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A Girl Out of Time	By : SherlockHolmes Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 5362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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That night, Hermione retired to the cavern and entered the TARDIS rather wearily. It had been a trying day; students and teachers alike were full of questions about her relationship with the mysterious dark haired man. Ron had started several ugly rumors about her which to her dismay had been eagerly embellished upon. At one point, Lavender and Parvati had pounced on her and dragged her off to the girls’ bathroom for ‘girl talk’. She had become so disgusted by the whole ordeal she had hexed them both.

The Doctor met her warmly, pulling her in for a deep kiss. Hermione groaned as her exhaustion disappeared and desire took over. She reached up to lace her arms around his neck and pressed herself close. He disengaged from their kiss and chuckled into the side of her neck, “Long day, love?” Hermione sighed, “yes,” she looked up into his deep brown eyes, wanting nothing more than wrap herself around him. It must have shown on her face, as the Doctor smirked at her before swinging her up over his shoulder and swatting her arse, “I know just the thing.” He ignored her squeal and tiny fists pounding uselessly on his back.

He easily carried her down the hall to their bedroom where he dumped her on the bed. When Hermione attempted to scramble off indignantly, he grabbed her body and tossed her back onto the mattress, “Pet, stay there or you will regret it.” She stilled at the steel in his voice and cursed herself for the flood of arousal that washed over her. She stared back at her husband defiantly, “Why should I? Maybe I just want a hot bath and some dinner.”

A low growl sounded, and before Hermione could blink, he had ‘Divesto’d’ her clothes, bound her hands over her head, and her legs were tied apart, each one to a separate corner. Hermione gasped, partly in outrage and partly in excitement, “How dare…” he cut her off by tying a gag around her mouth. He sniggered at her expression that glared back at him, “Oh come on, love. You and I both know you want this,” his voice went deep and husky, “I promise you will enjoy every moment.”

The Doctor drank in the sight of his wife spread before him. She was gorgeous with full breasts, smooth stomach and shapely thighs. Her wild curls tumbled about her head, spilling across the pillows. And her chocolate colored eyes were full of fury and arousal as they snapped at him. Even bound and gagged, she reminded him of a nymph, tempting him to ravish her.

He slowly removed his own clothing, one article at a time, never breaking eye contact with her as he did. He could sense her anticipation as he bared his torso, then his groin and legs; wanting to draw out her torment, he merely regarded her from his position beside the bed before turning and heading into the loo without a word. In the distance he could hear her struggles to free herself, but he knew she would not be able to break free. The Doctor gathered the few articles he was looking for and returned to his wife’s side.

Hermione immediately stilled when she felt him settle on the bed beside her; he still had not said a word to her and a tiny trickle of fear ran through her. “Pet…” he warned her. Then he eased her alarm by running a hand softly over her curves up to her face where he brushed back some of her curls. “Stop fussing, pet, you will enjoy this.” A blindfold covered her eyes and Hermione strained to hear or feel the next move her husband was to make.

A soft touch feathered over her body, tracing over her face down her neck over her bosom to circle her areolas and then slither over her stomach and sides to outline her thighs, knees and toes. Hermione shivered at the sensations cascading over her; it felt like he was using a feather to torment her. A warm rich laugh came close to her right ear, his breath coasting over her raising goose bumps, “Didn’t I tell you that you would enjoy this pet?” His tongue snaked out to lick her ear as his fingers found her nipples and began to pinch them. “Hmm, you are so responsive love…so beautiful.” He drew the tip of his tongue down her neck to the juncture with her shoulder, where he nipped her sharply before soothing the bite with a kiss.

She could feel the heat of his body as he moved closer to her as he covered her with touches and kisses. Hermione trembled as her body ached for release, the Doctor was taking his time exploring her and she was helpless to speed up the process. When her lover finally settled between her legs, she sighed internally in relief, hoping the teasing was done. However, the Doctor just laughed evilly, “oh no, my pet, we are far from finished.”

There was a shift of his weight as he leaned over to pick something up from beside her. Hermione tensed in expectation, but the Doctor continued his unhurried ministrations to her body and she soon relaxed again. He teased and prodded her cunt with his tongue and fingers, building her anticipation; when she least expected it, he thrust a dildo deep into her, and used magic to lock it in place. Hermione arched at the sensation of being filled, but the Doctor used his body to force her back down and held her in place. He maneuvered over her so he could latch onto her clit with his mouth and began to suck using his fingers to pluck at her fleshy lips and trail down to her anus. A muttered spell set the dildo to vibrate and throb inside her, and the Doctor raised his head briefly to tell Hermione, “Pet, do not cum until I say.”

Hermione was nearly mindless with sensation, and she wanted to thrash about desperately to ease the ache building inside her, but her husband kept her pinned in place as he suckled on her clit and abused her nipples. She could feel her climax building, and she cried out mentally to him, hoping for relief, but he ignored her pleas. He nipped her hooded bud as he slid a finger into her ass and released the containment spell on the dildo and began to fuck her hard with it. He could hear her physical cries along with her physic ones and knew she was close. “Now, pet. Cum, now,” he barked at her. He watched in greedy amazement as his wife seized and thrashed against her bonds from the intensity of her orgasm. As he felt her peak fade, he ripped the dildo from her and thrust his engorged cock into her sweet warmth. The Doctor slid his arms under Hermione’s shoulders to wrap them up towards her neck as he began to pound into her. He could feel a second climax hitting her, squeezing his cock hard and he groaned, “so exquisite pet.” His bollocks began to tighten and he grounded harder into the delectable form below him. The Doctor dropped his head to latch onto the side of Hermiones neck and he bit down as his seed began to burst from him. Hermione screamed behind her gag as a third orgasm swept through her and she collapsed in exhaustion. The Doctor continued to lie on his wife, their foreheads pressed together as they panted heavily.

He gently pulled his spent cock from her body and rolled to his side; an absentminded wave of his hand and her bonds and gag disappeared. Hermione frowned at him, “you didn’t have to tie me up you know.” She was pouting; she had enjoyed the experience but hated to admit she was wrong. The Doctor just laughed as he gathered her into his arms, “Don’t lie to me, pet. You loved it.” He nuzzled her hair with his nose and grinned at her “harrumph.” She would get used to his ways soon enough; but for now, he would hold her as they had a nap. Then would come a bath or shower followed by dinner. They would see what tomorrow would bring.
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