Show me how to side chapters. | By : Sherlocked1971 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 12234 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Expect anything in these chapters. Read chapter 8 first.
Hermione paced up and down the sumptuous decorated suite, she agreed to meet at their usual spot. The owner of the hotel would meet her here, the room reserved for them. Their secret rendezvous spot. Every week or so they'd meet here, having lunch, talk or... Yes well, it was Hermione's secret. Ron was a whooz, he had provided semen for their children and the good Weasley name as part of the Golden Trio, divorcing him wasn't in the books. Hermione wouldn't even contemplate it. She had him wrapped around her slender fingers. He was her little slave, when she needed cock he would provide it. She hadn't much need for cock, the person she was seeing made sure she needed it as little as possible. Sometimes she had to humour her slave, fucking him was his reward. She commanded, he obeyed willingly, very much so. Now both children had left the nest they could play out their game. Ron had tried to be an auror, failing miserably he wasn't cut out to lead, he whined as he had always done. Harry had to let him go, it had pained the war hero.
Hermione sat on the armrest of the chair. Her blood red painted long nails ticking impatiently against the wood.
The door opened, catching her attention, her breath hitched in her throat, oh gods....
A head with blonde hair peeked around the door, long strands of blonde hair, immaculately coiffed, not a hair wrong.
"You called!" The woman's voice said sternly. Sizing up Hermione, as she was clad in black underwear and suspenders. Her soft brown eyes, heavily accentuated with smoky eyeshadow, deep charcoal lines. Her lips blood red, five inch heels under her netted stockings.
Astoria glanced at her approvingly as she dropped her long white sable fur coat. Astoria was clad in a burgundy red typical upper-class witch dress. Silk pencil skirt ending on her knee, deep slit up to her thigh, form-hugging bustier ending above her breasts, lace covering her arms and shoulders, held together with a ribbon at her neck. Blood red nails and mouth, same as Hermione.
The woman oozed breeding, austerity, and her composure cool almost rigid. Hermione recognised where Scorpius had inherited his sense of class and pedigree. Astoria and she'd met whilst attending one of their mutual social fundraisers. They'd talked about their spineless husbands and found a common attraction, strong woman. They had been very discreet; they had been so for the past ten years.
"Mistress Weasley would you please move yourself over here? You may kiss me!" Astoria commanded the auburn haired woman.
Hermione sauntered over, grabbing the clasps of her bra, releasing her tits from its confinement. Astoria liked to watch her tits bounce, her clear blue eyes turned into dark pools of water. Hermione could happily drown in them.
She reached Astoria and kissed her on her lips, Astoria opened her lips and let Hermione swirl her tongue inside her mouth. Astoria groaned as she felt the woman's soft lips on hers. There was nothing better than a woman kissing her, soft warm, velvety. She didn't care for a man's rough stubble. Yuck, she hated it to no extent. She hated cocks, always done so. She couldn't for the life of her imagine why woman thought they were beautiful. Just think about it, a long stick with some kind of knob on top, veins running along it. The knob purple, nauseating, pre-cum, leaving her with some god-awful taste, Astoria shuddered remembering it like it was yesterday. When in fact she hadn't let Draco, come near her just the one time, to impregnate her with Scorpius, she had been so lucky, god's it had only taken once for him to fill her with his dirty sticky semen. She hadn't never allowed him near her again; she'd employed girls to satisfy his needs. She had them live in their house, Draco it seemed needed to be relieved at least several times a day, it was his goal in life, unloading his junk. It was fine by her, she ran the Malfoy Corporation alongside her beautiful boy.
He was the only male she could stand, her pride and joy. She even had to indulge his father’s presence; luckily, Lucius was still beautiful so she tolerated him up to some level. At least he didn't touch her.
Back to the woman in hand, literally. Hermione was kissing her lightly on her lips, as she pulled her closer, Astoria let her hand ghost the beautiful woman’s breasts, rubbing her still flat tummy, snaking her way down her bare cunt, pulling her lips aside, inserting her finger. Hermione moaned as she moved her finger inside her moistness. "Oh, fuck, Lady Malfoy that feels so good.... You won't believe what the last couple of days have been like?" She moaned again as Astoria hit a particular sweet spot.
Astoria smirked deviously. "Sssshh, honey let's fuck first then talk!"
Hermione agreed, "Yes, let's fuck first!" Astoria pushed against the chair, she lazily went down, nipping, kissing sucking Hermione's skin.
Her hair stood up as she felt the sensual lips of the dainty blonde pleasuring her. God's the woman was brilliant with her lips, if Scorpius was anything like this she couldn't disagree with Rose, how could she, not when... "Oh! Fuck yesssss!" Astoria had reached her throbbing clit; Hermione swung her leg over the blonde’s shoulder, allowing her a better angle to work from. Astoria eagerly licked, no sucked her moist lips. Her tongue moving up and down her slit before penetrating Hermione's dark pink intimate place. Astoria loved her cream, Hermione knew that, she always drank and ate her out in a sensual caring manner.
A pureblood going down on a Mudblood, how forbidden but exhilarating could it be, Hermione was such a delectable, lady. Smart, powerful, she commanded at least twenty men and they had to obey her. Scorpius had let on he liked the Weasley girl. Astoria was sure Hermione wanted to discuss it, but if Rose tasted anything like her mother than she couldn't argue with his choice.
Astoria looked up to the auburn haired woman, she was a sight to behold when she came above her, they would switch when she was done, returning the favour, they'd have a fun afternoon, Astoria had cancelled her appointments cleared her schedule, Scorpius would take care of it, he was more than capable. A strong willed male, Hermione's daughter wouldn't know what hit her.
Astoria once again turned her attention back to her lady lover, French kissing the woman’s cunt, lapping, taking in juices, inserting a finger, hitting a deeper spongy membrane, making Hermione come hard so she would release her more precious fluids. Mmmmmmm, so nice, as the woman thrashed, fisting her hair.
"Oh, gooooooods, Astoria yessss!!!" Hermione nearly fainted as she spluttered her come all over Astoria's face, she squirted every time Astoria gave her head, and it was so addictive.
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