Epilogue

Epilogue:

Hermione:

She’d never felt such happiness before. To be loved and so wanted by the two most interesting, fascinating, incredibly attractive men she’d ever met: it made her whole body flush with excitement. Draco, still naked, lay on the bed beside her as they kissed, his tongue sliding in and out of her mouth like the mascot of his house. Severus had returned his attention to Draco’s erection. It was almost too much to bear: she couldn’t decide whether to focus on kissing Draco or to watch what Severus was doing to him.

As Severus sat up, Draco pushed her away and grunted his displeasure at Severus.

“I think it’s about time we join you in your nakedness; don’t you agree, Draco? Besides, there are more pleasurable activities we could be doing…” Severus’s voice brought an aching to her area as she watched him casually flick away both his clothes and hers.

Lying there in her nakedness, she had but a moment to take in the spectacular sight of her Potions master in his full glory. Draco, from underneath her, pulled her on top of him, letting his hands explore every curve of her body. His erection pushed against her until she could no longer bear it any longer. She bent her hand down and guided him into her.

Severus approached her from behind, letting his tongue and his lips trail the arches of her back and neck. She felt a gentle nudge as his erection pushed against her second hole.

“May I, Hermione?” He asked, his teeth gently nipping her ear.

Draco chose that moment to start moving inside her, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her. She turned her head back, finding Severus’s mouth eagerly waiting for hers.

The pressure against her second hole grew as he gently entered her. A moment of agony before the pain began to subside, and then she could only feel the dual pulsing of Severus and Draco within her.

They began to move as one, filling her with ecstasy until she could not contain it any longer. Spasm after spasm shook her, and cries of joy poured from her lips one after another.

When she began to have trouble maintaining her position, Severus gently pulled from her, and she rolled off of Draco. For a moment, they caught their breath, and then Draco climbed on top of her…

Draco:

The pressure to explode was nearly unbearable. He had never—never—experienced pleasure like that before, which shouldn’t have shocked him so much since Hermione was the first woman he’d ever been with. And to feel Severus’s cock pulsing so close to his own… He needed more, wanted more.

He climbed on top of her, letting his hands rest on her curved breasts. Her hair was splayed out under her—still furry, still brown, but beautiful. He pushed into her again, felt the wetness surround him before he began to move.

A familiar pressure prodded his hole hesitantly.

“For Merlin’s sake, Severus, do it!”

Thin lips grazed his ear as he whispered, “Do what, Draco?” Pressure as the entrance began. “This?” Fullness flooded him, and he pushed into her harder in response. “Is this what you want, Draco? To be fucked by your Professor?” His cock lay twitching inside him, agonizing in its stillness.

“Yes!”

“Then say it. Say it so she can hear you.”

“I want to be fucked by my Professor!”

And he was. The once-still cock began thrusting, harder and harder, rubbing his inside until he thought he would burst. Hermione moaned underneath him, reminding him of the location of his own cock. Within moments, he and Severus had found a rhythm: they pushed and pulled in unison until their cries of exquisite pleasure swelled in unison with their bodies.

His Professor, his own wondrous Gryffindor… he loved them both. He had them both. And they both, at that moment, had him.

Severus:

His penis ached for release, but he wouldn’t let it. Not yet. Not until he’d had his taste of Hermione. He bit Draco’s ear playfully and whispered, “Fancy a switch?” When he nodded, he pulled out of Draco, quickly cast Scourgify on his penis, and lay down next to the only woman who had ever truly loved him.

Her cheeks were glowing, her breath labored, and he watched her face as lowered himself onto her. Her mouth tightened as he entered her and then released a moan.

“Would you like me to move, Hermione?”

“Y—y—y—,” She caught her breath, focused her deep eyes on him, and firmly said, “Yes!”

He began to move in her, gently, feeling the curve of her surrounding him. He let his eyes absorb every detail of her body: the rise and fall of her breasts, how her mouth opened and closed with each release of a moan, how her hands gripped the sheets underneath her as each wave of pleasure took her…

A bite at his neck pulled his attention from her to him. Pulling Draco’s lips onto his, their tongues playfully battled. Draco entered his hole quickly, without holding back.

The pulsing of Draco’s penis seemed to echo in his own, as if their two bodies were truly one. Within moments, the spasms of Hermione joined theirs. With each pulse, he felt it three times. With each thrust, he knew happiness. With each moan, he knew gratitude. And with each moment, he knew love.

All his plans, they could never have culminated like this. And when the final culmination happened, it was for all three: together.