Hermione Granger: Lady of Lust
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
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45,534
Reviews:
17
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Currently Reading:
4
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Awakening
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Hermione Granger: Lady of Lust
Chapter 2: Awakening
As her senses slowly returned to her, Hermione became aware of being very stiff and of feeling like she was laying on something. She quickly stood up. She felt different, and a bit light headed and she raised her right hand to rub her forehead but as it passed before her eyes, she gasped. Her nails were normally short (from chewing them) and uncoloured (from simply not painting them) but that was not the case now; her nails were roughly an inch long, coloured somewhere between rich red wine and freshly spilled blood and came to a sharp looking point. On closer examination, her fingers were daintier and her skin was absolutely perfect.
I wish I had a mirror.
At her thought, a large, reflective piece of glass appeared before her, no frame, just the glass hovering motionlessly, and what it reflected gave the brainy girl the shock of her life.
She was nude, and she was stunning; her breasts had increased in size with small pink nipples pointing ahead of her in the coolness of the room, her waist and belly were thin but perfectly toned, and her hips and ass swelled invitingly. Her hair\'s normal bushiness had become a waviness, the kind other girls would spend hours and gallons of product trying to achieve, and the style reached to her ass, shimmering down both sides of her body like an auburn waterfall. Her skin was perfect, without a blemish, and a perfect colour that made her stand out in the darkness of the room, but could not be called pale; it was a flawless alabastor. Her facial features had changed, her teeth were a glowing white and their alignment couldn\'t be better, her lips were the same deep reddish colour of her nails, they were full and had that \'just kissed\' look, her nose was upturned and intensely cute, her eyelashes were long and her slightly arched eyebrows looked like she spent an hour with tweezers every night. It also looked like she was wearing light violet/blue eyeshadow. Her pubic hairs were trimmed into a neat V-shape and the lips were bright pink and puffy.
These changes were not the most shocking however; she didn\'t look exactly human any more. In her pearly whites, the top canines had elongated in to small fangs, which did nothing to distract from her amazing beauty. Her eyes had a glow behind them, the same colour as her new nails. Small horns, maybe 4 inches long, peaked out from her forehead. She also found out what she had been laying on, her wings. Large batlike wings spread from her back and she couldn\'t help but reach up and stroke them. The webbing looked like leather, but it shined slightly and was softer than any velvet or silk she had ever touched. She also had a long (apparently prehensile) tail sprouting from just above the crack of her ass. The horns, tail and wings were also in the same colour as her nails.
She stood dumbfounded for several minutes before she could even speak.
“Sweet Merlin...I\'m a...succubus.”
Tearing herself out of her revery, she threw herself at the book, which no longer needed to turn it\'s words into English for her to read it.
“Congratulations, new Bezekira, or as humans call your kind, Succubus. You are a demon, but not just any demon, a princess among demons. This book was placed on the mortal plane with the hopes it might be able to create a new noble demon, it has succeeded, though...hold on..”
As the newly reborn demoness watched, a small figure pulled itself from the parchment of the book and hovered over it. The figure was feminine, about 18 inches tall and possessed orange skin, wings and a barbed tail. It\'s wide mouth was filled with razor sharp fangs and it\'s eyes glowed an intense violet. It began to speak in an unknown, gutteral sounding language, which Hermione somehow understood perfectly.
“Good to be out of that stuid book. Good evening Mistress, my name is Siltana, I\'m an Ember, a very minor type of tannar\'ri and I am here to train you and help you live your new life.”
“How can I understand you? You\'re not speaking English, French, Spanish or Latin.” The Ember smiled.
“Neither are you, Mistress, we are speaking Infernal, the language of the Hells, the tongue of demons.”
“No I\'m...”, she trailed off as she realized she was, indeed speaking the same language. “But I don\'t know Infernal!”
“Comes with the whole demon thing, as a tannar\'ri, you innately understand and speak it.”
“I see. So why are you here?”, at this, the tiny demon grinned, showing off all her many fangs.
“To help you become the best damn demoness you can be. When you first lifted my book, I looked into your heart, you want to be respected, you\'re tired of being ignored. And the whole virginity thing is easy. I can help you with all of it, Milady.”
“How? And why do you call me Mistress and Milady?”
“I\'m pretty sure I mentioned you\'re demon nobility, an aristocrat, you ARE my mistress. You\'re in charge.”
“This is a lot to take in. Wait...how long was I unconscious?”
“Several hours.”
“Oh crap, I need to go. But I can\'t go out there like this!”
“Then I suppose our training begins with you learning how to take human form. It\'s easy. As a Bezekira, you\'re built for seduction, as such you can change your physical appearance as easily as changing your mind. Just think about what you want to look like.”
Hermione closed her eyes and concentrated on the way she was before the change, when she reopened them, she was still nude, but back to her old bushy haired, flat-chested, boring self.
“I still need clothes.”, she now noticed her voice was different too.
“Easy enough, just think about them too. Gotta say, you looked better the other way.”, Hermione thought about it and was suddenly dressed in her usual school uniform.
“Thank you...wait, how do I stop speaking Infernal.”
“You still know your other languages, but you need to think about it a bit, because Infernal is your native language now. How about this, I\'ll turn myself into something, a pendant, and you can wear me around. We can establish a mental link so you can communicate with me without talking, we can train as you go in becoming stronger.” , and just like that, she became a pendant which Hermione slipped around her neck.
You can hear me, right?
Yes.
Good, let\'s get you back into the general population.
Hermione took to the staircase, her life changed forever by a demon possessed book and her own desires.
Hermione Granger: Lady of Lust
Chapter 2: Awakening
As her senses slowly returned to her, Hermione became aware of being very stiff and of feeling like she was laying on something. She quickly stood up. She felt different, and a bit light headed and she raised her right hand to rub her forehead but as it passed before her eyes, she gasped. Her nails were normally short (from chewing them) and uncoloured (from simply not painting them) but that was not the case now; her nails were roughly an inch long, coloured somewhere between rich red wine and freshly spilled blood and came to a sharp looking point. On closer examination, her fingers were daintier and her skin was absolutely perfect.
I wish I had a mirror.
At her thought, a large, reflective piece of glass appeared before her, no frame, just the glass hovering motionlessly, and what it reflected gave the brainy girl the shock of her life.
She was nude, and she was stunning; her breasts had increased in size with small pink nipples pointing ahead of her in the coolness of the room, her waist and belly were thin but perfectly toned, and her hips and ass swelled invitingly. Her hair\'s normal bushiness had become a waviness, the kind other girls would spend hours and gallons of product trying to achieve, and the style reached to her ass, shimmering down both sides of her body like an auburn waterfall. Her skin was perfect, without a blemish, and a perfect colour that made her stand out in the darkness of the room, but could not be called pale; it was a flawless alabastor. Her facial features had changed, her teeth were a glowing white and their alignment couldn\'t be better, her lips were the same deep reddish colour of her nails, they were full and had that \'just kissed\' look, her nose was upturned and intensely cute, her eyelashes were long and her slightly arched eyebrows looked like she spent an hour with tweezers every night. It also looked like she was wearing light violet/blue eyeshadow. Her pubic hairs were trimmed into a neat V-shape and the lips were bright pink and puffy.
These changes were not the most shocking however; she didn\'t look exactly human any more. In her pearly whites, the top canines had elongated in to small fangs, which did nothing to distract from her amazing beauty. Her eyes had a glow behind them, the same colour as her new nails. Small horns, maybe 4 inches long, peaked out from her forehead. She also found out what she had been laying on, her wings. Large batlike wings spread from her back and she couldn\'t help but reach up and stroke them. The webbing looked like leather, but it shined slightly and was softer than any velvet or silk she had ever touched. She also had a long (apparently prehensile) tail sprouting from just above the crack of her ass. The horns, tail and wings were also in the same colour as her nails.
She stood dumbfounded for several minutes before she could even speak.
“Sweet Merlin...I\'m a...succubus.”
Tearing herself out of her revery, she threw herself at the book, which no longer needed to turn it\'s words into English for her to read it.
“Congratulations, new Bezekira, or as humans call your kind, Succubus. You are a demon, but not just any demon, a princess among demons. This book was placed on the mortal plane with the hopes it might be able to create a new noble demon, it has succeeded, though...hold on..”
As the newly reborn demoness watched, a small figure pulled itself from the parchment of the book and hovered over it. The figure was feminine, about 18 inches tall and possessed orange skin, wings and a barbed tail. It\'s wide mouth was filled with razor sharp fangs and it\'s eyes glowed an intense violet. It began to speak in an unknown, gutteral sounding language, which Hermione somehow understood perfectly.
“Good to be out of that stuid book. Good evening Mistress, my name is Siltana, I\'m an Ember, a very minor type of tannar\'ri and I am here to train you and help you live your new life.”
“How can I understand you? You\'re not speaking English, French, Spanish or Latin.” The Ember smiled.
“Neither are you, Mistress, we are speaking Infernal, the language of the Hells, the tongue of demons.”
“No I\'m...”, she trailed off as she realized she was, indeed speaking the same language. “But I don\'t know Infernal!”
“Comes with the whole demon thing, as a tannar\'ri, you innately understand and speak it.”
“I see. So why are you here?”, at this, the tiny demon grinned, showing off all her many fangs.
“To help you become the best damn demoness you can be. When you first lifted my book, I looked into your heart, you want to be respected, you\'re tired of being ignored. And the whole virginity thing is easy. I can help you with all of it, Milady.”
“How? And why do you call me Mistress and Milady?”
“I\'m pretty sure I mentioned you\'re demon nobility, an aristocrat, you ARE my mistress. You\'re in charge.”
“This is a lot to take in. Wait...how long was I unconscious?”
“Several hours.”
“Oh crap, I need to go. But I can\'t go out there like this!”
“Then I suppose our training begins with you learning how to take human form. It\'s easy. As a Bezekira, you\'re built for seduction, as such you can change your physical appearance as easily as changing your mind. Just think about what you want to look like.”
Hermione closed her eyes and concentrated on the way she was before the change, when she reopened them, she was still nude, but back to her old bushy haired, flat-chested, boring self.
“I still need clothes.”, she now noticed her voice was different too.
“Easy enough, just think about them too. Gotta say, you looked better the other way.”, Hermione thought about it and was suddenly dressed in her usual school uniform.
“Thank you...wait, how do I stop speaking Infernal.”
“You still know your other languages, but you need to think about it a bit, because Infernal is your native language now. How about this, I\'ll turn myself into something, a pendant, and you can wear me around. We can establish a mental link so you can communicate with me without talking, we can train as you go in becoming stronger.” , and just like that, she became a pendant which Hermione slipped around her neck.
You can hear me, right?
Yes.
Good, let\'s get you back into the general population.
Hermione took to the staircase, her life changed forever by a demon possessed book and her own desires.