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- 1-Chapter One
- 2-Chapter Two
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After a few minutes of simply lying there, Hermione eventually worked up the energy to go get cleaned up. When she asked Harry if he would join her, he waved her on, saying he'd be in in a bit, and she left him to rest, making her way into the suite's bathroom.
The bathrooms in the Heads' suites were on par with the Prefects' bathroom in terms of luxury, and the centerpiece of everything was the shower at the far end of the room. It was reminiscent of the over-the-top luxury showers she'd sometimes seen on Muggle home-renovation shows, all deep blue marble and gleaming metal, but where the Muggle luxury showers had a handful of water spouts working in concert, the wizarding version took things to a whole new level. A discreet series of runes actually conjured water evenly throughout the shower area, leaving it coming from no one source but simply spraying onto the body from every which direction. A few additional runes kept it from spraying directly into the person's face unintentionally, and individual heat and pressure preferences were determined automatically, making it the most luxurious shower experience possible.
Stepping in, Hermione took in a pleased breath as the runes activated automatically, a gentle massage of nearly-scalding water starting in on her from all angles. She had a lot of rinsing and washing to do in order to get clean; Harry's cum was thick and sticky and everywhere, and her hair was thoroughly saturated with the stuff. Reaching over for a bottle on a small shelf off to one side, she poured herself out a dollop of her favourite hair potion and got to work. The thick layer of ejaculate covering most of her upper torso would rinse off in time, so she chose to focus her attentions on her hair instead and allow the rest to clear away on its own.
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It was a little while later when the door to the bathroom opened up again and Harry came in, and Hermione had lost count of the number of times she'd poured out more hair solution for herself. She was mostly clean by then, but there was still a little bit of matted semen remaining in her hair that was stubbornly refusing to wash out completely. The room was more or less filled with steam at that point, so she didn't get a good look at Harry until he'd already joined her in the shower, but once he was there, she looked him over in curiosity.
He'd reduced his body down to close to what it had originally been, though he'd kept a few inches and maybe a stone of weight on, and he'd kept most of the impossibly-tight definition he'd given himself as well. He looked like a sculpture of a Greek god done by someone who'd never heard of subtlety - and for all that Hermione want to deride it as over-the-top, she couldn't deny that she found it ridiculously attractive. She took a moment to just watch him move, his deeply-cut muscles shifting sinuously right under his skin, and she had to hold back from going over and running her tongue along the creases in his abs.
"Everything's mostly cleaned up out there," he said, reaching past her to grab a bar of soap. She couldn't quite hold back from caressing his core with one hand as he leaned by. He pretended not to notice. "The sheets could probably still do with a proper laundering, but the mess itself is gone and the wall and floor are scourgified."
"Well, I'm glad to hear it," she replied, doing her best to keep her tone normal, "though I suspect we'll want to look into more advanced cleaning charms before too long." Her voice took on a bit of a teasing element then, and she locked his eyes with a challenging look. "Unless, of course, that was the full extent of your allegedly-disturbing ideas, in which case I'll be sorely disappointed."
He met her gaze with an arrogant smirk for just a moment, but it fractured and fell away as quick as it had come. "No, I can safely say not," he replied, moving forward to wrap her up in his arms. He was nervous again, disheartened and afraid of what she would think, and she felt a twinge of frustration. "Honestly, that was mostly just me releasing a bit of pressure. The ideas I have, they're more... Well, there's more to them than just that."
Pushing back from him far enough to look him in the eyes, she glared up at him. "Well there had damn well better be. I was promised freaky sex, and I expect you to deliver. I'm not made of glass, Harry! As long as you keep to our rules and back off if I call a safety, anything goes. We had that talk for a reason: You want to cut loose, I want you to cut loose. How clear do I have to make it?"
A spark lit behind Harry's eyes, and he shoved her lightly away from him and stepped back as well. She shivered slightly as he visibly let his insecurity wash away, standing straighter, rolling his shoulders, and fixing her with a hungry gaze. She knew right then that she was in for it.
"Fine," he said, his voice so low it was nearly a growl. "You want me to cut loose? I can cut loose."
Stalking forward, he reached down to grab her arse in both hands and lift, hefting her up into his arms and continuing forward until she was pressed up between his toned, muscular torso and the warm marble wall behind her. He brought his mouth down to capture hers, kissing her fervently as he ground his erection up against her, and for a few long moments, all they did was kiss and move against one another as the shower ran down over them.
Until something brushed up against Hermione's ankle and made her jerk back in surprise, that is.
She tried to twist around and see what it was, but Harry wouldn't let her get a good view, holding her in place and pinning her gaze with an amused look of his own.
"Harry," she said warily, "what was that?"
He didn't say anything, he just kept watching her in dark amusement. A moment later, however, she spotted something moving atop his head.
It was a small tendril of a plant, a thin, green, leafy vine slowly trailing its way through his hair, and it appeared to be moving of its own accord. Blinking, she glanced back down at his face, and he grinned widely back at her - and then, with a rush of rustling leaves, she was suddenly grabbed around the wrists, elbows, ankles, and knees by what she knew could only be more vines. They wrapped tightly around her, holding her securely (though not so tightly as to restrict blood-flow), and as Harry stepped away, they held her in place, leaving her bound and splayed out up against the wall in front of him.
Once he took a few steps back, Hermione could see that the vines were apparently sprouting out of his back, growing from there up to grip at the ceiling and then extending over to the wall and down to her. As she watched, another few vines grew up and joined the others, growing out like a fast-motion video until they wrapped around her extremities as well to hold her in place.
Harry made a show of looking her up and down, licking his lips as he cast his gaze over her body - and then the vines suddenly lifted her forward, carrying her off the wall and towards him. She struggled a bit in their hold, but they held fast, and he only smirked at her efforts. With just a thought, he wrapped another few vines around her, these ones around her shoulders and neck, and they forced her head back to bare her throat.
Leaning in, he started planting light kisses on her throat, adding in a few nips here and there as she started to writhe in his vines' grasp. He brought his hands forward as well to cup her breasts, hefting them lightly in place and teasing his thumbs around her nipples. "I'm a Metamorphmagus," he murmured quietly, barely audible over the shower's spray. "That doesn't just mean funny noses and changing hair; it's a fancy word for shapeshifter, and the limits of our abilities are actually some of our best-kept secrets." Several of the vines started to grow around her, branching and spreading to wrap around her torso; they explored her breasts, a few small tendrils teasing and circling gently around her nipples, and she moaned under their teasing assault. He moved away, letting the vines - his vines - do the work as he looked on.
And they were his vines, she realized, as much a part of him as his hand or his foot. For all that they seemed separate and her mind wanted to instinctively categorize them as their own entity, they were all him. Harry was gently kneading at her breasts, Harry was slowly wrapping her torso in a thickening nest of tangling vines, Harry was bringing a thick, glistening vine up towards her face - wait.
Blinking, she focused herself on that last one. A deep green vine an inch or so thick was coming up towards her, its end blunt and rounded and its surface glistening with a shiny, viscous liquid. There were no leaves or branches anywhere in sight on it, and it moved like a long tentacle - and when she caught sight of Harry standing a little ways away, his hand slowly moving up and down his erect cock, she couldn't help but wonder just where he'd gotten the idea.
Not that she was complaining, of course.
Smiling lasciviously, she licked her lips and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue for good measure. Harry smirked and took his hand off his cock, then gently moved his tentacle forward, letting it drift lightly towards her open mouth, and as soon as the appendage was within reach, she snapped forward, closing her lips around its end and running her tongue along its cool underside. Its glistening coating was sweet and slick, and she sucked at it eagerly, bobbing her head forward and back and letting her lips glide up and down what length she could reach.
Moaning in pleasure, Harry let it move forward, giving her more and more length to suck on, until she was bumping it up against the back of her throat whenever she dove forward on it. (Her parents had always taught her extremely thorough oral hygiene, and habitually brushing her tongue had wrought two benefits: great breath and no gag reflex.) She bobbed and sucked and licked and delighted in the noises of pleasure she was eliciting from her Metamorph boyfriend, and she was just starting to wonder whether she would be able to bring him to orgasm solely through fellating the vine when she felt a number of vines starting to tangle themselves in her hair and resist her head's movement. As they grew, they held her back more and more, and it didn't take a genius to realize she was meant to stop. Giving one last bob, nearly getting the tip of the tentacle down the top of her throat, she leaned back and relaxed, letting the tendrils in her hair support her head and neck.
Smiling approvingly, he ran the tentacle in and out of her mouth a few times before languidly extracting it, running it once around her flushed lips before withdrawing it back to where the plants all seemed to knot behind her. By this point, her body was thoroughly ensconced in a tangle of vines and leaves that would have made a Devil's Snare proud, and though she wasn't being held tightly, there wasn't a lot of give in the plants either. She had no choice but to remain splayed out in front of him, held up in midair by the plants that were a part of his body.
She didn't have long to muse on that, though, as the tentacle that she'd just been blowing made its presence known once again.
In her original plan to gently nudge Harry into kinkier and kinkier sex, she'd scheduled the introduction to anal sex for the middle of the summer, perhaps in the guise of a birthday present. It was hardly all that adventurous compared to some of the stuff she'd had planned for two or three years down the road, but considering that he'd never even conceived of the idea of oral sex before she'd introduced him, she'd been sure to plan conservatively.
Based on where his tentacle was prodding around, however, he apparently had plans to accelerate the schedule.
Her eyes went wide at the first touch of the slick, cool tendril, but when she caught a flash of nervousness on his face, she was sure to relax it into a delighted, anticipatory expression, complete with gentle writhing and a light moan. He was being adventurous on his own, taking chances and exploring new territory, and she wanted to encourage that as much as possible.
Fortunately, he took the hint, and his probing got a bit less tentative. He rubbed the tentacle around her rosebud, nudging directly against it occasionally, and soon she was slick with the tendril's sap all over - and then he brought it back to her pucker and started to push. At first, he had no success, but when he narrowed the tip of the tentacle slightly, her first ring of muscle gave way, and suddenly he was pushing in, stretching her out to the tentacle's full width. It wasn't terribly thick when compared to a phallus, but considering she'd only ever toyed with the tip of a finger in the past, the dull ache of being pushed open was still plenty present, and the feeling sent a shiver of pleasure through her body. Her eyes fluttered closed and she let out a low, shaky moan at the sensations, and Harry slowly began to move the vine in and out, building up a slow, luxurious pace.
After a few minutes of that, though, he withdrew it again, and she opened her eyes to give him a questioning look.
Smirking at her, he just reached behind himself, then pulled forward another vine-tentacle similar to the one he'd just been penetrating her with. He considered it for a moment, then stepped forward a bit, bringing it close to her face... and then he began sculpting it, painstakingly reshaping it to meet his exact needs.
Taking a section about a foot long at the end, he made it a bit thicker, then a bit harder and more rigid as well, adding a series of raised, vein-like ridges to top it all off. After a few moments, it started secreting the same sweet sap as the smaller one, and she unconsciously licked her lips at the thought of taking it in her mouth.
Spying the gesture, Harry just smirked again, and then the tentacle left his hand, whipping itself away and out of sight. For a brief moment, she wondered where it was going - but when she felt it nudging at her pussy lips, she knew just where it was headed.
Her eyes rolled upwards as the thick branch probed gently at her entrance. She was sopping wet, and not just because of the shower, and it had no trouble nudging its way in until its very tip was poised and ready to enter. She tried to roll her hips and coax it in, but the plants holding her up wouldn't allow her enough free motion to let her succeed. In response, the branch moved away, then flicked lightly at her clit, and she couldn't hold back a groan in response. "Harry, please!"
"Please what, Hermione?"
She whined softly in frustration and tried to writhe in place. "Put it in, Harry, please!"
"I don't know," he drawled, and she locked her eyes on him in a glare. He just laughed at her. "I mean, how do I know you really want it? You could just be humouring me here, playing along with my weird scenario for my benefit. Are you sure you don't just want to go back to boring, vanilla Harry?"
She was no idiot, she knew what he was doing. "Fuck me," she snarled at him, injecting as much venom into her voice as she possibly could. "Take that hard, thick branch of yours and shove it in my sopping cunt, then bring back that other vine as well. Fill me up, hammer into me, make me cuMORGANA ABOVE!"
Grinning wickedly, he'd thrust both into her simultaneously, suddenly filling her with his hard, cool tendrils. He set a quick pace, moving them in and out rapidly, setting her whole body jiggling within his bonds, and her head lolled around as she lost herself in pleasure. She babbled incoherently as he fucked her, phrases melting into one another as she tried to express everything his branch and vine were doing to her.
Her orgasm built up quickly as he pumped the tendrils into her over and over again, tension building up inside her, and soon, with a gush and an incoherent scream, she came, her pussy and arse convulsing frantically around their respective intruders.
Harry grit his teeth as the sensations of her spasming holes threatened to overwhelm him, and he couldn't hold onto his restraint any longer. His original plan was to go the whole time only touching her with his morphed vines and tendrils, but frankly, he just couldn't help himself.
***
As she came down from her orgasm, Hermione felt the branch in her pussy pulling its way out, and she whined slightly in disappointment at the feeling of emptiness it left behind. She perked up a bit, though, when her unfocused eyes caught something moving in front of her face, and as she blearily forced it into clarity, she recognized it as that same appendage, slick with both its sweet sap and her own secretions, that had just been inside her. Hopeful, she parted her lips for it, and Harry moved it forward for her, slipping the tip of it in between her lips and into her mouth. It was thicker than the other vine, and more rigid, but with her own juices still clinging to it, it was all the more delicious. It slowly slid in and out of her mouth, taking a slow pace as she sucked and licked at it, but it wasn't long before it pulled teasingly back, moving just outside of her reach.
She frowned at it, then glared at Harry behind it, but before she could pull together actual an actual coherent objection, her boyfriend stepped forward, and she felt something warm bump up against her midsection. He smirked at her, guiding the head of his cock down to rest against her lower lips - and then he dipped his body slightly and rolled his hips, and he pushed himself into her, his erection sinking smoothly into her sopping hole, warm and thick, and she tossed her head back and moaned at the feel of it.
He started off slow, pumping his erect member gently in and out of her, but he gradually picked up the pace, and soon he was really giving it to her, bouncing her up and down in the harness of vines and making her breaths short and shallow. As he sped up, he reached his arms around under her own to grip her shoulders from behind and, using the strength of the vines she was entrapped by as a counter, started pulling her down onto him, rocking her down onto his cock as he thrust up to meet her. He got the vine in her arse back into motion as well, pumping into her in sync and reaming her without restraint.
Given everything, she wasn't surprised when he soon gritted his teeth and started to stutter in his pace, and she took a deep, satisfied breath as he pulled her down onto him one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and let fly. His whole body jerked lightly as he came, and as his orgasm petered off, he leaned forward against her, spent. The vines supporting her fell away, and she found herself on her feet, in the shower, surrounded by piles of dense foliage and supporting a boyfriend substantially heavier than she was.
"Come on, Harry," she coaxed, maneuvering him into a more manageable position, one arm slung over her shoulders, "we need to get back to bed. Why don't you get rid of the vines for now and help me back to bed."
"Right, yeah," he mumbled, rolling his shoulders tiredly and blinking around at the shower. Closing his eyes for a moment, he started to retract the plant life back into himself, and soon he was back to being just a normal human.
"There we go," Hermione encouraged him, nudging him towards the door. "Now, back to bed, come on."
In reply, he just mumbled something incoherent and let her guide him out.
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