senses. Severus' mouth continues to taunt my nipples, sometimes sucking, sometimes licking...always driving me crazy.

"C'mon, Severus, your move," Remus interrupts us, but Snape's tongue continues its ministrations as he lifts his wand and makes a move without looking.

Remus lets out a low growl of triumph, but I can't focus my eyes clearly enough on the board to see what has happened. I hear the box beneath him protest slightly as he raises himself from it, and the odd creak of a floorboard. Remus is now kneeling below us and Snape slowly parts his legs, pushing mine further apart in the process, my moist cunt chilled by the air.

Oh bloody hell.

"Little...underdressed, Hermione," Remus murmurs, his voice hitching in his throat. I look down at him, his eyes locked with mine as his hand moves closer and closer to where I need it most, the bishop buzzing in his hand.

The bishop vibrates against my damp folds, sliding easily over my sensitive flesh. Slowly it approaches my clit, nearer and nearer, my arousal building until my clit is alight, buzzing beneath the cool piece. Remus fingers move over my skin, pulling my clit taut, accentuating the power of the bishop. My eyes fall closed again as Snape's fingers find my other nipple...oh Merlin. The feeling from the bishop is so intense that I am almost forced to push it away, but the fervour is mellowed by the way it is completely and utterly driving me into ecstasy. Fingers delve inside of me – Remus. Oh...Merlin, so, so close. Remus' fingers stroke my insides, each movement drawing me nearer and nearer until I am whimpering in Snape's lap. Oh, it's not going to take long like this...I can hardly stand it, but it is such sweet torture...

"This, Hermione, is just the beginning," Snape whispers against my ear, his mouth replaced at my breast by his other hand.

I moan in return. It's the best I can muster.

Suddenly Remus fingers leave me, as does the bishop. Damn them! My eyes fly open, just as Remus swaps his ministrations around – the bishop is thrust quickly inside of me, drawn in and out in quick succession, never ceasing.

"I don't know about you, Lupin, but watching Hermione come right now would be most agreeable with me," Snape murmurs, tugging slightly harder on my nipples. My backside grinds into Snape's lap, his erection straining against me. What I wouldn't give to have him driving into me right now, filling me...oh...bloody...Merlin. Remus' thumb has found my clit and he's roughly rubbing my sensitive bud and...

"Oh Merlin!" I cry out as my orgasm overwhelms me. I quake against Severus, his fingers clamping down on my nipples. My hips push down on the bishop and Remus' fingers...

"Bloody hell," I hear Tonks murmur in awe. Tonks! I'd forgotten she was there...

But opening my eyes, I find her sitting across from me, the chess board obscuring most of her, but from the angle of her arm and the slight flexing of her muscles there is only one possible thing she could be doing. Her eyes drop closed and her body quivers slightly, that and a slight gasp the only things that belie her orgasm. As much as I hate to admit it, I am warming to the idea of...well, her.

"Well then, Herms, I believe it is your turn," she says, pulling one hand up above the table. Within her small fist is their other bishop. She casts a quick cleansing spell on it and replaces it on the board. "I'm certainly up for something more...satisfying." She gives me a grin, and settles back against the box. Remus haults midway to lowering himself back to his seat, his eyes meeting first mine then drifting to Severus'. With the grin upon his face, I can only assume he would be fairly content to watch whatever it is that Tonks' has in store for me. Boys.