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My Fair Mudblood	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 25610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sorry for the week-long wait. I’ve had the most horrible weekend. Bah. But here it is! Chapter 4! Only one more chapter to go after this! AND LOTS OF SMUT COMING UP! BEWARE!

MJ: Hehe, if you felt like things were heating up in the last chapter, I think you’ll see it reach it’s boiling point in this one. And I hope you’ll enjoy it. And your guess is correct, you’ll have to wait until the last chapter to find out what the ritual is all about!

Seira asami: I think you’ll find a little of the answer to why Hermione is there… but you’ll have to wait until the next and final chapter for the full answer! And today I posted on a Monday, obviously and I don’t know when I’ll have time to publish the last, maybe this weekend. Or maybe I’ll make it my birthday present! Ah, we shall see!

cranberry391: I don’t think you’ll feel all that bad for Hermione after this chapter… hee hee.

QueenRuby: I like the way you capitalise the “u” in update, makes me feel all special! And you’ll find that the teasing ends in this chapter, mohahah! Also, you’ll find the answer to what the ritual is all about in the next and final chapter. On a side-note, I can say that the new story is coming along nicely and I hope I’ll be able to start to post it sometime in the beginning of next year!

Mrequecky: Glad you do! Enjoy!

Chapter 4

The rest of the day was slow agony for Hermione. She managed to forget her horniness somewhat while she read, but it only took the smallest things to break her concentration. And Voldemort seemed to really go in for making her miserable. While she was cleaning up after dinner, he came up behind her and started to stroke her breasts in the most arousing way. When she was ready to give him all she could and more than that, he let go of her and went back to do whatever it was he was doing.

When night came, she took a cold shower and it helped to cool her down. Although, the moment she came into bed, Voldemort started to touch her again. She was once again at the edge of an orgasm when he let go of her and bid her goodnight.

It was share exhaustion that made her fall asleep in the end. She really hadn’t thought she would be able to. Especially since she knew that tomorrow, she would loose her virginity.

When she woke up it was because Voldemort was poking her. Looking up, she saw him holding a cup in his hand. “Drink,” he ordered.

It was the same potion as yesterday. She drank it and felt some wetness form between her legs.

“One hour,” he said in a low voice. “I suggest you get ready. When the hour is up, I won’t let you out of the bed for hours.”

She gulped and felt a sudden need to use the bathroom. Forty minutes later she was back again. She had taken a shower as well; feeling like this was a good time to be clean. Not that she cared about what Voldemort thought. Or well, not that she wanted to care about what Voldemort thought. It felt very strange; loosing her virginity to the man they had been fighting for years. Lucky for her, she was at least horny enough to go through with it without having to be in too much pain. Of course it would feel when he had to stretch the sex while entering, but hopefully he would make it easy for her. Or would he?

Voldemort saw her standing at the entrance of the chamber. “There you are! I was wondering if you had tried to run away.”

Did he sound disappointed? Hermione scowled at him. He would probably see it as a turn on to chase her.

“Do you want something to eat?” he asked, eating a bowl of porridge himself.

She shook her head, suddenly too nervous to eat. Instead, she watched as he put the bowl down and stepped around the coffin. His arousal was quite obvious. She tried not to stare at it when he made his way over to her.

“Relax,” he mumbled and stroked her arms.

“Take it easy with me,” she blurred out, looking at his naked chest.

He chuckled and forced her head back so she was watching his face. “Easy how?”

She tried to scowl at him again, but probably just looked scared. “You know I’m a virgin. Just… give me time to adjust.”

“Very well,” he replied amused. “I guess we should start with the foreplay then?”

She nodded and let out a small cry when he lifted her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed. He dropped her on her back and lay down, half on top of her. For a moment, she just felt very silly lying there, having him watching her carefully. However, then he dived in and began to kiss and nipple her throat. His hands started to wander down her arms and the sides of her body. Since she wasn’t sure if he wanted her to touch him or not, she lay still and let him do as he pleased. It didn’t take long for her body to relax and she felt incredible horny again. Almost by themselves, her hands started to wander over his hard chest, but she had only started to explore it when he grabbed her hands and moved them over her head.

“Not this time, dear,” he mumbled into her neck and she could feel magical rope appear around her wrists. It didn’t bother her half as much as she would have thought. She didn’t mind just lying there enjoying him.

His lips travelled downwards, his teeth sometimes leaving small love bites on her pale skin. He took his time at her breasts, licking one nipple at the time while stroking the other with his hand. His other hand was stroking her legs, always getting teasingly close to her dripping centre, but never touching it. She didn’t want to beg him, so she bit her lip, only letting out a few moans.

Once her breasts were almost painfully tender from his mouth, he moved up again and started to suck on her throat. She was about to complain from the lack of action between her legs, when he forced them apart with one of his own. With one quick hand movement, he had pressed two fingers inside of her. She gasped out loud and willingly spread her legs winder to give him more access.

“This is the preparation,” he whispered into her ear and nibbled the earlobe. “Once I have my cock inside you, I won’t be patient.” He forced another finger inside of her and Hermione winced a little at the discomfort, but he kept still until she could relax. When he began to move again, he also pressed his thumb against her clit.

She buckled against his hand, wanting more pressure. He gladly gave it to her and also pressed a fourth finger inside her. This time she hardly noticed. The pleasure shooting out form her clit was too much. All the suspension from yesterday came back with a vengeance and the climax took her by surprise.

Before she managed to come down from it, he withdrew his fingers and pushed his cock inside her. She gasped at the sudden sense of fullness, but the pleasure that was shaking her body took it as more delight and she moaned loudly. She wasn’t sure when she had closed her eyes, but she opened them again when Voldemort started to move inside her. His eyes were closed in concentration and bliss. Merlin he was sexy.

She closed her eyes again and pulled her knees up to easier meet his trusts. He had found an angel that made his pubic bone press right into her clit when he pushed inside her and she found that very enjoyable.

“Now I need you to be very quiet,” he mumbled after quite some time stroking in and out of her.

Opening her eyes again, she saw him staring down at her seriously. She nodded. He grabbed a hold of her hair and started to mumble something under his breath. She saw that he was holding his wand in his other hand, but it didn’t scare her. Instead she could feel another orgasm approaching and so she closed her eyes and started to meet his strokes harder. When he finished his spell, they both came and she could feel both pleasure and magic run through her body. It felt like it was taking a hold of her whole body, making her limbs tremble uncontrollably, her brain and lungs stopped functioning and her whole sense of up and down disappeared.

When she came to again, he was lying on his back next to her, breathing heavily. She hadn’t even felt him leave her, but she could feel the evidence of their fucking dripping down between her legs. She became cold.

“I’m not taking any contraceptives!”

That made him laugh out loud.

Her eyes narrowed. “What?”

Still laughing, he turned to his side and watched her. “I’m well aware of that. Don’t worry; my sperm have another purpose in your body than reproducing. You won’t be raising any bastards any time soon.”

She was confused. “What is the purpose of your… sperm, then?”

“Storing magic, of course.” He leaned close and kissed her on the top of her head. “You are my vessel, Hermione. With you, I’ll have all the magic I need to do whatever it is I want to have done in the future.”

She frowned. “You don’t know?”

“How could I possibly know? It won’t happen to me for another fifty years! All I know is that I’ll require a great deal of magic and that I for some reason don’t have time to prepare you.” He stroked her stomach. “That isn’t too strange, though. It will take some time for the magic to grow… and to give it enough fuel of course.”

“Fuel?”

He smirked. “Fuel. So let’s give it another dose right now.” He untied her hands with a swish of his wand and sat up.

To her great surprise, she saw his starting to get hard again. So soon?

“Now is when the fun begins, Hermione,” he replied her unasked question. “Lick my cock clean.”

She stared at him.

He gripped her head and moved it above his cock. “You don’t have to swallow it, Hermione. Just lick it.”

Well, he certainty didn’t seem to take no for an answer. How bad could it be? He had licked her for crying out loud! Testing, she pulled out her tongue and licked the tip. The flavour wasn’t particularly pleasant, but it was fun to hear Voldemort groan. She did it again. And again. It made her feel rather strange. A little part of her was disgusted. After all, he did pee with it. However, a much greater part was feeling empowered by the obvious joy he was feeling. Hermione had always felt good by making other people happy. This was no different, although, quite a bit naughtier. Of course, she wouldn’t beg him to do it again, but it didn’t feel more than right since he had done it to her.

It didn’t take long until he pulled her away and rolled on top of her again. He grabbed her legs right under her knees and held them up as he entered her a second time. Hermione moaned as he began to fuck her in earnest. This time he seemed to be able to get even deeper inside of her and the angel made him press right into something very enjoyable at the inside of her sex. In her pleasure hazed mind, she guessed it was her g-spot. It sent sparks through her whole body, making her toes cruel and her eyes tear up. When he also pressed a thumb against her clit, she came. Not as heavily as before, but it made her body go all limb.

Voldemort took full advantage of it and turned her body around so she was standing on her knees, leaning forward against the mattress.

“Stand still,” he ordered and entered her again, this time from behind.

Hermione didn’t know how she found the strength to keep upright, but she did. She gasped and moaned as he fucked her fast and hard. Why hadn’t she ever done this before? This feeling was fucking amazing! Hee hee, fucking. Hermione found herself laughing against the pillow. Then Voldemort’s hand came around her body and started to play with her nipples and all she could do was moan.

She lost all sense of time as he pounded into her. Sometimes he would stop and take a few breaths and readjust his grip of her, but before she had time to ask him to continue, he would start again. She hadn’t thought she would be able to come again, but his hands sneaked down over her stomach and in between her legs, finding that sweet little nub again. The pressure both from the inside of her body and the outside made her scream out her release before she collapsed, having no strength left to keep her hip up. That didn’t stop Voldemort, tough. He turned her around to her back again and entered her one last time. She saw the ceiling through glazed eyes and her mouth opened in a silent moan when his orgasm came and he bit down on her shoulder to silence his groan. The pain was almost a welcome relief from all the intense pleasure and she closed her eyes and just listened to his slowing breathing against her neck.

None of them said anything for a long time. When he finally rolled of her, she felt cold and lonely. Reality came crashing down on her. Oh, Merlin, what had she just done? Could it be right taking that much pleasure from being with your enemy? She moved out of bed and… fell down on the floor. She stared down at them in disbelief. She had lost all feeling in her legs.

“What are you doing?” came Voldemort’s amused voice from behind her.

“My legs aren’t working,” she scowled.

He chuckled, but came out of bed as well and lifted her up. The unpleasant sensation of blood flooding back to her legs made her wince, but at least she could stand on her own. She carefully tried to shake them awake.

“I think I need to use the bathroom,” she said out loud.

“Do you need help to get there?” he asked, still holding her by her elbows.

“No,” she replied quickly and took a step forward and would have fallen if Voldemort hadn’t captured her again. “Oh, perhaps I do.”

Voldemort chuckled and half-carried her to the bathroom. Thankfully he left her alone once they reached it and she could stumble to the toilet. Peeing was a rather painful experience, but the shower afterwards made her fell somewhat human again. And hungry like a wolf.

By the time she was done, her legs could carry her again, but she still walked carefully back to the chamber. Voldemort was already eating and had prepared a plate for her as well. She hardly saw what it was; she could have eaten him if there hadn’t been anything else…

Her eyes wandered over his naked form. His head looked almost as bushy as her own, but in a much more sexy way. His skin was glowing from… well, probably sweat, but that too made him look sexy. Like a Greek God. Although, he was still very evil and every sensible cell of her brain screamed at her not to give in to him as completely as she just had. Sure, she had already made up her mind to just do what he wanted so she could come home in one piece. However, she hadn’t expected to like it quite so much. Something very primeval inside of her had come alive and was roaring for more of the pleasure. Perhaps she could blame it at the potion, but it still didn’t change the fact that it was leading her down a very dangerous path.

“So,” he asked after they had finished the food. “What do you want to do next?”

Despite everything they had just done, she blushed at the thoughts appearing in her mind. She had always seen herself as a very down-to-earth kind of girl with a rational way of thinking. Now a part of her wanted to wrestle him down on the bed again and ride him like an animal.

Voldemort seemed to be sensing her thoughts because he chuckled and said; “I’m afraid I’m not quite up for that yet, dear. Give me a couple of hours.”

Her blush increased. “I didn’t mean…”

“The modest-act is getting thin, Hermione,” he replied, suddenly bitter.

“I’m not acting,” she mumbled.

He huffed and rose, taking their plates. She was quite surprised when she saw him clean them of the Muggle way. Then, as if he realised there was an easier way to do it, he wiped out his wand and the plates disappeared.

She frowned. What had just happened?

“I…” She stopped when he spun around, watching her through narrowed eyes. “What’s wrong?”

He sneered. “Why would anything be wrong?”

“You are… angry?” She didn’t understand it one bit. “What is it?”

He walked up to her slowly. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop lying!” he growled. “Why do you insist on pretending you don’t want me when you clearly do?”

She was at a loss of words and just stared at him.

He gripped her thighs where she was sitting and pushed them apart. To keep her balance on the stool, she leaned backwards against the table. She let out a gasp when he pushed a finger into her sensitive sex, but he withdrew it just as quickly.

“See!” he roared and showed her the wet finger.

Fear made her mute but a little annoying voice in her sensible brain gave her a “told you so”-look. He may not look like a demon yet, but he was already Voldemort.

“Why are you trying to play with me?” his voice was cold and suddenly low.

When she didn’t answer right away, he smacked the inside of her thigh. She winced and tried to push him away, but he just captured her hand.

“I’m not trying anything,” she finally exclaimed. “Why are you acting like this?”

“I’ve had enough of people lying to me,” he growled. “You’ll be here for quite some time, I want you to stop acting around me and stop lying!”

“But I’m not!”

He stared at her.

She swallowed. “Look, this isn’t easy for me. I don’t want to have sex with you.”

He opened his mouth, but she suddenly realised what he meant and spoke again. “Fine, I don’t want to want to have sex with you! You have been the devil of my life since I was eleven and found out I was a witch! You murdered my best friend’s parents; you possessed a friend of mine and almost killed her! One of your minions gave me this scar and another one held me under the Cruciatus Curse for so long I wanted to die! And now you have sent me here and I can only assume that this preparation is for some sort of secret weapon which will be against everyone I hold dear.”

His anger had disappeared from his eyes and instead he watched her with caution, especially the scar from Dolohov between her breasts.

“I don’t want to want to have sex with you, but I do, okay? I’m disgusted by myself, but… Merlin…” She grabbed his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. She could feel his surprise when she pressed her lips against his, but he didn’t fight it. However, he also didn’t respond to it and after a moment she let go of him and looked down, feeling embarrassed.

He just stood there in silence for minutes. She wondered what he was thinking but didn’t dare look up at his face. Finally, his hand came up and he gently tilted her head backwards.

“But I haven’t done anything to you personally?” he asked slowly.

She shook her head, wondering what he was getting at.

“Although, you feel that, for the sake of your friends, you shouldn’t like me?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Well, yes, but…”

He pressed his finger against her lip. “No buts. I understand. However, I haven’t done any of those things yet, so you can’t blame me for them, can you?”

“Well, I suppose…”

“You can’t,” he concurred smugly. “So then, you really have no reason to feel that way. All you have to do is just relax and enjoy.”

“But you are still evil,” she objected.

He chuckled and started to stroke the inside of her thighs. “But you just showed that I make you feel good, didn’t you?”

Oh. “Yes…”

“Then what’s the problem? I’m not asking you to be my evil lady, or to do any evil deeds with me. All I want is for you to take one small potion and have loads and loads of sex with me for the next three months. How could that possibly be bad?”

She was well aware that the purpose of it all was probably something evil, but when he put it like that… well, as she had realised before, it was either this or dying. And having sex with Voldemort did make her feel very, very good.

“So,” he mumbled, the tip of his index finger touching her clit. “What do you want to do now?”
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