As Hermione knelt in front of me, I met with Fleur's gaze, enjoying the view greatly. What I enjoyed most wasn't the way she looked - although amazing in that soft robe - but her expression.
Victorious and smug… and most importantly, not jealous the slightest, even as Hermione crouched in front of me and freed my shaft. It had great promises for the future. I had no intention of limiting myself to a woman… even one as spectacular as hers.
So, watching her slowly get into the mood for assisting my conquest was spectacular, showing just how far she had been corrupted.
Of course, that didn't mean I didn't notice the amazing shape that appeared as her robe continued to slide down, revealing her left shoulder completely. It created a large valley, one that turned her earlier cleavage into a show, the edge of the wedge touching her navel, exposing most of her tits.
Only her nipples were hidden, but even then it only added to her beauty rather than removing anything. It was a spectacular, amazing show, so it was particularly difficult to look down and meet Hermione's gaze as she looked up.
Luckily, with my shaft halfway in her beautiful mouth, and the way her red nightie hid nothing of her body, the view was amazing enough to make that decision less of a torture.
I watched Hermione's face contort in anger. An arousing sight, but, if I was being truthful… I felt a twinge of fear. It was not the best idea to anger a determined woman that was just about to capture my most sensitive organ between her teeth. Especially a girl like Hermione, who had a reputation for escalating unnecessarily in certain circumstances.
Luckily, two things were for my benefit. First, she was still convinced that it was a play to convince Fleur. Doing so would mean sacrificing the war effort.
And, the second, Fleur had managed to turn into a competition, and Hermione was more than ready to blame the magically supercharged beauty for my 'straying', especially with her low-key inferiority complex going on.
"Come on, sweetie, you can't blame me," I said as I grabbed her head. "Now, let's show her how much we… love each other."
Hermione's gaze flashed a warning, but that was all the reaction she could show as I pushed her head down, testing the entrance of her throat once more.
"Much better," Fleur said as she pivoted slightly to the side; the movement making the robe open further. "The love, the passion, the desire… Prove it to me," she said.
Hermione might have an answer to that, but with her throat blocked, she wasn't in a position to deliver that. And, the speed I was pushing her down certainly didn't help.
The room fell silent other than Hermione's gagging, and my gaze soon turned back to Fleur, her half-opened robe drawing my attention. Especially since she leaned back, with a glass of wine in her hand, acting like she was just watching a movie.
But, I was familiar with her expression enough to see just how badly she was getting aroused.
I let Hermione pull before I could explode, and she pulled back, gasping and breathing. Only after a few seconds, she gathered herself enough to look at Fleur.
"You're enjoying yourself," Hermione said, her frustration enough to overshadow her arousal. "You weren't kidding when you said you liked to watch…"
"In general, yes," Fleur answered with a drawling tone, then took a slow sip from her wine. "This particular one… not so much."
"Oh, really!" Hermione growled, and I grabbed her hand and pulled her onto my lap just in case she might decide to attack her.
"Well," Fleur said as she raised her arm, which made her breast show. Yet, she smirked confidently, like nothing was wrong in being exposed, even as her shift finally completely parted the front of her robe open. "You're enthusiastic, I'll give you that, but it was hardly a skillful display."
"Do you want us to put up a show?" Hermione answered, and for a moment, I thought it was just a theoretical question, but then I recognized the intensity of anger she was displaying. I couldn't help but wonder if this was the holy grail of personal moments, or the beginning of a violent reaction.
I hoped for the first, but tightened my grip just in case.
"If you think you can handle it," Fleur said dismissively as she waved her hand, which made her robe slip even further, adding an impressive layer to the show.
I couldn't help but enjoy the fascinating glimpse of their bodies, Fleur's incredible beauty battling with Hermione's more grounded, yet no less spectacular beauty. Fleur might have her magical allure, but that I long used to ignore, treating her just as an aphrodisiac, and Hermione had the advantage of her seating.
"Oh, I can handle it, you 'ittle pathetic voyeur," Hermione said, mocking Fleur's accent, and even as she said that, she raised her hips. "The question is, can you handle it?"
Fleur just sent back a mocking glare, and Hermione met her gaze. I would have loved to examine their expression more, but then, Hermione's hips came down, fast, forcing me to close my eyes as the pleasure invaded my whole being.
She was playing for the keeps.
"How about this," Hermione growled with pleasure even as she parted her legs, giving a shockingly vulgar display of what was going on to Fleur, though I was more surprised by her initiative than anything else.
I had to bite my lips to prevent a premature explosion - as it would have been a pity after putting in all this work. However, it was hard, as Hermione's hips danced mercilessly, determined to milk me dry to prove herself to Fleur.
Fleur wasn't my work any easier. She didn't even bother removing the robe, just waved her wand, vanishing every bit of clothing she was wearing, revealing her naked, supernatural beauty. The visual stimulation was already explosive, but luckily, she kept her legs closed to hide her wetness.
I felt my shaft stir in response, begging for my permission to explode. My willpower was the only thing that prevented it.
Having watched their argument, I wasn't too shocked at their responses, but I still enjoyed it greatly, especially when Fleur decided to up the ante a bit more and started playing with her breasts, her fingers disappearing in the depths of her breasts.
"Don't feel jealous," I chuckled as I grabbed Hermione's tits, squeezing them until her moans exploded even louder - with her hips picking up even more speed.
She was determined to kill me.
Admittedly, it wasn't the first threesome we had together, but the last time, it was a surprise for both of them - with Hermione still not knowing Fleur's participation. Here, not only they were fully aware, but they were the ones escalating the situation, which added another layer of pleasure to the enjoyment I was getting from the situation.
Amusingly, as they both got heated, another emotion added to the fray. Embarrassment, realizing that their goading might have escalated too much for both parties.
Yet, neither gave even the slightest sign of wanting to stop, far too happy with the show. Hermione's hips started to move even faster, while Fleur finally made another sacrifice and let her legs part open, her fingers disappearing into her wetness.
Clearly, she stopped trying to act cold, and just decided to enjoy the show instead.
Her indirect admission of failure turned on Hermione even more. "Fuck me hard, sweetie," she gasped. "Let's show her how it's done."
Which was all the permission I needed to grab her hips and push her forward. Hermione yelped in shock, clearly not expecting that, but before she could react, the distance between her and Fleur was already gone.
Unbalanced, the best she could do was to grab Fleur's shoulders to maintain her balance. I slid behind her, ramming into her repeatedly as her body rocked. "How about this, love," I answered, watching as Fleur's eyes widened at the sudden closeness.
Yet, Fleur's fingers didn't stop while her gaze bounced between Hermione's face and her bouncing tits. She fingered herself desperately as she watched the show, Hermione crying with pleasure with each push…
Soon, their moans mixed together, breaking what little willpower I had, and filling Hermione. Hermione put her weight over Fleur as she breathed hard, trying to suppress her trembling.
Then, a moment later, she managed to push herself to her feet, smugly looking at Fleur even as she leaned against my side. "I think that should be enough proof of how I managed to convert him to our side," Hermione said smugly even as she reached between her legs, dipping her fingers into my seed.
Then, she brought her stained fingers to Fleur's mouth, and before she could react, slipped between her pouty fingers. "What-" Fleur tried to say, silenced by Hermione's fingers.
"Just in case you need more direct evidence," Hermione answered with a smug tone, then leaned to kiss me on the cheek. "Why don't you apparate us away, honey," Hermione whispered. "I'm feeling rather horny after our… foreplay."
With a smirk, I followed her order and apparated away, leaving a shocked Fleur behind right at the edge…
Curious how she would make Hermione pay for her parting shot the next time.