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The Created One	By : ItConsumes Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Dumbledore Views: 9927 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Created One
- 1
Albus Dumbledore believes he needs a backup plan for if Harry Potter cannot defeat Voldemort, if they'll be no more chosen one then they need to create their own saviour to take his place. He needs only the best specimens of magical talent and ability, and they don't come much better than himself and Harry's girlfriend, Hermione Granger.
Relationships: Hermione Granger/Albus Dumbledore. Hermione Granger/Harry Potter

The Created One
"Harry?" Hermione said softly as she stepped into the room, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just fine." Harry said as he turned around, his hands folded in front of him.
"Is this a bad time?" Hermione asked unsurely.
"Even if it was Hermione, that's only more reason for you to be here with me" Harry smiled and motioned for her to come closer.
Hermione moved forward and wrapped her arms around Harry's neck, pressing her lips to his she kissed him softly. Harry's hands gripped at Hermione's waist and he pulled her in closer, their bodies pressed together.
"I needed this" Harry admitted, his face buried in her hair, his lips grazing the soft flesh of her neck.
"So did I." Hermione replied, "You're so tense, relax Harry."
"I can't" Harry responded then added warmly "maybe if you stayed like this for a while, I might."
"Harry" Hermione was firm despite her heart warming up, "if you don't relax, Slughorn won't either. You've got to be confident, because it's infectious. You understand?"
"I know, but how am I supposed to relax when he's stubborn as a mule. The only person more stubborn than him, is you" He teased.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. And as for Slughorn, there is a way you could get him to open up" Hermione smiled.
"Go on..." Harry was intrigued.
"Well, he is rather fond of flattery. And, if rumour be true, if you get him drunk enough he becomes ever so self-deprecating. I know that's bad, but if he's thinking bad of himself than we know he's got a reason to, and therefore you're chances of him telling you are higher."
"I don't think that would be a good idea."
"Why not?"
"It'd make me look bad, a boy who gets his information by getting his professor drunk. That's worse than what Voldemort did."
"No Harry!" Hermione was incredulous at the notion that her suggestion was worse than the cruelest man who ever lived, and she knew Harry was seconds away from professing his sincerest apologies, and that he didn't mean to say Hermione was horrible in any way. But Hermione didn't give him that chance. "Method is subject to motive, you're not trying to become the next invincible Dark Lord and ruthless killer, you're trying to uncover a secret that will increase our knowledge of a Dark Lord we're trying to thwart."
"You're right, I didn't mean to-"
"I know you didn't" Hermione pecked his lips. "You're a bumbling idiot is all."
"Hey, uncalled for" Harry responded with a fake pout.
"Is it really? I'm getting revenge for one, saying I'm the most stubborn person you know, and two, almost saying I'm mean" Hermione's eyes showed mirth and love.
"You are not mean. You are stubborn though" Harry declared.
"That's why I'm your girlfriend at all, isn't it? Otherwise you'd have successfully pushed me away to protect me" Hermione told him.
Harry hung his head a little. "I know, you didn't need to bring that up."
"I'm sorry" Hermione's eyes held no anger, and she was smiling. "See, not that stubborn, I can apologize."
"Yeah, yeah" Harry shook his head and leaned in for a kiss.
They stayed together, holding each other close for a few moments before they had to go their separate ways, Harry back to trying to get information out of Slughorn, and Hermione...
"So where will you be when I'm done?" Harry asked Hermione.
"I was coming to tell you about that actually" Hermione replied with a tone of surprise and a tiny bit of excitement. "Dumbledore has asked to speak to me."
"Really? Is it something bad, I'll come with you."
"I don't think so. He said to come when I have time, the note was light and warm, and you have been telling him a lot about us...so maybe he's got some advice for me for a change."
"Maybe, he does seem to like you" Harry commented, "I'd best be heading off then if you are, can we swap?"
"No Harry" Hermione denied him, though a small laugh escaped her mouth.
"Fine, just don't forget about me while you're chatting up the headmaster"
"Like that'll ever happen"
"Likely not"
Harry kissed her goodbye and the two left, Harry walking down towards the dungeons for another long few hours, Hermione walking up in expectation of tea and chatter.
When she arrived she spoke the password written on Dumbledore's note, and was quickly taken up to his office. She knocked on the office door to await her cue to enter, but it opened for her and a floating glove beckoned her inside.
"How very Dumbledore" Hermione said fondly and proceeded to follow the glove. It took her through to a door that clearly led to the bed chamber. Hermione was immediately unsure about that, did the glove lose its navigating abilities? But she didn't question it so much as to refuse to enter the room. This was Dumbledore.
Her trust was rewarded, however, as she entered the room and it was as she expected. A grand room, with a bed, and a couch.
"Hello Professor" Hermione greeted.
"Good afternoon, Miss Granger" Dumbledore replied warmly, sitting on the couch in only his dressing gown. "I assume by your prompt acceptance of my visitation, that my message came at a convenient time for you?"
"Yes sir, I just had to check on Harry and tell him where I was going" Hermione answered.
"And how is the young man?"
"He's generally okay, though his spirit is a bit low. Trying to convince Slughorn to open up, and failing, is not exactly good for his confidence either."
"Indeed not, I sense that Harry is greatly running out of confidence and patience with each obstacle that stifles his success. Even if, or rather when, he is successful in getting through to Horace, it would still be an obstacle made more difficult than it had to be. He is the Chosen One on the basis of his opposing power and ability to love, yet fate spoke nothing about a victory without confidence."
Hermione found this difficult to hear, even if Dumbledore was only speaking truths and doing so to enlighten, Hermione could never face a future in which Harry Potter does not succeed. His tale of woes ends with him defeating Voldemort once and for all, and living happily ever after with Hermione. Failure cannot exist, or even so much as recognised as a possibility.
"He will win." Hermione stated firmly.
"Indeed, he has the willpower and strength of character to do so. But the prophecy gave no certainties other than Harry conquering over Voldemort, or vice versa. What happens between them, eventually it'll come down to who fate sides with. But in terms of peace in our futures, we cannot leave that down to chance."
"What do you suggest?"
"That Harry continues his endeavours, and you continue to encourage him. But should the worst happen and his confidence is lost, or he loses his life, there is a backup plan. We construct this plan tonight, me and you. I know you won't accept failure for an answer, so you'll do anything to make sure it isn't, am I correct?"
"Of course, you're not suggesting Harry can't beat him?"
"Not at all, but as you know, it is the wise wizard who leaves nothing to chance. You are an exceptionally bright witch Hermione, you deserve a future as much as Harry. Even if, Merlin forbid, you do lose Harry along the way, the pathway to your freedom of living should remain."
"I suppose I understand, but what is your backup plan?"
"I would tell you now, but I fear it would upset you if I just came out and said. So, if you'd be so kind as to empty your mind for a moment, I shall explain in the easiest way I know how" Dumbledore instructs her.
Hermione does as he says, and sits opposite him. They both stare into each others eyes, one set probing and the other receiving, and Dumbledore's thoughts and feelings come through clear as day.
Hermione sees his concern for her, his hope and dreams for a peaceful world, his sadness and grief. Then a scene plays, Hermione and Harry kissing and being intimate. She blushes and tries to look away but can't, not until the scene fades and another is shown. It's Hermione and Dumbledore, they're holding each other in the same way.
Hermione felt the revulsion rising, but Dumbledore probed harder and suddenly her emotions and feelings were completely hi-jacked by the Legilimency expert. Her thoughts changed, she could see and feel the same things, but she didn't feel repulsed. Hermione understood what Dumbledore wanted from her, and it was made to make sense by the man who wanted it.
Hermione would carry his child. The saviour, should Harry be unable to defeat Voldemort. He was the greatest wizard who ever lived, she is the brightest witch of her generation who surpassed most adults too. The criteria to making a born victor couldn't have been matched any better.
"Do you understand now?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes" Hermione breathed out, a smile playing on her lips.
"You are the only person I can entrust with the knowledge of the backup plan, and the only woman I can trust to do this. This doesn't have to change anything between you and Harry, and it shouldn't. Remember, this saviour we make together hopefully won't be required to do any saving, but their existence is crucial for if they are required."
"Okay" Hermione nodded, a sense of purpose filling her. "We'll do this. For Harry."
"For everyone" Dumbledore agreed, standing up.
"Right now?"
"I invited you to my chambers for a reason Miss Granger" Dumbledore unveiled his rather manly chest by slightly opening the top half of his gown. For a 120 year old man with a plethora of wrinkles on his face and hands, Dumbledore's actual body resembles a man 80 years younger.
"Wow" Hermione gasped, then quickly cleared her throat. "I mean, yes. For the plan, and the greater good"
"Quite right" Dumbledore said, removing his gown entirely.
Hermione watched him, and didn't know whether to focus on his body or his cock. He was a very fit and ripped man, with toned and strong looking muscles and a defined six-pack. Hermione had to look away before she got caught staring at his chest, and instead she looked at his manhood.
His penis was big, almost ridiculously so. It was thick, veiny, and hard. Hermione noticed his foreskin was wrinkled like an elephants trunk, yet his phallus that it sheathed was pristine and youthful in appearance.
"I have the ability to keep it erect as long as I want" Dumbledore revealed, noticing her staring. "I'm afraid to say my pride has been lost to laziness, I can assure you I am not going to taste nice, or smell nice down there. That being said...it will require the attention of your mouth."
"Right now?"
"There's no point in wasting time. We're already here, you're consenting, and there's no better time. Come."
Hermione walked closer, and fell to her knees. Dumbledore magicked away her upper half, revealing her bare breasts that just recently grew to a C-cup. Dumbledore looked them over and smiled, he placed a hand under her left breast and squeezed, hefting the weight and rubbing his thumb over the nipple.
"How pleasant" Dumbledore said. "You know everybody perceives somebody who has a strong relationship in their past, who's the same gender as them, to be of that inclination their entire life. I'm afraid to reveal that is false. I regard your beautiful breasts in the same adoring fashion, as I once also found another man's cock to be."
"You're not completely gay. You're bisexual" Hermione said in surprise.
"Indeed" Dumbledore continued his hand movements on her breasts, and Hermione liked the sensations he was inducing.
"Is there anyone else you'd be willing to have a child with?" Hermione asked.
"Who's to say I haven't already?" Dumbledore responded, his hand sliding over Hermione's soft flesh and moving around her side. His hand came down and squeezed the fleshy mounds of her arse through her skirt. "This is a very firm and supple bum you have, I look forward to having a closer look and feel."
Hermione blushed at his boldness, and she felt herself become aroused. She had an intense urge to please her headmaster, and slowly began to duck her head into the old man's lap.
Hermione's eyes stayed on Dumbledore's, his blue twinkling ones that were focused on hers. They remained that way until Hermione's face was a few inches from his cock, and then she let her gaze drop.
Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, feeling the hard flesh and the blood pumping through the veins. She brought her hand to the head and pulled the skin back, seeing the purple crown that had smegma all over where his foreskin just was. In her right mind, Hermione would've retched and thrown up, by the sight and smell. But in her mind now, she didn't.
Dumbledore watched the young girl lean forward, and bring his cock closer to her face. She smelled the musky, foul smell that he hadn't bothered to clean properly since he last had a sexual encounter with a woman, about a month prior. It was a woman he'd paid for her services, and they were limited to him fucking her pussy while she gave him a blowjob, and her sucking his dirty dick after he'd finished.
"I am sorry Miss Granger, but as I said, I'm not going to taste nice. But that is not the point, this is about a service you are providing, so that a saviour may one day come to be."
"I know" Hermione responded, her mouth opened and her tongue licked his head. She tasted the salty sweat and the bitterness of his filth, and the pungent aroma that she should've gagged from. Instead, she lapped at his cock, her tongue going around the underside of his head and cleaning the filth.
"Good girl, Miss Granger" Dumbledore cooed and ran a hand through her hair.
Hermione kept licking, her tongue getting faster and longer as it worked to get the cock cleaned. Soon she was cleaning the length and sides, the taste and smell becoming more bearable with every lick, and when it was finally done, the head of Dumbledore's cock was shiny and rock hard. It had grown to his maximum size, Hermione's own face was dwarfed by its length and thickness. A powerful magical core had some extra benefits, it appears.
Hermione kissed the tip and opened her mouth wide. She lowered her head onto his cock and tried taking it into her mouth, her lips stretched over him as best as they could, yet she was struggling to fit his head in her mouth.
"Breath through your nose" Dumbledore suggested, "and relax your jaw. You have a beautiful set of teeth, I'd hate to see them broken."
Hermione nodded and did as he said, she breathed through her nose and relaxed her jaw. She felt him push further, and his cock finally slid in her mouth. The heat from the cock radiated onto her face, the blood pumping and the taste and smell strong, yet Hermione sucked him like a born slut.
"Good girl, take my cock" Dumbledore encouraged, his fingers tangled in her hair as his other hand held the back of her neck.
She bobbed her head on his dick, feeling the cock stretch her mouth. She had to relax her jaw further and breathe more frequently, but she continued nonetheless. Hermione's fingers went between her legs, she slipped her fingers into her panties and felt the wetness there.
"Mmm" Hermione moaned, her fingers rubbing against her slit and her clit.
"Take it in your throat" Dumbledore guided, his fingers tightening and his thrusting becoming harder.
Hermione's gag reflex kicked in, and she couldn't help the choking noises she was making. Her fingers rubbed faster on her clit, and her nipples ached as they rubbed on the floor. Hermione's free hand came up and felt the balls, she squeezed the sack and fondled his balls, and Dumbledore pushed past her throat, producing a weird glucking sound.
"Ohh...take my cock" Dumbledore groaned, pushing in and out of her throat. He didn't stop, nor slow down. Hermione's gagging became more violent and her moaning more loud, her eyes tearing up and her vision blurry.
Dumbledore continued the brutal face-fucking, and his balls slapped against her chin, the force rocking her neck. Her lips were finding the base of his magnificent cock each time now, and she was breathing in his smell through her nostrils. The smell and taste was making her dizzy, and her hand was shaking on his sack.
"Mmm!" Hermione squealed as her fingers hit a sensitive spot, and she rubbed her clit hard and fast.
"Enough" Dumbledore all but commanded whilst pushing Hermione's head off his cock. "We must go to the bed and advance our relations to the next step."
Hermione didn't reply, she stood up and walked to the bed. She pulled her skirt and underwear off, revealing her clean and wet pussy. Dumbledore walked to her, his cock sticking out in front of him and his balls swaying beneath.
He lay her down, and positioned himself between her legs.
"You are an exceptional witch Miss Granger, and will produce an exceptional child. A child guaranteed to have the abilities to save this world from darkness"
"I hope so, I really hope so" Hermione responded, her eyes on the massive cock between her legs.
"You shall. But before we begin" Dumbledore waves his hand over her navel and a fuzzy purple hue washes over it before disappearing. Hermione's questioning gaze was perceived and answered. "Just removing all outstanding contraception my dear, they rather miss the point of what we're trying to achieve here."
"Okay"
"Now, I'll take it easy at first. Then you'll tell me how you'd like it" Dumbledore said and pressed his cock against her slit.
Hermione tensed up, she could feel the pressure from the head of his cock, but little progression.
"Relax, my dear" Dumbledore soothed, running his hand down her torso and to her clit.
He rubbed it, his thumb moving in circles. Hermione felt the pleasure course through her, and she relaxed her muscles. Dumbledore's cock went a bit deeper, Hermione gasped and felt her body tense up.
"No, stay relaxed" Dumbledore commanded.
Hermione nodded, and forced her body to relax again. His cock pushed in, stretching her wider than anything had ever gone. The pain was sharp, and the pressure was immense.
"Oh!" Hermione squeaked.
"Relax, and breath"
Hermione did, she inhaled and exhaled. His cock kept going, inch after inch.
"Merlin's beard!" Dumbledore gasped.
"What is it?" Hermione asked, scared and curious.
"You are not a virgin, are you?"
"Yes I am!"
"Miss Granger, you're giving this to me when you should've given it to Harry? I had no knowledge of your innocence, and therefore after tonight you must pretend to lose your virginity to Harry. It's of utmost importance.*
"Yes, I see...we were going to...any day now in honesty...just waiting for the right time" Hermione blushed.
"Well, the right to it is mine now, but in his honour are you receiving my cock as your first" Dumbledore smiled.
His hips pushed slowly again and Hermione yelped. The pain was unbearable, his cock was too big and her pussy was stretched too wide. She was being torn in two, surely.
"Almost there" Dumbledore cooed, even though he actually was only halfway. His hands caressed her breasts and his fingers worked her clit.
He felt the tension ease, and his hips moved forwards, sinking more and more into her pussy. He watched her facial expressions, and felt her body respond.
"It's okay, take my cock" Dumbledore murmured and pushed in again.
He was three quarters in when he couldn't go any further, and Hermione's pussy had accommodated his massive manhood as much as it physically could.
"You're taking my cock beautifully Miss Granger, just beautiful. Now, are you ready?"
"Y-yes" Hermione whimpered, her eyes closed and her mind lost.
Dumbledore pulled his hips back until only the head was inside, then thrust back deep inside. He did it again and again, his cock sinking deep into her tight cunt and stretching her pussy out. His cock was throbbing, the blood pumping and her cunt gripping him tightly.
"Take my cock" Dumbledore moaned, his thrusting becoming harder and quicker.
Hermione gasped and her arms flailed, her fingers grasped the old man's back and her nails dug in. Her breasts bounced up and down, and her pussy was dripping with her juices.
"It's okay, just take it" Dumbledore growled.
"Dumbledore" Hermione cried out, her legs spreading wider and her hips bucking.
"Good girl" Dumbledore panted.
His hips hammered into her, his balls slapped her arse and his cock rammed in and out. He was fucking her relentlessly, her cunt was gripping him tightly and she was screaming.
"Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, oh fuck me" Hermione moaned loudly, her pussy aching and her stomach tightening.
"Come" Dumbledore ordered.
"Dumbledore!" Hermione screamed.
Her whole body seized up and her mind was lost to the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced. Her eyes were shut, her mouth hung open and her fingers scratched the older man's back.
"Yes, come for me, come on my cock" Dumbledore urged.
His hips continued the pounding, his balls slapping against her arse and her breasts shaking. Hermione's moaning was loud, other than a wince and occasional growl of pleasure, Dumbledore was as composed as he'd been sitting on the sofa just talking to her.
"Yes, yes, fuck me" Hermione groaned, her hips meeting his.
"You're taking it so good" Dumbledore said.
"Oh god" Hermione groaned.
"Take my cock from behind now, on your knees" Dumbledore commanded.
Hermione obeyed without hesitation, letting him slip out in order to comfortably transition. Her mind was still clouded from Legilimency, but mainly the lust and need for his cock was increasing, which kept guilt and loyalty at bay.
Dumbledore's eyes drank her in. The sight of her on her hands and knees, her breasts swinging back and forth as her head was tilted forward, and her back arched as her arse stuck up. His hand caressed her bum and slid up her spine, before going back to her tight arse. He smacked the cheeks and squeezed them, before sliding his cock into position again.
Pushing back in felt just like he was doing it the first time, just without the thin membrane slightly impeding him. The pressure and the stretch, the heat and the wetness. His cock was so hard and his balls so full, and her pussy was so tight.
"Oh fuck" Hermione gasped, feeling the thick cock sink in again.
"Yes, take my cock" Dumbledore whispered, and slammed his hips against her arse.
"Fuck!"
"Take my cock" Dumbledore repeated, and fucked her hard and fast.
His hips slapped her arse, the flesh jiggling and the impact of his thighs hitting her. Hermione's moans were getting louder, and her body was trembling.
"Yes, yes, yes" Hermione cried out.
"Come on my cock, take it"
"I-I'm coming, oh god, oh god"
"Yes, yes" Dumbledore urged.
"YES, OH GOD, FUCK ME"
"That's it, come on my cock, come"
"YES, YES, OH MY GOD"
Hermione was shaking, her orgasm was intense. She was coming harder than she'd ever experienced, and the thick, massive cock was driving her crazy.
Dumbledore was sweating, blowing a little but ultimately still yet to come close to cumming. It wasn't that he wasn't feeling pleasure, for Miss Granger's pussy was the best he'd ever had, and even beat Grindelwald's tight arse. He was simply taking so long to come, because it takes him an incredibly long time to build up to one. But when he did, there's not many more powerful explosions in the world.
"We must keep going Miss Granger. This time you must set the pace. Sit on my cock and ride me" Dumbledore says this whilst reclining against the headboard.
"Of course" Hermione agrees.
She straddles his hips, and positions her wet cunt over his large blunt tool. For the third time Dumbledore penetrates Hermione's body, this time slightly easier than the first two. But still, it is an incredible experience for both parties.
"Ohhh" Hermione moaned.
"Yes, just like that, sit on my cock and ride it" Dumbledore ordered.
Hermione did, she put her palms against his chest and slowly raised her hips. Dumbledore's cock came out of her, only the tip staying inside. Then she slowly lowered herself, the feeling was incredible.
"Ohh" Hermione moaned.
"Yes, keep riding it. Good girl, keep riding it" Dumbledore murmured.
His hands cupped her breasts, he squeezed them and teased her nipples. His hips met her downward movements, his cock thrusting up and his balls hitting her arse.
"Yes, ohh" Hermione groaned.
She bounced up and down faster and faster, his cock plunging into her wet and willing pussy. The pleasure was indescribable, and her mind was in a frenzy.
"Ride my cock, just like that, keep going" Dumbledore grunted, his cock twitching inside her.
"Fuck, fuck" Hermione moaned.
She was bouncing up and down, the bed creaking and her breasts were slapping her chin. She felt his fingers tweak her nipples and pinch her, and his cock thrusting in and out.
"Ride it, ride my cock" Dumbledore urged.
"Yess" Hermione hissed, her body moving faster and her hips rocking.
"Yes, good girl, take it, keep riding"
"Ohhh"
"Take it, keep riding"
"YES, YES"
"Keep riding"
"YES"
"Come for me, come on my cock"
"I'm coming, I'm coming, oh god"
"Ride my cock, ride my cock, keep coming, don't stop"
"FUCK, FUCK, YES"
"Take my cock"
"OH, FUCK"
"Ride it"
"YES, OH GOD, DUMBLEDORE, YES, YES"
"That's a good girl"
"YES, YES"
Hermione was gasping and moaning. A sweaty, glowing representation of ecstacy. She was a virgin only a few minutes ago, but she'd had an experience that most people wouldn't get in their lifetime. From a man who was her headmaster, as old as her great grandfather, and most definitely not her boyfriend who she loved dearly. As far as her body was concerned though, she now belonged to Albus Dumbledore.
"That's it, go again my dear, go again"
"Wha-? Buh? I'm?"
"You're not going to leave me yet, are you Miss Granger?"
"N-no...never"
"Good, we're only half done"
"Half?"
"Now, ride my cock again"
"Oh god"
Hermione continued, her hips moving and her hands resting on his chest. He was playing with her breasts, her nipples rock hard and her pussy sore.
"Oh, oh, oh" Hermione groaned.
"Take my cock, ride it, ride my cock" Dumbledore growled.
"Yess, fuck, fuck, fuck" Hermione chanted.
Her hips were rising and falling, the sound of her arse slapping against his thighs was the music in the room.
"Yesss" Dumbledore moaned.
"Ohh, ohh, ohh"
"Ride my cock, ride it"
"Yess, yess"
"Take it, take my cock"
"Yess"
"Come, come on, I know you have one more in you my dear. Let me drain you dry"
"Mmm, ohh, yess, yess"
"Take my cock"
"OH"
"Come for me"
"FUCK"
"Yes, come, come on my cock"
"YES, YES, FUCK"
"Ride me"
"I'm coming, I'm coming, yes, fuck me"
"That's a good girl, take my cock"
"Oh god"
"Ride my cock, ride my cock, ride my cock"
"FUUUCK"
Hermione passed out moments after, her body thumping down onto Dumbledore's slightly hairy chest, and very hairy beard. Dumbledore chuckled to himself and planted a nice feathery kiss on Hermione's forehead. "You are one exceptional witch Hermione. I hope you know that this isn't just for the greater good, it's for my sake as much as Harry's."
He then gently and without disturbing her, turns her onto her back again, and gets between her legs again. This time he heaves her legs up and pushes them against her body, giving him a higher angle of penetration. As he's getting into position Hermione regains consciousness, immediately moaning from stimulation from this man.
"Oh my goodness, are you still not done yet?" Hermione flat out disregards polite etiquette, they'd gone far beyond formality at this point.
"Well, I understand your minds in fragments at the moment, but you ought to recall the purpose of this liaison Miss Granger. The new Created One cannot exist if we don't create them, and to do that I must reach climax too."
"Oh yeah, that makes sense."
Dumbledore chuckles. "Now, where were we?"
Dumbledore places his cockhead at her entrance, and thrusts in, his passage through rather easy at this point. He's not as slow as before, but certainly not as fast. He's taking his time, enjoying the feeling.
"Oh fuck" Hermione groans, feeling his cock thrust deep inside her.
"Take my cock, my dear, take it all" Dumbledore moans.
His hips thrust again, and his cock is deep inside her pussy. His balls are resting against her arse, and his pelvis is pressed against her mound. Most significantly, her cervix is meeting his cockhead on every thrust, not just touching by shaking her womb barrier with his force.
"Oh, oh, oh, yes, fuck me" Hermione moans.
"Yes, good girl" Dumbledore praises.
His cock pulls out and pushes back in. Dumbledore does this again and again, his hips thrusting and his cock pounding her cunt.
"Merlin's beard" Dumbledore hisses.
"Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me" Hermione urges.
"That's a good girl, you're a good girl"
"Keep fucking me"
His cockhead smacked her cervix and bounced off it, then it came back stronger and stronger. It was getting ready, building up, preparing to unload the biggest load ever.
"Good girl, good girl" Dumbledore murmured.
He focused more on pinning her down now that his orgasm was finally beginning to develop.
"Oh god" Hermione yelped.
"I'm almost there, I'm almost there" Dumbledore promised.
"Fuck me, fuck me"
Dumbldore's hips were thrusting, his legs trapped Hermione's movements entirely, she could only take his pleasure and await the creamy formula that their backup plan rested on.
"Take it, take my cock, take my cock" Dumbledore growled.
"I'm going to cum again, oh god, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum"
"Yes, give me an heir"
"Oh, oh"
"Have my child. Make us our Created One."
"Yes, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh god, I'm cumming"
"That's it, that's a good girl"
"OH, OH"
"Yes, cum, yes"
Dumbledore's shaft started swelling as cum made its way through the urethra and ensuring an eruption was certain to occur. In just a few pumps, his sperm will be racing to find Hermione's unprotected eggs.
"Give me a child, a powerful child, a hero. Give me what I want" Dumbledore roared, the last few pumps becoming more and more frantic.
"YES, YES" Hermione cried.
"Ready...annnnndddddd...HERE I GO"
Dumbledore's seed burst forth, firing off at such velocity. He stopped thrusting and let the geyser flood through Hermione's baby chamber. Her womb was flooded in seconds, her egg was already being assaulted by the first wave.
"There's so much... it's so hot" Hermione commented in exhausted amazement.
Dumbledore was breathing heavily and his eyes were shut. The rush was incredible, the pressure of holding back for so long had made it quite intense. He was sweating and his heart was beating fast, but he was happy. He laid completely on top of Hermione, not moving, just plugging Hermione's pussy tight with his cock still shooting sperm inside.
Hermione lay there for a few moments, until finally the thick and heavy member slipped out, and she could feel the sticky white fluid oozing out. Dumbledore mercifully just let Hermione be and rest, whilst he moved to the side of Hermione's bed and watched her cunt leak out copious amounts of cum.
"I think the chances of a successful conception are very good. For now, enjoy your rest Miss Granger. I'll be providing a reasonable excuse to Harry, as to your much later than expected time with me" Dumbledore said, then got out of the bed and proceeded to adorn his discarded dressing gown. As he did, a sob escaped Hermione as though everything that just happened was realised with a completely clear mind.
"This, this is wrong, so, so wrong" Hermione said quietly to herself.
"I know Miss Granger, but for the sake of the world, it had to happen." Dumbledore replied, hearing her mumble. "We have ensured that peace won't fall primarily on Harry's head. He's no longer our last resort. And if he's successfully regardless of our efforts today, then you've got a child to cherish between you."
"He's got? It's your child. You did this to HIS girlfriend. The only thing you've given me is a child of infidelity, and a secret to hide for all eternity. Now leave me alone" Hermione's voice was firm despite her tears.
"I'm truly sorry Miss Granger, but it's done. What's been done cannot be undone."
"Get out"
"For what it's worth, you aren't to feel guilty, I shall burden myself with th-"
"I don't think you're hearing me in your old age! I want you to go into the next room and let me think in peace, is that too much to ask, Professor?"
"I hear you perfectly fine, and I respect your wish to be left alone. I only hope you come to see reason. Goodbye for now."
And with that Dumbledore walked away and entered the headmaster's office. Once the door closed, Hermione sat up, put her underwear back on and got out of bed. She pulled on the clothes she'd previously discarded, and then left the room. She went straight to Gryffindor Tower, not knowing or caring how Dumbledore was planning on explaining the situation.
Of course she was never going to reveal what happened to Harry. Of course she was going to fuck Harry tonight, giving him her "virginity", in a desperate attempt to cover up the fact she might be having a baby in nine months. She'd raise the baby as theirs, even though its father is Albus Dumbledore. Because she loved Harry Potter and wanted him to be alive and happy, to enjoy life with the boy she was always meant to be with.
But of course, if Harry doesn't fuck her better than Albus Dumbledore just did, there's no chance she'll ever take it once in her lifetime. She needed that fucking almost every night, and if Harry couldn't provide she knew one man who could. She refused to address that part of herself, but it was there and it wasn't going anywhere, unless Harry's a better lay than Dumbledore. She honestly couldn't see that happening.
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