Hermione and the Weasley Men - Part Two
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Explicit Sexual Content; NC-17; Group Sex; Incest; Violence; Rape; Non-con; Body Modifications; Dominion & Submission
[Part Four]
Once Harry located Bill and his brothers, it took some time to convince them to visit Hermione in Cairo.
It was only after hearing that Lucius had raped and nearly beaten Hermione to death, that the shock of how close they came to loosing her permanently, that the Weasleys agreed to see her.
Their protective instincts rose with the need to comfort their mate, even though they had been apart for nearly two years.
After visiting Hermione in the clinic, and spending hours apologizing, comforting each other and hashing out their feelings and expectations on all sides, the Weasleys returned to Dubai with the understanding that Hermione would join them once she was able to.
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Hermione arrived at the Weasley flat three weeks later, healed but still traumatized. Lucius had been sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban, but had been found murdered in his cell not a week after he entered the infamous prison.
Bill, Charlie, Fred and George welcomed her happily but cautiously. They all had much to redeem. It took another three months before Hermione was comfortable to share a bed with the four of them together; although one man usually spent the night with her, holding her through her nightmares.
When Hermione initiated sex between them for the first time in over two years, all five of them shed tears. The next morning Bill proposed they enter into a binding ceremony.
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“I, Hermione Jean Granger, bind myself to William Arthur Weasley; Charles Malcolm Weasley; Fredrick Gideon Weasley and George Fabian Weasley in body, mind and soul from this day forward.”
“I, William Arthur Weasley, bind myself to Hermione Jean Granger; Charles Malcolm Weasley; Fredrick Gideon Weasley and George Fabian Weasley in body, mind and soul from this day forward.”
“I, Charles Malcolm Weasley, bind myself to Hermione Jean Granger; William Arthur Weasley; Fredrick Gideon Weasley and George Fabian Weasley in body, mind and soul from this day forward.”
“I, Fredrick Gideon Weasley, bind myself to Hermione Jean Granger; William Arthur Weasley; Charles Malcolm Weasley and George Fabian Weasley in body, mind and soul from this day forward.”
“I, George Fabian Weasley, bind myself to Hermione Jean Granger; William Arthur Weasley; Charles Malcolm Weasley and Fredrick Gideon Weasley in body, mind and soul from this day forward.”
The five lovers touched their wand tips together, watching in amazement as multi-colored sparks flew up and swirled around them. The lights twined together and exploded in a bright flash, leaving the group stunned for a moment. Looking down, Hermione gasped, “Look at our hands.” On the ring finger of each person was a braided band.
Once the thrill had died down some, Bill looked over at Hermione seriously, “It’s time, pet. Are you ready for the next step?” Hermione swallowed hard but nodded her acceptance. “Then, we will be waiting in the sitting room for you.”
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‘I can do this,’ Hermione told herself as she examined her nude form in the mirror - only a few external scars remained. Despite the terror of her last day with Lucius Malfoy, Hermione was strangely grateful for his tutelage in dominion and submission. Until he had taken her, Hermione was firmly resolute that she was not submissive - only to find that she craved to be mastered, in all areas, not just the bedroom.
Taking another deep breath, Hermione exited the bathroom, dropped to her hands and knees to crawl out to the sitting room where her pack waited.
She pressed her forehead to the floor at the entrance of the sitting room, waiting for the command to enter. Light glinted enticingly off her nipple rings and her juices coated the one in her clit. She could feel how slick her inner thighs were becoming.
“Come in, Hermione,” Bill’s husky voice welcomed her back into her pack.
Hermione crawled beguilingly towards the oldest redhead, smirking silently at the groans of appreciation from her mates. She stopped before Bill, who had risen up from his seat. She pressed her forehead to the ground again, before sitting back on her legs - tall and assured - yet still submissive to him. Hermione kept her head up, looking forward, her shoulders back and keeping balanced on her knees and toes with her buttocks clenched to hold them off her heals. Hermione’s hands splayed over her thighs, resting and waiting for his command. She was breathtaking in a way she had not been before.
Bill circled her quietly, noting the improvements to her stance. He could sense her acceptance of her submissive side, but he wanted to be sure was truly ready. A silent motion to the others had them surrounding her in a loose circle, anticipation gleaming in their eyes.
“You will strip us, one by one, ending with me. No fondling or kissing is allowed at this time, do you understand, pet?” Bill demanded.
Although her heartbeat had risen with being surrounded by her mates, Hermione kept her voice steady, “Yes, Master Bill.”
She rose fluidly and approached Fred first, who smirked at her. He remained still and loose limbed - neither helping nor hindering as she began to remove his clothing piece by piece. When he was nude, her breath caught in admiration, but she obeyed her instructions and moved onto George. He too remained passive as she slipped his shirt off, followed by trousers and briefs. She gazed at his engorged cock which was already glistening with pre-cum, she licked her lips, but resisted the temptation to taste him and moved over to Charlie.
His eyes glittered dangerously at her, and Hermione swallowed hard. It took more effort to remove his clothing, as he refused to make the process easy for her. His hands grazed her body, pulling on her rings and massaging her breasts as she vainly tugged on his shirt. When she was finally kneeling in front of him after helping him step out of his trousers, he moved forward, brushing her lips with his prick. Hermione pulled back, and Charlie followed her, earning a stern “Charlie” from Bill. He stepped back, allowing her to attend to the Master of the Pack.
Hermione could feel the intensity of his gaze as she approached Bill. He allowed her to slip his shirt from him, before he caught her hands to still them. Bringing them together, he grasped both wrists gently in one hand and raised her chin with the other so they could stare into each other’s eyes. Hermione suddenly felt tears flood her caramel orbs and her lip trembled with the effort not to cry. She felt the bone-deep awareness of his body near hers; she longed for him to thrust into her, claiming her as his. Hermione needed to feel their souls mingle, and she nearly collapsed with a need that hovered on despair. She felt sick at the memory of her past defiance’s, and a tear slipped down her cheek.
Bill gently wiped the tear from her face, and claimed her in a deep kiss. Hermione shook against him, and he could taste the salt from the tears that kept cascading down. He drew back and engulfed her in a strong embrace, “Shh, sweetheart, we’re here, we love you and we aren’t going anywhere, nor are you - you belong to us, with us. We aren’t letting you go again.” He soothed her gently as Hermione finally let go of all the doubt and pain from the last few years.
Fred, George and Charlie moved closer, enclosing her in a group hug, whispering their reassurances as well. Hermione sobbed, “I’m so sorry for leaving, please forgive me Masters.” She cried, her heart breaking for the pain she had caused them.
Bill stroked her hair, “All is forgiven, pet. It’s all right, sweetheart - just let it all go; we have all the time in the world to make this right between us.” He rocked her gently until she finally sniffled and hiccupped as her sobs died down. She was presented with a handkerchief, after tidying herself up and accepting a glass of water, Hermione was ready to continue.
She sank to her knees before Bill and gazed up at him lovingly. She still had some trepidation so she daringly took one of his hands in hers and gave it a gentle squeeze of thanks. Hermione then turned her attention to his trousers; like Charlie, Bill had gone commando.
His bulge strained against his pants, impressive in size, so Hermione was very careful when she popped the button and lowered the zipper. She assisted his stiff member free of its confines; it stood proud and thick, nestled in golden red curls, glowing with moisture on its tip.
Hermione looked back up at Bill for permission, meeting his amber stare calmly - waiting for him to dictate the next step. Bill grinned at her, making his normally stoic face more friendly and accessible. “Go ahead, sweetheart, he’s all yours.”
She licked her lips before engulfing Bill’s cock in her wet heat, opening her throat so he could slide in deeply. She moaned in satisfaction around him, her vibrations sending a thrill up his spine. “Holy Fuck, Hermione,” Bill gasped in surprise. She released him for a moment to take a deep breath before returning to deep throating him again. Her hands came up to fondle his balls and caress his arse. Needing air, she began to lick and nibble up and down his shaft, nuzzling his pubic hair with her nose, relishing in his musky scent. Hermione clasped her lips back around his tip and sucked hard, before Bill nudged her back, “Enough, pet.”
Bill settled into a sturdy chair and pulled Hermione to stand between his legs. “Turn around,” he commanded. With no hesitation, Hermione turned to face her other three mates. They stood proudly before her, stiff cocks jutting out at her. ‘What a beautiful sight,’ she sighed in contentment.
She gasped slightly as Bill pushed his fingers into her wet cunt and then drew the moisture back to lube her arsehole. She tried to relax as his thumb pressed into her puckered bud. “Shh, pet, relax,” Bill murmured.
Hermione moaned as Bill stretched her out with one, and then two and finally three fingers. He drew her back against his firm chest, “straddle me, love,” as he helped her spread her legs over his. His cock pressed against her back opening insistently before popping past her tight sphincter and sinking balls deep into her. They moaned together as Charlie moved forward to raise, tilt and lock the chair in place.
Once he was satisfied that they were in the perfect position for easy entry, Charlie worked his way between Bill and Hermione’s thighs until he could enter her pussy. With one swift thrust, he was settled inside her. Charlie leaned forward to give Hermione a deep kiss, before stretching past her to tangle his tongue with Bills.
Fred and George, meanwhile, had taken up positions on either side of the trio, so Hermione could use either hands or mouth on their pricks. They too leaned forward to French kiss each other, before thrusting their cocks into Hermione’s waiting hands.
At Bills signal, the men began to move, locking Hermione securely between them. Hands wandered over bodies and mouths exchanged wet kisses, no one really minding who was touching who. Hermione ran her hands over the Twins bodies, reaching to tweak their nipples as Charlie tugged on her rings. She alternated licking Fred and George’s cocks as she felt an orgasm welling up.
Taking her mouth off Fred’s cock, she gasped, “I’m close, Master,” before engulfing Georges cock.
Bill snarled, “Not yet, pet.”
She felt Charlie start to thrust slower and shallower into her cunt and she sped up her ministrations on the Twins. Hermione felt Bill start to twitch in her ass as she moaned, “Please Masters, please let me cum!”
A smack on her arse from Bill startled her and she jerked, causing all four men to moan. Charlie slapped her cheek and she shook from the effort not to cum.
“Now, pet, cum now,” Bill growled, his eyes glowing amber. As she let go and spasmed hard around Bill and Charlie, she clenched her fists tight on Fred and George; they spurted deep inside her cunt and ass, as well as over her face, back and tits.
Mid-climax, Bill leaned forward and bit the side of her neck fiercely, “Mine…ours,” growled in her ear. Hermione felt like she was having a seizure from the force of her ongoing climax.
[Part Five]
Finally, the group moved to a couch and slumped together in the glow of their aftermath. The harsh voice of Molly Weasley interrupted their bliss, demanding from behind them, “What the hell is going on?”
Mrs. Weasley had Floo’d in unannounced to visit her sons, despite protests from Harry. She had heard rumors that Hermione was moving back in with them, and she was determined to put a stop to it. Over the years, she had developed an unreasonable anger towards the young woman and had promised herself that she would everything in her power to ruin Hermione.
Molly’s voice had risen to a screech, “I demand to know the meaning of this. What spell does that bitch whore have you under?” She was striding forward to physically pull Hermione away from her sons, when they moved to protect Hermione, positioning her behind them.
At that moment, the Floo activated again and a furious Harry Potter tumbled out, followed by Arthur, Ron, Percy and Ginny. Two pop’s sounded - Draco and Blaise also appeared in the room.
Bill growled loudly as Charlie cleared his throat and then murmured a summoning spell for some clothing. As the men pulled their trousers on, Fred grabbed Bills shirt and pulled it over Hermione’s head, “Don’t say anything, pet. We’ll handle this, it will be all right,” he whispered. George leaned in, “Fred’s right, stay quiet and remember the four of us love you.” He quickly wiped away her tears and pecked her on her nose before turning back to the group in front of them.
“Molly Weasley, stop right there!” Everyone was astonished by Harry’s angry shout, “You are a horrible woman who has done far too much to hurt my best friend and it stops here.”
Mrs. Weasley sniffed disdainfully at Harry, “She’s a harlot who deserves the worst punishment possible for what she’s done to my sons. It’s a pity that Lucius didn’t kill her when he had the chance.”
Hermione let out a strangled sob that instantly had the Twins embracing her.
Charlie stepped forward menacingly, “What did you just call our wife?”
Molly paled, “Wife?” she screamed, “No, impossible - she’s nothing but garbage - a Mudblood who will contaminate our family line.”
Bill had reached his mother and grabbed her arms, “You despicable woman, she is our wife, our mate. We are a pack, and we do not recognize you as family any longer.” His eyes had turned black and his eyeteeth had begun to grow. Bill had never transformed into a werewolf, neither partially nor fully; now, however, his fury with his mothers interference had forced him into a partial change. If she continued making him angry, he might just complete the transformation.
A wave of calm washed over him, and he glanced down to see Hermione standing not quite beside him, her hand on his arm. He sighed and stepped back from his parent and gathered the girl into his arms, burying his face in her hair.
Hermione led Bill back a couple of steps, allowing him time to compose himself. Glancing behind Mrs. Weasley, she saw that Draco and Blaise had restrained Ron and Percy, both of whom were red and sputtering threats.
Arthur walked closer to his older sons, “You’ve all married Hermione?”
Charlie nodded, “Earlier today we took a binding oath - what you just saw was our consummation of our vows.” He held up his left hand, and on his ring finger was a beautiful braided band - each braid was a different color, one for each member of the pack. The Twins held up their hands, and with a poke to Bill, who showed his and Hermione’s hands as well.
Arthur nodded and smiled, “Excellent news; welcome to the family Hermione my dear.” Hermione gave him back a tremulous smile and was relieved when he winked at her.
Molly began to screech more insults behind them. Arthur sighed, and turned to her, “Silencio - now listen here Molly, I’ve put up with your behavior long enough. I think it’s high time I show you your place. Come along.” He grabbed his wife and apparated them away.
Ginny had gapped at them for a few minutes before turning as red as Ron and Percy. She flipped them the finger and then Floo’d back to the Burrow without another word.
Draco and Blaise looked at Harry, “We’ll see you back at the flat later, mate. After we’ve dealt with…” Blaise nodded towards Ron and Percy.
Draco looked over at Hermione, “Take care, sis. We’ll get together soon.” He winked and the foursome disapparated leaving Harry alone with the Weasley Pack.
He looked at Bill, “May I give my best friend and sister a hug?”
Bill’s eyebrow quirked, but he nodded. Hermione and Harry rushed into a tight embrace. Harry kissed her cheek and wiped away more tears, “Be happy; remember Drake, Blaise and I are just a floo call away if you need us. You’re our sister, and we love you.”
Hermione laid her hand on the side of Harry’s face, “Thank you - for rescuing me, for believing in me, for loving me - you, Drake and Blaise are the brothers my heart has always longed for. Be happy with them. We’ll visit soon.”
Harry drew back and winked at the group, “Congratulations - take care of my sister.” Then he was gone.
Hermione turned back to her men, prepared to kneel again, when Bill caught her up into his arms, “Enough for today - instead we are going back to the bedroom to give you a proper welcome home fuck!”
Answering growls came from the other Weasleys as Hermione giggled, “Yes, Masters!”
End
Explicit Sexual Content; NC-17; Group Sex; Incest; Violence; Rape; Non-con; Body Modifications; Dominion & Submission
[Part Four]
Once Harry located Bill and his brothers, it took some time to convince them to visit Hermione in Cairo.
It was only after hearing that Lucius had raped and nearly beaten Hermione to death, that the shock of how close they came to loosing her permanently, that the Weasleys agreed to see her.
Their protective instincts rose with the need to comfort their mate, even though they had been apart for nearly two years.
After visiting Hermione in the clinic, and spending hours apologizing, comforting each other and hashing out their feelings and expectations on all sides, the Weasleys returned to Dubai with the understanding that Hermione would join them once she was able to.
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Hermione arrived at the Weasley flat three weeks later, healed but still traumatized. Lucius had been sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban, but had been found murdered in his cell not a week after he entered the infamous prison.
Bill, Charlie, Fred and George welcomed her happily but cautiously. They all had much to redeem. It took another three months before Hermione was comfortable to share a bed with the four of them together; although one man usually spent the night with her, holding her through her nightmares.
When Hermione initiated sex between them for the first time in over two years, all five of them shed tears. The next morning Bill proposed they enter into a binding ceremony.
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“I, Hermione Jean Granger, bind myself to William Arthur Weasley; Charles Malcolm Weasley; Fredrick Gideon Weasley and George Fabian Weasley in body, mind and soul from this day forward.”
“I, William Arthur Weasley, bind myself to Hermione Jean Granger; Charles Malcolm Weasley; Fredrick Gideon Weasley and George Fabian Weasley in body, mind and soul from this day forward.”
“I, Charles Malcolm Weasley, bind myself to Hermione Jean Granger; William Arthur Weasley; Fredrick Gideon Weasley and George Fabian Weasley in body, mind and soul from this day forward.”
“I, Fredrick Gideon Weasley, bind myself to Hermione Jean Granger; William Arthur Weasley; Charles Malcolm Weasley and George Fabian Weasley in body, mind and soul from this day forward.”
“I, George Fabian Weasley, bind myself to Hermione Jean Granger; William Arthur Weasley; Charles Malcolm Weasley and Fredrick Gideon Weasley in body, mind and soul from this day forward.”
The five lovers touched their wand tips together, watching in amazement as multi-colored sparks flew up and swirled around them. The lights twined together and exploded in a bright flash, leaving the group stunned for a moment. Looking down, Hermione gasped, “Look at our hands.” On the ring finger of each person was a braided band.
Once the thrill had died down some, Bill looked over at Hermione seriously, “It’s time, pet. Are you ready for the next step?” Hermione swallowed hard but nodded her acceptance. “Then, we will be waiting in the sitting room for you.”
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‘I can do this,’ Hermione told herself as she examined her nude form in the mirror - only a few external scars remained. Despite the terror of her last day with Lucius Malfoy, Hermione was strangely grateful for his tutelage in dominion and submission. Until he had taken her, Hermione was firmly resolute that she was not submissive - only to find that she craved to be mastered, in all areas, not just the bedroom.
Taking another deep breath, Hermione exited the bathroom, dropped to her hands and knees to crawl out to the sitting room where her pack waited.
She pressed her forehead to the floor at the entrance of the sitting room, waiting for the command to enter. Light glinted enticingly off her nipple rings and her juices coated the one in her clit. She could feel how slick her inner thighs were becoming.
“Come in, Hermione,” Bill’s husky voice welcomed her back into her pack.
Hermione crawled beguilingly towards the oldest redhead, smirking silently at the groans of appreciation from her mates. She stopped before Bill, who had risen up from his seat. She pressed her forehead to the ground again, before sitting back on her legs - tall and assured - yet still submissive to him. Hermione kept her head up, looking forward, her shoulders back and keeping balanced on her knees and toes with her buttocks clenched to hold them off her heals. Hermione’s hands splayed over her thighs, resting and waiting for his command. She was breathtaking in a way she had not been before.
Bill circled her quietly, noting the improvements to her stance. He could sense her acceptance of her submissive side, but he wanted to be sure was truly ready. A silent motion to the others had them surrounding her in a loose circle, anticipation gleaming in their eyes.
“You will strip us, one by one, ending with me. No fondling or kissing is allowed at this time, do you understand, pet?” Bill demanded.
Although her heartbeat had risen with being surrounded by her mates, Hermione kept her voice steady, “Yes, Master Bill.”
She rose fluidly and approached Fred first, who smirked at her. He remained still and loose limbed - neither helping nor hindering as she began to remove his clothing piece by piece. When he was nude, her breath caught in admiration, but she obeyed her instructions and moved onto George. He too remained passive as she slipped his shirt off, followed by trousers and briefs. She gazed at his engorged cock which was already glistening with pre-cum, she licked her lips, but resisted the temptation to taste him and moved over to Charlie.
His eyes glittered dangerously at her, and Hermione swallowed hard. It took more effort to remove his clothing, as he refused to make the process easy for her. His hands grazed her body, pulling on her rings and massaging her breasts as she vainly tugged on his shirt. When she was finally kneeling in front of him after helping him step out of his trousers, he moved forward, brushing her lips with his prick. Hermione pulled back, and Charlie followed her, earning a stern “Charlie” from Bill. He stepped back, allowing her to attend to the Master of the Pack.
Hermione could feel the intensity of his gaze as she approached Bill. He allowed her to slip his shirt from him, before he caught her hands to still them. Bringing them together, he grasped both wrists gently in one hand and raised her chin with the other so they could stare into each other’s eyes. Hermione suddenly felt tears flood her caramel orbs and her lip trembled with the effort not to cry. She felt the bone-deep awareness of his body near hers; she longed for him to thrust into her, claiming her as his. Hermione needed to feel their souls mingle, and she nearly collapsed with a need that hovered on despair. She felt sick at the memory of her past defiance’s, and a tear slipped down her cheek.
Bill gently wiped the tear from her face, and claimed her in a deep kiss. Hermione shook against him, and he could taste the salt from the tears that kept cascading down. He drew back and engulfed her in a strong embrace, “Shh, sweetheart, we’re here, we love you and we aren’t going anywhere, nor are you - you belong to us, with us. We aren’t letting you go again.” He soothed her gently as Hermione finally let go of all the doubt and pain from the last few years.
Fred, George and Charlie moved closer, enclosing her in a group hug, whispering their reassurances as well. Hermione sobbed, “I’m so sorry for leaving, please forgive me Masters.” She cried, her heart breaking for the pain she had caused them.
Bill stroked her hair, “All is forgiven, pet. It’s all right, sweetheart - just let it all go; we have all the time in the world to make this right between us.” He rocked her gently until she finally sniffled and hiccupped as her sobs died down. She was presented with a handkerchief, after tidying herself up and accepting a glass of water, Hermione was ready to continue.
She sank to her knees before Bill and gazed up at him lovingly. She still had some trepidation so she daringly took one of his hands in hers and gave it a gentle squeeze of thanks. Hermione then turned her attention to his trousers; like Charlie, Bill had gone commando.
His bulge strained against his pants, impressive in size, so Hermione was very careful when she popped the button and lowered the zipper. She assisted his stiff member free of its confines; it stood proud and thick, nestled in golden red curls, glowing with moisture on its tip.
Hermione looked back up at Bill for permission, meeting his amber stare calmly - waiting for him to dictate the next step. Bill grinned at her, making his normally stoic face more friendly and accessible. “Go ahead, sweetheart, he’s all yours.”
She licked her lips before engulfing Bill’s cock in her wet heat, opening her throat so he could slide in deeply. She moaned in satisfaction around him, her vibrations sending a thrill up his spine. “Holy Fuck, Hermione,” Bill gasped in surprise. She released him for a moment to take a deep breath before returning to deep throating him again. Her hands came up to fondle his balls and caress his arse. Needing air, she began to lick and nibble up and down his shaft, nuzzling his pubic hair with her nose, relishing in his musky scent. Hermione clasped her lips back around his tip and sucked hard, before Bill nudged her back, “Enough, pet.”
Bill settled into a sturdy chair and pulled Hermione to stand between his legs. “Turn around,” he commanded. With no hesitation, Hermione turned to face her other three mates. They stood proudly before her, stiff cocks jutting out at her. ‘What a beautiful sight,’ she sighed in contentment.
She gasped slightly as Bill pushed his fingers into her wet cunt and then drew the moisture back to lube her arsehole. She tried to relax as his thumb pressed into her puckered bud. “Shh, pet, relax,” Bill murmured.
Hermione moaned as Bill stretched her out with one, and then two and finally three fingers. He drew her back against his firm chest, “straddle me, love,” as he helped her spread her legs over his. His cock pressed against her back opening insistently before popping past her tight sphincter and sinking balls deep into her. They moaned together as Charlie moved forward to raise, tilt and lock the chair in place.
Once he was satisfied that they were in the perfect position for easy entry, Charlie worked his way between Bill and Hermione’s thighs until he could enter her pussy. With one swift thrust, he was settled inside her. Charlie leaned forward to give Hermione a deep kiss, before stretching past her to tangle his tongue with Bills.
Fred and George, meanwhile, had taken up positions on either side of the trio, so Hermione could use either hands or mouth on their pricks. They too leaned forward to French kiss each other, before thrusting their cocks into Hermione’s waiting hands.
At Bills signal, the men began to move, locking Hermione securely between them. Hands wandered over bodies and mouths exchanged wet kisses, no one really minding who was touching who. Hermione ran her hands over the Twins bodies, reaching to tweak their nipples as Charlie tugged on her rings. She alternated licking Fred and George’s cocks as she felt an orgasm welling up.
Taking her mouth off Fred’s cock, she gasped, “I’m close, Master,” before engulfing Georges cock.
Bill snarled, “Not yet, pet.”
She felt Charlie start to thrust slower and shallower into her cunt and she sped up her ministrations on the Twins. Hermione felt Bill start to twitch in her ass as she moaned, “Please Masters, please let me cum!”
A smack on her arse from Bill startled her and she jerked, causing all four men to moan. Charlie slapped her cheek and she shook from the effort not to cum.
“Now, pet, cum now,” Bill growled, his eyes glowing amber. As she let go and spasmed hard around Bill and Charlie, she clenched her fists tight on Fred and George; they spurted deep inside her cunt and ass, as well as over her face, back and tits.
Mid-climax, Bill leaned forward and bit the side of her neck fiercely, “Mine…ours,” growled in her ear. Hermione felt like she was having a seizure from the force of her ongoing climax.
[Part Five]
Finally, the group moved to a couch and slumped together in the glow of their aftermath. The harsh voice of Molly Weasley interrupted their bliss, demanding from behind them, “What the hell is going on?”
Mrs. Weasley had Floo’d in unannounced to visit her sons, despite protests from Harry. She had heard rumors that Hermione was moving back in with them, and she was determined to put a stop to it. Over the years, she had developed an unreasonable anger towards the young woman and had promised herself that she would everything in her power to ruin Hermione.
Molly’s voice had risen to a screech, “I demand to know the meaning of this. What spell does that bitch whore have you under?” She was striding forward to physically pull Hermione away from her sons, when they moved to protect Hermione, positioning her behind them.
At that moment, the Floo activated again and a furious Harry Potter tumbled out, followed by Arthur, Ron, Percy and Ginny. Two pop’s sounded - Draco and Blaise also appeared in the room.
Bill growled loudly as Charlie cleared his throat and then murmured a summoning spell for some clothing. As the men pulled their trousers on, Fred grabbed Bills shirt and pulled it over Hermione’s head, “Don’t say anything, pet. We’ll handle this, it will be all right,” he whispered. George leaned in, “Fred’s right, stay quiet and remember the four of us love you.” He quickly wiped away her tears and pecked her on her nose before turning back to the group in front of them.
“Molly Weasley, stop right there!” Everyone was astonished by Harry’s angry shout, “You are a horrible woman who has done far too much to hurt my best friend and it stops here.”
Mrs. Weasley sniffed disdainfully at Harry, “She’s a harlot who deserves the worst punishment possible for what she’s done to my sons. It’s a pity that Lucius didn’t kill her when he had the chance.”
Hermione let out a strangled sob that instantly had the Twins embracing her.
Charlie stepped forward menacingly, “What did you just call our wife?”
Molly paled, “Wife?” she screamed, “No, impossible - she’s nothing but garbage - a Mudblood who will contaminate our family line.”
Bill had reached his mother and grabbed her arms, “You despicable woman, she is our wife, our mate. We are a pack, and we do not recognize you as family any longer.” His eyes had turned black and his eyeteeth had begun to grow. Bill had never transformed into a werewolf, neither partially nor fully; now, however, his fury with his mothers interference had forced him into a partial change. If she continued making him angry, he might just complete the transformation.
A wave of calm washed over him, and he glanced down to see Hermione standing not quite beside him, her hand on his arm. He sighed and stepped back from his parent and gathered the girl into his arms, burying his face in her hair.
Hermione led Bill back a couple of steps, allowing him time to compose himself. Glancing behind Mrs. Weasley, she saw that Draco and Blaise had restrained Ron and Percy, both of whom were red and sputtering threats.
Arthur walked closer to his older sons, “You’ve all married Hermione?”
Charlie nodded, “Earlier today we took a binding oath - what you just saw was our consummation of our vows.” He held up his left hand, and on his ring finger was a beautiful braided band - each braid was a different color, one for each member of the pack. The Twins held up their hands, and with a poke to Bill, who showed his and Hermione’s hands as well.
Arthur nodded and smiled, “Excellent news; welcome to the family Hermione my dear.” Hermione gave him back a tremulous smile and was relieved when he winked at her.
Molly began to screech more insults behind them. Arthur sighed, and turned to her, “Silencio - now listen here Molly, I’ve put up with your behavior long enough. I think it’s high time I show you your place. Come along.” He grabbed his wife and apparated them away.
Ginny had gapped at them for a few minutes before turning as red as Ron and Percy. She flipped them the finger and then Floo’d back to the Burrow without another word.
Draco and Blaise looked at Harry, “We’ll see you back at the flat later, mate. After we’ve dealt with…” Blaise nodded towards Ron and Percy.
Draco looked over at Hermione, “Take care, sis. We’ll get together soon.” He winked and the foursome disapparated leaving Harry alone with the Weasley Pack.
He looked at Bill, “May I give my best friend and sister a hug?”
Bill’s eyebrow quirked, but he nodded. Hermione and Harry rushed into a tight embrace. Harry kissed her cheek and wiped away more tears, “Be happy; remember Drake, Blaise and I are just a floo call away if you need us. You’re our sister, and we love you.”
Hermione laid her hand on the side of Harry’s face, “Thank you - for rescuing me, for believing in me, for loving me - you, Drake and Blaise are the brothers my heart has always longed for. Be happy with them. We’ll visit soon.”
Harry drew back and winked at the group, “Congratulations - take care of my sister.” Then he was gone.
Hermione turned back to her men, prepared to kneel again, when Bill caught her up into his arms, “Enough for today - instead we are going back to the bedroom to give you a proper welcome home fuck!”
Answering growls came from the other Weasleys as Hermione giggled, “Yes, Masters!”
End