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Harry Potter and the Energumen of the Elchee	By : The_Oddest_Exclamation Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 48778 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, and I'm not making any money from this because I am not J.K. Rowling.

Chapter List
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I’m going to start by thanking all of the people who have read and reviewed this story so far, knowing other people are interested in my ideas is just awesome.
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Violet awoke from a light nap feeling fantastic.
Well, that might have been a bit of an exaggeration; she smirked to herself as she stretched back against her spooning twin’s sleeping form. She was still sore pretty much everywhere from their earlier rough coupling, and her legs were coated in a flaking layer of sex fluids, but the dozens of eyes that had been staring at her in intimidation and awe had made it all worth it.
She reveled in the power she had asserted over the other girls, and the pleasure that had preceded it had been just as sweet. Their animalistic sides, the beast inside them her brother didn’t show very often was always worth the effort of drawing to the surface, even if it was only for the fierce sex that always resulted. But when she added the fact that she had been able to finally draw his attention back away from the other girls… well that simply made her later swaggering all the more rewarding.
Hermione on the other hand was feeling significantly less self-satisfied. She was exhausted, mentally and physically, but there was simply so much to learn that she patently refused to allow herself the sweet mercy of sleep.
Of course, that meant that she hadn’t even bothered to try and get any rest, instead she had stormed into the study room with eyes scanning for books the second she had felt that the Esquires had left them alone for the night.
And she had found them; she contemplated idly, already halfway through a wrist-thick text on magical botany. An entire wall of the lushly furnished den had been thoughtfully layered with books of various sizes and shapes.
To her mounting frustration though, there seemed to be no books written in Greek, just a couple dozen textbooks on seemingly randomly chosen subjects which were instead written in Latin.
Almost everything else was a wall of cuneiform, hieroglyphics, runes or a variety of other forms of incomprehensible gibberish or chaotic squiggles splashed across stiff pages. Which was really too bad, in Hermione’s opinion, as a good number of the books she had been thumbing through earlier had been filled with beautifully illustrated diagrams and pictures of various things she knew absolutely nothing about.
And to be so obviously surrounded by so much obvious knowledge and being totally unable to access it left her in a state that resembled an almost physical discomfort, the need to fulfill her id driving her ever further from any thoughts of sleep, and only adding to her ever mounting sense of frustration.
Fortunately for her, one of the books that she had been able to find was a Greek to Latin dictionary that had been proving itself to be amazingly useful for cross referencing with her less than brilliant understanding of the old imperial script.
It was so useful in fact, that she already had sixteen pages of various notes. Scribbled precisely onto several loose leaves of parchment she had found stacked, along with a large number of inkwells and several handfuls of dip pens, laying in a row of bins on the far wall.
As her hand attempted to rise from her current page on some kind of predatory strangler vine, to the inkwell on the desk for another note, she sighed to herself quietly as her arm simply refused to respond to her demand. Making a point to tune out the light breathing coming from her younger sibling, who was wrapped snuggly in a woolen blanket on one of the overstuffed couches against the wall, she let her body relax back into her wooden chair for a moment.
Hermione sighed and rubbed her face, she was so tired she physically ached, her eyes struggled to open after every blink and she felt like she could feel the bags forming beneath them.
The candles behind her dimmed again as she fought to rub the sleep out of her eyes. She brushed her frizzy hair out of the way and turned up to glare at the flickering lights, only for them to be as bright as they had been when she came in the room.
That had been happening for at least the past half-hour, as though there was some malevolent power controlling the brightness of the candle’s flames in an attempt to sabotage her study.
Though, considering where she was, she wouldn’t put it beyond the realm of possibility.
Hermione huffed up at the traitorous lights, and turned her attention back to the diagram on the page in defiance, trying to figure out where exactly the author had pulled the Latin terminology that he was using to describe the plants various vascular systems from, as she certainly had never heard of it before.
“How exactly do you expect to survive in class tomorrow if you’re up all night?” A silky smooth whispered from nearby, startling Hermione out of her exhausted attempt at concentration, the nearly forgotten Tully hung on her ear whispering its quiet translation to her.
That the two other girls had entered the room and managed to cross it almost to her desk without her noticing was a testament to her current exhaustion more than her focus. The one closest to her was a tall and aristocratic blonde… “Dor”, or something similar if she was correctly remembering the flurry of greetings that had been passed around table during the earlier feast.
Trailing behind her was a frowning girl with a short bob of black hair. Hermione didn’t remember her introducing herself, but she did remember that the girl had spent an inordinate amount of time fawning at Draco earlier, which likely meant…
“Your Draco’s sister, aren’t you?” She whispered back at the blonde quietly, mindful of Melody still sleeping on the couch, and making a pointed effort at ignoring the taller girl’s question.
That response however, seemed to please the other girl, whose lips quirked up in amusement at the connection. The focused gaze and manipulative expression the aristocratic blonde landed on her made Hermione decide that she didn’t quite like it when the pretty girl was amused. “Indeed, you have a minute?” The tall blonde probed with a calculating smirk, a little more breathily than Hermione thought was decent.
Not that anyone other than her seemed to be making any effort at all towards decency in this madhouse, but that wasn’t the point.
The black-haired girl huffed in impatience at her companion’s behavior, taking several steps closer until she was flanking close to the right side of Hermione’s desk. Suddenly Hermione was lashed, by that same type of disembodied sensation that she had begun to associate with whatever phenomena people actually meant when they went and used the term “Magical Core”.
The closest thing she could compare this new sensation to was being struck by pieces of shattered glass, something that was smooth as silk, but would cut you to ribbons if you weren’t careful with it.
It was such an unexpected feeling that her exhausted mind simply reacted on instinct, pressing back with that wet crackling, sensation that seemed to be her immaterial “self” with a gust of power.
There was a moment when that power pressed out normally, or at least as normally as she had experienced so far, like it had done before in the hold and after the feast. But then she was struck with a powerful cooling sensation and Hermione instantly knew somehow that she couldn’t even try and pull that power back.
The impatient girl reacted to the cooling instantly, her thin frame suddenly snapping tight, her breath chirping with a cutoff yelp and all of her muscles seemed to lock tight simultaneously as her skin flushed a brilliant crimson in reaction to whatever the girl was doing.
“Fuck!” She moaned the curse as her body went slack, taking deep gasping breaths through a shaky, giggling smirk as the previously scowling girl made a visible effort to calm her trembling thighs and remain standing. “Dior you bitch, why didn’t you warn she was gonna bloody zap me!” The smaller of the duo groaned happily, finally dropping to her knees and the cooling sensation slowed to a stop, leaving Hermione with her body almost melting into the chair. Suddenly she was even more exhausted than she had only a moment before.
“You should refine your attention to detail Pansy.” Dior said, rolling her cold blue eyes at her trembling companion in amusement. There was massive grin on the haughty girl’s face that Hermione did not like at all, that bloomed further as her shivering friend tumbled further forward onto her hands and knees. Then Dior, grinning greedily, moved swiftly closer to Hermione’s desk and unlatched her own cloak so that it fell off her body and pooled at her feet, revealing the blonde’s slender body for all to see. The indecent display was enough that Hermione stood instantly in shock and discomfort.
That proved to be the wrong thing to do in her position, both because she stumbled out of exhaustion, and because Dior took that opportunity to slide her nude form right up flush against her cloak covered body. Grinding that place at the junction of her thin hips firmly against Hermione’s thighs, forcing her to back up until her butt was pinned back against the chair she had just stood from. “What in God’s name do you two think you’re going to get away with?” She hissed at the blonde quietly in reaction, her total astonishment at the sheer brazenness of the display, leaving her indignant and in disbelieving shock.
The other girl merely leered down at her outrage, sliding her hands along her arms to pin Hermione’s wrists against her thighs “Heh, well Pansy was just a little hungry… but I’ll tell you what I want tonight Hermione.” Dior drew her face close enough that their noses touched and she could smell the other girl’s hot breath. “I’ll tell you that boys can be fun.” She gave that none-answer, drawing back slightly with a sultry smile on her lips, which grew wider and more self-satisfied as the damnable lights dimmed themselves again. “But I’ve found that if you want consistent satisfaction, you need a woman’s touch.” The reedy girl wiggled her eyebrows meaningfully, a slender hand slipping between the opening of Hermione’s robe to banish any doubts she might have had. “So what do you think I want?” She teased, licking her lips at the sight of Hermione’s struggling.
Then the blonde kissed her… really hard.
Hermione’s brain slammed to a halt as the dainty girl’s tongue burst into her mouth mid-gasp, and she swirled it around for a moment, letting the implications and obvious outcomes go flashing across Hermione’s mind as the blonde girl locked her up with a messy kiss. Then Dior’s sucking mouth pulled free from her shocked lips with an audible pop, leaving her gasping for air in stunned disbelief, and then the tall blonde leaned down and started nuzzling her clavicle, licking and kissing up past her trembling shoulder to whisper into her ear. “And you know what? I think if you’re cooperative, we can both get what we want tonight.” The aristocratic girl whispered in a tone that left absolutely no illusions as to what exactly she wanted to get out of this tonight.
This was simply unacceptable. “You let me go this instant!” Hermione hissed her outraged demand at the other girl loudly as she dared, trying to ignore how she herself was already so drained that she was trembling in the other girls grip instead of even struggling properly. “You put your clothes on and let me go!” She growled out in outrage and growing dread, flushing with mortification as her brain finally caught up to reality around her. She spared a panicked glance back to the couch where her younger sister Melody was still sleeping quietly with her thumb in her mouth, sparing her that humiliation at least. “Please, be reasonable.” She begged a grinning Dior in frustration as it hit her that she couldn’t force the girl to free her, she was left so struggle weakly against the slender girls aggressive touches, now suddenly wishing desperately that she had gotten some sleep.
Dior just chuckled down to her haughtily at the sudden change of her tone. “Why?” The well-bred blonde asked, as she used her knee to force apart Hermione’s legs. “You can’t stop me… so why shouldn’t I do whatever I want to you?” She finished, pressing her knee further past the junction between Hermione’s legs until its cap touched the wood of the chair behind her.
Dior released her left wrist, which went straight down to try and protect her sanctity, and the taller girl pinched Hermione’s nose tight and held it closed. Waiting patiently until she was forced to open her mouth for air, then the thin faced girl was forcing another unwanted kiss onto her. The girl’s slender tongue pillaging her captive mouth as Hermione’s sleep-deprived muscles simply failed to free her, or even force the blonde to cease her unwanted ministrations. She was simply no match, even for the more slender girl’s strength, as exhausted as she was.
Dior broke the kiss again, glancing past her head, and she was again left panting for the lack of air. “Please stop this, let me go!” Hermione moaned as her skin tingled with goose-bumps, shaking her body desperately trying to free herself from the braided blonde’s grip in sudden fear, her stomach clenching tightly in dread as she noticed that Pansy had finally stumbled from up her knees and was slowly making her way behind her. Suddenly it hit her that she was already helplessly pinned and getting desperate, and that she was about to be outflanked.
Not that this unhappy turn of events should have seemed to be anything really unusual, given how things had been going for her as of late.
In fact, if anyone had asked her if there had been any defining factor that had stood out over her past few days, Hermione would have said it was the simple fact that she had been constantly shuffled from humiliating experience to humiliating experience. Almost all of which were things she had been explicitly told never to do by either her parents or the priests.
This would most definitely be one of the things in that broad category…
Dior seemed to realize that as well, pressing her thin frame even closer against her brunette captive, headless of her desperate struggles and the whispered begs for release. Chuckling as her thin face again drew close to Hermione’s neck, nuzzling along the nape her saliva had earlier coated affectionately. Ignoring Hermione’s whispered pleading for mercy into the braids near the blonde’s ear. “You should have gotten some sleep Hermione.” The elfin girl teased her haughtily as Hermione’s abdomen clenched again, but to her own shame it was not just in fear this time, as the attractive blonde went wetly sucking in a trail down her neck that left Hermione trembling at the feelings it caused to surge through her body. “But it’s too late for that now isn’t it?” The blonde crooned smugly as her captive resisted the urge to break down in tears, emphasizing her point by slapping the free hand Hermione had protecting her sacred place from the other girls wandering fingers, sliding a greedy digit over the creased little mound she found there as the frizzy brunette started sobbing in quietly into her own neck.
“She didn’t need any sleep to fry me.” The Pansy grumbled happily, sounding much more relaxed than she had before as she came slinking up, sandwiching Hermione’s body between the two of them, and forcing Hermione to resist the growing urge choke in fear. “I’m actually a little impressed.”
The dark haired girl’s smug voice crawled across the back of Hermione’s shivering neck, and she felt herself instantly pinned in place on a different level, the earlier sensation of shards now behind her and with an oily slick sort of feeling in front.
Then the pair pressed in for real, Pansy’s hot breaths and little kisses, rapidly transforming into long languid licks trailing across the back of her neck and shoulders. Dior’s mouth attacked her own again with another sloppy kiss as their combined power lashed down against their captive. The greedy blonde moving on to kissing the rest of her face when Hermione pressed her lips tightly shut and shook her head in outright refusal. Both girls wrestled her free from where she was pinned bodily against the chair, and as Pansy snapped the clasp of her cloak open with a lazy flick, their naked pelvises suddenly not just pinning her hips, but both grinding at her body between them.
She simply couldn’t handle it anymore. “No, no, no, no…” She repeated quietly as three sets of sweat-slicked naked skin ground together, Hermione sobbed the mantra quietly to herself while her nerves flashed with a new kind of fire. Her own body readily betraying her to the new and unfamiliar sensations, even as unwanted as they were. The pair seemed to be reveling in her misery, and their groping hands roamed across the flesh that was now exposed to the air, pinching, squeezing and caressing in time to her pleading. Pansy purred mockingly against her shoulder as her body shook particularly hard, and the black haired girl forcefully bent her arms until they were pinned up against her back, allowing Dior to slide her frame onto Hermione’s struggling body in an embrace until they were almost flush together. The sweat in her hair dripping into her eyes as the skin of their front sides went sliding against one another, leaving her with a tingling sensation.
The oily feeling intensified instantly as their bodies went flush, and she was forced to allow herself to be pressed against the thinner girl fully. And with a hint of that same sort of coolness that had come from Pansy earlier, Hermione cried out as she found her magic responding to Dior’s pull. Her own power being drawn out from her center and into another foreign vessel against her will. Dior shuddered at the same time, gasping loudly and closing her mouth firmly onto Hermione’s neck like some kind of parasite to quiet her own voice, and into her neck the other girl moaned whorishly as she trembled in satisfaction.
Then, in an instant the sensation of chilling vanished again as both girls grew back their powers, and Hermione was left with the sort of deep throbbing heat across her body that she knew from her studies must have come from sexual arousal. To her shame and fear, the other girls obviously noticed that too. Dior, who was now looking much more awake in the same manner as Pansy, shot her a gloating smirk that told her that she knew exactly the state Hermione was in. The blonde leered lecherously and Pansy twisted her arms behind her so she could hold them with one hand, the black haired girl reaching a hand down and sliding a finger between the squeezed tight cheeks of her butt as Dior started pinching the erect nubs of her nipples.
“Well, isn’t this cute?” Another voice interrupted them, nearly stopping Hermione’s heart in sheer terror at being found in this position, but she still noted a sort of ire mixing with smugness clear in the speakers tone.
Pansy and Dior jumped at the voice, releasing Hermione to slide boneless to her knees in exhaustion. Unable to even raise her head, which simply ended up laid back against Dior’s thigh, as she tried desperately not to curl up into a ball or look as out of sorts as she really was. She could see the redhead from earlier out of the corner of her vision; Violet was standing unashamedly nude in the doorway. The lean little redhead’s face held an unusual mixture of smug self-satisfaction and irritation, and her arrival carried with it the smell of stale sex, the scent-cue reinforced by the flaky white trails along the other girl’s tanned thighs.
It seemed she had guessed the origin of the muffled sounds earlier in the bathroom correctly, not that such knowledge made Hermione feel any better about anything, instead it just made her stomach clench harder as even more ideas about what might happen now started flashing past her mind’s eye.
But it was the sharp, fearful intake of breath behind her told her more about the situation than any explanation would have. She didn’t even have to ask to know that Dior had previously done something to anger the other girl, something that was worth a fight if the fuming, rolling heat pulsing off the angry redhead’s core was any indication.
Violet chuckled condescendingly at them as she swept a frizzy lock of red hair out of her eyes, a sly victorious look crossing her face as she paced calmly forward, catlike and haughty. “Oh, isn’t this scene just rich.” The short girl sneered cruelly, first at Dior and Pansy, then down at Hermione herself. “I’ve been waiting all day for this.” She growled back up at the girls behind Hermione with a smirk, her fiery aura flashing even more violently at the words, and Hermione imagined that she could smell smoke as it expanded to press in against her.
Unexpectedly, she was hit by a sudden flash of irrational anger as she finally managed to catch her breath, and in a sudden instant, every single facet of the newcomer simply rubbed her the exact wrong way.
Her fingernails dug into her palms as she was suddenly absolutely furious with everyone in the room. The hot embarrassment, humiliation, violation, all came crashing together and they filled her soul with a sort of numb fury that made her grind her teeth as she stared down into the carpet and tried to find the strength to stand.
The worst part was that she couldn’t even place where this new feeling came from, except maybe as some massive subconscious overreaction to the humiliation of both being molested against her will by a pair of other girls and then being caught naked and in mid act. It was even more confusing in her frazzled, exhausted mind because most of the new feelings of spite and anger seemed to be directed at Violet, and not at her would be rapists. But as she sat there in the plush carpet she realized that she simply didn’t have the willpower or place of mind left to fight it. The heat the other girl was throwing off was simply infuriating her too much for her exhausted psyche to bear.
She slid her arm up to grab Dior’s wrist hard, letting her fingernails dig venomously into the other girls flawlessly pale skin, the act of marring it as she pulled herself unsteadily to her feet left her mind flushed with sick pleasure. It was a silent warning that no matter what happened next, she was not finished with the pair. She ignored the blonde’s pained hiss and shot what she hoped was an unimpressed, and not overly embarrassed or exhausted glare at the redheaded newcomer.
Violet grinned wolfishly at her as Dior hissed in pain and pulled her arm away in in pain, and at Pansy moving subtly behind her and out of Hermione’s line of sight in reaction. “Look Hermione, I know you’re probably mad but you need to calm down!” The dark-haired little serpent hissed quietly in an attempt to calm her, and edge of panic creeping into her voice. “We’ll get in a lot of trouble if we-”
Whatever warning the other girl was about to give was lost as Violet took several long aggressive strides towards them, closing the dozen feet between them rapidly to give them all another cruel smirk. “If we what you little slut? You two pixies ain’t gonna beat me in a fistfight,” the athletic redhead spat at Pansy, “and curly here looks like she needs a nap more than a scrap.” The nude girl rhymed in English mockingly, with a smug sneer on her lips. “I suppose I could provide both though.” She finished by flexing her muscled arms and hands, letting her knuckles crack audibly.
Dior slid close behind Hermione as she clenched her fists in anger at the newcomer’s jabs. “Do you even understand why she makes you so angry Hermione?” The blonde attempted to whisper soothingly into her ear, making the fuzzy little Tully hidden behind her hair wiggle, but she barley registered it past the bubbling anger and humiliation that was rapidly reaching towards its boiling point. “Or why your heart is suddenly set against someone who has nothing to do with this, rather than me or Pansy?”
Hermione didn’t really know the answer to either question, and in that moment she only knew that she didn’t care. Violet was registering in some deep seated part of her, the part that she couldn’t really see that well but which had been dredged to the surface by the blonde’s earlier actions. She was a competitor of equal strength, that type of urgent threat that needed to be dealt with before she could move on to less important things… like paying back her would-be molesters. It must have been some instinct; there was simply no rationalization to be had.
Hermione ignored the blonde’s attempt to calm her, and drew up that part of her that she was beginning to learn to hate, the part that could compel both Melody and herself and reacted like a wild storm to the slightest provocation. As she did a tiny voice in her head cried out in terror and humiliation, begging with the savage, angry pressure that this was all a terrible idea and pleading that they flee and find an authority figure to beg for sanctuary. But it was snuffed out by that rising power as she allowed it to flash, subjugated by the primitive demands it brought with it.
She idly noted, that she could feel Dior and Pansy slinking back away from her as the power rose, there cores echoing with something that felt slippery to the touch and smelled like fear and sudden panic. The smell made her smile at that little victory, and it only reinforced the current direction of action that had been decided on deep in her mind.
The redhead had seen her vulnerable, and so the smaller girl had to be put in her place if she was to ever be able to recover from this, it was as simple as that.
She allowed that power to call to her, allowed the anger and giddiness it brought with it to flow through her. Hermione was no longer even trying to fight it, and instead she reveled in the intense sensations that ran down her degraded and still aroused body. She wasn’t humiliated by that arousal anymore though, and she was giggling happily as the little lines of flashing light went skittering across her bare skin and left it tingling in pleasure, flashing in stronger pulses in rebellion against the waves of heat that came blasting off the redhead as Violet’s brow furrowed.
She let her magic take the reins, and it flared outward in defiance with a power that Hermione almost felt she could hear as it thundered against Violet’s. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her little sister leap awake on the couch with a sudden, panicked jerk, her expressive eyes widening in fright as she saw the state that the room and its occupants had fallen into during her slumber.
She cracked her neck at Violet, listing to the bones pop. “I think you barbarians need a lesson in etiquette.” Hermione spat in Greek, ignoring the little embers that had begun dancing around her redheaded challenger and readying the crackling in her fists for a fight she really only knew that she desperately needed to win.
Violet herself closed a second later, she felt Pansy and Dior both throw themselves to the ground behind her, as sparks of flame and bolts of lightning burst into being and went leaping between them like iron fillings drawn to a lodestone.
Then suddenly, and without warning, their two opposing strengths were snuffed out like candle flames, as an oppressive weight crashed down on them and nearly brought Hermione to her knees with its power. A massive watery pressure that ground down onto them with a heart-stopping intensity, and came with the smells of seaweed and ancient ocean slime, and it was a deep power that they all instantly recognized.
“Just go to bed on your first night,” Tonks’s voice echoed tiredly from somewhere out of sight, as all of the magically induced hate and bravado drained out of Hermione’s body, “was that really so much to ask?” The pretty teen grumbled irritably; from somewhere out of sight nearby.
The wet, gusty, sort of cracking in her body was completely gone now, as was the enraging heat that had been emanating from Violet. Without those pressures Hermione’s thoughts were left bare again, and suddenly she realized that there had to have been a bevy of mistakes made at some point between ignoring that order and nearly getting into some sort of savage, mindlessly driven conflict with another girl in the middle of their dorm’s study hall.
“”Oh, shit!” Pansy and Dior both gasped in quiet unison behind her, as they too seemed to have felt the crashing dampness that told Esquire had returned, almost certainly summoned by the impending conflict, and they had clearly noticed that the teen’s tone of voice implied she was far less than pleased with the behavior on display.
Dior whimpered like a struck puppy, as Hermione heard the meaty smack of a punch behind her, followed by Pansy whispering angrily to the blonde. “I damn well told you that this was a terrible idea Dior,” the black-haired girl hissed, her voice filled with fear. “but nooo, we just had to go haze the Greek cause you were feeling peckish!” The angry girl spat in a shouted whispered behind her. “If we had just stayed in the bloody tent we wouldn’t be in this mess!” Pansy finished angrily, realizing that the time when they could bow out of this gracefully had probably passed, and audibly intimidated by their Esquires powerful display of magic.
The light’s dimmed further, throwing shadows and darkness over most of the room. Tonks stalked impossibly out of the murky gloom of a corner that had been empty and illuminated only seconds before, and any hope of escaping this mess that Hermione might have had died with a whimper. There was a mostly empty glass jug, which she presumed had been once filled with alcohol of some sort, was pretty much empty but held loosely in the teen’s hand. A tired, annoyed look and the significantly drunk flush across the shapely teen’s visibly exasperated features and that spoke clearly enough.
“Three in the bloody morning… I was drinking and getting head at the same time.” The pretty shape-shifter chided them irritably. “Then I have to rush down here to keep you dingbats from burning your own dorm down.” Tonks grumbled, her hands sliding to rest on the flare of her bare hips. An action that forced her loose night robe wide open, revealing to Hermione and the others that she hadn’t been lying about getting head either, if the obvious wetness that shined off her half-hard penis in the dim candlelight was any indication.
“That’s alright though,” the irresponsible teen said, grumbling sternly down at them, causing the oceanic pressure to suddenly intensify. An action which brought the entire room, except Tonks herself and Melody who was on the couch, hard onto their hands and knees, “just means I get to punish yah!” She said, her face flashing with an amused looking smile, the tall, curvy teen swaying slightly as she gave a drunken hiccup.
“I just want it known that me and Dior weren’t fighting or getting ready to fight…” Pansy whispered quietly in cowardice, as she and Dior slinked up to kneel next to Hermione, the girl seemingly trying to plead to save herself whatever new humiliation Hermione was sure was about to land in her lap next.
The statement seemed to cause Tonks some pause for a moment though. The teen studying each of them in turn, with an intensity to her gaze that belayed her obviously drunken state, before she finally broke out in a smirk that left Hermione suddenly trembling again. And feeling like she needed an adult… a more responsible adult than the clumsy teen fate had allocated her.
“Alright then,” Tonks shot back with a lazy wave, her short hair flashing through several colors and finally settling on a deep brown, “you two can leave.” The shapely teen said, pointing over Hermione to where Dior and Pansy were kneeling, “You two on the other hand…” She made a tisk tisk sound at them, and chuckled as Hermione flushed with abject shame and Violet growl up at her in defiance. “Fighting in the study room, and on the very first night too, that’s very naughty of you two.” Tonks waggled a finger at them, her face relaxing into a look of mild disapproval, and the teen flopped herself down on the couch next to Melody hard enough that Hermione’s wide-eyed little sister was launched a few inches into the air, coming back down with an unhappy squeak. “Luckily for you two, I’ve got a right proper punishment in mind.”
That statement got her stomach clenching again and as Tonks’s slid a hand to grasp the base of her shaft, which started inflating again, Hermione was instantly sure she knew what the older teen had in mind by punishment.
“I think I’ll stick around actually.” Dior said suddenly as she crawled closer to their Esquire. Hermione doing a shocked double-take as she took in the blonde’s sultry grin, the braided girl waiving Pansy away, and trailing up close behind as Hermione and Violet were compelled to crawl closer to the couch by the teen’s powerful pressure, “I think I know where this is going, and I was getting hungry again anyways…” She giggled to herself, as Pansy hastily stumbled to her feet and rushed out of the room.
Dior’s reaction made Tonks snort in amusement. “You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you?” The older girl teased haughtily, tossing a free arm across Melody’s blanked covered shoulders and spreading her long legs as all three of them drew closer. It was a rather rhetorical statement Hermione thought to herself spitefully, especially in light of how the other girl had behaved already tonight.
Thinking about that behavior brought the shivering back into her frame. “Can I- can I opt out of this?” Hermione pleaded quietly as Dior crawled up beside her, rubbing their naked flanks together affectionately, and nuzzling her forward. The sudden severity of what she was about to be coerced into hit her all at once, but the lanky blonde kept pushing her gently into crawling up between the teen’s spread legs before she could freeze up.
Hermione whimpered unhappily, confused by the sudden change in the blonde’s behavior, but didn’t resist the other girls pull.
Tonks leaned back into the cushions, shooting Dior a warning glance and and gave her an almost pitying look, one that was ruined only slightly by the flush of intoxication and arousal that was spread across her bared flesh. “Well I suppose could just do my job the way I’m actually supposed to, and let you guys take your lashes tomorrow instead.” The attractive teen answered quietly, shooting Hermione a curious look.
That seemed rather…severe. She swallowed unhappily, as they knelt between the teen’s legs; spit going down hard enough that there was a moment where she was certain that the others must have heard it. Then Hermione sighed explosively leaning her head lightly onto Tonk’s thigh nervously, keenly aware of where the other two girls were settling in beside her.
It was actually a little interesting to her though, because as repulsed as she was by the action she was about to commit, Hermione still felt that ever-present flicker of curiosity that had guided her all her life tingle somewhere in the back of her mind. It was there, tugging her along even if she felt exhausted, defiled and desperately didn’t want to follow its command.
“So tired aren’t you.” Tonks cooed at her, the beautiful teen murmuring in pity, her free hand petting at Hermione’s frizzy locks like she was a puppy. “Dior’s such a meany isn’t she? Taking everything she can get and giving nothing in return.” Tonks teased Hermione softly, flicking Dior on the nose as Hermione sleepily allowed her face to nuzzle up into the hot curvy flesh that sat past the teen’s knee.
Once there, she had to resist the urge to simply fall asleep against the warmth of Tonks’s thigh. There was something about the older teen’s pressure that suddenly felt good to her, not necessarily on a physical level; more like the teen had made her core somehow in tune. It made her wish she understood the subject better, and she wished she had the strength left in her to ask, but at the moment all she could do was simply gave in to the feelings of hot water and mud that seemed to have overcome her entire body. Allowing herself to be suspended in it, finally feeling safe enough to relax as the warmth engulfed her.
Violet broke the peace, yelping in annoyance as Tonks used a burst of magic to drag the unenthusiastic redhead the rest of the way over, plopping the small girl down on her knees on the other side of Dior. Hermione gave the girl a tired glare as Dior leaned in past her view and Tonks let out a pleased groan of approval. This was all the athletic girls fault Hermione decided. If Violet hadn’t arrived, she wouldn’t be about to debase herself, and so she decided internally that it was completely reasonable to place the blame for everything that was about to follow on the other girl.
The fact that if Violet hadn’t arrived, she would have been molested by Dior and Pansy at the very best was something her sleepy mind barely remembered, and Hermione groggily decided that she would deal with her punishment now. Then she could defeat the other girl later, and then she would never be forced into this situation again, she could sort her feelings out on the punishment itself afterwards.
That drew her back to the task at hand, and as she broke her sideling glare at Violet, she turned back to see Dior shamelessly nuzzling the older teens oversized member, one hand on the ground to prop herself up, the other buried somewhere between her legs. That alone was nearly enough shock to return Hermione to her previously state of alertness, as she realized the blonde must have been furiously masturbating herself with her free hand. The thin wrist disappearing between the moaning girls own legs could simply be doing nothing else, especially if the slick sounds emanating from the junction of those slender thighs were telling her truthfully what her gaze at its current angle simply couldn’t.
Tonks moaned loudly as the masturbating blonde slid her tongue up and did her best to take the purple helmet at the top of the throbbing shaft between her lips. Dior managed the helmet and nothing else for a moment, and then the crazy blonde slammed her head down hard using her own body weight as leverage. It was a sight that widened Hermione’s eyes, as the girls braided head slid another inch and a half down, and the Esquire’s penis must have filled the entire length of the other girl’s mouth. Dior reacted to successfully getting a full mouthful by gagging hard, her chest immediately heaving and her back and legs arched and trembled wildly as the choking blonde tried to force herself down even deeper.
That sight alone made Hermione realize that there was simply no way she would be able to do anything like that with Tonks’s member. Dior might be able to wrap her lips over the helmet and take it down, but the other girl was almost a head taller than Hermione was, and she knew from recent experience that the girl’s lips and mouth were bigger that her own was.
Dior slid herself down again a little deeper the second time, heedless of her own trembling body’s reaction as her entire frame jerked and seized. If anything, the blonde seemed to be enjoying it, and when her bony hips flared open as she shook from lack of air, Hermione could finally see the slender girl’s fingers were still frantically massaging against the dripping mound between her legs.
As Hermione watched in stunned shock, long fingers intertwined in her hair and Hermione found her head pulled gently towards the angrily pulsing shaft that Dior was busy choking herself on. “T-Tonks…” She hiccupped up to the teen, eyes wide with the intimidation flashing through her body, and she started shivering again very slightly in fear as she realized what the teen wanted from her.
Unfortunately, Tonks seemed to read her reaction in exactly the opposite way Hermione had intended. “Dior, for fuck’s sake, this isn’t even supposed to be your punishment.” The teen joked, raising her eyebrow at the blonde between throaty groans, pleasure flashing across her features as Dior slammed herself down hard again, and for a second the buxom teen’s free hand twitched like she was fighting simply the urge to grab the blonde by the hair and seeing how far down she could force the eager young girl to go. “You need learn how to share you greedy little harlot.”
The fingers in Hermione’s hair were transferred to Dior’s, and in a sharp motion Tonks pulled her cock out of the girl’s throat with a loud pop. The blonde seemed to convulse for a moment, face falling hidden back into the sizable sack beneath Tonks’s shaft. What wasn’t hidden was Dior’s quivering legs slapping together around her furiously jerking hand and Hermione heard the girl choke on a moan as her freshly cleared throat gagged on thin air, and the blonde seemed to find some sort of frame-shaking pleasure in the actions.
After her trembling slowed, the blonde pulled her face away and the taller girl’s crotch and slowly turned to Hermione… and the brunette didn’t even need to ask to know the other girl was completely gone. The look on Dior’s elfin face was one of complete, mindless, lust. Empty blue eyes stared back at Hermione wildly, and her own gaze was drawn to the thick trails of spit that were dripping down the girls chin and neck, drool sliding down her heaving chest as the thin girl took her breaths in deep greedy gasps. Her own hands came up instinctively as the blonde suddenly giggled at her drunkenly and closed in. Her mind flushed with sudden fear, probably irrational now that Tonks was present, but still the fear that her treatment from earlier that night might be repeated shot through as the other girl’s panting mouth closed in.
Then Dior’s arms were wrapped around Hermione’s shoulders and she was kissing her face, and Hermione knew what the aristocratic blonde’s sudden frenzy was about instantly.
There was something about the musty sort of scent that clung to the other girls face, the taste of it on her tongue… it simply drew her mind and body in a manner that her inner voice of sanity found terrifying, an instinctual pull that was simply unyielding and irresistible. She had enough time to realize that other girl was kissing her, and that she was kissing back for some reason she couldn’t explain, and then the haze of lust that seemed to have consumed the blonde’s mind slammed into her own head and she knew only that she needed more.
Hermione was instantly addicted to it, to the sheer strength of that power that had captured her and blasted the thoughts from her mind. It blinded her so fully that the next time she opened her eyes; she found that she was somehow nose deep in the hot flesh that joined Tonks’s oversized member with her weighty sack, cheek to jowl with an angrily scowling, but also frantically licking Violet. And that she was taking deep, quick, desperate breaths that made her lungs feel heavy and her head foggy, like she was drowning in the older teen’s powerful essence.
She watched blankly as the shape-changer sternly grabbed a growling Violet with a fist in her orange tangles, noticing idly out of the corner of her eyes how Melody was red-faced and nearly hyperventilating into her hands in the crook of Tonks’s arm, while the teen pulled her sudden rival up and presented her with the head of the shaft that had been recently freed from Dior’s throat.
She stopped thinking about her little sister as Violet’s eyes clouded. The smaller girl seemed to be overcome by the sight before her, moving swiftly to try her turn at the top, blocking both the younger image of herself and the visibly panting Tonks from her view, and as they faded her brain refocused on collecting as much of the power, with its musty smell and taste, as she possibly could.
While the shape-changer gasped and moaned, Violet lapping up and down her throbbing shaft, Hermione noticed a grinning Dior pressing herself into the redhead’s former place to slobber her way drunkenly lower and lower down the young woman’s plump thigh.
Tonks seemed to understand the affect she had caused on them, Hermione’s inner voice observed quietly, but the teen was hardly apologetic if her moaned, “Whoops, guess I laid it on a little thick…” was any indication. Hermione didn’t know it, but Tonks was actually getting exactly what she had drunkenly intended to, and she grinned down at them like a wolf as she gave the cutie situated in the crook of her arm a fat kiss on the cheek, chuckling in amusement as the wide-eyed little girl squeaked and hid her blushing face in the armpit of her robe.
And so far, and probably against the odds, her hastily put together plan was working perfectly. Hermione seemed to have forgotten about her earlier trauma, Dior had been literally punishing herself, and Violet was even tolerating the presence of other girl’s long enough for all three of them to combine their efforts. And to top the night off, she was even getting halfway decent head as a reward for her drunken “genius”.
“You girls are gonna have to do better than that if you want to get me over the edge.” She teased throatily down at the three of them as she held back a muscle spasm that would have forced herself deeper into Violet’s mouth than would have been safe for the diminutive redhead. Still she reveled in the feelings of the three enthralled young girls desperately licking, and sucking all over her cock and groin, dragging her swiftly to the edge, and she had to fight against the urge to simply let go, no matter how hard she wanted to lay into them and enjoy the sensations.
She chuckled to herself as the three kneeling between her legs didn’t even react to her teasing. She had known that she had laid the compulsion on pretty thick, but her words didn’t even seem register with any of the trio between her legs, and Tonks found herself grinning down at them nostalgically as they continued their semi-focused worship of the powerful magical signature that had snared them in its web. Working in unison and building towards that moment of release that would grant them the fulfillment they were so desperate to gain.
Tonks grinned to herself as she made a realization. The entire situation reminded her an awful lot of her own first year as a student. She had come in as a right little hellion, determined to make trouble and cause chaos. She had been good bit like Violet was actually…
It had taken only until her third day before her own Esquire had finally had enough. The fifth year had dragged her by the ear into an alcove in the Astrology Spire, then proceeded to give her a hands on lesson on how to properly please a woman right then and there. Determined to show her how she was going to make up for being such a tremendous pain in the ass, and working her over until Tonks’s tongue had gone numb from the effort.
The fact that the three of them had managed to beat her best effort by two whole days wasn’t lost on the shape-shifter, and neither were their concerted efforts to bring her to climax.
They were even pretty good, all things considered. Even Hermione, who Tonks had expected to have little to no experience whatsoever, was only a little below average in her frantic attempt at technique. The frizzy brunette was laying into her shaft with lots of desperate sucking and long fast licks, the magically intoxicated Greek seemed to be trying to be as sloppy as possible to make up for her total lack of experience.
Tonks could have made her penis smaller of course, easier for the trio of cock-drunk little Firsties to handle, but there was a certain dark thrill that went through the seventeen-year old at seeing Dior and Hermione’s little heads bobbing up and down as they went kissing and slobbering all over her proportionally huge thighs, balls and the sides of her oversized shaft. She leaned back slightly into the couch as she drank it in. From there she could better enjoy the sight of Violet, the angry tiny hellion that she was, trying her best to wedge more than the first inch past her obscenely stretched little lips.
Suffice to say that the young woman was quite enjoying herself as she let them bathe her in pleasure. Then, before she could even react, Dior decided to take a risky gamble, and Tonks found herself in a sudden desperate battle to keep from exploding down Violet’s throat. The braided blonde mop had bobbed out of sight for a moment, and Tonks thought nothing of it as the girl continued licking at her inner thighs, but then she felt the sexually aggressive tween’s nose press in hard to part her plump cheeks, and a long slender tongue forced it’s way past her unprepared rosebud and it shot as deep inside as the blonde could get it.
“HOLY FUCK!” Tonks groaned in shock and pleasure, caught completely unprepared as her entire body seized up as that final irresistible wave of hot pleasure burst from her groin, she yanked a suddenly gagging Violet swiftly off her cockhead before the bucking of her hips could force it even deeper than it had already gone, and with a swift hand she was mindlessly aiming her helmet head straight at Hermione’s wide-eyed face.
The teens shout shocked Hermione back from her worship, she had noticed Dior going lower but had barely registered it as the blonde’s head nestled below her chin, but Tonks’s sudden violent jerking popped her mouth free from where she had been suckling at the side of the shaft. Before she could react the first blast caught her in mid-pant, the thick streak of glimmering silver shooting straight down into the back of her throat. Her brain misfired as she choked on the string of thick cum suddenly covering her airway, dark instincts dragged up by the older teen’s enthrallment forcing her blindly down onto the exploding cock just fast enough to catch the third blast in her mouth, the second having burst itself across her face, leaving her blinded as she shot forward and started swallowing desperately in reflex.
It was instantly more of everything she had needed during the entire session, even the first stream that she had almost inhaled had been like a splash of water to her intoxicated and overwhelmed senses, but unlike the cold slap of water this felt hot and tasted like salt and ocean. Her face burned and tingled with embers of pleasure where the spurt of semen had splashed a thick layer across it, and simply the feeling of it resting there made her senses feel fuzz and caused her groin to throb with need. Her mind shot back into reality and her weariness blew past her. Tonks’s heady musk that had ensnared her mind before tore like a veil. Leaving her awake with a throat choked with cum, a mouth stuffed half with cockhead and half absolutely stuffed with growing contents the of the third and fourth salty streams, despite her suddenly panicked swallowing.
But before she could do anything to react with her newfound clarity of mind, all the space that had been left in her mouth was finally gone. And most of the fifth blast went shooting back out her nose. She yanked herself back, snapping her mouth closed instinctively, only to be sprayed in the face again, and then again. Finally the bucking, moaning teen above her seemed to find it in herself to change her aim, and she could hear the spurts splashing against Violet’s face, if the shocked growling was anything to go by.
She sat back on her haunches and shivered hard in sheer pleasure, the sticky stuff coating her face and chest was thick, not runny like she had read it would be in the anatomy books back home. It felt hot, burning the skin it clung to with pleasure. It was the magic in it that caused the carnal heat Hermione realized, as she resisted the urge to cough out her mouthful as she gagged again, trying to swallow it all dutifully, mindful that this was still a punishment from an authority figure. She could taste the teens power in it, a flavor that she could only described as “Tonks” as it slid thickly over her tongue.
As the hot slime slid down her throat and pooled into her stomach, it suddenly came to her to connect the feeling of magical heat spreading through her abdomen with that draining, chilling feeling that had been forced onto her earlier that night.
There was a sort of slurping noise, which made her center clench hard as she realized what the sound must have come from. Someone pressed her back gently… Dior, obviously done with her dirty work had come and embraced her, the soft hands had to belong to the blonde, and she allowed herself to be laid down onto here side without a struggle.
“Sorry about this…” The other girl whispered cheekily into her ear, and she felt the other girl laying herself down alongside her. Hermione was about to ask what for, when she felt something that was absolutely not a finger slide across her tightly closed eyelid.
“Oh, for the love of God!” She groaned out loud, realizing that the other girl was licking the cum off her eyes, and then shivering hard as she remembered exactly where that tongue had been buried only a short time ago.
The blonde just chuckled in amusement at her obvious disgust, quickly moving on to the rest of her face and allowing Hermione to open her eyes and glare over at her. “Did you REALLY have to use your mouth for that?” She ground out in fresh annoyance after the taller girl had finished, no longer tired anymore, but not willing to actually do anything that might encourage Tonks to have her give a repeat performance.
Dior just swallowed the collected slime and chuckled nervously at her glare, embracing her again. She slid a finger though the thick strands of cum that had landed in her freshly messy braids, offering a bit of the pale gunk to Hermione as she flipped them both over so that she lay on top of the blonde.
That wasn’t going to cut it now. Not now that Hermione was back in her right state of mind. She remembered how the blonde had treated her when she had been alone and exhausted, and by the extremely nervous look the other girl was giving her, so did she…
And now the sandal was on the other foot, wasn’t it?
Hermione snarled angrily down at the blonde, enjoying the way the other girl’s throat worked as she swallowed hard in response, Dior’s body going limp in submission beneath her glare. “Come on, don’t be mad, I said I’d do you too-” Her pleads for mercy, and any possible retribution was cut off by Tonks.
“Alright, come on now you two, enough fighting in the bloody study hall, or didn’t you lot learn your lesson?” The teen asked teasingly, observing them coolly.
She slid herself off of the blonde and looked over at the rest of the room. Tonks was still sitting lazily on the couch; Melody sitting bunched up in the crook of the teens arm, her younger sibling was shooting everyone in the room a look that was absolutely scandalized. Violet was quietly kneeling nearby, slowly and methodically running a finger through the semen that was splattered all over her upper body and hair, suckling the digit clean and trembling every so often.
Their Esquire lorded over her handiwork for a minute, motioning for Hermione and Dior to slide back over into kneeling positions next to Violet. “Alright, you and you,” she pointed the hand over Melody’s shoulders at Dior and Violet, after they had waited for the latter to mostly cleaned herself off, “are both are going to go back to wherever it was that you were set up to sleep tonight and, you are both going to bed!” The teen huffed out warningly, standing slowly and letting her robe slide closed again, hiding her nudity.
Violet and Dior sat and stared uncertainly for a moment. “Now!” The teen snapped, flashing that deep, heavy magic again, and making both girls scramble up for the door in shock.
When they had rushed out the door, Tonks fixed her with a tired look. The buxom teen pinching the bridge of her nose at Hermione either in irritation or thought, before she seemed to reach some conclusion and swung her jug up to drain the last cup or so of alcohol in a single gulp.
“You just can’t keep yourself out of trouble can you?” The young woman asked Hermione rhetorically. “Alright, fuck it… follow me squirts.”
The pet name would normally have been humiliating, but after Dior and Violet scrambled out, she found it reassuring to be labeled something so innocent. She had been humiliated for real tonight, Pansy and Dior had seen to that already. Even just the memory of what had happened earlier made her feel so vulnerable caused the trembles to start up again, and her nails dug hard into her palms in shame, frustrated at her bodies own weakness. Tonks noticed her start to shake and raised an eyebrow, but said nothing as Hermione followed her dutifully out of the study and down the winding hallway towards the dorm.
Melody, having not been awakened before Violet had entered, blinked in confusion at her sister’s unusual behavior, before chalking it up as some-side effect of the madness that had just concluded. The nine-year old stopped and wondered about it for a moment, before taking the time to pick up her older sisters robe at some unnoticed compulsion before she rushed down the hall to catch up with them.
As she was lead down the hall, Hermione abruptly felt a swell of bile rise in her throat. It hit her that no matter how strong she felt compared to most of her peers, that even if it was just the level of power the teen had already displayed, Tonks could hurt her easily if the older girl wanted to… even with physical might alone. She was alone again, totally at the older and stringer girl’s mercy, and there was nothing she could do to stop her if the lusty teen decided that she wanted to take something more from her.
As she was realizing this, they stopped about halfway to the dorms and the teen ran a finger in a simple pattern down the stone wall. It bent, as the bathroom doorway had bent in the hallway to the baths, but revealed a small winding staircase instead of a series of stalls.
Her heart stopped as she realized they were clearly not going back to the dorms, and every terrible scenario she had thought of so far tonight came crashing back. She stood there paralyzed as Melody came around the corner with her forgotten robe; the smaller girl stopped a good ways back, peering at the scene uncertainly.
“T…” She stopped and took a deep breath, trying to stop the hitches in her breathing and calm the fear insides as the question hit her, she didn’t even want to ask for fear of the answer. “Tonks, what are you going to…” Hermione flushed with fear and shame and together they made her body tremble harder, she couldn’t even bring herself to finish the sentence.
She didn’t have to, long slender arms wrapped down around her shoulders and she felt the teen nuzzle her hair gently, the warm sticky wetness from earlier returning and causing her body to relax into the embrace. “Listen to me Hermione; I’m not taking you here to rape you, or your little sister.” The teen let her own core open and she pulled Hermione’s smaller one inside, trying to express her honesty as she pleaded with the obviously panicking girl.
“I’ll even promise you both that.” The teen reassured her frankly, with the answer to question she hadn’t even the courage to actually ask, and Hermione could feel both the promise’s affect as it took hold of them both, and its sincerity caressed her somewhere deep inside her chest.
Her legs gave out as the sudden relief shattered her as readily as any cannonball would, and Tonks grabbed hold of her before she could even start to collapse, catching her trembling body easily with only a single arm. Then the normally bubbly Esquire picked her up effortlessly, like Hermione was a pillow in her arms and not a young girl, and she motioned silently for Melody to follow her as the climbed up the short winding staircase.
“First of all, I would definitely get in a shit-ton of trouble…” the teen told her, a in an almost disbelieving tone, “even if it wasn’t school sanctioned trouble; I very much doubt the rest of the upperclassmen would look on that level of misbehavior very kindly.” The teen griped down into her sweaty frizzes soothingly as they reached the top of the staircase.
Tonks chuckled lightly and kissed at the corner of her eye as she looked up at the teen. “I asked my Esquire something similar when I was your age, and I think what she told me went something like, “you don’t snatch the younger years when you’re in your senior years, because your seniors didn’t do it to you, and that way everyone gets a fair shot at putting together fair, socially functional covens.” It would be too unfair otherwise. ”She finished softly, but with a happy lilt to her voice, clearly casting herself back to the pleasant memory.
They reached the top of the stairs and Hermione peered out into a little octagonal room with a low ceiling, dimly moonlit by a single large multi-paned window of clear glass on the far wall. The rest of the chamber’s walls were draped in dark red and purple blankets, and there seemed to be some sort of huge cushion instead of any kind of proper flooring. Her head swiveled and she saw that the dim little rooms only real contents were a little wooden cabinet built into the junction of two of the walls, and a huge pile of blankets and pillows that took up nearly the whole floor. “So why did you have me…” Again she swallowed but couldn’t finish, looking away in humiliation even as the curvy teen laid her down into a thick cashmere blanket that smelled like heaven. The feel and smell left her body relaxing so hard it felt like it was melting, as she sunk down into the blankets and padding below her at least a full foot under nothing but her own body weight, and Hermione had to resist the urge to simply burrow down and never come back up.
The teen rolled her eyes as she saw the way the bookish firstie go limp in the blankets, and she leaned down and rubbed Hermione’s nose playfully with her thumb to keep the girl awake. Melody squeaking behind her as the door to the room disappeared now that it was no longer needed. “There’s a big difference between having to blow an older student, who is authorized to give out punishments to underclassmen who are breaking rules, and between an upperclassmen or staff member doing something that is guaranteed to result in some level of sexual bond for you against your will.” The teen her lecture continued in relaxed exasperation. Sitting down herself and sinking deeply into a large pile of pillows next to where she had laid Hermione, Tonks slid her robe free and pulled the curly haired eleven-year old into her lap very gently and slowly, cautiously observing the reaction of her charge.
Immediately the Hermione stiffened at Tonks’s actions, but then she noticed a big difference in the older teen as her naked butt slid down into the junction between the older girl’s legs.
Tonks raised an eyebrow in exasperation, wrapping her arms around the bookish girls waist as Hermione twisted back to give her a questioning look. “Relax a little kid, I’m trying not to make you panic again, so of course I’m not going to have that out.” She grumbled, smirking as at the girls gasp as Melody plopped herself into Hermione’s lap totally uninvited.
Hermione let herself relax against the teen’s larger frame for what felt like hours, but she knew to be only a few minutes. She still felt safe as she let her head rest back between Tonks’s naked breasts, squeezing her little sister close in her arms. So even when the older girl withdrew the warm pressure from inside her body, Hermione felt secure in her cautious embrace. But that peaceful feeling was shattered seconds later, as they sunk deeply into the furrow made into the pile of pillows and Tonks tossed a thick blanket over all three of them. “Now Hermione,” she whispered into the frizzy brown mane cautiously, “I want you to tell me exactly what happened from the moment when I left the dorm, to when I was summoned back, and then I’m going to tell you what you did wrong tonight.” Her small frame stiffened in the teen’s arms as the older girl reached forwards to cup her chin, forcing her to turn and glance up into her deep brown eyes.
Hermione shook her head, hiding her eyes behind her frizzy brown hair. “I-I don’t want to talk…” She whimpered in protest, squeezing her little sister like she might a stuffed rabbit. “Please don’t.” The begging words tumbled out again before she could stop them, and they made her feel absolutely pathetic the moment she had finished saying them.
Tonks didn’t mock her, but also didn’t budge an inch. The stronger teen simply grabbed her, and twisted her body around further to lay spooned against her with her head in the crook of her arm, and then she forced her to look her in the eyes again. “Listen to me.” The older girl said, pulling her tight and rolling her eyes at Melody whining at being dislodged. “That’s not an option, because if you don’t let me help you with this, then you’ll never be rid of it, and you’ll have to live with this and it will gnaw at you inside. And trust me when I say that the other girls will be able to smell that, and what they did to you tonight is going to keep happen again and again because of it. And provided they don’t get sloppy and fuck it up like Dior and Pansy did, then I’m not allowed to stop what’s going to be happening to you…” The teen finished ominously, and Hermione’s hands clenched hard as she understood the teen already knew what had been done to her.
That shame made her stomach clench and she had to resist the urge to break down and start sobbing hysterically into the well-proportioned chest beneath her. “What is that even supposed to mean?” She begged into the girl’s breast, not even noticing that she was making her younger sister anxious with her constant stress. “Why can’t you help me? I thought that was your job.”
The warm pressure came back and this time she suddenly felt almost smothered between it and the older girl’s real body heat. “You’re a smart girl; didn’t you even wonder why the dorms bedding area is so small for forty-eight girls Hermione, why there are only fifteen little tents for all of you?” The teen spoke a little bitterly into her hair.
“It’s called the pecking order Hermione. That kind of shit is supposed to happen, and you’re supposed to fight each other for the top spot… for dominance. It’s just one of the consequences of having magic kid.” She ruffled Hermione’s fluffy hair soothingly. “Your core… your magic sticks you with a whole different set of rules and instincts, and those are there because we’ve always lived differently from the way the mundane live.”
The young woman sighed tiredly and leaned further back in thought. “Most of those this shit goes way deep Hermione, back further than Leng or even Atlantis, back far enough that it’s imbedded into the very Ley lines themselves, into the fabric of what gives Human’s magic.”
“Think about it. The non-magical people, they’ve always to struggle together to survive. But even a moderately powerful wizard can do that easily all on his own, and so on that base sort of level we don’t need each other or anyone else… for anything really, except making babies, and wizards don’t normally don’t form real societies.” The girl continued as something small and ray-like flew by outside the window, flapping slowly. “You hear about the wizard in his tower, or the hermit in his swamp, and sure they might get together at a summit every once and awhile, but the point is that they would never stay together because they have no reason to. Us witches have it a little easier in that regard, the covens keep us close so we can raise our kids and lure in powerful wizards to bind and make more kids with, but it’s still like putting cats in a bag Hermione.” The teen gave her a pitying look, rubbing her back calmingly. “Everyone has to fight to figure out where everyone stands.”
“The pecking order…” Hermione echoed the teen, taking in what Tonks had told her so far with a thick swallow.
The shape-shifter nodded. “That’s why Atlantis, and the other civilizations of the First Age of Men are held in such high esteem, they were led by wizards, and that’s why they’ve always been considered so historically groundbreaking. It’s why Dumbledore is so famous too, he helped figure out a system that would let us live together in the modern times… better than we’ve ever been able to before. And not just with each other but with the mundane too.” The teen finished, tilting her head meaningfully at Melody, before allowing Hermione and and her sister a moment to snuggle deeper into her embrace.
“Then why aren’t you like that? How is it that any of this works at all?” Hermione questioned softly, inhaling the scent of older girls sweat as Melody snuggled up to her, drowsiness taking over again as she gave in to the natural warmth of their shared body heat.
“It’s called your “Compulsion” Hermione, that savage voice in your head that echoes out from your magic, and its power over you gets weaker as you get older and your body and brain are less flooded with hormones. You learn to control it better too, as you fight, form bonds, make love, and practice your magic. You’ll learn to feel out what it wants and how to master it in class too.” The teen yawned, and Hermione felt the vibration in her head it as much as she heard it. “Cores… their actually pretty complex things, and there are a bunch of different types and little variations, and each one wants something different.” She trailed off quietly as both of the girls in her arms seemed to enter a deep state of relaxation.
“Point is, at your age, you need to take peoples actions with a grain of salt… not let yourself get to bothered by things.” Tonks advised idly. “I mean, you were going to get in a fight with Violet before I broke it up. Your compulsion had you ready to go at a girl you didn’t even know before today, but it’s not like you were angry with her or anything like that.”
Hermione shook her head in reply, and Tonks continued. “Remember that, how it felt to be under that sway, and remember that a lot of people’s actions at your age aren’t necessarily what they would do normally.” She finished sagely.
“So, I think I’ve answered you’re questions… so can you answer mine now?” She whispered down to Hermione, her free hand rubbing a slow trail down Hermione’s back to the swell of her little butt and up again to try and keep the girl calm.
The question still made her shiver, but now after her curiosity had been answered; her body would let her speak. “I went to study because I didn’t want to be behind the others tomorrow, and I sort of… lost track of time.” She spoke into the tuft of fluff in the teen’s armpit, not wanting the compassionate older girl to see her face. “Dior and Pansy came in, and at first I didn’t realize they wanted anything untoward. But then Pansy… it was like cold glass pressing against me, and the cold feeling made me even more tired.” She looked up, past her own frizzy bangs, to see Tonks looking back down at her. She swallowed in nervousness. “She was shaking, and fell over panting and moaning… I didn’t understand what had happened.”
Tonks’s rubbing on her back became firmer, the hand suddenly feeling hot against her skin. “She was draining your core.” The teen answered. “Leeching out your magic to feed her own. Normally girls don’t do that to other girls unless they’re fighting, because boys naturally have more magic anyway… so that they can keep their coven fed.”
Hermione sighed at the explanation, breaking eye contact to nuzzle her head back onto the teen’s naked breast tiredly. “But I’m not like that am I?”
The plump mound her head was laying on hitched as Tonks snorted. “Considering your core is the third biggest out of a group of sixty students, behind only Harry’s and Neville’s, you’ve easily got most of the boys beat.” She chuckled again as Melody started snoring lightly into her breast. “But ok, then what?”
Hermione nodded at Tonks’s assessment, having pretty much felt that much out earlier and she steeled herself to continue. “Then Dior rushed up really close and she was mocking me, then she unhooked her robe. She was naked, and I didn’t understand why she would want to be naked with me, but then she pushed me back against the chair and then was pressing against me and grabbing at my body and she wouldn’t stop kissing me. I kept begging for her to stop but she wouldn’t let me go, and she kept going further and furt-.”
The heat from her hand on her back intensified, radiating though her chest and abdomen as her breath started hitching, in response to the tears that were starting to drip freely into the crook of Tonk’s shoulder. “Then Pansy got up, and they pulled my cloak off and she twisted my arms back and they started touching me down there, and I was so tired I couldn’t get away from them, and Dior then drained me too… and when she was done…” She had to stop for a second, and swallow before she could choke out the admission. “My body was still hot from it and I didn’t want it to be, I hated it. I still hate it.” She finally spat it out unhappily.
Tonks kissed the top of her head compassionately. “You understand the reason Dior and Pansy were doing that stuff to you right?” It was a question, but the attractive Esquire’s tone made it clear that she thought Hermione could piece together the answer by herself.
“Because I’m powerful?” She asked, though her quiet sobbing, not quite able to force herself to stop and state it clearly.
She could feel the teen’s nod of affirmation against her hair. “Exactly, even as a foreigner from a mundane family, you would make an excellent asset to anyone looking to add to a coven. And Dior and Pansy are both from old wizarding families, so you can believe me when I tell you that they were thinking of it from that perspective.” The teen paused. “I don’t actually know if they meant to hurt you in the manner that they did, I would tend to think they just thought you were being a baby about getting caught in the lurch, and they were meaner than they normally would have been.” She finished her explanation cautiously.
Hermione nodded, understanding starting to dawn on her despite the tears she couldn’t stop from continuing. “They just thought I was being a baby?” She hiccupped out, the incredulity almost enough to make her laugh in spite of herself as she suddenly remembered the forceful blonde’s repeated assurance of paying her back in pleasure later.
“I thinks so squirt.” The shapely teen, who had had easily become Hermione’s favorite person so far in this hell she was being dragged through, responded to her changing emotions by her prodding warmly. “But go on, I don’t think you’ve got much left.”
She nodded in submission to the verbal nudge. “Violet showed up… and when she did she scared Pansy and Dior. They dropped me, and I was on my knees and it just all hit me at once, you know? I was feeling so dirty and humiliated, then the compulsion…” she felt out the term for the unfamiliar sensation in her mouth, “it started… talking, and I was listing to it.” She looked back up at Tonks. “It told me to hurt them, and that I needed to put them in their places for humiliating me, and for even seeing me humiliated.”
Tonks nodded in understanding. “That it does, and will continue to do until there is a proper hierarchy established among all the girls in the dorm.” She said warningly before moving on to advice. “Look Hermione, Dior and Pansy have far weaker cores than you do, and to be honest the only girl even close to yours is Violet.” Tonks seemed to think to herself for a moment. “Dior and Pansy will be easy, just pick a fight with them in the dorm don’t hold back and you’ll have them desperately eating your kitten where everyone can see it in in no time.” The shapely teen chuckled at her bad metaphor. “Violet on the other hand, she’s likely to be trickier. She’s aggressive, in very good shape physically, and trained in various forms of combat… I would build your position up first, take advantage of the fact that already being bonded leaves her out of the normal hierarchy forming, and get a few girls under your belt before you tried to top her.” The teen finished, pulling her and her sister closer as she laid further back into the pillows.
Hermione mulled over the advice, then relaxed happily as Tonks started playfully cooing into her ear before the teen went leaning down and kissed her forehead. Then Tonks grinned at her and reached her free arm out, and Hermione could hear the cabinet opening across the room.
The teen gently prodded her chin up and planted a sweet kiss across Hermione’s lips, she imagined she could taste the alluring older teens pride in her for allowing the teen to see her so vulnerable in it. “How about a little drink before bed?” The shape-shifter asked her as Hermione lay back down across the teen’s body, her taller form shifting into something distinctly less muscular and a bit plusher and even better-rounded beneath her, and her eyes fluttered in shock as the teens breasts expanded right beneath her head.
She gulped hard, knowing for certain that the older girl could hear it this time, and gave the smirking teen a modernly shocked look, not initially making the obvious connection and assuming Tonks was going to breastfeed her.
Tonks seemed to see the misjudgment in her eyes, and she shot Hermione a tired but amused grin and waggled the little glass bottle in her free hand. “A drink of mead Hermione…” She trailed off smugly, popping the cork with a hand motion and taking a big gulp. “Unless of course, you wanted to try the tap?” She probed teasingly, the arm wrapped around Hermione’s side moving up to run a finger over the erect nipple next to her head.
That made her swallow hard again, and she shook her head in refusal of the offer, though not with nearly as much certainty as she would have liked. “What kind of stuff’s that?” Hermione asked the teen, pointedly looking at Tonks’s grinning face and not her currently massive chest.
“It’s honey wine,” the teen replied, “trust me you’ll like it.”
Her arm reached up for the bottle from where she had cast it around Melody’s slumbering waist, but Tonks gave her a mischievous smile in response, she squeezed Hermione tighter and wiggled her eyebrows. Then bottle came up to the supportive teens plump lips again, and she took a deep draught, then she pulled Hermione’s upper body up and slightly forward so she could kiss her properly on the lips again.
“Open” Came the compulsion echoing across their apprentice bond, and she let her lips fall agape, The beautiful teen’s tongue following slowly as she passed Hermione several mouthful of sweet fluid and the other girl kissed her cautiously, nothing at all like the Dior’s desperate, aggressive ministrations from earlier.
‘She’s a better kisser too.’ Hermione found herself idly thinking as her body quickly melted atop Tonks’s, the alcohol in the wine and the slow sensual kiss doing the work of leaving her slumped limply across the young woman’s plush warm figure as the teen separated their mouths as gently as she had kissed her.
If she had the strength left in her to laugh she would have, having never thought she would ever be comparing the kissing talents of two girls. In that moment, she found it was a comical thought for some reason, as Tonks broke the kiss and muttered in amusement something about her being a lightweight. Then readjusted her boneless form so she was tucked back in, wrapped around the teen and her younger sister… Hermione smiled.
It was seconds later that she was plunging into the dreamlands, and for her, the night had finally ended.
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Ok, this part of the story clearly escaped its holding pen… what was supposed to be three or four pages of flashback turned into almost fifty, the longest chapter yet.
And despite the fact that the plot chapter is going to have to wait for a while longer while I hack it apart and re-write major parts of it, I’m not actually displeased by the way this turned out.
And as always, any reviews, comments or flames are welcome.
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