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Plenitude	By : HeavyMist Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 60689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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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, a cat, and of course all the chapters’ typos and errors.(Hits head against the wall…which is about to collapse)

A/N: Do I need to warn you dear readers there’s some mature contents in this chapter? Nah guess not :D This is my hubby’s favorite chapter so far. I wonder why!! (Shakes head)

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P.S. Thanks dear hubby for proofreading and Beta’ing. All Errors and typos are mine; somehow, I always mess up things, afterwards. lol

“Dialogue”

‘Thoughts’

‘Flashback’

Chapter 21: Let It Go …To Your Head!

For 15 minutes, fifteen minutes she had been kneeling, and the arrogant Lord bastard Asshole Voldemort did not even look her way, or acknowledge her presence. When she said ‘good morning’ he did not deign look at her, and simply said “Morning slave, kneel”. The Arsehole with capital A!

Looking, all this time, at his medium sized mirror-like screen on his desk, similar to the one he made appear on the wall but smaller, whilst typing on a flat thin tablet, what have they done to the old quill, and parchment? Not glancing her way, as if she was invisible, she stole some glances at the devices he was using.

The whole “apparatus” was similar to the muggle computer, what she took for keyboard, was made of some metal probably aluminum, a lot thinner, and had white flat buttons on it. He was using a Wizard computer?! Now they have computers?

Her stiff back was aching like someone stuck a hot rod through her spine’s vertebrae, while the muscles around it were spasming, from keeping the same position, and after only the first 5 minutes, the restriction on her movements was taking its toll. The ache started from her shoulders, and like an oil spot it spread slowly down, now all her muscles wanted is just to loosen up a bit, to be laid down on a soft mattress, and be massaged from now to Judgment day, preferably by some Shiatsu specialist!

Her rotulae were screaming at her that it was not a very good idea to press their lower part with her weight to the floor, though carpeted, because they were supposed to be a bit convex in shape, and not flattened.

The rubbed sore red skin on top of her almost flattened kneecaps added its voice to the mix. Sending messages to her brain, to tell ‘the dolt girl to stop fidgeting’; because carpet burns are not fun to deal with.

Her Neck muscles were trying to keep her head straight, multitasking by also cursing at her for putting them in such predicament, ‘idiot girl couldn’t keep her mouth shut, just like now!’

Her eyes were sick and tired of looking at the same spot of lush gray silver carpet, after counting for the millionth time the threads in there, and discovering not a single speck of dirt. Her hands were itching to throttle the flat snake faced wizard behind his desk, but she was trying to keep them glued to her bare thighs, to prevent any further abuse to her already tired body!

Ah! Yes, bare thighs, because Lord I-am-a-voyeur Voldemort ordered her to wear a frock with wide skirt and tight bodice, sans unmentionables. He simply left the dress on a chair with the briefest note in history, since humans discovered writing! ‘Wear this, LV’. Well the pastel green, summer dress was nice, at least he did not choose some whorish accoutrements, Thank Merlin, or she would be preparing herself for worse chastisement, knowing she won’t wear it. Conceited snake!

A pained moan almost slipped through her mouth, when she fidgeted, her thighs muscles and calves and feet, all stretched and tired, numb albeit still feeling a dull ache spreading! How come a limb could be numb, but still you feel pain?? Forget it, adding to the rest of her body organs’ whining list, is not constructive! Why doesn’t numbness spread to her pained joints? It is all his fault, Sadistic prick!

Her brain was going through the recent events of last evening, in an attempt to ignore her body’s rebellious signals. The coup-d’état, all of these abused organs were contemplating! Or is it “coup-de-Maître”? A ‘Master’s stroke’, a ‘stroke of genius’ indeed! How hilariously philosophical of her to make a double pun now! The Master using her own aching body, against her, to punish her, without even laying a single finger on her? A “stroke” of a genius indeed! Asshole! With a capital A. Yes she’s repeating herself, and she doesn’t care, she doesn’t have it in her now to care, at only 8:15 in the morning, and she’s already worn out, make that ASSHOLE!

She came in from his bedroom at 8:00 like he instructed her yesterday. She was not allowed to come with him through the inner entrance, Noooo! She had to go out, into the hallway, from the main entrance of his 4^th floor mansion, walk like …forever, until she reached his office entrance, the double door slid open, she stepped in, trying to be polite she said good morning, but his curt response made her slowly take her required position on the floor, after trying not to commit a “Voldemort-cide” and kill him!

Maybe it is more correct to say wizard-cide? Like in homicide? No matter, she should have killed the bastard 15 minutes ago. Scratch that, 20 minutes ago. Asssssshole!

She did not want to think about her night in his bedroom. His bedroom was even bigger than his office, twice as big, with walk in closets for him and her that were as big as the room she woke up in, because yes, now she was required to sleep with him. Thank Merlin not sleep with him as in having sex.

Nevertheless, she did not sleep the whole night. Why? Not because he was near her. Oh No! She was not allowed there yet. Not in his double California king size bed. Noooo! That was ‘an honor she needs to work hard for, to be allowed in his bed’. As if she wanted to.conceited prick!

Did she say he was Lord self-conceited-Asshole Voldemort? Oh she couldn’t say it enough! Not after the sleepless night yesterday. He made her sleep on his palatial bedroom floor, on a pallet, positioned at the foot of his bed, and to add insult to injury, he put a leather collar around her neck, and leashed it to one among tens of rings, that adorned the columns of his four poster bed. This one was embedded in the lowest part! Had she said he’s an Asshole? She could repeat it indefinitely.

An Asshole living in extravagance! When she thinks about his bedroom and bathroom, she still feels awed! She never thought or imagined that any individual on this earth would lavish such luxuries on himself. Selfish, self-centered, full of himself, stuck-up, megalomaniac…. Here’s a synonym! Arsehole!

His bedroom was almost empty, apart from two bedside table, and the giant four-poster bed, with tons of pillows wrapped in the finest red satin pillowcases, over black satin sheets, and thick black satin comforter. With moving silver snakes motif, by a spell of course! As if one big snake like him does not suffice! He must feel at home in there, with his snakes. Or was he lonely and needed company? With such a enormous bed? One could be lost in there! Come on how much space one needs to sleep? Does he need sleep?! Let alone the weird “decorations”!

The large headboard was made of cushioned black soft leather, studded in symmetrical intervals by tiny silver knobs. Four vertical columns, that supported an upper rectangular panel, fixed to the ceiling, were made of spiraling thick dark wood, almost black, one in each corner, they went from floor to ceiling, fixing the bed in rock-solid position.

The curtains, made of luxurious thick black velvet, surrounding it, were drawn back, as if to put the colossal furniture on display. What made her look carefully at the columns were the weird stainless steel rings, fixed in all of them on different heights, and sides, weird kind of design, if you ask her, but since it was his bed, what did she expect?! Come to think of it, Lord I-am-an-Arsehole Voldemort needed a huge bed to contain his gigantic size, and more so his inflated ego! It should be sturdy and robustly built to bear such unimaginable load of…. yeah that!

Godric knows how he could pass through doors with a swollen head like his, without getting stuck in the doorframe!

The sitting area is cozy though! Situated near the windows wall, composed of a silver gray suede chaise lounge, a couple of armchairs, a loveseat, of the same leather with the decorative throw-pillows of different complementary colors, including red and black, a coffee table and side tables of black polished wood. Farther away, still on the same side of the windows, a small breakfast table and two chairs of the same materials found in the room.

The Bathroom was accessible through an arched corridor, which leads on either side to the immense walk in closets, and straight ahead to the spa. Yes Lord I-like-my-Asshole-self-pampered Voldemort had a giant glass-ceiling bathroom. Not skylight, the whole ceiling was made of glass, and connected with the glass wall on one side, exhibitionist much?! She’d bet all the girls have binoculars to watch the daily show with the Dark Asshole Lord!!

Besides who wants a small mosaic tiled pool for a tub? That thing could contain 6 people without being cramped!! Well let’s be honest here, it is beautiful, and Godric she wanted to take a dip in there, but no he only gave time for a quick clean up, in the stand up shower, all made of rectangular glass tiles of pastel green, blue and gray in different tones, which also could accommodate more than five individuals, his size. But the rainforest shower heads!! It was like washing in a warm rain…Oh… heaven!

Let’s face it; Opulence your name is Voldemort! Just to think of the separated double sinks were of a modern design. There’s no boring taps for his Ass-ness, but a horizontal platinum thin cylinder, thrusting out of the big oval mirror, which dispensed water like a cascade into a protruding midnight blue blown-glass big basin, with a simple touch.

Cabinets and drawers, made of the darkest wood, to offset the white marble flooring, with silver knobs, added to the crisp and sober refined lines of the carpentry. Big oval mirrors hang on the wall, with conic sconces and spheres similar to those found in the hallway and recess lighting, completed the contemporary design.

The commode and bidet were separated in their own space, while plants of different sizes and flowers were positioned here and there to add colors to the bright atmosphere, a sauna, hot tub and Jacuzzi, were also found in a different section, while some walls had closets with tons of fluffy towels and bathrobes and all the toiletries, necessary to complete such interior decoration.

His velvety deep voice made her stop her mental tour of his private quarters, when he ordered her while moving his right hand fingers, in come-hither gesture, “Come slave”.

Hermione was one second away from throttling him. Her body refused to move, it was frozen in her kneeling position, and to add to it, the Asshole did not even look at her while issuing his permission for her to move.

And what’s with his way of saying ‘slave’ today? It was not uttered in a derogatory tone, no, to the contrary, he was rolling it on his tongue and lips, his voice was husky, and wickedly suggestive, promising delicious times, a pledge to her of things to come, mouth-watering by the tone he was using! He was pronouncing it like it was an endearment, similar to kitten, angel, or even little one, or ….stop! No matter how he was saying it, damn it all to hell, it is still slave!!

All of these thoughts were having a go at her, in her mind, while she was still trying to make her rigid muscles work, especially her back. She knew her knees would be flattened even more; for she had to move her whole weight on four pressure points, hands and knees, could she sue him for joints abuse?? She started crawling, while internally cursing him. Why not make the room bigger? It was going to take her half the day to reach him, and this was not the hardest part. She again heard him instruct her with his silky baritone “ head held up slave, do not stray your eyes from mine.”

How much of humiliating ways could he come up with? Not only is he making her crawl, but also she has to look him in the eyes and see how jubilant he is. Merlin she just wish she had her wand on her, she would be Avada kedavra’ing his ass, and then resurrecting him to do it again and again.

In a snail paced crawl, with her eyes fixed hatefully on him, she read his desk she had to go behind it, where he turned his chair to face her, feet planted on the floor, back ramrod straight, hand on the armrests, she waited, knowing what was to come. He was wearing black pants, a bottle green silk dress shirt, and black Dragonhide dress shoes with a pair of black dress socks.

He smiled impishly at her, and at that moment when she thought maybe it was not that bad, maybe he’d give her some slack here, he ordered in a very authoritative and unyielding tone, which brooked no argument, belying the smile, “You may kiss your Master’s feet slave”.

If only she knew how beautiful she looked, on hands and knees, crawling to him, like a lioness in the savannah, her murderous eyes sparkling with all the darkness of restrained aggressiveness, if only she knew that her desires were as intense. He will unleash them for her, not to kill but to thrill. She will become his, in so many ways; she will become a part of him, as much as he would become a part of her, intertwined in an endless dance of passionate lust and ecstasy.

He will make her want, no need to obey him, accept her place, at his feet, give everything to him, because only then she will realize that her obedience and submission to him puts her on the highest pedestal he could offer her. Her submissiveness offered to him is a gem he will protect and cherish forever. His eyes were now totally red with minute elongated thin pupils, akin to gleaming rubies under the sunrays pouring in through the glass-wall.

Seconds passed, but for the witch on hands and knees, it was decades, centuries, and she felt herself growing old and all wrinkly, ‘Oh Merlin help…. I cannot do it.’

‘Better kiss the shoes’ top than lick the soles you idiot! Do it NOW!’ Her double was holding a broom and waiting to hit her on her stalling head, to force it down.

Slowly, her head bent down, and her lips came in contact with soft leather, at the top of his shoes. The specific and natural odor of tanned expensive leather, wafted into her nose, it was pleasant in a weird kind of way, reminding her of leather-bound books. She barely touched her mouth to it and then started to move to the other foot, when she heard him saying, “Is this how you kiss your Master’s feet slave?”

She looked up, knowing exactly that she almost did not touch his shoes, she sighed, and did not comment, bent her head again to his right foot and short from spitting, she left a slobbery kiss with a bit of her saliva on it. Her way to avenge herself, now clean this Dark Pervert fetishist Lord! She moved to do the same to the other, when again his voice interrupted her, “Lick your dribble’s excess off slave, or you will be using more of it on the insoles.”

‘Someone hand me a wand please??’ She was seething, furious, spitting mad, and what made the whole situation even more intolerable, is the knowledge that he would by all means make her lick the insole of his shoes, if she dared spit on him like she was just thinking, no, make it…craving to do. ASSHOLE! She wanted to shriek it and scream it and bellow it like a banshee!

‘You’ve got only yourself to blame for this you spitting mad idiot!’ the voice of reason in her mind had a piece of cloth in her hand, she was bent down and wiping her black Mary Jane shoes. Well, she had to concede on this one, she’d picked a losing battle today!

She let her tongue slip out from between compressed lips and with the pointed tip tried to work the dribble off, finding to her chagrin that using her tongue’s tip is not only taking her more time, but also spreading the drool wider, huffing she tried the flat of her tongue, which forced her to unfasten her mouth, sighing inwardly in relief, considering this way allowed her to get this humiliation done with better and faster. She made quick work of it and moved to the other foot, when she felt his fingers on the top of her head petting her like a dog, and praising, “Good slave, if you continue behaving ….I might consider a reward for you today”.

Hermione was nearly losing it, and if he had the chance to see her face, he might have felt edgy, but maybe it is stretching it a tad, he might have been concerned a bit, for the witch was seriously considering biting his ankle, given that he was treating her like a pet, of the quadruped canine type to be precise, might as well behave like one, however she gritted her teeth tight, fighting the growing urge to do so.

“Next time little…slave, you will need to hold my foot in your hands, embrace and kiss it, like you mean it, not just touch it with your lips. However, I am a fair Master, I will let it slide this time, taking into consideration, you are still a trainee.” He emphasized some words, while caressing her hair, after he let her go back into kneeling position.

The baritone voice that was vibrating the air molecules on top and around her head, made the tiny hairs on her skin stand on end. The silky whispered tones were stroking her flushed face soothingly, easing her mind from looking at the rubbles of her dignity, scattered under his feet.

She heard sounds of speech, the phonetic bruit about his consideration, they were registering automatically, but she was not concentrating on the words themselves. Never in her life was she faced with such shameful situation. Never in her life she thought she would have to deal with such demeaning status!

She was the know-it-all, bookish, Gryffindor princess. Now she is being treated like dirt under his shoes. A slave, worse, a sex-slave! She wanted to bawl her eyes out, her mouth tasted bitter, soiled, and dry, whilst her mind experienced the smears of indignity. Perhaps it might kill her, not to vent all of this anger, and rage out, but damn her to hell if she is going to give him the satisfaction of witnessing her indulge in self-pity! At any rate, not in his presence! She will have her pity-party alone. Her eyes were looking straight in his, and he was reading her like an open book, he sighed inwardly.

Salazar’s balls the witch is willfully stubborn, he never thought she was this obstinately determined to hinder any kind of progress in surrendering to his will, except that he is having the most pleasurable of times in “taming the shrew”. Ah! The delights of her submission would be even sweeter!

The witch still does not understand that what she feels as shameful is in fact a beautiful gift! Her humility and submissiveness are not indignities but rather presents, offered to him, a treasure he will protect and care for with his life. She will come around to realize that serving him, being his, is in fact allowing herself overdue and deserved happiness, fulfillment and plenitude.

Smiling darkly, he levitated a glass of water for her, and lifted her chin up with his index and middle finger, “Drink” he commanded sympathetically, while she for once executed wholeheartedly. When she finished he took it from her, and put it on his desk, contemplating the next step, Knowing she was going to loathe him for it. He smirked loving each moment of her resistance. “ Slave, I shall bestow on you, yet again, the honor of servicing me, you know what to do, proceed.”

Hermione would have bet her life on it that his eyes were gleaming with jubilant and wicked anticipation. Meanwhile, he relaxed in his throne like black leather chair, back straight hands relaxing on the armrests, thighs spread wider, giving enough room to position herself in between and reach his penis, which was starting to stiffen.

She knew she cannot refuse, or she will add another 15 strikes of paddle or spanking, and her buttocks needed a respite, it was only yesterday evening that the stinging feeling stopped! She was not about to take another whamming this soon thank you very much!

‘Ah the comforts of denial!’ her watchdog commented, holding a look alike paddle to the one he used on her bum.

‘You are not the one suffering, are you?’ the witch retaliated, while moving closer to the Dark Lord and working on his belt, button and zipper.

‘Puh..lease! … You are sooo eager to please…’ the know-it-all was now caressing the paddle in an up and down suggestive motion, with one hand, while holding it erect with the other.

Dismissing her irritating mental twin, Hermione saw the Dark Lord helping her by lifting his body up slightly, to let her pull his pants and briefs down. Her mouth was watering fast and her tongue moistened her lips reflexively. She was startled by her own reactions, what the hell is wrong with her? Pavlov’s dog wouldn’t have drooled as much as her damn it!

She felt her insides twisting when he started unbuttoning his shirt, then push the two front folds aside, baring to her gawking eyes, the beauty of his virile abdomen, the six-pack abs chiseled in his flesh, tight under his smooth skin, his cute navel leading her eyes to the thin patch of tiny hairs, landing onto the pubic area, where his penis was half erect, yet she still found it huge. She soaked her lips again; laying her hands gently on his brawny and naked thighs, noticing the smooth skin.

Taking a deep breath, she bent her head down and licked the Meatus. Ice-cream cone… remember…. wet the head…. Thoughts were twirling in her mind, while her tongue followed the ideas, swirling it around the head of his phallus, then she opened her lips and pushed slowly down, taking more of his fast hardening shaft in, she felt the veins with the tip of her tongue, and pushed farther down, trying just to test if she could take it all, to the base, while he was still not fully erect yet.

She was not even thinking about him, or his pleasure, at this point in time, her scientific side was taking over and monitoring her actions and his reactions, the throbbing penis was starting to grow bigger, sliding it between her wet lips, she was sure she felt the rhythmic cardiac beat on the flat of her tongue, which was confirmed when her mouth was totally cramped with his thick, rock hard and lengthy shaft.

She felt both of his hands on her head, fingers grasping her hair strands almost painfully; his breathing was coming in bursts, when she heard him say ”relax your …throat muscles pet,…. go all the …way down ….to the base ….of my cock, …fuck!….I want to …feel your …tongue on my… balls…”

With each word said, he was pushing her head down on his now fully rigid weapon of buccal devastation. She tried to do as he ordered her to, but to pull her tongue out, while his entire shaft has been stuffed inside her mouth, taking the whole cavity, was a feat she was not sure she would ever be able to achieve. The wizard did not know what he’s got there?! How could she touch his balls while her tongue was jammed to her lower jaw thanks to his phallic rocket?! Where is his biology and anatomy knowledge when you need it??

She was starting to feel her eyes pressured out of her head, and moistening, when the engorged head squashed her tonsils on its way to the back of her throat, which she was trying to relax, still she gagged, and drool started to run from her open mouth, oozing through from between the seams of her lips, trickling to her chin to dribble on his testicles.

She tried to concentrate on her movements, and pulled back a bit, to find her withdrawal hindered by his hands, he breathed out “ deep throat …my… cock …then …you can lick my balls…” his hands were adjusting her head and neck angle again like last time, for maximum penetration, and damn it… she was unable to breath, the tip of her nose was almost touching his pubic trimmed hair, when she felt the thick head sliding beyond the curve of her neck and felt her eyes globes being dislodged, her nostrils were obstructed between his lower abdomen and pubis, lips wrapped around the base of his shaft, the tiny trimmed short pubic hair prickling her upper lip, while the lower was stretched and wrapped around the large base, she had the feeling if this continued her jaws would be dislocated soon.

“Stick your …tongue out… pet…” he was breathing out his sentence slowly, inhaling between each word, and not letting her pull back, she tried to open her mouth wider still, without tearing her lips at the seams, and moved her flattened tongue under the silky and soaked skin of his rigid member, the tip inching out, and over her lower lip to be met with a firm and wet flesh beneath it, his ‘good girl’ and half grunt put a smile on her lips without her noticing.

Her body was reacting to all of this erotic “guidance”, of which she was unaware, until he praised her, then only she started to feel her vaginal fluid flowing and soaking her labium, she tightened her thighs together, thinking without panties, she will be flooding herself in not time. The recurring flutters of her vaginal walls indicated to her reeling mind she was more than ready for his missile to bombshell her vulva’s “shelter” into ecstatic collapse.

Her clitoris throbbed, scattering her concentration on anything except what was in her mouth. Was there a link between her clitoris and his penis? She felt his flesh was connected to her clitoris in some way, through her mouth. The now familiar sandalwood and citrus aroma, and his distinct male scent invaded her nose, made her mouth salivate even more, while her nether lips kept on insisting on the injustice of not joining the feast.

Her head was moving up and down his shaft reflexively, her tongue fluttering all around his thick hard flesh, wanting to taste all of him, sometimes the tip of her tongue would nuzzle the Meatus for more preseminal fluid, swirling around the head, the sounds of slurping, and wet sucking did not register, except as more electrifying stimuli of her senses. Her taste buds were busy taking in the tangy flavor of his preseminal fluid, tongue feeling the silky texture of the shaft’s skin, tonguing the swollen arteries beneath outlined with ridges, she went down again to the base, after taking a deep breath, her esophagus accepted the hard thick rod, like a professional sword swallower.

Again, challenging her limits, testing herself, she sneaked her tongue out and licked his scrotum, now totally soaked with her saliva, she even moved it a bit around feeling the tightened testicles inside, her smile got bigger when he exhaled “Fuck! …Yes …good pet…again…” while his hands were about to scalp her.

How good it feels to be in control… A still -in working order- part of her totally clogged brain was simultaneously assessing his reactions to her intuitive exploits. Yes, she liked seeing him like this, out of control and under her mercy. Feeling him come apart and undone by simply using her head! And mouth!. Ah! The power of the head and mouth!! A wicked smile stretched her lips wider, and she started using her teeth, remembering how he almost ejaculated instantaneously the first time.

Add teeth to the power list! Good girl indeed Hermione! She was patting herself on the shoulder while her teeth were scraping softly on his smooth and sodden penis, on their way up its length, next she sandwiched the head between her teeth rows, directly under the circumcision ridge, barely putting any pressure, then she moved her jaws in opposite directions, as if she wanted to roll his phallus from side to side, before sliding the thick purplish mushroom out of her mouth after a while, barely scratching it with the pointy edge of her teeth, then soothing it again with her lips and tongue.

Every grunt, rumbling exhale, grumbling inhale were inciting her to make him shatter. He was breathless, she looked up to see him staring at her lips while his shaft was going in and out of her mouth, his dilated pupils and red gleaming hungry eyes, told her she was affecting him more than she ever thought possible, and the haughty Lord imperturbable-arrogant-Asshole Voldemort was now putty-not literally though- in her…mouth. This thought made her vagina flutter even more, and her breathing started to hitch…she was having one of those euphoric moments where “giving in” was giving him a hard time, literally.

She almost laughed out loud, but was surprised by him jerking her head down, she moved along with his hands that were pulling almost impatiently while his hips pushed up, shoving his penis deep in her now more relaxed throat, drool was everywhere on his hard thick rod dribbling down to his scrotum, and her chin, she did not care, his groans, growls and “Fuuuck …yesss…. take it all..” as she deep throated him were enough rewards for her.

She even forgot about time! How much time had passed? It felt like hours, since her jaws were starting to ache, but then again performing fellatio on ‘Voldy’ made the time seems flying fast, since what she was experiencing felt surreal.

Her body was tingling all over, she forget her different muscles’ pains and aches, her thighs were soaked despite her efforts to stop the flooding fluids from leaking down to her knees, her clitoris, was throbbing with every flutter of her vaginal muscles, and a burning flourishing in the deepest part of her vagina was driving her mad with want, for something, she did not know what it was…but it was there, building up and waiting, on edge, prickling, itching and Merlin!… She needed him inside her…yes that was what she needed his thick, stiff and massive phallus to pummel that smoldering spot, deep inside of her and dowse it with his ejaculate.

His thrusts upwards made her gag now and then, and she noticed that he got excited by it every time it happened, he was now holding her head steady, mot allowing her to move an inch, and pounding his way into her esophagus, her gags spurring him on his grunted ”Take it …yess …fuuck…your …throat … gag for …me…slave..”

The rough thrusts, treatment, and lewd words unleashed a hidden animalistic part of her, a beast that was chained, caged behind propriety bars, and this wizard, who was using her mouth and throat like a vagina, using her for his pleasure, was letting it loose. She did not know if she could hold it back, her whole being was ablaze, for him, she wanted more, she wanted to swallow his penis until she felt him filling her to the brim, and extinguishing that burning in her sopping core. Her fluids were now leaking abundantly, as much as her saliva was bathing her chin, his scrotum, due to his drilling phallic assault.

Her respiration was hindered many times but she kept breathing now and then, when he retreated to push in again, and she used her tongue to lick his testicles, making him roar every single time, she was now smiling continuously, triumphant in her power and control, yet she still wanted to feel him deep inside another pair of lips. Her mind was torn with the new discovery of how sensual cravings and carnal needs felt like.

These sensations were new to her, and as much as she did not want to admit her attraction to him, she had to admit that no one before him made her realize how animalistic the human desires could become. His “Swallow it all pet…” and growling brought her back to him and his impending orgasm, she felt the first gush of sperm with the throbbing of his member, she swallowed fast, another splash and another filled her mouth with tangy and almond-bitter like taste, again the flavor was not unpleasant.

She let him finish while she started to clean the whole mess, as he required, not thinking of anything, but his rough and hoarse voice uttering breathlessly “Good pet” made her feel proud. Merlin knows why, but she liked it! How in the hell she was glad because she was servicing him like this? Must have been all of those thrust affecting her brain and giving her a concussion, turning her loopy!

She did her best to clean everything even his scrotum and testicles, but while she was cleaning his penis, she felt him shivering and she heard him chortle, and gurgle, she looked up to see him almost laughing. She licked his Meatus and around the head again while still watching him carefully, to see him close his eyes and try to stifle his chuckles.

Aha! So he is ticklish after climaxing, isn’t he? She smiled wickedly, and she wholeheartedly started to lick and clean him, like no body’s business, as he wanted her to do. To her utter satisfaction, she heard finally his laugh blurting out and his voice saying between guffaws “Pet …that is …enough …cleaning”.

‘Oh no, not enough at all, there’s still some slobber…’ relentlessly she went back to swiping at the head until she felt his hands holding her cheeks, pulling her head back and kissing her voraciously, his tongue invading her cavity and searching every nook and cranny, his tongue wrapping around hers, tasting himself on her, she moaned into his mouth, breathless, subjugated and needy. Nipping at her lower lip and pulling it between his teeth, he finally soothed it with a swipe of his tongue, and sat back.Eyes devouring her like his mouth just a second ago.

Hermione, dazedly regained her kneeling position, a foot away from him, while he stood flicked his wand to scourgify himself for more cleanliness, then he put his clothes back in order, scourgified his seat, for lots of drool pooled there, sat then smiled at her, his eyes like two brilliant rubies, he said nothing, waiting for her, she looked shyly at him, wiped her chin and mouth with the back of her hand, since the insensitive…scrumptious delicious… yummy …man… oh hell what is she thinking??

Jerk! He did not find it necessary to extend the Scourgify favor to her. Taking a deep breath, she mumbled “Thank you sir for the honor of sucking your…co…ck”.

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