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Hermione and the Juju of Pleasure	By : Cloudbringer Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 16303 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Warning, This chapter contains: 3Plus Angst BDSM Bi Bond ChallengeFic Ds Dom Exhib FF HJ Humil MC MF Ms Minor2 Oral Slave Voy
FYI, this chapter went long so I split it to 3 & 4, enjoy
Chapter 03: The Madame

The group teens ventured out to grab supplies before the match. Harriett and Ron wanted some fan gear so they could root for Bulgaria. For Ron, it was more about rooting for his favorite Seeker, Viktor Krum. Hermione decided to split away from them for a moment. It was a chance to see some jewelry from different parts of the world, particularly something for her mother’s birthday.
A group of jugglers and stilt walkers passed her. A child sprinted by, running from his friend, and clipped one of the stilt walkers. Hermione saw him wobble then began to fall her way. She tried to jump out of the way but instead tripped and fell into the tent entrance beside her. She rolled inside, not knowing if she was out of danger yet.
“You have a guest.” A woman’s voice said.
“It appears I do.”
Hermione dusted herself off and stood. “Apologies, one of the performers nearly fell on me.”
Hermione turned around and froze. It wasn’t a merchant tent she fell into. She wasn’t even sure what kind of tent it was. Three women sat in the room, conversing and drinking wine. But it was the men that caught her attention. Though the women were dressed, the men wore barely undergarments. It wasn’t just that which stunned her. It was the fact they were being used as furniture and pets. Two of the women sat on their own chair of men.
The blonde lady sat on one man who was nearly naked on all fours. Another stood behind her as a back rest. Hermione saw his naked hip pop into view as she shifted in her seat and knew he was fully naked. The curly haired brunette had three men who had their legs locked together as a seat. She also had a fourth licking the top of her bare foot.
The black haired woman who seemed to be the proprietor of the tent lounged on a couch of men. All of them sitting at a bent angle so their own laps made up her couch. Six of them side by side as she laid across. The woman sipped a goblet of wine with one hand while stroking one of the cocks of her couch with the other. She grinned at Hermione and swung her feet off the couch.
Two other men Hermione hadn’t noticed were laying flat by her side. She placed a foot on each one’s back and stood. “Take me to my guest.”
They rose to all fours in unison. The woman rocked side to side as they shuffled on hands and knees towards Hermione.
“You want to leave, but you can’t,” the woman said.
“You put a spell on me.”
The woman shook her head. “Only if intrigue is a spell, then you are doing it to yourself.”
Impossible. That didn’t make sense to Hermione. She wanted to leave, more than anything, more than almost anything. Maybe she wanted to see even more than that.
“Down.” The men lowered themselves and the woman stepped off. She was a bit taller than Hermione but not as tall as McConogall. “I’m Madame Vance, Victoria Vance.”
The woman leaned closer and tilted her head when Hermione didn’t respond. She was too fixated and the woman’s beauty up close. She had forgotten all about the naked men, even the two that had started licked her shoes.
“Hermione Granger,” she forced out.
Hermione looked down and saw the two men licking. Victoria grabbed Hermione’s chin and forced her to look back up. “Don’t mind them. I’m the one that bites.”
“Who… what…”
“Who, what, where, when , why, how…” Victoria held Hermione’s chin and tilted it left and right to get a better look at Hermione. “Precious…” She took a sip from her goblet, closed her eyes and inhaled. Her thumb found its way to Hermione’s lower lip.
Hermione stared at the women’s closed eyes and felt a tug at her lip. Hermione’s lip twitched at first in defiance, remembering where the woman’s hand was moments ago. A second tug made her give in and her lips parted for reasons she didn’t know. She felt Victoria’s thumb slip under her upper-lip and massaged her gum. Hermione closed her eyes when Victoria retracted her wet thumb and began tracing Hermione’s lips with it. Hermione felt the rush of warm blood through her body and the tingle of nerves down her spine just as she experienced watching Ron’s cock twitch and rise beneath his boxers. Hermione’s eyes opened when the thumb was pulled away.
Victoria was already looking back at Hermione. She sucked the thumb that was once in Hermione’s mouth. “Precious indeed… so, where were we?” Victoria tapped her chin. “Oh, where, of course here. The home of Vance.”
“This is your home?”
“Sweetie, everywhere I am is my home. And when, well that’s easy, today of course.” Victoria looked up in thought. “So that leaves what, why, and how.” She looked at Hermione. “Does how count? It doesn’t start with a W.”
Hermione shrugged.
“But that is the one that intrigues you most.” Victoria sucked her thumb again. “I can taste it.”
When Victoria put it in her mouth, it was as if Hermione could taste it again also. Her back shivered once again.
“What are you doing to me?”
“Nothing. Why? What are you feeling?”
“Strange… something inside, going through me.”
Victoria grinned. “That’s not me dear. I think you are awakening, becoming one of us.”
“Who? What…”
“The Order of Inanna. We have the inherit ability to control the sexual desires of others.”
“I can’t…” Hermione shook her head.
“Really?” Victoria looked down at the two men still licking Hermione’s shoes. “I didn’t tell them to do that.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“That’s not the way it always works. Sometimes it’s just your aura. You’ll need to control it, or suppress it. Could get you into serious trouble. I don’t think you want everyone acting like this. Some desires more dangerous than others.”
“You’re lying. I’ve never heard of such a thing.”
“Do you want to see a glimpse?”
“Glimpse of what?”
“What you can do, or one day be capable of doing?” Victoria held out her goblet. “Take a sip.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I’m not the one standing in a stranger’s tent with two men licking her shoes.” Victoria pressed the goblet to Hermione’s lips and tilted it. “You’ll only experience what they want… or what you want.”
Hermione didn’t fight back to her own surprise. Her lips parted as before and the liquid slid down her throat. It was a little thicker than the wine she had at home. There was an unusual bitterness to it at first but also a sweetness that exploded from the little bubbles. Champagne, she thought; she never had champagne before. The goblet pulled away and she closed her eyes.
Instead of an expected warmth, a coolness enveloped her. She felt a breeze as if stepping out of the shower without clothes. She opened her eyes and Victoria was standing naked before her, the goblet gone. The woman bit her lip, the way Harriett did. Her finger tickled Hermione under the chin which caused Hermione to step closer. The woman’s finger descended down Hermione’s neck, then her bare chest. She hadn’t noticed she was naked too. When had that happened? Hermione didn’t want to look down to confirm what she felt. Victoria’s hand cupped her breast. Hermione took a quick inhale and closed her eyes. A second hand cupped her other and she exhaled slowly. She felt the hands move to her arms and slid to her wrists.
Hermione opened her eyes and Victoria was pulling her hands, or was Hermione moving them on her own? She gazed upon the Madame’s chest. They were just a little too big for her hands to fully engulf. Without thought of repercussion, her hands extended out. She gave a gentle squeeze out of curiosity and Victoria’s eyelids fell. But her curiosity wasn’t quenched. Hermione squeezed again and again. Sometimes she gave a slight tug with the squeezed, sometimes she pressed like kneading bread. She felt Victoria’s hand return to her breasts and mimicked each move. Was it a mimic, or was she controlling her like puppet. Hermione's thumb circled a nipple and felt the same on her own body.
A wetness on her feet made Hermione let go and look down. The two men were fighting over space to lick her ankles. When Hermione thought to kick them away, her leg slid to the side to open and make space for them instead. They hesitated, as if waiting for confirmation. She slid her legs a little further apart and they continued on queue. Their tongues found the inside of her ankles and hands massaged her calves.
Hermione looked back up and Victoria smiled at her. A was young man, maybe a boy close to Hermione’s age, blind folded and hands bound behind his back stood next to Victoria. Hermione couldn’t tell. He was tall and his body lean but muscular and his hair seemed oddly familiar. Victoria gripped his manhood as she did to the piece of couch earlier. She mouthed, shall we continue? Hermione didn’t nod, but her eyes invited the Madame to continue.
The woman stepped forward and Hermione felt a squeeze on her backside that made her heart pick up a step. The woman leaned in slowly, but Hermione was impatient and met her lips halfway. Hermione had never kissed a women or girl. She hadn’t even kissed a boy this way. Hermione wasn’t attracted to women like that. But this couldn’t all be real, right? She had kept repeating this in her head, justifying. Whatever happened wasn’t real, so it didn’t count, right?
When Hermione felt the hands rise to her thighs and the tongues began flicking at her knees, she sucked the woman’s tongue hard by accident, causing her to moan. Hermione released the kiss.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing...”
Victoria silenced her with a finger on her lips. This time Hermione opened immediately and took her finger in. Victoria pulled back slightly and Hermione sucked it back in. They went back and forth a few times before Victoria inserted a second finger. Hermione licked the crease of Victoria’s fingers in her mouth. There was a hint of saltiness to them… sweat. Was it sweat from the man’s cock she had forgotten about? The pondering thought wasn’t enough for Hermione to reject a third finger of Victoria’s from entering.
“If you relax, you can fit more.” Victoria whispered.
Hermione’s body and mind obeyed. Her eyes closed and Victoria plunged four fingers in her mouth. Even though Hermione didn’t feel her body move, she felt the pressure and cushion of a bed against her back. Down was up, up was down. Feeling that she was somehow laying down, she bent her knees enough to grab them. Victoria’s warning echoed in her head. You’ll only experience what they want… or what you want. Is this what I want or what they want, she thought. Hands on her knees, she parted her thighs as far as she could. Hermione continued sucking the Madame’s fingers with her eyes closed and she felt the tickles of fingers on her inner thighs turn to kisses. Her pelvis twitched with each kiss.
A hand dug itself into the back of Hermione’s hair and pulled her forth, countering each time she sucked. Hermione rose her hands to hug Victoria but felt someone’s back side where her back should have been. It was firm and tensed each time she sucked. Opening her eyes she saw Cedric kneeling over her. He was looking up at the ceiling, one hand dug into his own chest and the other kept pulling Hermione to him in rhythm.
It’s fake… it doesn’t count… it’s just a dream… She squeezed his buttocks but the firmness didn’t give too much. It didn’t stop Cedric from moaning though. He grabbed her head with both hands and a spasm shot through him. She felt his cock pulsate and for some reason she tried taking more of him in and sucked. He let go and fell towards her. The bitter and sweetness of the champagne flooded her mouth. She closed her now watering eyes and gagged.
When she opened them she was standing once again, fully clothed. Hermione bent over coughing. Victoria held the goblet under Hermione’s mouth and champagne she first drank flowed from her tongue and back into the goblet. Victoria wiped some remainder of it dripping from Hermione’s lips and then licked her fingers.
“No sense wasting it all.”

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