Guess whose back? Shady's back! So this is part two of Release. Hope you like guys like it. Let me know if I should continue.

Chapter 1

Blood dripped from the angry red lines running down his back. She pulled his butt, pleading with him to go deeper. Her frustration was growing. "Fuck me. Fuck me harder."

He said nothing. He just continued to keep his pace. It felt good to him. Who cares what she wanted. He was close. His balls tightened.

She could feel his breathes become heavier. He was going to blow any second now. She wasn't even close.

He grabbed at her breasts, squeezing with all his might. Fuck, she had gorgeous tits. He engulfed one, sucking hard. His hands moved to squeeze her firm ass.

She yelped. Fucker! She wasn't some piece of fruit. What was he doing? Testing her for ripeness? Asshole. She pushed him off. "I'm done. Fuck off."

He looked confused, "What?"

"I'm done." She picked up her clothes and started to dress.

"Well, I'm not." He approached her. "I was close." He grabbed her shirt before she could put it back on. "Just five more minutes."

She tried to snatched it back, "It's been fifteen and I'm not anywhere near close."

"Five more minutes. I'll get you there, promise."

She shook her head, "No. I don't think so." She pushed him away again.

He stalked over to her, "Well maybe if your cunt wasn't so loose. Been too busy fucking anything that moves."

She laughed at him, "Or your dick is so small that even a virgin couldn't feel it."

His face grew red. He pinned her to the wall; face forward, "Maybe I should stick it in the only tight hole you have left." He is thumb caressed her puckered hole. "I bet you'll feel it then."

She swung around and hexed him into the opposite wall, "I highly doubt that, Weasley." She looked at his still hard erection, "I can barely see it." She finished dressing and left the room.

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A couple months had past since her introduction to the fuck room. It changed her. The men in that room had changed her. No matter how she tried, nothing seemed to bring the excitement of that first day back.

She had fucked since then. Yes, she had fucked a lot. She wasn't a cheap whore. She didn't fuck just anyone. She was selective, but when the opportunity presented itself….well, she took advantage of it….but still something was missing.

Hermione stared at the ceiling of her four poster bed. She let the privacy curtains down. She didn't feel like talking to her bunk mates. This itch was eating away at her. What was wrong? What was missing?

She replayed that night so many times in her mind. That glorious night, being taken by all those men. Her fingers wandered over her breasts. Professor Snape, dark and mysterious. She pinched her nipples. Draco Malfoy, rough and demanding. Her thighs clamped together. Blaise Zambini, hot and heavy. Her hand smooth down her belly. Harry Potter, so eager to please. She rubbed the sensitive bud between her wet folds. And Remus Lupin, hard and –

She pumped furiously in and out of her too wet pussy. The visions of the men floated around her; all of them taking her in turns, then all at once. Her back arched, fingers pumping deeper. Damn her stubby fingers, she couldn't quite reach the spot. Hermione pulled her favorite dildo out of the bedside draw. Tricky Dicky, that's what George had told her it was called when she bought it.

Silently, she whispered a spell and it went to work vibrating against her slick entrance. She laid back in anticipation. She liked to be surprised when it finally penetrated her. Slowly it rubbed her folds. She moaned and mewed urging it on.

Hermione returned to squeezing her breasts. She could see Malfoy sucking hard on one while he squeezed the other. He liked teasing her to the point of begging. He always made her beg. "Please," she moaned. Tricky's vibrations went up a notch.

Zambini had her pinned against a wall now. She could feel his hot breaths against the back of her neck. His dick was sliding in and out between her thighs. He wouldn't fuck her just yet. He wanted her dripping with need. Tricky's vibration went up another notch.

Harry's tongue lapped her puckered hole, moving up higher and higher until his lips closed in around her swollen clit. He sucked gently, only stopping every now and then to give it a hard lick; letting her feel every bump of his tongue. Tricky moved faster.

Remus pushed her legs apart and grabbed her hips. He impaled in her one quick thrust. She screamed out as he thrust wildly into her. He growled and panted as she writhed in pleasure and pain. Lupin pulled her up, forcing her to ride his massive cock. His large hands grabbed her buns, controlling the speed, his eyes fixed her bouncing tits. She was close.

A dark chuckled echoed through the room. "Will there be a sequel?" Merlin, she was going cum hard. Did she remember to put up a silencing spell? She couldn't think. FUCK. FUCK. GODS. FUCK!

When the stars eventually faded and her breath returned to normal, she looked around. Everyone was still asleep. Thank Merlin. She must of remembered. She was almost asleep when she heard it…"Your welcome Hermione. And next time, I wanna watch."