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A Mother\'s Gift	By : Fenryn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 220433 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter List
- 1-A Mother's Gift
- 2-The Order Lux
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     Where could she have gone? The place where Lily Potter had been was suspiciously vacant, leaving Voldemort to wonder at his sanity. He had pointed his wand and cast the killing curse as per-usual, but instead of a green flash and a slumped body on the floor there was just the flash. Had she been disintegrated? Had his power reached such heights that a simple killing curse could vaporize a person entirely?

He decided that that was the only logical explanation, since he highly doubted the young woman capable of wandlessly disillusioning herself. The anti-apparition wards in place worked both ways, as well, so she couldn’t have apparated even if she had permission. Yep, she was most assuredly dead.

The baby in the crib didn’t seem too upset over the loss of his mother, all smiles and giggles. The green flash probably reminded him of her eyes. Voldemort didn’t really care either way, too engrossed in his newfound depths of strength. If he could disintegrate someone with a simple curse, taking over the British Isles would be a cakewalk.

He pointed his wand at the bubbling child, smiling to himself softly. All that stood in his way was this little boy, if the prophecy is to be believed. “I’m sorry about this, little Potter – but it must be done. Avada Kedavra!”

A burst of green light, flashes of red, and Voldemort was gone. All that remained was the little boy in the crib, his forehead glowing red and steaming, a small lightning bolt scar torn into the soft spot between his eyes. Harry Potter had become the Boy-Who-Lived, and Voldemort was no more.

Off in the distance, a woman screamed, rematerializing into existence. Her naked skin rippled with goosebumps and her nipples rose into the cold night air. She felt flushed and looked around wildly, unsure of what was happening. A vague memory of a child in danger poked at her conscious mind, but she couldn’t grasp it. Instead, thoughts and emotions surged forward, arousal biting at her most intimate areas.

Lily Potter ran her hands across her skin and cried out into the night, furiously bringing herself to orgasm over and over again. Her fingers ran delicious circles over her weeping pussy, every now and a again darting into the warm folds to twist and pull at her g-spot. The thumb on her clit was grinding, forcing her ass to leave the ground as waves of ecstasy surged up her body, arching her back.
Her free hand tore at her breasts violently, twisting her soft, wet skin harshly. It was when she pinched down on her nipple as hard as she could, breaking the line between pleasure and pain, that the last of her orgasms ravaged her. Then, she was quiet.
All the while, her son was similarly crying out into the night, seeking his mother’s love. She could not hear him, nor could he feel her. That was how Albus Dumbledore had found him, the poor boy wailing his head off, alone and afraid. Albus shook his head sadly, and bent down to scoop the child into his arms.
The road ahead would be difficult, but it would be necessary. Still, he reached out with his senses. There was nothing of Voldemort left in the area, nothing except his wand. The twisted bit of wood sat on the floor, it’s blackened exterior cracked and warped from the feedback.
He could guess that love was the shield, but something felt off. He didn’t taste the purity that he would’ve guessed. He tasted something different, something more savory than that.
Shaking his head, Dumbledore wasn’t about to start making assumptions. Assumptions could lead to death, at this point. He was going to have to deal with the facts. Voldemort and Lily Potter had disappeared, but little Harry was still alive. That was all that mattered, in the end.
The boy had lived, as the prophecy foretold. Now, onto the next step. The boy must go to his family.
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Sixteen-year-old Harry Potter tossed and turned in his bed, images of a woman screaming into the night flooding his brain. Her hands raked her body in intimate ways, kneading her flesh like it was the only thing in the world. It was the same dream he had every night, and he yearned to reach out and touch her weeping pussy, to taste it and consume it.
He could always feel the heat radiating from her skin, her breath caressing his lips, and her saliva dripping from her lips onto her abused tits. The two pink nipples straining into the night called to him, and he would reach out to take her – but to no avail. It was a sort of delicious torture, to be subject to such a display of wanton carnality, and to be removed from it at the same time.
Eventually he would wake up with an erection, and rivulets of semen coating his sheets in thick, sticky pools. Today was no different, and in the after-haze of his dream he’d reach down and lick up his mess carefully. It was nutritious, after all. Then he’d walk to the upstairs shower and immediately jump in when the water was warm enough. After a good forty five minutes full of the usual urination and three ejaculations later, he was ready to start the day.
Only this time, he came to find the shower occupied. Aunt Petunia was starting late today, apparently. He growled and began to pace, frustrated with his luck. Finally he couldn’t wait any longer and opened the door to the loo. For some reason no one in the house ever bothered to lock the thing.
Steam was the first thing to hit his nostrils, and he breathed in deep, absorbing the flavor of it. He could smell his aunt, too. She had yet to apply any soaps, so her full natural smell was still wafting through the air. It went straight to his cock, making it twitch in excitement.
Harry closed the door behind him and made sure to lock it, unsure as to what he was doing. It was like his instincts were screaming at him, yelling at him to mate with the mature woman in the shower. He could see the silhouette of her through the curtain, and he knew then that there was nothing he could do but take her.
The curtain came away quietly, and Harry slipped in behind the woman, her back to him. He smiled to himself softly and stepped forwards, bringing his hands up to slide them over her soft shoulders. For such a nasty woman she was quite good looking. Her daily exercise routines were paying off – now the only fat in her body apparently congregating in her ass and breasts.
Petunia melted into his touch and moaned softly, and he thought she was his. Then, all too quickly, she came to her senses, and spun around to face the naked boy before her. “What the fuck are you doing, freak?” She whispered rather loudly.
Interesting, she was more concerned about anyone seeing them than she was with him being in the shower with her.
Harry smiled and licked his lips, glancing down at his pulsing cock. “This is what I’m doing,” he pushed it up against her thigh and rubbed its dripping head against her flushed skin.
Petunia shuddered and glanced down, sizing it up. It wasn’t the biggest she’d seen, but it had a nice thickness to it. Something about it made her want to reach down and touch it, but she fought the urge. “W-we can’t, it wouldn’t be right, Harry,” she mumbled out, unaware of the use of his first name. All of her instincts were screaming at her and she didn’t know why. “It would be so, so… wrong…”
She seemed to become a bit dazed the longer she stared at it, so with what sense left in her mind, she broke her concentration and looked up into Harry’s eyes. They seemed to be on fire in her mind.
“On your knees,” said Harry, the confidence in his words eating away at her resolve. “Now.”
Petunia immediately followed the command, thankful she had sprung for the extra-large bathtub. She kept looking up at Harry, losing herself more and more in his gaze.
The green-eyed-boy was gone inside, replaced by the embodiment of sexual intent. He placed the tip of his cock on his Aunt’s lips, and stared down at the dripping slut. That’s what she was, after all, in this moment.
Nothing wrong with it, he was technically a slut too. It was at the very core of their being – all the crap that people pretend is more important had been washed away. No more civilization, no more culture, just pure, raw, sexual need.
“This is for questioning me, slave,” Harry said, as a steady flow of piss erupted from his twitching cockhead. The warm liquid flowed over his Aunt’s lips, into her mouth and down her chin. The delicious flesh of her breasts was raised and pushed together, catching the urine like a fountain, and letting it run down and drip in between her legs.
Petunia had never been interested in sexual fetishes. She was about as kinky as a dry towel. Still, when she felt the fresh yellow liquid teasing her lips, she began to lap at it like it was an oasis spring. It was exactly what she needed, and she felt a fire erupt in her. She dove onto her master’s cock, letting it clap the back of her throat – even as he continued to urinate.
Harry watched with glee as his Aunt fucked her own face with his dick, and reached down and assisted her by weaving his fingers through her hair and pushing down hard. She was gagging, but loving every minute of it, and he knew her tears were tears of irrepressible joy.
It took nearly a minute full of facefucking before his bladder was fully emptied, but Petunia was still diving at it like a thirsty animal. It pleased him immensely to have done this to her, to have made her into this… slave to her own passions – and his.
So it went, Petunia’s face being brutally assaulted with his cock. Not that she was complaining, her eyes were closed in bliss, tears of joy and fulfillment streaming down her cheeks, lost forever in the steaming spray of the shower.
“I’m gonna cum,” ground out Harry, his testicles tightening up suddenly. “Get ready, bitch,” he growled, thrusting forwards as hard as he could. The semen exploded in the back of his Aunt’s throat, and she swallowed as much as she could.
However, the amount proved too much for even Petunia, and it quickly blasted out her nose, followed shortly by her lips. Harry pulled out and pumped the rest of it out onto her face and chest, her breasts still being squished together by her hands. The wet globes served as a wonderful catch-all for Harry’s fluids, and soon she was coated in the white substance.
Petunia moaned aloud, partially gurgling it as cum spewed from between her lips. She licked it up as much as she could, but smeared the rest all over her body, sad when the shower washed it away so soon. That was when Harry stood her up and turned her around, placing his still swollen cock at her crying pussy.
“Now I’m going to knock you up, sound good to you?” he asked, sliding a wet thumb into her ass absentmindedly.
Petunia nodded fervently, moaning unintelligibly. She knew, deep down, that she couldn’t get pregnant anymore. Still, the thrill of the idea burned within her like a forbidden fire. “Please master,” she keened, “Fuck me like the little cum-slut I am!”
Harry smiled and dove into his Aunt, still fingering her asshole playfully. Her pussy was so wet it was actually noticeable, despite the ceaseless spray of the shower.
Harry couldn’t see any of that though, all he could see was the woman in his dreams, spread out in front of him. He imagined the pussy he was ramming was actually hers. Just the thought sped him up. Then his mind flickered from the mystery woman to Ginny Weasley, surrounded by all of her brothers, getting creamed all over. Then came Molly Weasley naked save for an apron, feeding Tonks a strawberry.
All of his friends reached his mind, then some of his enemies. Bellatrix, Mrs. Malfoy. When he got done with the women, he began imagining some of the boys, too, covered in semen and wanking their cocks off to him.
It was getting ridiculous, but he was ramming Petunia so hard she was screaming in ecstasy. He was sure that Vernon and Dudley could hear, and it made him want to fuck her even harder. That was when his mind settled on Hermione Granger, her large tits squeezed together and covered in her dripping saliva. She wanted him. He always knew it, but he hadn’t really considered it until now.
So, with his newfound thoughts of Hermione on her back and begging, Harry coated this inside of his Aunt with his seed, and then pulled out, covering her pussy lips and rear end. “Now for the ass,” Harry sighed, switching to the last hole and entering without much preparation other than his finger.
His Aunt didn’t seem to mind much, thrusting backwards to meet him and filling herself with his delicious cockmeat all the more quickly. He began to slap her ass hard, while pumping in and out, and it got to the point where her skin was redder than an apple. She didn’t care though, no matter how much it hurt, it felt ten times better. It was all she could do not to die of ecstasy.
Harry’s mind was elsewhere, however, burning with images of Hermione Granger’s ass. How tasty would it be, he wondered. He imagined dipping his tongue into its small pucker, lapping at it like a spigot. Filling it with his spit and then with his cock and then with his cum, and he imagined it might be nice to eat it out afterwards. Or have Ginny do it.
At the thought of Hermione’s asshole weeping cum, Harry burst into his Aunt, filling her anus, just as he had filled her pussy and stomach before. She was spurting semen from all ends, and as he let go of her she slumped to the floor of the tub with a vacant expression on her face.
She reached down and began scooping up the semen leaking from her, coating her fingers and palms and wrists, anywhere she could. Then reached up and hungrily devoured the seed from her fingers. “More,” she mumbled, reaching down to get another couple of handfuls. “More!” she shouted.
Harry stared down at the wet mess and shutoff the shower, so that the last of his seed wouldn’t go down the drain right away. Then, he pressed the head of his cock against his Aunt’s face, teasing her. It was still rock hard. “Clean it off, slave,” he said, pushing it into her cum covered lips and smiling.
She eagerly acquiesced to his request, devouring his throbbing member once more. He had never ejaculated so much in his life, and still he felt more building up in his balls. As he watched his suck on his dick like a lollipop – a lollipop covered in ass and semen – he realized the depravity of the situation was perfect.
That’s when he came for one last time, covering his Aunt in a pool of semen so thick that it stuck to her like honey. He wanked a few more pumps out onto the woman, then was suddenly struck with the urge to pee once more, and let lose upon her quivering form yet again.
She was too busy scooping up his seed and slurping it up to even notice the new fluid. He laughed slightly and turned the shower back on. “It really is a good morning,” he sighed, even as his uncle’s pounding on the door got more incessant.
“What the bloody hell is goin’ on in there?! Petunia, are you alright?” His uncle was shouting, sounding genuinely concerned for his wife.
Harry reached down and swept a small bit of cum that Petunia had missed off of the woman’s lips, and licked it off of his finger. He walked over to the door to the loo, and swung it open, naked as the day he was born.
“Petunia’s just fine, Uncle Vernon,” he said, sashaying passed the bloated man and heading down to his room. “Better than fine, actually.”
Vernon Dursley sputtered and coughed, then looked towards the shower to see his wife completely out of it. She was smiling, though, and feverishly touching herself. Vernon didn’t know what to do, so he just walked back to his bedroom for a good wank. Oddly enough, jealously never even touched Vernon’s mind, instead he was plagued with the thoughts of what it would be like to have that same sex crazed look his wife had. He wanted it, so very badly.
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The next day was Harry’s seventeenth birthday. Finally, he was no longer a minor in the eyes of the Wizarding world. Petunia was busy making breakfast, and Dudley was still sleeping in. Oddly enough, no one had spoken to Vernon since the day before – he was still locked up in his bedroom. Petunia had had to sleep with Harry, although most of the night was not spent sleeping.
She was currently hovering about the stove, completely naked, absentmindedly fingering herself every now and again while she performed the kitchen tasks. Harry hadn’t wanted to inform Dudley that his eggs – cooked by his naked mother, mind you – might’ve had anus in them. Just a bit, anyway.
The front door to his house suddenly blew open. Petunia squeaked and ran off, leaving Harry to sigh in frustration, annoyed that his perfect birthday breakfast had been interrupted. He turned to see a frazzled looking Lucius Malfoy staring him down, flanked by Bellatrix Le-Fucking-Strange. How they found his home was beyond him, but he shrugged it off and stood.
“What the hell do you want, Malfoy,” asked Harry, his eyes narrowed and hand clenched around his wand. He was seventeen now, he could use it. “Sad your Dark Lord never came back?”
Lucius glared down at him, raising his wand and snarling. “Fuck you Potter. It’s obvious to me that my Lord cannot return while you still live!”
Harry smiled and shrugged, raising his wand as well. “Well, you certainly are deluded.”
Bellatrix shouted a curse, and Harry easily deflected it, but Lucius had been smart. He fired an Avada Kedavra directly following Bellatrix’s own spell, and Harry didn’t have time to dodge. The green light sped over the few metres between the two men, and in that time he had a brief glimpse of Hermione. He would’ve liked to fuck her, just once. Then the deadly bolt of energy tore through him, and he disappeared.
Lucius looked around, confused. “What the hell?” He asked, looking to Bellatrix. “Where did he go?!”
The crazy woman shrugged.
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Many miles away, Harry materialized in the bedroom of a young girl, her bushy-haired head buried in a book. Apparently he had made no noise, because she was still blissfully unaware of his presence.
That was about to change, however. He felt heat, unfathomable depths of heat, boiling up through him. It called to him, sang songs of sensual sins to him. The very essence of hedonistic intent drowned out all the sense left in him.
“Hermione,” Harry mumbled, staggering forwards. He was naked, though he distinctly remembered being fully clothed when he had been hit by that spell. He dropped to the floor and reached out for the girl, who was just now noticing him.
Surprise and confusion twisted the girl’s beautiful features, and she cried out, falling backwards off of her bed. If he was still in his right mind, Harry might’ve found it amusing. All he could think about was the girl’s naked flesh, however. He needed to taste her.
Hermione sat up and stared at him, quickly realizing who he was. Confusion changed to worry, and she crawled over to him. Then embarrassment hit, as she took in the sight of his sweating, naked form, erection drawing near complete attention. It made her heart start to race.
“Need…” growled Harry, his hands reaching out of the young girl in her nightie. His hands softly clasped around her arms, and he felt the smooth, soft skin of her and nearly wept tears of joy.
“What is it, Harry,” Hermione whispered, concern finally overriding her embarrassment, and tried to take the boy into her arms. “What happened? What do you need?”
Harry waited until she was within inches of him, then surged forward and knocked her onto her back. His eyes were glowing bright green, a slight mist slowly rising from them. “I need you, Hermione!”
He restrained the girl and took her into a deep kiss, assaulting her lips like he had never done before. His tongue pushed into her mouth and elongated, and she nearly gagged on it as it probed her. He took in all the flavors, loving every minute of it, his saliva dripping into her mouth and making her head feel fuzzy.
“H-harry, no, we can’t do this,” she said, pushing at his much stronger form. She had successfully gotten his tongue out of her mouth, but the bewitching thing had gone to sliding down her neck and gnawing at her collarbone.
It was all she could do to focus. “Harry, please, I’m begging you! Please! What about Ron! What about Ginny!” She was trying to drag out as much sense as she could from the boy trying to make love to her.
Because that’s what he was doing, wasn’t it? Not that she hadn’t thought about being with him before – if she was going to be with a man, it would’ve been Harry. She preferred women, however. It’s why her relationship to Ron had never worked out. It’s why she was secretly dating Pansy Parkinson.
“Harry, I’m a lesbian,” she said, finally managing to push him up and in a sitting position. He looked down at her, eyes still glowing brightly, but there was no clarity there, no understanding.
Looking down, Harry tore off Hermione's clothes and ran a finger across her weeping vagina. “This beautiful cunt of yours seems to disagree,” he smiled, sliding in a digit. “But if it’ll make you feel better…” he mumbled, almost absentmindedly, and suddenly his body transformed.
Instead of a reasonably fit seventeen-year-old boy, Harry’s body began to shift and change. His skull became rounder, his lips larger and softer. Large breasts grew from his chest, and his waist squeezed in a little bit as his hips grew wider. He lifted his testicles to show a weeping vagina where his taint used to be, and he smiled breathily.
“Oh my god,” said Hermione, her eyes raking her friend’s new form. He… um… she, or whatever, was beautiful. Pale skin contrasted with her black spikey hair, and those same green eyes were burning like an emerald wildfire.
Harry smiled, and leaned down to take Hermione’s pussy into her mouth, devouring it without a word. Hermione cried out, grabbing Harry’s head and crushing it harder into her pussy, falling into ecstasy, letting all other thoughts drift away.
Harry let her mouth drift down to Hermione’s anus, and her tongue stretched out and grew, piercing the tight hole and twisting around inside of it, tasting everything. Hermione devolved into a pile of mindless moans and mewls, arching her back.
“Harry, stop, I need to pee!” she cried, trying to move away.   Harry just swung around and positioned her penis and vagina directly above Hermione’s face – her tongue never leaving the bushy-haired girl’s asshole.
With a slight squeeze, Harry started urinating from both of her pieces. The cock coated Hermione’s chest in the liquid, while the vagina filled her face.
Hermione drank it eagerly, rubbing the liquid over her chest, squeezing her tits together and pulling at their nipples painfully. It didn’t taste like your usual pee, though, she noticed. It was more flavorful, and made her head feel fuzzy.
After all that, she felt ready to release her own bladder, which Harry was more than happy to take into her mouth. Harry even went so far as to remove her tongue from the girl’s ass and switched to eating her out while drinking up.
Hermione took the opportunity to lean up and start sucking on Harry’s balls, her nose breathing in the smell of both asshole and vagina greedily. Her tongue traveled up and down, getting at every piece of genitalia she could find, and then she started to suck the cock.
She had never liked the thought of giving head, but now, it was all she could think about. She had to please her Mistress.
Harry purred, her voice having changed to a more female one. “Oh, that’s it pet, suck my cock dry,” she moaned, slobbering all over Hermione’s private area. She was still pissing as Hermione devoured her dick, and it was so much better than with her Aunt Petunia. The smells alone were amazing.
Harry had no idea what kind of musk a vagina could have after having not been washed for a day. It was a natural smell, and it was mixed with urine and anus and Harry loved it.
Suddenly, Harry felt her balls tightening, and she knew it was time. Standing up, Harry turned and stood over Hermione, working her cock and fingering her own anus as she did so.
The bushy-haired girl on the other hand was too busy rubbing the various fluids on her body deeper into her skin. It felt so warm and wet and lovely, she just couldn’t describe it. She continued to drip saliva on herself as she lay there, waiting for her Mistress to cover her in her cum.
And that’s exactly what Harry did. With a violent thrust, Harry came all over the girl at her feet, ropes and ropes of cum coating the tan skin of the bookish girl moaning like a wanton slut.
“Oh thank you, Mistress,” cried Hermione, her hands rubbing even harder now, spreading the semen across her body like lotion. It kept Harry hard, and she dropped to the floor again and pulled Hermione into a kiss, pushing their bodies flush against each other and feeling the slick sticky semen and spit covered Hermione sliding against her own naked form.
Their tongues danced and drooled more saliva onto their already liberally wet bodies, and Harry knew it was almost time. She pushed her cock in between Hermione’s legs and impaled her on it, breaking her hymen and pushing all the way back. Hermione didn’t care, though, all she could feel was the pleasure of it.
Wet and wildly sensual, it was so much it was overloading her senses. She felt the cock inside of her grow, and she knew that Harry’s shapeshifting abilities extended elsewhere as well.
She wanted desperately for Harry to grow another dick and fuck her in the ass, but she couldn’t form it into words. All she could say was, “Hnnng!”
Still, somehow Harry knew what she wanted. Without a word, a second penis grew underneath the first, and she began to pound into both Hermione’s holes violently. There was enough cum and spit between the two to work as adequate lubricant for the assault, and Hermione was in heaven. She could feel the tips of Harry’s cocks rubbing against each other through the thin layer of tissue in-between her ass and pussy.
She opened her eyes to meet Harry’s and they were now on fire with green energy, rolling off of it in shimmering waves. Her throat was also on fire with the green, and she could see rivers of energy flowing through her underneath the skin, like magical emerald veins.
Horns sprouted from Harry’s head slowly, and from her back a pair of leathery wings sprung forth. That was when Hermione knew what was going on. Truth be told, though, she didn’t much care.
Harry’s cocks kept growing, ever so slowly, always stretching her, never letting her holes settle. Hermione felt her mouth being invaded by Harry’s tongue, and it penetrated her deeply, slinking down into her throat and fucking her like another dick.
Harry’s hands squeezed and spanked her ass, constantly keeping her sliding up and down against her so that their breasts would slide over one another, nipples dancing in a cum-covered world.
Spit continued to rain down from their mingling mouths, adding to the slickness of their chests. They were a hell of a mess, but a hot one none the less. Hermione secretly wanted her parents to walk in on them doing it like this – Ron, too. It would be glorious to orgasm just as they opened the door.
Or maybe, just maybe, Ginny and Pansy could join in. A foursome, each of them slick and spit covered cum whores, all riding Harry’s cocks, drooling over each other and pissing. Maybe Ginny would let her suck on her toes, too. That’d be fun. She never told Pansy about her foot fetish. She’d die of embarrassment.
Again, as if reading Hermione’s mind, Harry grabbed her legs as she plowed her into the floor, and broke the kiss. Bringing Hermione’s feet up, Harry snaked her tongue out and stared licking the toes, devouring them as she had devoured Hermione’s lips only moments before.
It wasn’t necessarily the feeling of getting her feet licked that Hermione loved, it was the sight of someone demeaning themselves in that manner. She would’ve been more happy to do it herself, but she liked the feeling of Harry abusing her holes even more.
After cleaning off Hermione’s feet with her mouth, Harry bent down and ran her tongue over Hermione’s chest, depositing more and more saliva as she did so. Just to add to depravity of it all, Harry let her tongue wander up and down Hermione’s armpits, then brought her lips to them and started to suck on the shaved patches of skin.
It was stinky and salty, having been unwashed, but it was still delicious to Harry. Hermione would moan and mewl, grinding her hips and arching her back, raising her arms so that Harry could have better access to her pits. By now there wasn’t a spot on their bodies that wasn’t either covered in spit or semen.
Or both.
Hermione had had a few orgasms by this point, her body rocking out of control with each one. Harry was quickly approaching her own. It was building up, and she pushed as deep as she could go into her best friend, cocks swelling even larger than before.
She bit down on Hermione’s left tit, and exploded in the girl’s holes. Her massive cocks pulsed with each massive ejaculation, and when Hermione’s stomach bulged and she couldn’t hold anymore, Harry pulled out and coated both of their bodies in her seed.
That was when the frenzy began. Harry and Hermione started eating his seed off of each other, making as much a mess with their saliva as they cleaned up. Then, when there was nothing left, Hermione stared at Harry longingly. “Please, Mistress, I want more…”
Harry looked down at the girl’s slight bulge in her stomach, and nodded slowly. Lifting up Hermione, she put her mouth to her ass and told her to squeeze. Hermione did as she was told, and a steady flow of semen evacuated her bowels and into the waiting mouth of Harry, who then pulled Hermione’s head back by the hair and spat the large amount of cum into her mouth for her to swallow.
“Better, pet?” asked Harry, her eyes still on fire.
Hermione nodded, pulling her Mistress close, and smiled as she drifted off to sleep in Harry’s arms. They were still wet and sticky, and Harry spat some more onto Hermione for good measure, and watched as the liquid was absorbed into the girl’s skin.
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Hermione awoke in the warm arms of her Mistress, Harry Potter. She remember, distantly, that she had fallen asleep covered in saliva and semen, possibly even some urine. It should’ve disgusted and embarrassed her, but instead it just made her warm between her legs.
Feeling an indescribable feeling, Hermione reached down and felt something between her legs. At first she thought it was one of Harry’s cocks, but then she realized it was her own. She looked down and saw plain as day, a massive cock sticking out from where her clit normally sat.
She stroked it slowly, unsure if this was a dream. When a wave of pleasure washed over her, she started stroking it some more, and after only a few moments, she came all over her sleeping partner.
The smell of fresh semen seemed to permeate Harry’s dream state because she began to stir. Once she opened an eye and looked up at Hermione, those deep green eyes she was so used to seeing, the bushy-haired girl knew that there was no turning back from this. She was in love with Harry Potter.
“Harry,” said Hermione, her voice soft even though she just woke up. “When did you become a Succubus?” she asked, looking her Mistress up and down.
The black haired girl licked some of her friend’s cum off of her tits, and then looked up. “Um… Not sure, think it was when Lucius Malfoy hit me with an Avada Kedavra.”
Hermione stared blankly at Harry, unsure of whether to take her seriously or not. Shrugging, Hermione straddled her friend. “Fuck it, let’s just screw!”
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