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Plenitude	By : HeavyMist Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 60689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: The characters and canon situations in Harry Potter belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I make no profit or money from this submission. I only own the plot.

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Disclaimer: The characters and canon situations in Harry Potter belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I make no profit or money from this submission. I only own the plot, a pc, and a cat.

A/N: Dear reader(s), do I need to reiterate the warnings? Nah! From now on things won’t be tame anymore, just so you know. Consider yourselves warned.

Please Read, Review and Rate? Mostly enjoy. :]

HM

P.S. Thank you dear Hubby for proofreading, Beta’ing, and mostly thank you for your words of support and encouragement when I needed them most :] xoxoxo

“For Dialogue”

‘For Thoughts’

‘For Flashbacks’

Chapter 12: More Than a Mouthful

Hermione got out of her post coital haze to find, to her utmost relief, her panties were back on her smarting bum, and sitting on the couch. Was she so out of it that she was not aware when and how he sat her back there?

‘Out of it?! Totally hooked on it, if you ask me, missy!’

‘Not now you annoying chit of a girl, I did not ask so shut up!’

She was incensed that she lost her bearings so easily, and reacted like a bitch in heat to his molestation! Yes, there’s no other word to describe what happened. She was deep in thought, head bent down, and face obviously flushed, when from between her lashes she detected his presence in front of her. Very close in front of her, and she didn’t want to look up, because she knew if she did, she is going to be looking somewhere she definitely wasn’t intending to think about, let alone see.

His dark chuckle, made her spine grow ice cold, her body cringed away from him, and she stuck her back to the couch’s, as far away from his ...crotch as she could. She looked up, eyes glaring at him; as if questioning implicitly, what the hell?

Leaning down, supporting his weight on both hands, positioned on either side of her head, on the couch top backrest. He pierced her with his red irises, which popped out from between his thick black eyelashes, studying her sparkling, although angry eyes for an eternity. His alien like face not a couple of inches away from hers, noses almost touching, had he had a nose obviously. He huskily whispered “ It is my break now, and you my sweet pet will return the favor” he answered her nonverbal enquiry, a hungry look in his eyes, and predatory grin altering his features into a more sinister “Alien” intents, than your average E.T.

Her eyes widened, her brain drew a blank. ‘Favor? What favor?’

‘Uh oh! Girl I don’t like what’s coming, I am out of here’ Her alter ego snatched the tipped cauldron and apparated away, somewhere into the crevices of her mind, hiding maybe under her hypothalamus, ‘she’d better stay there, the cowardly deserter! And he, if he drops dead that would be a favor!’ Breathing from both nose and mouth, she totally ignored what he was insinuating, to play dumb,” Sir, may I have my pants back please?”

Standing up and stepping even closer, trapping both her knees between his legs, hands folded on his chest, he did not even grace her with an answer, and just looked down on her and ordered:” pull down my pants and briefs”.

‘No! No no nonono this is not happening’ her eyes were bulging, ready to burst out of their sockets. She couldn’t talk, tongue stuck to the roof of her dry mouth, she simply shook her head, unable to speak. She should move away now, but how could she when he is standing in front of her, like an unassailable fortress!

“Make no mistake pet, either you do it with your hands, or with your teeth if you insist on defying me. Choose. You’ve got 5 seconds to comply starting now”. His voice was deadly serious, and she knew there was no way out of this deep deep shite. With trembling hands, she approached his hips, as if there was a poisonous snake about ready to jump and bite her.

Her doppelganger peeked from under the cauldron she was holding on top of her head, tilting her neck from behind a whizzing synapse somewhere in her Hypothalamus to whisper ‘Pssst …there is a snake there…a boa from the looks of it’, then she covered her head back with the cauldron and hid again.

‘Oh! As if I don’t know you stupid scaredy cat’

Hesitating on the leather belt, she closed her eyes for a second, gulping, while gasping for breath, she was shivering so much it made her movements clumsy and uncoordinated. He did not try to help in any way, immobile, and motionless like a sculpture, looking at her from his 6ft 3”, not even blinking. Her fingers going all thumbs on her, she couldn’t dislodge the button from its buttonhole before three tries at least, during which time, she was fuming in her mind, while he was smirking contentedly, not rushing her, enjoying her discomfiture, and watching closely her face going redder by the second. Cruel he may be, but she needs to learn, he thought with a sadistic delight.

The zipper did not give her much trouble, and then she stopped to look at him pleadingly, Merlin! Please I never done this, let alone seen a naked man!’ his “continue pet” nudged her out of her miserable rumination. With a more forceful jerk than necessary, she pulled down his pants, hoping she would chafe his skin and his imperturbable façade, asshole!

Breathing a sigh of relief, that despite all her yanking and tugging, she did not pull his briefs, thank Godric for small favors! Still, she so wanted to scrape her fingernails along his muscular thighs, and leave bloody welts there. She completely avoided looking at his black silk underwear. She turned her head down, put back her hands in her lap, and decided it is better to sweep up the floor with her pride, rather than do what he is expecting her to do. If the only way out of this coming nightmare, for her, is to grovel, plead and beg, then she will have to do it! She ought to do it; she needs to do it, if she wants to keep some semblance of dignity and self-respect! How the mighty have fallen!

She wanted to weep, cry, and curse him to the 2^nd circle of hell … Where all the lustful, licentious monsters like him go, at least Dante’s Inferno claimed as much. Swallowing the bitter pill, a whole infirmary supply of bitter remedies more like it, she slowly looked up, to meet his calculating perceptive eyes. How undignified she already felt about her unseemly attempt to save herself the worst part, or is it the worst part? What is more humiliating? Perform fellatio, or beg and plead and prostrate herself?

Choking on each syllable, an acrid taste coating her mouth, she thought it must be bile, tears pooling in her eyes, she mumbled, “P…Pl…please sir …I…have…never…done this…I beg you…I…never performed…fe…fellatio …before…”

His hand on her chin made her whole body jerk. He lifted her face up and smiled although sympathetically yet adamantly. He answered ”Now, now pet, no need to worry, I know you’re not a professional fellatrix…” he chuckled nastily at his own joke. His smile grew bigger and more ferocious, he continued “ Consider it another rule, how to pleasure your Master, since it is going to be part of your duties, servicing me I mean…”

His smile grew even wickeder if that was possible. His eyes sparkled like two rubies, wetting his lips, he resumed his coercive explanations, “pet, it is necessary that you learn what I like, I know you’ve never given head, for this reason I will guide you all the way through, and teach how I enjoy being sucked off. This way you will know what to do, when you are required to give me a blow job”.

He was being purposely crude, just to see her blushing face, her “performing fellatio” was so pedantically serious and studiously clinical it almost made him lose his erection. How sweet! The refreshing innocent girl! He almost laughed loudly at her saucer like huge eyes, and open mouth, wondering if taunting her about it again would be wise. However, he thought better of it, since a very vital and sizeable appendage of his, will soon be stuffed in between her jaws, and especially flanked by two rows of teeth, better be safe than sorry. He knows his witch might consider severing his cock, without thinking twice, she might be even thinking of it, at this exact moment, that was enough incentive to keep himself in check, at least for now.

“WHAT?!” Her scream almost turned him deaf, She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t find the words to express her outrage. Already spitting mad and furious, his crudely vulgar expressions, made her believe she ruptured a cerebral aneurysm, and her carotid artery is about to induce (and introduce her) to an apoplectic fit! She was flames and fury. She was about to spontaneously combust.

Through all of this drama, the Dark Lord crooked smirk, just added fuel to her fire. She was about to open her mouth and spew it all out, giving him a piece of her mind, when he simply answered “ 3 seconds to lower my briefs, 2 seconds to start servicing me, either that or we will switch from Fellatio to Irrumatio. You know what it is, don’t you witch? Force-feeding you my cock or you do it willingly…Your 5 seconds start now.”

He was cool as a cucumber when he added “ No teeth pet, I will tell you how to use those, next time, and you will swallow my ejaculate when I cum. Proceed” he continued with his jibes by replacing semen, sperm, or cum with a word fitting her clinical thought process, yet accentuate it, just to poke her a bit.

‘Next time? Swallow his ejaculate?? Oh Merlin someone please help, Avada Kedavra me now!’ She was in limbo, not believing what was really happening, as if part of her just left her body, and hovered over the whole scene watching, while what was left of her awareness was fighting off insanity. She knew that by not giving her time to think, and threatening of forcing his cock into her mouth and taking control, she’s pick the lesser of two evils.

Pushing herself to set about doing what was unavoidable before it’s too late, She reluctantly picked her hands up, slowly inching her way to the black briefs that stood between his bulging phallus and her eyes, and soon …mouth. With shaking hands, she put her index fingers in the elastic hem on either side of his hipbones; she closed her eyes and jerked the garment down. Movements and clothes rustling made her open them again, and she awestruck by what stood before her.

The Dark Lord had taken off his sweater, while his pants and briefs pooled around his feet, regardless of her anxious state of mind, she could not but admire the body and stature standing tall before her. His wide straight shoulders and arms framing a thorax that was a work of art, all in sinewy muscles. His abdomen of the six-pack abs genre, along with the V shaped Crest of Ilium lateral muscles, had a happy trail to boot. A narrow tiny vertical band of sprinkled hair, extending from the very short trimmed pubic hair towards the navel.

She gulped when her eyes looked at the end of the said happy trail, to find a somewhat happy phallus. A happy above average phallus, and not even totally erect yet. At the end of said happiness incarnated, his equally high positioned testicles looked firm in their tight hairless scrotum. Nooo! No flaccid saggy flopping testes, for Lord I-am-the-perfect-male-specimen Voldemort.

All right, she can faint now! No one is allowed to be this perfect! This kind of body should be illegal. His kind of body should be prohibited. Have mercy on witches for Merlin’s sake! And how the hell he’s got a body of a 25 year old male, while he must be about 70 or so?? Godric’s pubes! He is 50 years older than she is, He is like her grandfather or something, doesn’t this count as paedophilia?

A hand with long and strong tapered fingers, wrapped around the rigid red flesh, which her eyes were locked on, his thumb circled the red purplish Glans, spreading the clear, colorless, viscous preseminal fluid, which was seeping from the Meatus, then stroking the circumcised shaft up and down. His calm voice reached her clogged ears, and dilated eyes, disturbing her phallic induced stupor, as if from a distance.

“Wet your lips with your tongue pet”. She automatically complied, it was reflexive, she did not think about obeying him. It was an involuntary action, and his order was the last on her mind. She was looking at his penis with the eyes of an explorer, she has never seen a real one, let alone been as up close and personal to a male as she was now. Very close, and not to her liking. However, her curiosity took precedence over embarrassment and shame; his second order pulled her for her gawking, “lick the head of my cock first and wet it …thoroughly”.

She froze, yet she wet her lips again, his free left hand grabbed her hair, at the back of her head, and slowly forced her closer to the already erect shaft, her eyes were wide, thinking he is going to dislodge her jaws for sure. She knows from her thorough reading that when compared to other primates, including large primates such as the gorilla, the human penis is largest, both in absolute terms and in relative size to the rest of the body. Not only was he way above the average 7 inches all men should have, he reached about the 10 inches if not more, his girth was an erect circumference of maybe 5 inches!! She was looking at an erect penis that will wreak havoc on her mouth just about now. The man had a weapon in his groin, and he was intending to use it on her! How the hell this thing could fit anywhere! Again his velvety darkly wicked baritone issued the next order.

“Wrap your lips around my dick’s head and swirl your tongue around it, little one, taste me like a cone of ice cream, you like Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream, don’t you?”

Wetting her lips again, ignoring his euphemism; she peeked her tongue out halfheartedly, and swiped the tip on the now throbbing purplish mushroom like Glans. The taste of his pre-cum was kind if tangy and salty, not bitter or sour as she first thought it would taste, it was not unpleasant. This made her relax a bit, while his musky fragrance wafted and tickled her olfactive orifices, in tandem, her saliva flooded her mouth as if she was really preparing to enjoy a vanilla-strawberry Ice cream.

His left hand pushed on her right shoulder to bend her a little down, and then he pulled her head up by her hair, to position her neck the farthest back, to make her mouth and throat line up as horizontally as possible, to make it easier to penetrate her. She reacted instinctively to the angle he forced her neck into, and his pulling on her scalp, her lips became disconnected. He moved his hips, separating her lips fully, which wrapped around the head, her saliva acting as lubricant. Her tongue continued the circular motion. Oddly, She did not feel disgusted by his penis. It was similar to steel covered with silk, smooth on the outside, and hard underneath.

She forgot the whole situation to focus on her inner scientist, and discover what it felt like to indulge in this oral experience. Not needing any encouragement, she went further down, her tongue passed over the ridge on the underside of his penis, and felt him throb in her mouth. Then she flickered it again, to make sure it was because of her actions, and again his erect shaft reacted to her strokes, almost pushing farther into her mouth.

She was thinking that it was not that bad, like she first anticipated. She went down further still, licking around the shaft. His hand rested on the back of her head, and a tiny nudge of his hips made her choke, when the engorged head of his shaft hit her throat, at the root of her tongue, and she felt her tonsils smashed on either side. The whole space in the back of her mouth was invaded and stuffed by the phallic head. Her eyes watered, under the pressure; reflexively she opened her mouth wider, and tried to breathe from her nose. Placing her hands against his thighs trying to push him back.

She unconsciously swallowed trying to ease the strain caused by this new big lump blocking her respiration, moaning her protest against his invasion. Not moving an inch, he did not give her any respite, pushing farther down her throat, holding her head steady, not allowing her to retreat. He grunted” Yesss…Swallow again, yes…pet…moan around my dick…again”.

She was starting to panic, digging her short manicured nails into his skin, while her pharynx opened wider, her windpipe contracted instinctively to suck in more oxygen, trying to pull back her head, to find his fingers grabbing her hair and hindering her withdrawal. She spluttered all over his thick rod, gagging, gasping for air, she whimpered, then gulped down trying to prevent the dripping mess that covered them both with her drool. Said sticky mess was oozing from between her lips, coating her chin, and dropping down in long oily lines, flowing in two different directions.

Some dribbles sloping down his shaft to its base, and testicles, coating the largest part that was left out of her mouth, while the rest dropped and pooled in the crease between her bare thighs. He pulled back a little bit to give her a breather. Saliva left a long line of slobbering drool connecting her lips to the now sopping wet Glans, before he shoved his penis back in. Tears’ tracks were running down her cheeks by now, from the fleshy invasion and pressure on her larynx.

She heard him hiss, “Fuck…Yesss.” before intoning in a deep rough voice “Relax your throat muscles pet, breathe from your nose”. Her eyes moved up to see him looking down at her, his eyes almost completely black, with a red thin rim around the dilated pupils. Jaws locked, a nerve or a vein maybe was jumping near his right temple, his usually flattened nasal slits, open wide, and mouth closed tight, as if stopping himself from uttering any sound, features coated with a sheen of sweat. He was a picture of a being under duress; his face resembled a tortured man.

A fleeting thought brushed the scientist aside, to bring the woman out in her. He was like this because of her! He was reacting to her actions; to her control, she has this kind of power over him, to make him lose countenance, his cool façade crumbling because of what she was doing to him! She felt elated, empowered by this discovery; his murmured “my gorgeous witch” made her stomach flutter, and a gush of moisture oozed in between her nether lips, as if wanting to partake in the feast like the upper ones.

She lowered her eyelids not wanting him to notice her newfound boldness. Her hands and fingernails eased the pressure on his thick muscled thighs. Her tongue went on its own accord, seeking the taste of his flesh, and the heady sensation of power, and control over him. His guttural intake of breath made her smile viciously, time for payback!

She scraped slowly and gently her teeth around his thick shaft while pulling back, and fluttering her tongue to soothe the skin on her way down, feeling the engorged veins, flicking and tonguing, following their meandering throbbing distended length, bobbing her head in a leisurely rhythm. The sudden jolts and quivering of his penis rewarded her, she smiled wider when she felt him grow even larger, filling her oral cavity, while an almost groan slipped through his lips. He reflexively and uncontrollably shoved his penis deeper into her throat. Hands grasping her head tight; fingers gripping her hair, holding her in place. She relaxed her muscles as quickly as she could, adjusted her neck angle so that she wouldn’t gag easily, and kept breathing from her nose.

Though the assault was forceful, she tried to bear it as long as she could. The slurping noises of his thrusts into her throat, making her flush more than the act itself. It was embarrassing in an erotic kind of way. Coated in her own saliva, the slobber on his sodden flesh made cavernous suction sounds, since he was hitting the tightness of her throat. Saliva was also dribbling down her lips and chin, with each pull out, though slick dribble stuck to his shaft and testicles. A slick and slippery effect, to match the tears flowing from her eyes, caused by all of those vigorous deep thrusts pressuring her throat, up to her ocular globes.

She tried inhaling, timing her respiration every two plunges, but he was going faster now, so she resorted to breathe whenever she could, trying to reign in her gag reflex, which was difficult considering his size and his speeding pace. Her gags seemed to spur him on. His grunts got audible, and she felt his rigid tightening testicles hit her chin, when with a one forceful shove, he deeply invaded her throat; the head of his penis hitting the farthest point in the back of her throat. Her upper lip tickled by his short trimmed pubic hair, when her lips were forced down to the base of his shaft. He held her there, pushing her head down and his hips forward, a breathless grumble left his chest.

The noticeable swelling of his penis combined with the mad throbbing and quavering that propagated to her own throat muscles, and tongue, was her cue that he was about to hit his peak. Not a moment later, she felt his seed spray once, twice, in the back of her throat, before he pulled a couple of inches back, to unload the rest on her tongue, with his hand on the back of her head, still holding her in place.

His gruff breathless tone tinged with amazement accompanied his caressing hands in her hair, when he breathed the last of his directions to her “Lick it clean. After you finish, you will thank me for the honor of sucking my cock.”

She was about to gulp down, as fast as she could, the last mouthful of his ejaculate, when she heard him. Outraged, her choking shriek resulted with her mouth’s content spewing out, spraying his abdomen and already drenched shaft.

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