Ch. 31— Wish Fulfilled

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Hermione gasped in astonishment as she looked into the equally startled eyes of Severus poised above her. She found Lucius at her side; both wizards as nude as she and grasping some part of her. For Severus, it was her shoulder and her nape as if he had been preparing to dip down and kiss her. And Lucius had a handful of her breast, his mouth inches from laving its tip.

She opened her mouth, a torrent of questions flooding her mind, but Severus only shook his head and growled, "Later, witch. For now, just feel."

And Hermione closed her eyes on a gasp as she felt Lucius's lips close around her nipple while Severus's mouth descended on hers, and she surrendered to their embrace—their finally touchable embrace!

Lucius's knowing hands were doing wicked things to her insides, stoking her higher and higher in need and want. And Severus kept her engaged in other ways, challenging her with his lips and tongue, daring her to meet him kiss for frenzied kiss. He suddenly broke contact, and growling, nuzzled her neck as she shivered.

Lucius kept at her breast with his teeth and tongue, laving and licking her, moving his other hand until it was poised just above her sex. Feeling a tingling begin in her lower abdomen, Hermione opened her eyes and looked up. Severus had summoned his wand to him and was even now performing a contraceptive charm while she watched.

Trembling, she looked over to find Lucius studying her solemnly. "Hermione… is this what you want, dearest? Severus and I? If you want us to stop, we shall. If you want us to be patient while you think things through, we can wait."

She looked up at Severus to find his eyes brimming with unfulfilled need, but he was waiting, seemingly holding his breath for her decision.

Biting her lip and looking from one to the other of them, and feeling more than a little overwhelmed... After all, it was quite one thing to wish them there with her and quite another to have them actually be there, appearing out of thin air—FOR GODS' SAKES, STOP THINKING, HERMIONE! She chided herself. STOP THINKING!

"Yes." She nodded with certainty, clearing her throat. "Yes, this is what I want."

At her words, Lucius closed his eyes and bowed low over her, kissing the skin at her nape while Severus gave her a penetrating stare, scorching in its intensity, caused her to blush and her mouth to go dry.

Easing his way until he was lying down fully beside her, Lucius whispered softly in her ear, "Now turn on your side facing away from me, dearest."

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The logistics of a triad were so much different in reality than in dreams as Severus was quickly beginning to discover. Hermione was lying between them, facing him with Lucius behind her.

And even as Severus watched, he heard Lucius encourage her. "Relax, Hermione. Breathe in and out, love. That's right. There's a good girl. Now hold it." She did so, her eyes looking up at Severus in uncertainty. "And now, let it out but slowly." She did as bid, and Severus saw her gasp. Her lovely eyes went wide as Lucius filled her fully from behind; his course aided by the ample moisture produced from her arousal.

"We shall go slow." Lucius calmly told her, sweeping the heavy fall of hair away from her neck and nuzzling there.

She nodded, pushing back against him and reaching blindly for Severus in front of her.

Looking up, Lucius met Severus's eyes with a level stare. "We will go slow at first."

Severus tacitly nodded his agreement, adhering to the unspoken command.

And reaching down, Lucius gently lifted her leg and rolled her until she was reclined on top of him, impaled fully as he lay upon the bed.

She gasped, her mouth opening in a soundless moan, and Lucius clutched her to him by her breasts, palming and massaging each adroitly, encouraging her. "That's it. That's my girl. You're doing so well, Hermione. So well, my dear." And Severus could see her start to tremble and quake above the blond wizard, little micro-tremors that had Lucius closing his eyes and gritting his jaw tight.

Severus could already feel himself approaching the precipice. Gods! But he hadn't even entered her yet!

Unacceptable.

Giving her a poor showing, no matter his previous lack of sexual experience was unacceptable. Ruthlessly, he began to calm and center his mind, divorcing the emotion the image of his love being impaled from behind by his best friend and brother evoked.

The witch would come with him inside her. He would make her come moaning out her release.

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Hermione gulped to see Severus move above her. She bit her lip, already feeling more than full with Lucius inside her anally.

And Severus was big—much bigger than she was used to seeing in a man.

"Hermione." The dark wizard said sternly causing her to meet his gaze. "Keep your eyes on mine. I want to know what you're thinking, what you're feeling. I want your every thought as I make you mine."

Ah, so no pressure then, she thought.

She saw him smirk. "Oh, there will be plenty of pressure, witch," Severus mumbled as he looked over her shoulder and nodded significantly.

And then Lucius's legs were parting while Severus lowered himself carefully between them. Her legs were then hoisted to his shoulders, and Hermione bit her lip, reflexively clutching at Lucius inside her in nervous anticipation. She heard him give a stifled groan, his hands clenching reflexively at her breasts.

Severus met her eyes, and she gulped as she watched him deliberately bathe his length in the moisture he found between her legs, lubricating himself. Still his eyes did not leave hers, and Hermione's breath quickened, her body trembling.

Positioning himself at her entrance, he thrust forward and impaled himself fully within her.

Hermione gasped, her mouth flying open in a silent scream as the force of her orgasm ripped through her.

She had never felt so filled.

Two sets of hands clutched at her as she continued to tremble in the wake of her climax, one at her breasts, the other at her shoulders— its grip bruising in intensity. Yet, even as she thought it, the pressure on her shoulders lessened as Severus let go.

She panted, and he wiped her now sweat-beaded brow, moving the bit of hair that had fallen across her cheek distracting her.

"Keep your eyes on mine, Hermione." Severus entreated. "Eyes on me and just feel."

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Lucius felt Severus slowly begin to move, the dark wizard's concentration—his exacting focus—centered on the witch between them. He was using legilimency to keep himself in control, and Lucius couldn't blame him, especially considering this was Severus's first real sexual encounter to date.

Of course Severus was also using it to find out just how much the gel could take. The both of them did not want to hurt her, and whereas she had been so accommodating in her dreams; in reality, things could be quite different.

Lucius put a hand on Severus's shoulder, keeping his other at Hermione's breast and felt the gel gather with the beginnings of another orgasm. Lifting his knees, he moved his hips slowly in counterthrust to Severus's movements, synchronizing, filling her fully on every upward stroke, causing the witch between them to gasp, her mouth opening in little breathless pants.

Oh, this would not do. Not at all! In her dreams, Hermione had been uninhibited.

And how well Lucius knew she liked to moan. His other hand left her breast, and unerringly found her nest of curls, caressing the little moist pearl within. Her legs began to quake and shudder where they splayed above Severus's shoulders, but it still wasn't good enough for him.

Lucius was after her moan.

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Oh, gods! It was almost too much for her to take.

Severus kept watching her, his dark eyes never once leaving her own. And every time she thought it was too much, that either she would shatter into a million pieces or beg them to stop, he would pull back his pace just slightly, giving her time to breath— to adjust.

And then Lucius began manipulating her clit, and Hermione closed her eyes at the varied sensations assaulting her. Movement lessened and then ceased altogether, and her eyes flew open in surprise to once again encounter Severus's stern stare.

"Don't. Close. Your. Eyes." he ground as he punctuated each word with a thrust of his hips.

Then he plunged, and she gave a startled yelp as his hips began snapping up and down faster and faster. Lucius held her anchored to him, one hand still ministering to her clit, plucking at the sensitive nerve endings.

"I want you to moan, my dear." Lucius entreated her softly, murmuring and nuzzling her neck. She whimpered. "Moan your pleasure. Moan for us as we push inside you." He snapped his hips as well, bringing them up sharply in counterpoint to Severus's piston-like thrusts.

Blindly, she reached back behind her, grasping Lucius by the hair as she reached out her other hand for the back of Severus's neck.

Another snapping thrust from both men, and she came with a conquering moan.

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Lucius rolled his hips, thrusting viciously into the gel as she rode through her orgasm. Oh, but there was the sound he was looking for: his triumphant, confidant, satisfied mate! Lucius let fly with a strangled cry, thrusting into the witch, spilling himself inside her while Severus continued to pound.

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The little witch whimpered and moaned beneath him, trembling with the aftershocks Severus kept giving her, and he was unrelenting in protracting all of their pleasure. She still kept her eyes connected with his, and Severus could read her every thought, the predominant being MORE! and OH, GODS! YES! PLEASE!

From his periphery, Severus saw Lucius's eyes close and his head fall away as the blond wizard rode through his own orgasm, clutching Hermione tight.

And Severus continued his constant pound into her.

Her eyes implored his as he read her thoughts:

Come, Severus. Please! I want to feel you come!

Severus closed his eyes, immediately lowering the occlumency shields he had in place.

One more thrust, and with a strangled groan, Severus Snape came.

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Hermione watched, trembling with little aftershocks of pleasure and fatigue, as Severus bowed his head over her and finally sought his own release.

Gods, but the man was control incarnate.

She felt herself continuing to arc and grip the both of them from within, and Lucius growled, burying his nose in her nape. Severus was still bowed over her, his hair an inky black curtain framing his face, hiding him from view. With a trembling hand, Hermione reached up to move some of the hair out of the way so she could see his expression.

Was he alright? Did she do alright?

Her hand was deftly caught before she could touch him. Caught and kissed and then held in his own hand that was less than steady as he looked down at her. Severus's knowing eyes were still penetrating in their intensity.

He was still reading her thoughts.

"Never for one moment doubt it, my dear."

She blushed, having no idea if he meant it as a compliment to her that she did 'do alright' or that he would always be attempting to read her thoughts.

He only smirked, and with a wave of his hand, summoned his wand to him. Her mouth opened in a small 'oh' of wonder as she stared. How did he do that?!

Gently, he slid himself from her depths and lifting her slightly away from Lucius, waved his wand, and the three of them were clean and the bed linens restored properly to rights.

Hermione was slightly disappointed when Severus did not immediately lie back down in bed with them, but Lucius more than made up for it by turning her towards him and kissing her soundly. She heard Severus speak, and then he was back in bed, sneaking up behind her and drawing her into his arms while the blankets settled around the three of them.

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Sometime later…

Holding back a muffled giggle, Hermione asked, "He doesn't even realize he's doing it, does he?"

"He hasn't a bloody clue, witch. Listen." Severus pressed the 'resume' button on Hermione's iPhone. With the volume turned to its lowest setting, he began to carefully increase it as the song continued to play. Holding the device up in his hand, the both of them held their breath as they listened to the barely audible singing coming from the bathroom:

"We can dance if we want to. We've got all your life and mine. As long as we abuse it, never gonna lose it. Everything'll work out right. Say-hey We can da—… … … …SEVERUS!"

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The End.

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A/N: I sincerely hope you've enjoyed reading my story Incubi. My thanks go to all of you who have taken the time to read, and especially to those of you who have taken the time to follow/favorite/and-or leave a review.

This fic would not have been possible save for one very special person in this authoress's life: her husband. Ladies, if you're single, and looking for a man, look for one that will let you read your fanfiction to him ad naseum and then provide you with valuable insight!

If you find that man, HOLD ONTO THAT ROCKSTAR! He's a keeper.

And finally, it's worth mentioning there will be a companion piece to this novel.

Although I feel Incubi can stand on its own, a sequel of sorts is already being plotted out in my very actively nefarious mind: one that involves the inner workings of Lux Aeterna, a muggleborn witch's ongoing struggle to find her identity, and the not-so-estranged wife and son of a certain blond wizard.

And I may also do a couple of one-shots along the way before I debut… so keep watch! :D

As always, dear readers, thank you so much for taking the time to journey with me in this very unusual but highly gratifying 'ship. And I do hope you had just as much fun reading as I did writing.

Until next time,

xxkattiaxx