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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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“Dialogue”

‘Thoughts’

‘Flashbacks’

Chapter 37: My Prized Mudblood

“Mom? Mom is here? And dad too? How did you find them? when? Wait a minute…you want to marry me? Why? I thought…I thought you wanted me to be your sex-slave…!! I …”

Chuckling the Dark Lord caressed her flushed cheeks saying, while making her stand up from her seat, “Hermione …Hermione…my precious little pet… make no mistake…” …he kissed her fleetingly on the lips then continued whispering “You will be my Lady and Queen in the parlor…and…” he kissed her right cheek and murmured, breathing over her lips ”…you will be my Potions maker in the PHACS…” He kissed his left cheek, “You will also be my sweet bookworm researcher…”, he licked his way down to her jawbone, “and...my little whore in the bedroom…”.

He took her earlobe between his teeth and pulled slowly grazing the fleshy skin until it slipped free, thus sending tiny electric jolts all over her body, “….and…my precious fuck-toy in the playroom…” he nipped her under her ear in that sensitive spot on her neck that made her go all hot and shivering in the same time, “…my cherished painslut in the dungeon…” his lips hummed on her throat, in the small valley atop her collar bone, ”…my little sex-slave to fuck as I please…” He went down to lick between her two aching breasts, sucking on a nipple over the silk of her night robe, ”my prized mudblood …my cock worshiper”.

Hermione’s thought someone should put a bucket beneath her, because her whole being felt like a boneless mass, his oral stimulation unscrewing and screwing her, time and again, into a goopy miasma of arousal and anticipation. She was ready to slide like a land drenched with torrents, and collapse at his feet! Saturated entirely inside, she sensed her vulva open like a cracking dam and gushing its overflow, with every corrupt word he was titillating her mind and body with.

The sensuous purrs and wicked actions belied the negative meanings of the debauched expressions he was muttering. Each name fanned her fires, propelled her state of frenzied excitement to a soaring height, impatient for him to possess her and claim her again and again, and when he murmured ‘my prized mudblood…my cock worshiper’ she thought in an addled haze of near orgasm experience ‘oh yes please …such a worthy cock…to worship’.

By calling her a “mudblood” so affectively, at that precise moment, while they both knew it was a banned word, a taboo, his desire added a whole new licentious dimension to the term. It made it intimately theirs; an exclusive password to their secretive quarters of the senses. A dissolute personal secret code to enter the realm of the wanton flesh. It became their private language of the uninhibited carnality they share. A cerebral fornication prologue, leading to wild and frenziedly promiscuous orgies. Their brand of verbal and oral foreplay made of lewd vocabulary, that left both eager for the whole dictionary to decipher, creating their own twisted idioms.

She almost climaxed at the sensually “humiliating” ‘mudblood’! His decadent and prohibited lexicon shackled her needy arousal to his every dirty remark. His chains were made of vulgarly indecent and forbidden expressions, leaving her aching core in bondage. He licked around the shell of her ear, dipping his wet pointed tongue inside, then mumbling “ my treasured mud-slut…” and she felt her whole being melt and trickle down to her nether lips, while he continued sucking, nipping, licking and purring, fueling her hellish roaring desires into blazing inferno.

She knew then what he was accomplishing, what he already achieved. He was healing her invisible wounds, inflicted by these same derogatory appellations, years back. He was spreading his soothing, curing balm on her corroded and injured self-image. By using the same words, which hurt her in the past, he turned their demeaning objective upside down. They were now endearments, to spark her arousal and sexuality! As a consequence, they weren’t insults anymore, losing their negative effect, and gaining a diametrically different connotation, in a perfectly erotic context.

Now the mudblood and mud-slut became the sparkles of lust, excitement and passions! A custom made praise from her Master, intended only for her ears. For she is the only one privy to these words, these “Titles”. The only one entitled to hear them from him, because her Master knows how, where, when and why to use them, only for her benefit, and never to hurt her. As a result the ‘my mudblood’ purred by her Master was equaling ‘my Queen’, and ‘my mud-slut’ became equivalent to ‘my Lady’.

It was the 'sensual humiliation' he mentioned that she thrived under, in foreplay, when he tested her with the sandpaper. He tested her now, and made sure to cure, to arouse and excite her, by expelling the tarnishing effect, and replacing it with exhilaration. And rather than injurious, her mind instinctively, interpreted his implicit meanings! she indeed felt the fluttering of arousal escalate, and all she wanted was to be his mudblood forever.

Forgotten were her abrading self-doubt and eroding self-esteem, the unease and bitterness of inflicted old wounds and scars. He was the only one allowed to use these “nicknames”. After she accepted him as her Lord and Master, accepted his gift of Dominance, she with her gift of submission, implicitly and unconditionally permitted him to use them. He was good at exorcising, and purifying her memories, and vanishing her pains. But above all, the stigma that came with the invectives disintegrated, and was replaced with his velvety voice, he claimed them as only his to use! Murmuring these past “insults” like the most exquisite of descriptions, of pet names, and sweet flirting.

Intrinsically she understood, knowing already that, for him, she is unique, she is the One and Only mudblood Queen for him, and she is his. The slurs were no more, and in his mouth, from his lips, they became symbolic of her freedom in his Dominance, a sign of her healing under his control, and an insignia of her pride with his authority over her.

“My brilliant mudblood understands, doesn’t she?” He whispered while he was walking her back to the bed, she sat on the edge. Slowly, he made her lie down, feet still touching the floor. He covered her trembling body with his, and she felt his arousal rubbing between her thighs, exactly where she wanted his hardened flesh to rub.

“ I am going to open your Pandora’s box my little painslut, and bring forth every single one of your dark…” he kissed her lips tenderly, “..twisted..” he entangled his fingers in her hair, “..kinky ...” he rocked his hips, stroking her throbbing clit with his still covered penis, “ perverse..” he moved his right hand and his wand appeared as if out of nowhere between his fingers, and he flicked his wrist, making them both lose their silk cover “...needs…and desires…”

Positioning his penis at her entrance, “You will be very sore today…and I will not permit you any pain draught, I want you, to remember your Master, with each wince, and feel where his cock was, fucking you raw, claiming you, stretching you…filling you…making you cum.…through the pain … giving you pleasure… ”

He pulled her legs to his shoulders, and slowly inched his diamond hard flesh into her soaking wet passage, he breathed out grunting “ Oh pet you are ….so fucking smooth like wet silk…you drive me crazy for you little witch…your juices feel like cream, slut, you’re so wet for my cock…   baby? Your pretty cunt feels like a pot of honey little one… Whose pussy is this …slave? Answer me…”

“Yours…Master…”

“Say it …say… this Pussy is yours Master…”

Hermione did not know if her blush was induced by her already intolerable state of arousal or her shyness at using the explicit words he wanted her to acquaint herself with.

“This P…Pussy is yours Master” she gasped as felt him throb inside her.

“ Yes mine! …Your tight pretty cunt is mine, your orgasms are mine, your pain is mine, do not cum…. until I tell you to…your pleasure is mine…”

He was moving to and fro, with each word, in and out with each phrase, looking into her dilated eyes, twisting her nipples painfully, with his left hand, switching between her breasts, while holding his weight with his right hand. His left hand was caressing her with feathery fingers down the slope of her abdomen, reaching and rubbing her clit, plucking at it, now and then. He varied the pace and depth of his thrusts, keeping her balancing on the sharp blade of her impending climax, but never pushing her over the edge.

His pace gained momentum, then his strokes changed from shallow and fast to deep and slow, keeping her on the brink of bliss, but not letting her climax yet, her whines, moans and gasps were music to his ears. Her pleas and begging to let her cum, were almost as electrifying as her blowjobs. His black eyes, two gems of unspoken wicked promises, gleamed into her mocha ones, locked in an intercourse of their own.

“ Yesss… scream for me slut… your pain is my pleasure …you will cum…only when I say cum….fuuuck… I can feel your little pearl throbbing under my thumb;…. your pussy is fluttering around my cock…my precious mudblood… Ah! You like it when I call you mudblood, don’t you? …I feel your pussy sucking my cock hungrily when I call you mudslut …yesss …again… milk it mudblood … good girl … know your place …suck it with your cunt… my cock-slave…and cum ….now…” he whispered the last word in her ear, while he twisted hard her left nipple, and her clitoris, in a synchronized digits’ erotic dance.

He touched bottom, fully stretching her still tight sodden passage with his impressive girth, and shoved his length so deeply inside her that his glans touched her cervix, and the pangs of pain mixed with the pleasure radiating from the deepest part of her core, made her plummet into a never-ending plunge of exaltation.

She screamed her “Master” like a litany, a prayer, a mantra. She was orgasming hard, and it was nearly excruciating. She was unaware if it was from the pangs of pain or the jolts of pleasure, or the helix that both sensations created, thus whirling her into the world of sensory overkill!

A shudder passed through her lover and Master and his seed felt like a salve on her abraded internal tissues for a second, until the burning started because of it, he filled her to the brim, and she moaned, torn between the burning sensations and the spasmodic flashes of bliss that still shook her body. Her name tumbling from his lips, grunts and breathless roars caressed her overworked body into another kind of bliss.

Kissing her softly and tenderly on the lips, he grunted, “ We need to shower and get dressed, your parents are waiting for us.”

Her post-coital fog dissipated when hearing him mention her parents. Godric, he made her totally forget about them! She smiled shaking her head, but no shame or guilt came to mar her time with her Master. She knew that from now on, he was her first priority, not that she’s complaining.

She saw him stand up in all of his naked magnificence and he extended a helping hand, taking it, he gently pulled her up and when she stood on wobbly feet, she winced and a groan slipped through her lips, while her body cringed. All of her muscles were cramping, especially those between her thighs.

She heard him chuckle when she tried to walk to the bathroom, and she turned to scowl at him, “Sorry little one, but you’re walking funny…” he smirked his eyes darkening, and he inspected her from head to toe, with a lopsided grin growing on his lips, she huffed, “This is so not funny, not to me, I am barely able to move you know…”

“Aw…sweet pet…you will get used to it …don’t worry…” he kissed her nose teasingly, and continued on his way, traipsing to the bathroom, whistling and she wanted to throttle him. Damn the arrogant Asshole! Nothing has changed except her ability to walk, or lack thereof.

She heard him prepare their bath, and when she finally reached the steamy bathroom, he was waiting for her near the shower stall, taking her hand he helped down the marble steps, the warm water raining down on them from the rainforest showerheads. He joined in, made her sit on a ledge, he took a natural sponge dispensed some shower gel, and moved to behind her to softly and gently clean her tired body. He washed her hair, massaging her scalp and threading his fingers through her wet ringlets.

She was so relaxed that she rested her squeaky-clean body to his, after he finished rinsing her with a massage handled shower, she waited for him, perusing his wet, hot and sexy body, he dispensed the same treatment to himself, then he walked her to the soaking bathtub, already full with warm water and added salts and natural oils to help unwind her muscles. Relaxing together, her back to his wide chest, sitting between his legs, eyes closed, she asked almost inaudibly “ How did you find them?”

“Easily.” He chuckled when she harrumphed and slapped him playfully on his thigh, “You know what I mean”, she heard him snigger, and felt his lips on her warm skin.

Kissing her temple, he stated, while caressing her shoulders, in a soothing massage, with the tips of his fingers “A simple Point-me spell pet, used with a magical world map, and a drop of your blood, to scour the whole continents. This way one could locate the nearest blood relative to you. Usually it indicates the parents or the children aside from the blood source. So on the map your dot was present in Britain, while your parents two dots appeared in Melbourne, Australia, from there it was easy to obtain their address.”

“You broke the Obliviate charm I presume, and wiped the False Memory charm?”

“Yes pet. I made sure to break your Obliviate charm and removed the False Memory charm you used, so they were able to connect with the forgotten parts of their memories about you. Let me say that they were not really happy with what you did.” He grinned impishly when he announced, “ I promised your father that you will be punished for this.”

She mumbled more to herself than him, “I gathered as much…”she sighed.

“Yes naughty slave, you deserve a very special chastisement for what you did”

Smiling Hermione knew and was sure she’d like this ‘special chastisement’ as much as he would, she then asked when they came back, and his answer was ”I brought them here one month ago, they are back at your old house.”

Nodding she asked worriedly “ they are not very angry with me, are they?”

Matter-of-factly he replied, “They were going through all the legal procedures of what their resurrection entailed…. to acquire back their properties, assets and the dental clinic.”

He chortled and shook his head, “Good thing you have kept everything in their name, or else, it would have been a long-term legal quagmire, Hermione. But…. let’s say, I helped as much as the law allows me to.” He smirked knowingly, which meant everything was taken care of, if she understood right.

“To answer your last question, Your parents were really angry, they were upset that you did not trust them enough to explain what your plans were, consult them… and then when they learned of your coma and visited you …they calmed down, but understandably worried sick about you. I sent them a note today informing them of our imminent visit.”

Hermione turned to look at him agape, “ they came to see me during my coma?”

Caressing her face down to her open mouth, he smirked, sauntering over her lips, in a circular motion with his middle finger, he inserted it between her ready to close lips, ending in his digit being sucked inside, “ yes they did… bad… naughty slave… Is this an invitation pet? You want to suck on something bigger perhaps?”

His smile brightened the whole world, at least that's what Hermione thought. She licked his finger, and let it slide out with merely a pop, though she was tempted to worship his cock, but what occupied her mind at the moment were her parents. He brought them back!

Her eyes started to prickle and tears pooled and leaked down her cheeks. She missed them so much. The thumbs of the Dark Lord made quick work of wiping the moisture away. He cupped her face in his big warm palms, and tenderly kissed her lips.

Hermione’s face reddened and she hesitatingly stated, “I guess they were angry with me for doing that…”

Chuckling The Dark Lord stood and commented dryly “ Angry… might be an understatement, they were livid…but do not worry …I will come with you to meet them. Besides, I already explained all of the events to them, and of course informed them of our engagement ”

“Informed them?” Shaking her head she laughed, what was she expecting? This is Lord- Mr.granger-I-am-your-future-son-on-law-Voldemort for you. He does not ask for anyone’s opinion, and less, their acceptance. If she was expecting him to ask for her hand from her father, the traditional way, she surely won’t hold her breath!

Thirty minutes later, both stepped onto the front porch of her parental old home. To her amazement, nothing changed, as if time did not pass through this small and quiet garden and beautiful brick house. The entrance door flew open and Hermione saw both her parents standing with eyes filled with tears.

She ran to them, oblivious of her surroundings, and her fiancé. This latter walked slowly, giving them all the latitude needed to reunite, without his imposing presence hindering their spontaneous gathering.

Fifteen minutes later, Hermione was wishing her parents were still reprimanding her for all of her ‘hasty actions’ and ‘one-sided decisions’ along with the teary group-hugs and waterworks that threatened to flood the cozy and bright parlor they were all sitting in.

Her tomato-head was back and settled securely on top of her shoulders, listening to her father and Lord charmingly-irresistible Voldemort discussing her as if she was not there! And the worst part they were discussing how much spanking she needed to set her straight.

“…You see Lord Voldemort…I never laid a single finger on her when she was a kid!…I never needed to…she was so rule-abiding and an obedient girl….I really do not know what got into her…” Her father exclaimed with a satisfied nod, looking at her with a mischievous smile.

“Mr. Granger do not worry…she’s in good hands, and I promise, as her betrothed and husband to be, I am entitled to correct her rebellious behavior, as I see fit, she will be grounded…and punished.”

The Dark Lord gleeful leer at her embarrassment was obvious, while her father was having a field day teasing her like in the old days.

She wanted to simply vanish when her mother told her, in signs' language, from behind Lord Voldemort’s Back, standing in the kitchen and waving her hand fast up and down like she’s burned it, meaning how HOT and handsome he is. Hermione felt her head turn into a huge tomato when the Lord in question smirked deeply, and Hermione knew that he read her Mother’s mind, without even turning to look at her. Oh by all the Gods! Could this day become more awkward?! Are you kidding her? Indeed it could!

To top it all off, when she ran from the room, wincing and almost limping, pretexting to help her mother prepare the tea, in the kitchen, she got the “Inquisition’s” 20(x20) questions. And not your Mother’s average questions at that! Her mother, like all females apparently, has a gene that turns her into Lord Voldemort’s aficionada. So what kind of questions do you expect a woman to ask another woman, who is engaged to said Lord sex-on-legs Voldemort? Yes, that kind. Not the ‘what is his favorite color, or food’ genre for sure. She was at a loss of how to answer some really direct questions, and every couple of minutes the two men could hear Hermione yell ”MOM!!!!”

The Icing on the cake came when Mrs. Granger insisted on showing Lord Voldemort the photo albums of a toddler Hermione despite the witch’s objections. she hid her face behind her hands, and was ready to weep, and plead with her mother not to expose her this way.

“MOM!!! Please…I am sure his Lordship is not interested in little me… and…has no time to s…”

Her fiancé interrupted her tirade, “I have all the time in the world my darling do not worry, Mrs. Granger that would be absolutely interesting to see…thank you for sharing such wonderful times with me ” She met his smirking face by staring daggers at him, as he took the album.

She was contemplating how fast to make herself disappear, and praying the ground opening up and swallowing her whole. She tried to not look his way and poured herself another cup of tea, seeing that her mom was sitting near the irksome Lord and explaining to him each photo, and the occasion related to it. She almost choked on her tea, when her mom proudly opened a green album, ‘Oh my Godric NO! Not this one, not the Birthdays and Kindergarten one please…’

“How sweet and cute my fiancée was…and still is for that matter” he commented all in exaggerated awe and admiration, smirking at her.

“Yes she was a very cute and intelligent child, Aww look at her in this one! Isn’t her hair cute, it was so thick and frizzy that I always braided it in pigtails. Ah! I wonder how she smiled in this one? You see, her incisors were big, so she was awkward smiling so openly…My poor baby… had some nasty kids call her rabbit and bunny, that is when she turned one of her friends’ hair green, one of her bouts of uncontrolled magic…”

The slightly stifled laughs of Lord Voldemort made her glare at him, face almost purple-red, knowing that she won’t be hearing the end of it for a long time to come. Thank goodness he did not know about the "buck-teeth" appellation in Hogwarts, or Draco's spelling them even bigger. Well that had a positive result at least, since her incisors were made to shrink back into normal size.

The nightmarish ordeal ended when the Dark Lord and her mother discussed the weekly meetings she had until now with Narcissa Malfoy.

Hermione was stomped to know that neither Narcissa nor her mother told her about already meeting one another, of course thanks to the git sitting and laughing at her! It was decided that Hermione, accompanied with her mother would visit Narcissa at Malfoy Manor or this latter would come to the Center, in order to organize the wedding ceremony and reception. It was agreed that Friday afternoons would be best for all parties including Narcissa who informed Mrs. Granger of the optimal time for her, beforehand.

“We need also to purchase her trousseau, Narcissa insisted that Paris is a must, for such endeavors. I wonder if Hermione schedule…”

“Mrs. Granger do not worry, next week will be spent in Paris, since I have some official business there, the Minister of Magic, Narcissa’s Husband Lucius Malfoy will be accompanying us as well. It is obviously the best time that both you and Mr. Granger come along with us, this way you can handle the purchases that needed be done. And do not worry about the lodgings, we will be all residing in a house I own there.”

“Thank you Lord Voldemort, all is set then.” She turned to smile at her daughter who was fuming at the both of them. Especially him. Merlin! She was not used to this kind of control, and things being taken care of for her, to the last detail. She used to do everything all on her own! She was the one to sort out and provide logistics, and put together lists, and plannings! She was an independent woman, not a toddler anymore! Arghhhh! this is going to be very hard getting used to.

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