Engineering Doll Making | By : Dragon_Ruler_06 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 51029 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8 |
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Haven’t received a review yet about being confused, but I just wanna clear something up real quick. When I refer to Harry and Hermione by name, then they’re in normal school clothes and persona. When I refer to them as the Doll Maker and the Engineer, they’re in those personas. Kind of differing the two faces they wear.
Anyway, not even sure how far I will go with this story. It just popped into my head and I’ll keep typing it up as more reveals itself to me. Wish me luck with that.
Usual warnings, we’ll see how bad this chapter gets. Last one was pretty gruesome, if I may say so. And I wrote it!
O_O What is going on in my head? No clue!
Here the Chapter Starts
Ginny was surprised by how often she returned to the doll. And how often it came to her. She didn’t mind the surprise wooden centaur at midnight the day after she found Woodrow. Though keeping quiet so not to alert her dormmates was nothing to worry about. With her sexual ventures, she learned the Silencing Charm a couple years ago.
Then she started exploring the other features. Woodrow’s Vampire Mode had a pale cock, veins blue and temperature cold. Even though the cold organ inside her hot passage was amazing, it wasn’t something she found herself enjoying that much. Though closest to a human penis, she didn’t play with that one often.
Then she explored his Werewolf Mode. The puppet turned into a large werewolf, real silver fur covering the arms, back, tail, and head. Not to mention the dick was amazing, especially when knotted inside her. For some reason, that mode only made her want more.
Every chance she had, she would pull Woodrow from her bag while she hid in a bathroom, her empty dorm, even the common room one midnight. Going back and forth between Centaur and Werewolf, she just couldn’t find full satisfaction. She couldn’t get enough.
It was odd, though. The more she turned to the doll for sex, the longer it would last, never seeming to run out of its ‘semen’. And the more often it came to her. Such as now.
All the boys had their own locker room and the girls of the team already left. Ginny just wanted a few more minutes to enjoy the warm water washing away the sweat of practice. As soon as the door closed, Woodrow came to life, climbing out of her bag and growing to full size. Without provocation, he shifted into Werewolf Mode and went into the shower area. Ginny didn’t even hear the metal claws clicking and scrapping on the floor, her mind too flooded by the image of Harry on his broomstick like a master. One day, she’ll ride his broomstick for sure.
Faster than she would think possible, she was pushed against the wall, a clawed wooden paw holding her head there as the other grabbed her right leg and lifted it in the air. Next thing she knew, the hard werewolf cock was inside her, pumping vigorously into her passage. The furry sack attached to the cock hit her rapidly, creating a stinging feel. Ginny moaned and panted as the doll humped her hard, the paw on her head eventually leaving to go to her other leg and lift that one into the air. Only being pressed into the wall and the Werewolf Mode Doll holding her legs up as he brought her down onto him supported her.
Her hands eventually pressed against the wall, pushing herself upright enough for her breasts to bounce with the thrusts. The Werewolf Doll growled, flesh tongue hanging out of its mouth where silver teeth resided. He sped up, any rhythm he once had lost. Her breasts started to hurt from being bounced so hard and quickly, but she felt so full inside that she couldn’t bring herself to care.
Finally she felt it, the large swell that signaled the knot. Which now that she thought about it, is not a good thing right now. It will only be a matter of time before one of the girls come back to find out what was taking Ginny so long in the shower. And Woodrow tended to stay knotted for three to five minutes, delivering the large load of ‘semen’ into her.
Woodrow put her legs down then pulled away from the wall, bringing the connected Ginny with him. She hissed at the pain of the knot moving. Once it started, it was stuck and any movement from the doll hurt her. "Stop moving," she hissed at the doll, feeling the cock throb as it shot into her. She could feel the hot fluid fill her womb, burning through her no-doubt slightly torn passage. The doll only growled low, bending her over onto the floor, her legs wide open to him and her hands supporting her upper half up despite shaky arms.
The doll put it paws on her hips, pulling her more onto him to bury himself deeper. Despite the knot being close to the base, the doll still had a couple inches of the thicker base behind it. The knot moving made her gasp, face pinched in pain. He only stopped moving her once she felt his furry scrotum against her, then held her in place as he filled her quicker because of her tighter squeezing.
The knot soon shrunk, thankfully without anyone walking in on them. Woodrow pulled out, making Ginny sigh in relief. Despite how pleasurable his Werewolf Mode is, the knot was still painful whenever he moved. Maybe now he’ll go back into Small Doll Mode and she could stuff him away until later.
Though Woodrow seemed to have other plans as he grabbed Ginny by her waist and tossed her onto his shoulder. "Hey!" she cried out angrily, hitting his furry wooden back. "Enough, Woodrow! We’ll do more later! But that’s enough now!" He stopped then placed her on a bench, her back down and her staring up at him. He pulled her legs apart before situating himself between them. Ginny reached down and grabbed the cock poised to enter her again. "I said no more!"
Despite her trying to hold him back, he still pushed into her. Once fully inside, he released her legs then dug his metal claws into the wood bench she laid on, thrusting into her once again. Her hands remained on the doll’s penis, the thrusting sliding her hand to the base as she tried to pull him out of her. Whenever she tried to put her legs between them, he would grab them and hold them down for a few seconds before his claws returned to their previous position.
She couldn’t believe it. A doll was practically raping her!
Using her hands to try and push his chest away, Woodrow only pushed down more on her, using his heavy wood body to pin her to the bench as he rutted her. He straddled the bench under them, her legs spread by his own. His rutting grew more frantic, as though the doll was simply unable to get enough or find release. Ginny knew that not to be true. The doll could find it, and will.
The wooden maw hovered over her face, metal fangs gleaming in the light of the locker room. The doll pumped harder and faster into her until she felt the knot form. But he didn’t stop. He grew frantic with his thrusts, despite the knot that was exiting and entering her at a rapid pace. The doll had to be possessed or something! It was acting like it was trying to milk itself into her as much as possible, and it was working. Her own blood became all the lube the Werewolf Doll needed as he pounded into her, ropes of ‘sperm’ shooting into her as he thrust back in, his pointed tip penetrating into her already filled womb, the fluid stretching its walls. The knot was the only thing keeping all the fluid inside, being shoved back in too quickly for even a drop to escape.
The cock grew thicker, though. Filling her to her limit, Woodrow shoved into her one last time, the werewolf cock erupting within her, filling her with so much that a bump formed on her abdomen. The knot shrunk and Woodrow pulled out, shifting back to Doll Mode and returning to his smaller size.
Ginny laid panting on the bench, her thighs still wide open as cum and blood dripped out, pooling under her until it reached the bench’s edge, then dripping off onto the floor. Slowly, she reached to the bump, her abdomen tender from the harsh treatment. Pressing her fingers down on the bump to force it out of her, her hand jerked back at the pain that spread from her abused uterus all the way to her bruising thighs.
It was okay, she told herself. She may not know what it’s made of, but the doll had fake semen. Had to have it because of the Werewolf and Vampire Modes, seeing as both species could impregnate humans. No girl would risk her sex doll having real semen and getting pregnant. It was safe to keep it inside her. It will spill out soon enough on its own.
Still though, she was left with a single realization. Woodrow was becoming out of control, taking her whenever he wants, not when she activated his enchantments. After all, the doll did just rape her. She had to get rid of it. The sooner, the better.
Gingerly, she sat up and limped into the still running shower to wash away the evidence of her out-of-control doll. Her blood and some of Woodrow’s fake cum rolled down her legs with the water, but a lot was still left inside her if the bump was anything to go by. Once her blood stopped pouring, she stumbled back into the locker area, grabbing her clothes and quickly putting them on. Once fully clothed, she grabbed Woodrow by his leg, stuffing him into her bag as she ran out of the room.
Outside, out of her sight, Hermione watched her with a feral grin. Woodrow progressed nicely, she believed. If Ginny’s reaction was anything to go by, the doll just forced her into sex without giving a single care for her complaints. The runes under Woodrow’s shell worked quite well, shrinking all the parts he needed for his different modes while preserving the different penises and scrotums inside. She did manage to find a spell for the semen to regenerate, thankfully. So long as one cell of the original semen was still inside the testicles, both would refill in time for the next bout of sex. Which, of course, is a success, she thought as she watched Ginny tentatively prod her abdomen. Not to mention the various enchantments and charms that would pick out her favorite mode automatically and use that one more often.
"You’re smiling," Harry’s voice pointed out from behind her. She didn’t turn to him, though, and that was fine. His arms wrapped around her waist and his chin on her shoulder, lips briefing kissing her neck. "What made you so happy?"
"She thinks throwing him into the lake will get rid of him," she commented, watching the female Weasley reach the closest part of Black Lake.
Harry stared as Ginny pulled the doll from her bag then threw him as far as she could into the lake. "How long until he comes back to her?" he asked, his fingers slowly inching her skirt upwards.
"Either tonight or tomorrow morning," she answered as Ginny limped away from the lake at a quick pace.
He hummed into her throat as he bunched her skirt up under his fingers then tugged at the waistband of her panties. "Good," he chuckled, licking up her neck to her jawline. Taking her earlobe between his lips and gently nipping at it, one of his hands slipped into her panties so his fingers could rub at her lower lips.
"Not out here," she gasped, her hand shooting behind her to grab a fistful of his hair. "Anyone could come out here and see."
Groaning in disappointment, Harry withdrew his hands. Hermione’s skirt fell back to its proper place, through rumpled from being bunched up. Running her hands over it smoothed out the wrinkles. "If it’s later?" he asked impatiently.
"It won’t be," she promised with a smirk, turning her head slightly to stare him in the eyes. "He can’t get enough of that whore."
That Night – Great Hall
Harry’s foot bounced on its toes rapidly, his eyes watching Hermione with annoyance clear in his gaze. She could only offer him a slight shrug with a seething gaze to their ire. Ginny, despite the earlier forced sex with Woodrow, was practically on Harry’s lap. Her breasts were straining against her shirt, begging to be set free from the tight clothing that pushed them up and made them look bigger.
A scowl nearly leapt onto his face when he noticed her teat half-visible, the nub just below the fabric line. Ron sat across from her, he has to see it, but says nothing. Typical. Probably thinks it was Ginny in his bed days ago and hoping that Harry is screwing his sister. Hoping that he didn’t care for unprotected sex and thus Ginny would be pregnant with his child soon enough. He knows their plan.
He wasn’t worried about Fred, George, Bill, or Charlie. All of them did not know of the rest of their family’s plan. Percy knew, but stayed out of it. They were good people, even though Fred and George were unofficially disowned from the Weasley family. Molly believed them to be a big shame on their family because they didn’t want a Ministry or respectable job like their older brothers. Besides, their joke shop business is blooming. Though Harry briefly believed they were disowned maybe because Molly caught them while one was penetrating the other.
He idly wondered just how much of his money would the rest of the Weasleys receive upon his ‘unfortunate death’ once Ginny is Lady Potter. Not that she ever will be. That spot is reserved for his Hermione. Still, how much?
Ginny’s shifting drew him from his thoughts, making him look down at her automatically as she rubbed her head against his shoulder. Her other teat is now visible due to the movement, nub still hidden like the other. He did notice Neville staring at her breasts with wide eyes, just waiting for a malfunction to happen so he could get an eyeful of her freckled chest. Dean and Seamus were staring as well, though they had most likely already seen her fully naked before and were just remembering their time with her.
Harry turned his head away, looking the opposite direction and seeing the Slytherin table from the corner of his eyes. Blaise Zabini had returned from his admission to St. Mungo’s for healing. Some of the Slytherins were trying to get him to tell them what happened, but he kept shaking his head, his face pale. Harry briefly saw Hermione smile, no doubt able to see as well.
"Oh, Harry?" Ginny called him softly.
Reluctantly, he looked down at her to see her holding his arm between her breasts. "Yeah?" he choked out, holding back the anger building in him, which she probably mistook for embarrassment.
"I have a present for you up in the dorm," she informed him with a coy smile and batted eyelashes.
He saw Hermione roll her eyes and her lips part is a slight snarl. If Woodrow didn’t come back soon, she may kill Ginny in front of everyone.
"Really?" he asked, giving a hesitant smile.
"Uh-huh," she nodded before letting him go and getting to her feet. "I’ll go get it ready for when you come back." She walked off, her hips swaying seductively. While other boys watched her and drooled, Harry wanted to vomit his breakfast, lunch, and supper. The doors opened enough for her to slip through then closed securely behind her.
He jumped when he felt a foot kick his knee, then glared at Hermione. He looked to the doors then subtly shook his head before smirking and using his foot to gently brush against her leg. She returned the small smile, their interaction unnoticed by the others of their House. Dinner continued on until it vanished from the tables. Dessert was finished quickly before Dumbledore rose to his feet.
"First of all, I would like to welcome Mr. Zabini back after his long visit to St. Mungo’s for his recovery," the elderly man started. "I would like for everyone to be considerate and not press him for information so that his recovery may continue with no problems. Rest assured, the Ministry has been notified of the incident and there will be an investigation. I ask that all of you, my students, should you see a Ministry Official, to stay out of their way and not to hinder their investigation. Now off to bed, everyone. Sleep well! Rest your minds to be filled once more tomorrow!"
With a clap of his hands, everyone rose at their own speeds, the Prefects leading their own Houses out. Due to Ron and Hermione being Prefects, Harry remained near the front with them. It was probably the best idea he had all night. Once the doors opened, many students gasped and some screamed. Even Ron was stunned into a frozen state.
Woodrow returned, though no one knew who the wooden werewolf was. He held Ginny in his paws, her hanging upside down and leaning back until her head nearly hit the floor as he pulled her up to meet his thrusting hips quickly. Judging from the semen that was trailing from the point of their connection to her slightly swollen stomach, the coupling had gone on for a while.
Some students turned back into the Hall, call for the professors as the Werewolf Doll continued to fill the unresponsive girl in his grasp. Ron was the first to snap out of his shock, drawing his wand out and sending a Bombarda to the doll. Woodrow continued to rut the girl, not bothered as the spell bounced off his wooden shoulder. The other Prefects started firing spells as well, Hermione sending off a harmless spell that only looked like it would hurt her doll.
The Professors soon emerged from the sea of children watching the event, their wands in hand and firing different curses. Woodrow acted as though the curses and charms didn’t affect him.
"All students, back into the Hall!" Dumbledore ordered.
The Prefects started herding the student body back into the Great Hall as one of the Professors finally received the creature’s attention by summoning a rope to wrap around the werewolf’s neck. Woodrow fell forward, catching himself on his clawed hands. Ginny screamed and cried painfully as the doll struggled against the rope, every move he made, she moved with him. He was already knotted inside her, and every movement of his dragged her too.
Midnight – Secret Chamber
The Engineer laughed, throwing his head back as he recalled the Weasley Incident. Once Woodrow was able to be separated from Ginny, she was grabbed and covered by Professor Sprout while the others continued to shoot spells at the doll. He fled, but only because his Doll Maker used her magic bond with the doll to call him back to their Chamber.
The Weasley couple was quickly contacted about the incident. Harry and Hermione, being Ron’s closest friends, were allowed to join them in the Hospital Wing. Ginny was put under a sleeping spell while Madam Pomfrey ran scans over her to assess the damage without putting the girl under more stress. All she had to report were tears along her vaginal walls and bruising. Other than that, Ginny would be fine. Molly demanded she stay with Ginny while Arthur contacted the rest of their brood.
Afterwards, Harry and Hermione led Ron back to Gryffindor Tower, talking him down until he finally went to sleep. As usual, the pair waited until everyone was in a deep sleep before disappearing into their Chamber. It wasn’t the Chamber of Secrets, but the still living basilisk could reach them easily. Besides, all the water inside that Chamber of Secrets could potentially ruin their work or Hermione could accidentally gaze into the serpent’s eyes. Harry, for some reason, was unaffected by the deadly gaze.
"So, if Woodrow got her pregnant," he started, waiting for his Doll Maker to finish his statement.
"I don’t have a doubt she is by now," she informed his, dancing her way to his seat. "Two fucks like that in less than twenty-four hours? Her body hadn’t even gotten rid of the last load before he got her again. Not to mention how often he came in her before. She never once took a potion or cleaned herself out, thinking he had false semen and thus, was safe. Her pregnancy will show up on scans within a couple weeks."
"Then that damn contract between Ginny and I is null and void," the Engineer noted with a grin on his lips, finger pressing into his temple. "No marriage. No money for them. She isn’t to bare any child but mine, before because of accidents or after marriage. Even if she claims the baby is mine now, the truth will be revealed upon the birth."
"And I will be your bride?" the Doll Maker asked, her eyes fluttering as she placed a hand over her chest.
"Was there any doubt, my dear?" he asked, grabbing her arms and pulling her onto his lap. Once she was straddling him, he reached for the top of her fishnet tube top and pulled it down until it was tucked under her firm breasts.
"Never," she gasped as he pulled her closer to him and latched onto her nipple, suckling it like a newborn. Grinding her hips into his, she dug her fingers into his hair and pressed his face into her chest. He opened his mouth wider, taking in more of the mound and sucking on it hard as he bit down, not enough to break skin but enough to leave a mark.
She could feel him getting harder under her, his cock pushing against his slacks. She could almost hear it begging to be set free, but the feel of her Engineer’s mouth on her breast was too distracting.
His hands slid down her back, cupping her buttocks and squeezing them, causing his Doll Maker to gasp and push into him more. He released that mound, licking it soothingly a couple times, then attaching himself to the other to deliver the same treatment. His hands lifted her skirt then pulled down her thong, not that leaving it would make a difference. Both his index fingers played with the wet lips of her passage, rubbing her to spread her juices and make his entrance easier.
She moaned at the multiple sensations he was giving her. "Oh, I want your cock," she gasped. "I want it so bad! But your mouth on my tit feels so good! Mm, my Engineer, please!"
Giving her one hard suckle, he pulled away, bringing her breast with him until it fell from his lips with a wet pop. His saliva covered his mouth and her nipples, making them shine in the dull light. He leaned back with a smirk, his fingers still playing at her hole, slipping in and out of her. She squirmed on his lap as her hands fumbled with his slacks, trying to focus long enough to free him.
Having to readjust herself a little bit, thus removing his fingers from her, she finally pulled his slacks down enough for his cock to stand at attention, the head seemingly waving at her. Taking the thick shaft into her hand, she started pumping him. Her Engineer groaned as she finished hardening him, his tip red and already leaking. "Don’t waste your cum," she giggled as she lowered herself, her tongue flicking out to collect the pre-cum seeping from his tip. "It belongs in me." She blew on the red tip before licking the underside. "Not on the floor." Another lick. "Not on your clothes." Her teeth nipped at the edge of his cock’s head. "And certainly not in that fucking slut!"
Straightening up, she positioning herself above him before slamming down. She gasped loudly as he groaned from the sudden connection. Rocking her hips slowly, the Doll Maker moaned wantonly as she sped up her rocking. The Engineer groaned and grunted as he thrust up into her while she moved back and forth on his lap, his cock sliding in and out of her a couple inches.
That wasn’t what he wanted. He grabbed her hips and lifted her up before bringing her back down to meet his upward thrust. She cried out in ecstasy as he buried himself to his base inside of her, only to pull out until only his tip remained inside then slam her back down again. The pace started slow but soon sped up, the Engineer hugging his Doll Maker to his body as she bounced on him, her breasts pressed against his chest as she threw and tossed her head about.
"Oh, I can’t wait until you get me pregnant!" she cried out. "I wanna feel your cum form life inside me! Fuck me, Engineer! Fuck me to impregnation! Plant your seed inside my womb! Fill my baby maker with your semen!"
"Shit, you know I can’t stand it when you talk like that," he growled, his thrusts becoming out of sync with her bouncing. "Oh fuck! You want my cum? My fucking seed? You want my baby?"
"Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!" she screamed, her head leaning backwards. "Oh, fucking knock me up!" Her hands landed on his knees, supporting her as he lifted her legs so her knees were on his elbows, opening her wider to him. "Get me pregnant! I want your baby inside me!"
"Soon," he grunted, his cock slamming into her at random angles until finally releasing into her waiting passage that greedily milked him as she came with him. "But not yet."
The Doll Maker panted as she came down from her high, tilting her head forward so her chin rested on her heaving chest. The Engineer had to admit, it was an attractive sight. "When?" she growled at him.
"Not now," he told her calmly, his thumb flicking her sensitive button above their connection. "Too dangerous."
She groaned in disappointment as he pulled out of her, tugging his slacks back up. The Doll Maker climbed off of him, not fixing any of her clothing as she went to her workbench. Knowing he would nag her until she did, the Doll Maker grabbed a vial before throwing back her head and swallowing the foul tasting potion. It wasn’t an abortion potion, simply one that would sterilize the semen inside her before she got pregnant. Shaking her head, she started to work on the small doll in front of her.
"Which one is that?" the Engineer asked in curiosity.
"This little girl will go into Dumbledore’s office," she answered, holding up the cloth doll. Her stitched mouth smiled at him, her blue button eyes gleaming in the faint light. The doll’s yellow yarn hair was short, only reaching the burlap shoulders. "He has a lot of conversations in there with interesting people. Don't you think we should know what the big secrets are?"
"A monitoring doll?" he asked. "Good idea. But won’t he find her?"
"Not at all," she answered, placing the doll on the table. The doll stayed standing, looking up at her creator. "My little Lizzie can hide very easily. He won’t even know she’s there. We’ll not only be able to hear, but see as well."
"And the one for Voldemort?" he pressed.
"On your table," she answered, turning around to point to the larger cloth doll she put on his workbench earlier. "He awaits your touch."
The Engineer smiled as he stood and went to his area. The doll looked a lot like him as the Engineer. Voldemort would still have no clue. He flipped the doll onto its stomach, lifting the vest to see the opening for his invention. His hand rose, searching over the second to bottom shelf before grabbing a metal ball. Using a wire, he carefully connected the trigger to all limbs of the doll. One wrong move on the Dark Side’s part, and their numbers will lessen. By how many depends.
"How do you plan on delivering that to him, anyway?" his Doll Maker asked, cutting a black dress out of a strip of polyester for her new doll.
"You’ll see soon enough," he answered with a chuckle, using a small needle and thread to close the hole in the back. "Tell me something."
"Hmm?" the girl hummed in response, looking at him over her shoulder.
"Whenever we have sex, you beg me to impregnate you," he pointed out as he tied the knot at the base of the incision that is now closed. "Why?"
"Because," she started to explain. "I have your first child, then no other girl or woman can touch you. I bear our baby, your heir, and everyone will see that you and I are truly together in every sense of the word. Especially when you put the ring of Lady Potter on my finger." She suddenly laughed joyously, earning a curious hum from the other. "Can you imagine how devastated that fucking slut will be when she sees it?"
With a chuckle, the Engineer picked up the doll, turning it back around to face him. "Oh yes, it will be grand," he agreed. "Very grand indeed."
"That and I really want to have our child as soon as possible," she added on as an afterthought. "It’ll be the most beautiful baby. Your unique eyes, my fair complexion, your unruly hair with my hair color. He or she will be perfect."
"A baby is not another one of your dolls, my dear," he sighed, putting his cloth copy down on his table.
"I know that!" she snapped at him, spinning around quickly. Her breasts jiggled at the swift motion. "But I can imagine." She jerked her chin at him. "When do you plan on getting me pregnant anyway?"
"Once this business with the Weasley Whore is finished," he informed her, grinning widely. "Then you won’t leave my bed until everyone mistakes you already being in your first trimester."
Here the Chapter Ends
Yes, Hermione is obsessed with the idea of having Harry’s baby. And she kind of explains why. No, she isn’t interested in being Lady Potter, she just wants to show everyone that he has chosen her. I’m probably not saying his right, making it sound like she’ll only use the baby. But she won’t!
As for what the Engineer has in store for Moldyshorts? Wait and see…
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