Incubi 3/?

She had never seen anything like it. They radiated power and seduction and sex. Their eyes almost glowed with intent and intensity. The beauty of the two men was almost blinding. The power of two fully mature, albeit young, incubi was being unleashed upon her. She didn’t stand a chance.

            “Come here Hermione.” Each of the incubi reached out a hand to her. Unable to look away from them she somehow found the strength to let go of the balcony and take a step towards them…

            All they had needed was that one step. It was the physical incarnation of her acquiescence. In the back of her mind she could hear no-longer-dominating part of her mind ask her what in Merlin’s name she thought she was doing. There was no answer. The power in each of the two men flowed from them and wrapped her in their thrall eliminating any resistance.

The coercion of incubi victims wasn’t physical. Physical coercion bred mental resistance and resentment. Instead the power seduced the mind and spirit coaxing the, in this case, witch, to come to them completely willingly. Later she would think of how the pheromones worked their way into her mind releasing chemicals that overpowered her neurons. Later she would go over her behavior wonder why although even skilled Legilimens found it almost impossible to access her mind, that she simply had no resistance to these two men’s thrall. Later she would think about this way too much.

Now however she wasn’t thinking at all. Her heart didn’t even have time to beat as they seemed to appear instantly beside her. She was turned was being snogged as though their lives depended on it by Draco in the next instant. The experience was beyond anything Hermione could have imagined. His lips were hot and heavy on hers. There was no questioning or hesitation, the kiss as arrogant and demanding as the man. Before she could react to it much less enjoy it she was pulled away.

Blaise had been as patient as was possible given the situation and allowed Draco a few seconds before taking his turn. He didn’t immediately kiss her instead he ran his hands ever so slowly along the line of her chin and up to tangle in her hair at the sides of her head before tilting her head back to receive him. His lips were just as hot as Draco’s but laying out a trap to ensnare her instead of the all out take-no-prisoners attack. Blaise was so skillfully distracting her that she never felt the pressure or heard the pop accompanying side-along apparition.

Somewhere in the back of his mind Draco was blessing the day his parents gave him his own wing… on the other side of the manor. It meant no interruptions or even knowledge of what was about to happen. All three sets of parents would assume that they just got bored and went back to school. In fact the blonde would have gone there to his and Blaise’s private rooms but he couldn’t apparate directly into them and walking from the gates wasn’t an option.

His incubi decided that it didn’t like Draco’s coherency. It pushed him to pull Hermione out of Blaise’s arms. He had to give Blaise credit. He didn’t complain at the interruption and instead made himself useful and divested himself of multiple layers of clothes. Then he worked on Hermione’s. Actually he just got impatient and used his wand to banish her clothes back to her room. With the loss of her robes Hermione found that the room, with cooling spells to facilitate its normal occupant, was chilly and pressed forward to try and steal the heat that was radiating off of him. Blaise saw her shiver and wrapped his arms around her bringing her skin to skin with his chest. His lips were launching an assault on the side of her neck. Not really realizing what she was doing she tugged at Draco’s clothes, in her current state fruitlessly, in order to try and get closer.

He released her to Blaise while he made quick work of his clothes. Blaise took the opportunity to catch her around the waist and walk her backwards toward the room-dominating bed. As he leaned her back onto it he couldn’t help but notice that while the red had certainly looked good on her tonight, she looked even better naked and surrounded by green. His preference for the color certainly had no effect on that judgment.

            Almost immediately she was joined on the bed by Draco. Blaise had to take a minute to remind himself of what breathing actually required. The two of them together on the bed in front of him was arresting at best. Snapping out of his trance he got his arse into bed with them. Draco was on her neck. Blaise started at the bottom.

            Hermione was convinced that this couldn’t possibly be happening. It had to be a dream. The only problem was that she wouldn’t have thought of this in order to dream about it. The mouths, one on her collar bone, and one on her ankle seemed to be trying to convince her that this was indeed real. They were doing an outstanding job. For someone who was too buried in books to even look at boys the sudden physicality of the situation was severely heightened. Along the way Blaise kept a close eye on her face. When he nibbled the inside of her thigh just above her knee he smirked in triumph. He had made her look like she had during the mousse.     

            The Italian left her legs when he saw Draco nearing her breasts. He skimmed his lips over her as he went sending shivers down her spine at the barely-there contact. He managed to time his arrival at the same time as the blonde. Hermione’s eyes flew open as they attacked in sync. Two completely different techniques left her gasping and her mind sparking. Draco nibbled and licked while Blaise countered it with the softer movements of just lips and occasionally tracing patterns with his tongue. When they both sucked at the same time she arched at the feeling with a soft moan.

            The pushing of their demons made the two men relentless and merciless. She might not be ready for the heady sensations but they gave them anyway. Combined with the pheromones it was putting her mind into overdrive. She ran her hands over their backs and dove them into their hair. She was desperate for something… she just didn’t know what. Blaise left his place and traveled up to fixate again on her mouth. She met him in intensity. Draco left his place too but traveled downwards instead. Hermione was preoccupied with the mouth on hers and didn’t notice that Draco had moved until she felt him part her thighs and fix his mouth between them. Her hips bucked but were held in place by his strong hands.  She whimpered around Blaise’s lips. When the blonde’s lips caught her most sensitive spot between them she thrashed in his hands.

            Between her newness and Draco’s expertise it wasn’t long before she was constantly whimpering and desperately clinging to Blaise who still had her mouth ensnared with his while running a hand across her breasts. She ripped her head away from his. “No… I can’t… I can’t…too much…” A tongue twist from Draco proved her wrong and tore a keening cry from her as her world exploded. Then the world went dark.

            The two incubi trembled as the force of it washed over them in waves. The energy was overwhelming. More so than either had felt before. It knocked them for a loop and it took them a lot longer than usual to recover. After they had settled their incubi, fully satisfied with the energy that Hermione had released, retreated leaving Draco and Blaise to be themselves again. They were always calmest after the incubi had been… ‘fed’ seemed to be the most appropriate word.

            They locked eyes each slightly panicked about what just happened. They hadn’t intended this and weren’t sure how Hermione would act. Turning and expecting to meet a furious or just scared girl they instead were met with closed eyes and great view. Deep even breathing alerted them to the fact that she might not be okay.

            “I think she passed out…” Blaise met Draco’s gaze. Now that the raven haired warlock had begun to think clearly the reality of the situation was hitting him at full force. “She’s going to lose it when she wakes up. She’s barely kissed let alone what we did tonight. She’ll blame herself… after all to her it was a hormone reaction.  With two… Merlin, Draco.”

            “Somnius” Draco had summoned his wand and it was now pointed at the deliciously naked brunette behind him. The spell would keep her asleep until he released her from it. “Calm down Blaise. Panicking won’t help anyone. Least of all her.” At this point he wasn’t in the best mood. A certain body part was letting itself be known… painfully.

Blaise had sat up and now dropped his head into his hands. He dragged his hands over his face and looked back at Hermione. She was beautiful and innocent as she slept. There was nothing he could have done to prevent this, as much as he hated to admit it. Things had just moved a lot faster than any of them had predicted. It wasn’t as if she hated them… but she never would have done this without the pheromone intervention.

The incubi were fighting with them about him stopping. They could have her right now, just release her from the spell. If she hadn’t passed out… Before he could stop it a smirk graced Draco’s features. He had Blaise had managed to make her pass out from an orgasm…

“Draco, stop. We have to figure this out.” Blaise grit his teeth as the Draco’s lusty thoughts washed over him again. He shook with the effort to keep a clear mind. It killed him when the solution popped into his mind. “She can’t remember.”