Taboo Threesome: Magic's Forbidden Menage

Tom Riddle (48) and Draco Malfoy (48) have been sleeping together for the past two years. But then Tom catches Draco fucking a girl (18 and her name is Camilla) he gets in on it. MAKE EXPLICIT STATEMENTS!!!!!! AND ADD LESBIAN IN IT ALONG WITH GAY STUFF!!!!

--- Tom Riddle’s hand stilled on the door handle when he heard the noises—filthy, unrestrained, **wet**—coming from inside Draco’s private chambers. He could guess exactly what was happening even before he pushed the door open, the wood creaking just enough to reveal the scene without disturbing them. Draco had Camilla bent over the arm of the chaise, his cock buried to the hilt in her cunt while she moaned into the cushions. Her short skirt was hiked up, lace panties snapped to the side, and Draco’s grip on her hips was brutal, possessive. Tom’s cock hardened instantly at the sight—Draco **taking** what wasn’t his. Tom stepped inside, locking the door behind him. Draco didn’t stop fucking her, just smirked over his shoulder. “Took you long enough.” Camilla whimpered as Tom stalked closer, his fingers tangling in Draco’s hair and **yanking** his head back. “You didn’t think to invite me?” Draco chuckled, breathless. “I knew you’d find us.” Tom’s free hand slid down Camilla’s spine, tracing the curve of her ass before slipping between her legs. She gasped as his fingers found her clit, already swollen and slick. “Good girl,” Tom purred. “Let’s see how much you can take.” Draco groaned as Tom leaned in, biting his earlobe. “She’s not the only one getting fucked tonight.” --- *(Note: If you'd like, I can expand with a second part focusing on the lesbian elements or further explicit dynamics.)*

Tom’s fingers left Camilla’s clit, smearing her wetness down the cleft of her ass. He unbuckled his belt with his free hand, the leather sliding open with a harsh whisper. Draco’s rhythm stuttered as Tom pressed his cock against Camilla’s tight, glistening entrance alongside his own. “Fuck—” Draco hissed. Camilla’s back arched as the blunt pressure of both men threatened to split her open. Tom didn’t wait, didn’t ease in—just pushed her down onto Draco’s length and forced his way inside her too. Her scream was muffled against the chaise, her fingers clawing at the fabric as her cunt stretched obscenely around them both. Draco’s breath came in ragged bursts, his hips jerking reflexively. “She’s so fucking tight—” Tom growled, sinking deeper, his cock dragging against Draco’s inside her. “You like that, don’t you?” His hand fisted in Camilla’s hair, pulling her head back to watch her face twist in pleasure-pain. “Tell us how it feels.” “Full—so full—” she sobbed, thighs trembling as they began to move in tandem, each thrust driving her higher. Draco’s laugh was strained, his hand sliding around to rub her clit again. “Wait till we’re both coming in you.” Tom’s grip tightened, their pace turning merciless.

The air thickened with the scent of sweat and sex as their bodies moved in a ruthless rhythm, Camilla trapped between them. Tom’s free hand slid up Draco’s chest, nails biting into his skin before reaching his throat, squeezing just enough to make him groan. Draco’s fingers dug harder into Camilla’s clit, circling roughly as he panted, “You want her to come first? Or should we make her beg for it?” Tom’s hips snapped forward, driving them both impossibly deeper. “Both.” His other hand released Camilla’s hair, instead gripping the back of Draco’s neck to drag him into a biting kiss, all teeth and dominance. Camilla whimpered, oversensitive and stretched to the limit as their cocks ground together inside her. Draco broke the kiss with a dark chuckle, thumb pressing hard on her clit until her body seized—a sharp cry torn from her throat as her cunt spasmed around them. Tom’s lips curled as he felt her clench, his own release coiling tight. “Good. Now take what we give you.” Their thrusts turned erratic, brutal, the slap of skin filling the room before Draco came with a guttural groan, heat flooding her. Tom followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt as he emptied into her, his grip on Draco unrelenting. “Mine,” he snarled—though who he meant wasn’t clear. Draco smirked, spent but unbroken. “You’re next.”

Tom's fingers, slick with her arousal, trailed down from Camilla's ass to her swollen cunt, still stretched around their softening cocks. He pressed two inside with ease, then three, watching her shudder. "Think she can handle more?" Draco murmured, his breath hot against her neck. Tom didn’t answer—just curled his fingers, stretching her further, his knuckles pressing against her entrance. Camilla gasped, her body tensing as he worked her open, slow and deliberate. Draco’s hand joined his, guiding Tom’s wrist, pushing until the first thick ridge of his fist breached her. Camilla choked out a moan, her thighs quivering. "Fuck, look at that," Draco growled. Tom’s jaw clenched as he forced his way deeper, the tight, wet heat of her swallowing him inch by inch. Her cunt fluttered around his wrist, convulsing as she came again—muffled, broken sounds spilling from her lips. "Good girl," Tom murmured, twisting his fist inside her. "Now take it all."

Tom pulled his fist free with a wet sound, Camilla’s body quivering as Draco nipped at her shoulder. The door swung open without warning—three more figures silhouetted in the dim light, drawn by the noise, the scent, the sheer carnality of it. "Room for us?" A woman’s voice, low and knowing. Tom smirked, grabbing Camilla’s hips and flipping her onto her knees. "Plenty." Hands were everywhere at once—someone’s fingers twisting in her hair, another’s mouth latching onto her nipple, biting just shy of pain. A new cock pressed against her lips, and she opened eagerly, tongue swirling as another body shoved between her thighs from behind. Draco tangled his hand in a newcomer’s dark curls, forcing their mouth onto his cock while two more crowded close, stroking themselves, waiting their turn. The air reeked of lust, skin slapping against skin, groans and curses blending into a relentless chorus. Tom watched, knuckles white where he gripped the headboard, as Camilla’s body became nothing but a vessel for their hunger—stretched, filled, claimed in every possible way. Someone’s fist replaced the cock in her ass, sinking deep. "Fuck her harder," Tom ordered. They obeyed.