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“This is so truly beautiful.” Hermione gasped, staring up at the large private villa as she was clutched closer to Viktor’s side, never more than a few inches away from his side as if he was scared that she would find the opportunity to run off.

“And it's all for us,” Viktor smirked, whispering in her ear before biting her lobe. “It was a wedding present after all.”

“We are all alone?” She stared at him, blinking as the bright sun shone in her eyes.

“Well, there are the staff, but they don’t really count.” He chuckled, the sound dark and mocking as he directed her into the villa. “So, it is just you and me and the potential baby we are going to be making.” He grabbed her stomach, rubbing it, which made her uncomfortable, but she couldn’t wriggle away.

Viktor knew how uncomfortable she was because his grip around her squeezed in warning and tightened.

He tried dragging her towards the bedroom, but she managed to put her foot down. They had not long arrived after hours of travelling, and she was exhausted. She wanted to change into some comfy clothes or her swimsuit before lying in the sun with a drink.

Hermione didn’t want to get all sweaty on the mattress.

She shrugged him off. “Later.” Hermione smiled, kissing his jaw.

“I’ll remember that, little bunny.” Viktor kissed her head, leaving her alone in the bedroom before stalking into the kitchen. With the Muggle tablet, Viktor ordered an array of alcoholic cocktails and a smattering of food for his wife and himself to indulge in.

They deserved it after all.

They needed their energy if they were going to be here until she kept his seed warm. Hermione needed to prove herself as his wife.

Viktor and Hermione had been married for three years and still had not produced any heirs to the Krum name.

Hermione stood in their bedroom, staring at her reflection in the bikini that Viktor had gifted her for their trip. It was a deep green colour, dark against her tan skin, and while she enjoyed the colour, she found it difficult to enjoy the feeling of the material against her skin. This bikini stood for what this trip was about.

All of her clothes in her case did. All of them were gifted by her husband and his family.

She pushed those thoughts away and decided to go on a lazy stroll around the island. It was beautiful, and she wanted to soak up all of the perfect sun rays.

Grabbing a light, see-through shawl and wrapping it around her arms, she slid her cream coloured sandals onto her feet. Hermione avoided the kitchen as she moved out of the villa and started lazily walking as she moaned at the feel of the sand beneath her feet.

She hadn’t been on holiday, especially to a hot country, in years.

While she knew the plan and the desired outcome for this holiday, Hermione was happy to be away from home, but on the other side of the island, two men from Hermione’s past arrived.

She hummed happily to herself as she completed a small walk around the surrounding area of their villa before rounding back before deciding to lounge upon a deck chair that was situated just seconds away from the first lapping waves of the sea.

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Draco and Theo smirked as they made their way onto the island, as they spotted the villa in question in the distance amongst the palm trees. They had followed a payoff that they had been given, and the plan was on the tip of their tongues.

They could practically taste it, and they were salivating.

The brown paper envelope was heating in the pocket of Theo’s bag and they knew that she would listen to them rather than listen to her husband’s pathetic excuses.

They were pretending to be staff, but knew that Hermione would recognise them and that would play into their plan.

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The food and drinks magically arrived, and Viktor carried out a drugged cocktail for his darling wife, who was soaking up the sunlight rays. She looked incredibly relaxed as she dozed in the bright sun, and he knew that the plan was working out for him.

This would go well.

He would make sure of it.

“Here you go, my little girl.” The pet names began to have a lilting tone of him mocking her but she ignored it as she was handed her favourite cocktail. He leaned in and kissed her forehead before moving back into the house.

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A few days passed, and Viktor’s seed still hadn’t taken. While he found himself angry about that factor, he knew that they still had time to spend focusing on the breeding of his wife. She would leave this holiday and this island, pregnant and cooking up his seed.

He was still drugging her drinks with a fertility potion, but it seemed the effects weren’t having the desired effect on Hermione.

Viktor decided to take himself away from the villa for a few hours and stumble into the center of the islands, and towards the buildings where the workers would be. While he didn’t want to interact with the people beneath him, he wanted to get away from Hermione for a few hours.

She needed to destress, and so did he.

“Mr Krum.” The staff greeted him as he sat down at a nearby table and conjured himsef up an iced coffee.

“Krum.” A different voice appeared from behind Viktor, and he slowly turned to spot two faces that he thought he should recognise, but didn’t know where he recognised them from.

“Uh, do I know you?” Viktor questioned as the two men, similar in age to his wife, sat down around the table and slid a large brown paper envelope across to him.

“You don’t, but you will.” The blond smirked.

“And this.” Viktor held up the envelope.

“Evidence.” The other chuckled, leaning forward against the table.

Viktor ripped it open and stared at the Muggle photographs of himself and numerous other women, and the ball dropped. He was being manipulated by these two individuals and Viktor could sense that this involed his wife somehow.

And involved his wife, it did.

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Hermione had felt drowsy all day, basically since the start of their holiday, and she couldn’t decide what was causing it. But, instead of blaming it on the food or even the drinks that her husband had been plying her with, she shrugged it off and went for a nap.

Viktor had been away all morning, and she started feeling abandoned, but she decided a nap was the best option for her.

She snuggled down into the mattress, sinking into the silky material as she swiftly fell into dreamland.

The echoes of their words moved through Draco’s mind as he and Theo stalked into the villa.

“Let us breed your wife.”

“We will make sure our seed sticks.”

“Two lots of seed, we will make sure that she is pregnant by the time that we are finished.”

The bedroom door was open, and Draco and Theo crept in, but it proved useless as Hermione was completely out to the world. She mumbled in her sleep, rolling over as the duvet went with her and showed the creaminess of her thick thighs.

“Fuck, look at her.” Draco moaned. The dream came alight at the sight of her body.

Perfect for the taking.

Just as they had desired.

“She looks incredible, Dray.” Theo groaned, excited as if she were a present they had received on Christmas morning. He bit his lip as he stumbled closer, inhaling the scent that was wrapped around her, moaning at the smell. “Fuck, and she smells incredible.”

“Of course she does.” Draco mewls. “She is absolutely perfect.” He slowly removes Hermione’s shorts from her body, throwing them on the floor before peeling off her small underwear that barely covered their desired area.

Her glistening cunt.

She was perfect and ready for them; the potions had clearly been working their magic on her.

Draco quickly stripped the clothes off his body before grabbing Theo, smooshing their lips together as excitement bubbled through his body and it was mirrored in Theodore’s. His large cock bobbed against his stomach, spitting into the palm of his hand before slowly wanking his boyfriend’s large cock, getting himself ready while Theo mirrored the situation on Draco’s cock.

“You go first,” Theo whispered, kissing Draco as he slapped the man’s arse.

“Gladly.” Draco moaned, jumping up and kneeling across the mattress to get closer to her. She looked so fucking perfect and he couldn’t contain how he felt about the sight. He grabbed his cock in hand, sliding his cock through her glistening folds before thrusting his way home.

His moan was broken by a gasp leaving Hermione’s mouth. She wriggled, moving herself against Draco’s cock and forcing him to move deeper. And fuck she was incredible tight. Desirably tight.

He thrust a few inches deeper until he was completely settled inside of her, and the feeling was electric. Exactly how he thought she would feel. She wriggled again, sleepily moaning as she stopped moving, but the feeling sent pleasure sprouting through Draco.

“Theo, come here!” Draco demanded, grabbing his boyfriend and pushing his lips against his man as he moaned into his mouth. His thrusts became relentless and out of tempo as he fell over the edge, spurting his seed over her walls and against her spongey center.

Draco slowly removed himself, making sure that he never spilt anything and kissed Hermione lightly on the lips, moaning at the taste of her.

“Your turn, T.” Draco kissed his boyfriend again as the man replaced where Draco had been seconds ago. The meer sight of his dream coming alight was something that Draco had never and would never experience again, unless he could convince Hermione’s cheating scum of a husband that this needed to be a regular occurance and arrangement.

“Fuck.” Theo moaned, throwing his head back as he slowly entered her as he took a different approach to how Draco fucked her. 

While they were using her body for their pleasure, in the long run, this is what she wanted. She needed to keep the seed so she could brew a baby to keep her family happy. It was her one use. She needed to be a better wife.

“Such a good girl for us, letting us breed your perfect body.” Theo moaned, groaning as his orgasm arrived quicker, and he was following as he painted her inner walls with his seed. 

She was perfect, so she would definitely be keeping their seed warm and up inside her, where it rightfully belonged.

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