It must be emphasized; This is a non-profit work. If I owned Harry Potter, much would be changed, the books would make more sense, and Harry and Luna would have been canon.
None of these things are true; I do not own Harry Potter.
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Absence does not make the heart grow fonder, but it sure heats up the blood.
-Elizabeth Ashley
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Jasmine Lily Potter liked to think she had more than simple tastes.
Life, in her inspired opinion, was a series of delicacies; to be tasted and savored. One could find the sweetest moments of joy next to the bitterest of sorrows. Of course, she herself had known more of the latter, which had left her perhaps a little jaded.
Like many of her kind, she did not let it bother her. What was the point of worrying about life's trivialities when you would exist for centuries yet?
Among the many entrees served to her in her early childhood – Some of those being emotional abuse per her relatives, an acute fear of enclosed spaces, and a deft hand for cooking – was her now-permanent condition of being a vampire.
It could be worse, of course. While she could not go out into the sun without discomfort, her senses were keener than any human could claim. While she could not partake of regular food and drink without having to later disgorge it, she now knew the delicate and rich taste of blood. While she could never take on a permanent lover – unless they too became a vampire – she now had an infinite capacity for seduction.
Seduction, in Jasmine's humble opinion, had never been sweeter since she had finally reached adulthood.
Vampires had adapted the ability to mesmerize their victims with a glance of their eyes. A person who held a vampire's gaze would find their will supplanted with the demon's own, until they were hardly more than a thrall – a shell that only existed to serve their master (or mistress).
The fangs of a vampire had several venoms to choose from. One was for killing, of course, in order to defend oneself in case of attack. There was another to turn a person, but that saw little use due to several laws around the world forbidding it save in express cases of consent (Jasmine herself was an unfortunate victim of a vampire who didn't give a fuck). Another acted as a potent aphrodisiac, causing nerves to erupt in a fierce cloud of ecstasy, and was intended to be an incentive for the victim to return to the vampire. The last, and most useful, was similar to a sedative. It left the victim's thoughts clouded, their inhibitions muddled, and their body in a hyper-relaxed state that the vampire could easily take advantage of to drink to their hearts content.
The final distinctive trait of a vampire – and the one that Jasmine most appreciated – was the fact that they looked fucking hot.
Ironic, considering vampires produced no body heat.
Jasmine had long ago come to terms with the fact that she was a deeply vain person. Why shouldn't she be? Her legs were long and toned. Like the rest of her body, they were as pale as the moon itself. Her hips and chest were curvy and supple, her arms and hands could have put sculptures to shame, and her face was fine-boned and refined. When she looked in the mirror (and what idiot said that vampires couldn't use one?), she admired the sexy quirk of her ruby lips – especially when her clever little tongue wetted them – and the porcelain fangs that glinted in the light. The glance of her emerald eyes could have put the proudest man in the world on his knees even without their mesmeric properties.
Jasmine had shamelessly admitted that if she could, she would fuck herself into oblivion if given half the chance.
Sadly, until she perfected the rune scheme to travel to another world to do it, that wasn't an option. That didn't mean there weren't other ways to release, and that she wouldn't happily walk down them with a sway in her hips.
She had taken more than one partner over the course of her adulthood, the most recent of which now knelt in front of her for the first time in months (Jasmine hated business trips), in the form of the studious Hermione Granger.
The poor girl was the unfortunate victim of her own insecurities. Since her tender days as a schoolgirl, Hermione had been shunned by her peers for her superior intellect. They had besmirched her looks, her mind, and her lack of social skills, leaving her to turn to her only solace; adults.
With the unending stream of positive reinforcement in the form of praise and attention, Hermione had developed an overly positive vision of authority, and over the years, the psychological effect of an authority figure over her had become a trigger for the girl's sense of accomplishment, euphoria, and self-worth.
Upon becoming an adult and finally allowing herself to start exploring her sexual interests, Hermione had quickly discovered that the effect persisted into her subconscious; she was devotedly submissive to her partners, deriving her greatest thrill from serving and pleasuring whatever lover she was with and being properly praised and rewarded in turn.
This, of course, led her to Jasmine, who was all-too-happy to cater to the girl's tastes. By the end of their first night of carnal delight, Hermione had experienced the full array of Jasmine's seductive delights. Within the week, the usually reserved bookworm was for all intents and purposes her devotee, and Jasmine had assumed the role of her Goddess.
Jasmine found it to be a deliciously satisfying solution to both of their problems; Hermione gained a lover capable of satiating her, and Jasmine gained a savory little bed-warmer.
The taste of her blood had sealed the deal; it was flavored like cinnamon and vanilla – the exact odor that Hermione began to scent herself with as soon as Jasmine had relayed this information to her. It was all she could do sometimes not to just nuzzle her throat just to inhale the heady aroma of her soft, yielding skin.
Jasmine circled the girl in front of her. Stripped of her outer layers, Hermione was clad in an alluring demi-bra and panty set, both colored blood red, making Jasmine's mouth water at the sight of the feast before her. Her pale skin contrasted the lingerie wonderfully, emphasizing the unblemished porcelain expanses of supple, smooth flesh.
As the girl shifted on her knees for a more comfortable position, a low, seductive purr emerged from somewhere deep inside Jasmine's chest. The movement caused the lithe muscles developed all around Hermione's physique to subtly shift themselves, making her ripple and seem all the more mouthwatering to the vampiress.
Looking into her eyes, Hermione flushed prettily, pleased that she had already aroused her benefactor's interests.
Easily capturing the brunette witch's gaze with her own, Jasmine set to work in ensnaring her mind, dazing the girl and leaving her open to Jasmine's sometimes-unpredictable whims. Jasmine intended to have her delicious little acolyte be able to pleasure her in whatever way she pleased, and to love doing it with a smile on her face.
"My little 'Mia," Jasmine crooned, "why don't you come and disrobe me?"
Hermione immediately moved, her hands reverently sliding off Jasmine's heavy black robe, revealing a grey blouse and a pair of tight blue jeans. Those articles were quickly shed, Hermione's clever fingers undoing buttons and slipping underneath seams to drag the clothing down Jasmine's body.
The vampire stepped out of the jeans and let one foot remain in the air, allowing Hermione to drag one sock off her foot. The other sock followed, and Jasmine was left clad in an erotic black baby-doll piece, the semi-translucent material allowing Hermione's eyes easy access to the simple (but miniscule) black panties and bra beneath.
Finished with Jasmine's outer layers, the girl's hands continued to wander Jasmine's body, tracing the smooth curve of her belly, down to her thighs and underneath the outer material of the lingerie.
Jasmine caught her hands, and Hermione flushed, feeling like a toddler caught slipping a forbidden sweet. Jasmine, still influencing the girl's thoughts, subtly encouraged future notions of indulgence.
It wouldn't do to make her lover's totally submissive to her. That would take away the fun.
Besides, now she could dole out a proper punishment for the lustful discrepancy. As her fingers stroked over Hermione's knuckles, Jasmine pulled her closer whilst backing towards the bed, until her knees met resistance and she pulled Hermione onto her lap.
The girl melted into Jasmine's clutches, mewling as Jasmine's hands picked up where Hermine had left off by running all along the girl's skin, tracing random patterns and teasing her mercilessly by running along the undersides of her breasts and down the indent where her thighs met her torso.
"Mia, you can't just touch me without permission; you know that," Jasmine's voice whispered darkly into her ear. Hermione ducked her head, intense shame blooming in her stomach for her infraction.
"You'll just have to be punished, no?" Hermione nodded minutely into Jasmine's neck, and Jasmine smiled wickedly down at her.
"Get on your knees in front of me, at the end of the bed," she ordered.
Hermione reluctantly pried herself away from the vampiress, slinking towards the end of the mattress where she rested on her knees. "Now," Jasmine's voice drawled out, "You will not move. Not an inch. Not to touch yourself, or me; understood?"
Hermione nodded rapidly, her eyes growing bright as she forcibly stilled herself; the only movement she allowed herself was the rise and fall of her chest and the blinking of her eyes, which were once again locked onto Jasmine.
A sultry smirk traced itself onto Jasmine's lips as she made herself comfortable at the head of the bed, leaning her back up against the headrest. Hermione stifled a sigh as Jasmine pulled her baby-doll up and over her head, Jasmine's long, unbraided hair settling down along the front of her chest and covering her collarbone with a line of ebony.
She began to trace her long, pale fingers along her body, leaving a visible trail of goosebumps as the light touch sent sparks of excitement through her skin. Her touch slid from her belly up and over her hidden breasts, pressing down slightly to emphasize the perkiness of the milky flesh. It made its way back down along her side and down her thigh, before moving up the inside of her thighs and settling on the dark strip of cloth concealing her inviting core.
As her fingers slipped underneath the fabric to caress her heated, moist skin, Jasmine detected the first hints of musky arousal from Hermione. She dug her fingers into her cleft, immediately taking two to the second knuckle as she imagined the frustration that her poor lover must be going through.
Jasmine did not hold back her sounds of delight. Wicked cries and moans emanated from her throat as she slicked her fingers on her arousal, rubbing her velvety inner flesh and imagining Hermione writhing below her as she drove the brunette to the heights of ecstasy.
Opening her eyes from where they had closed in her moment of gratification, Jasmine felt a stab of pity lance her as she saw the frustrated tears running down Hermione's cheeks. The warm feeling of pride that joined it when she realized that the girl had followed her instructions to the letter and not moved convinced her to have mercy on her.
With a sigh, Jasmine removed her fingers, now slick and glossy with evidence of her arousal, from her now-darker, essence-soaked panties and crossed over to where Hermione still knelt.
She let her eyes warm, conveying her pride to the submissive intellectual. Hermione's eyes, glassy and red from the involuntary tears that had filled them, lit up with joy and accomplishment.
"Mia," Jasmine crooned softly, "I think you've served your punishment. Now you get to have a reward for being such a good girl."
Hermione nodded rapidly, eyeing Jasmine's slick fingers hungrily. Giggling, Jasmine offered them to the brunette, but pulled away when she lunged forward to take them in her mouth.
Grinning deviously at the obvious outrage in Hermione's eyes, Jasmine once again tried to yank her hand away from her, but found herself tackled onto her back while her wrist was forcefully dragged up to Hermione's hungry mouth.
Jasmine hooked her fingers, exploring the contours of Hermione's teeth, before moving to play hide-and-seek with Hermione's eager tongue. With one hand occupied, Jasmine let her other move undetected underneath Hermione's arm and around her back, where it easily unclipped the red bra that hid Hermione's voluptuous mounds of flesh from Jasmine's gaze.
Taking her now-clean fingers away from her lover, Jasmine cupped each of Hermione's breasts in her hands, the perky, pale flesh filling her grasp as her thumbs traced around the soft areola. Hermione gasped wantonly as Jasmine gave her a healthy squeeze, experimenting with the springy young flesh.
She let her eyes close as Jasmine lowered her head to take a rosy pink nipple between her lips, her tongue peeking out to tease the very tip of the erect point. The touch sent electric lances down Hermione's spine as she moaned a moan that sent a wave of addictive heat racing through Jasmine's core.
Both girls became aware of the heavy musk that permeated the area, coming from both of their hidden cores as arousal began to pool there. Jasmine began to delicately suck on her pink prize, teasing with her clever little tongue and occasionally nipping the sensitive bud. Hermione had degraded into a mess of heavy panting interlaced with breathless gasps whenever she felt teeth impact against the erogenous zone. Her own hands aimlessly clutched as the smooth expanse of skin on Jasmine's back.
As Jasmine pulled away, she blew a long stream of cool air onto the nipple she left, causing a violent shiver to wrack Hermione's form, before she moved on to the next one. Her right hand came up to begin twisting and pinching the now-neglected peak, while the other reached up to gather Hermione's long, wild locks.
Having captured enough of the luscious strands of hair, Jasmine pulled, tilting Hermione's head back and exposing her long, pale throat to Jasmine's gaze. Another visible shiver swept through Hermione as her vulnerable neck was lain bare to the vampiress.
Jasmine abandoned the now-diamond-hard nipple and moved her lips up along the sinuous column of flesh, letting her soft tongue sweep over the pale skin.
"Please!" Hermione gasped, her eyes flickering as she felt the first touch of Jasmine's ivory fangs against her throat. Jasmine dragged the needle sharp teeth up along the length of Hermione's jugular vein, feeling the frantic pulse of life within; a low-hanging fruit just waiting to be plucked from the tree.
She smirked as she withdrew her teeth, lifting Hermione's unresisting body up and laying her against the headrest of the bed, propping her up against the many pillows there as she had sat pleasuring herself earlier.
Hermione whined when she realized she was being denied the vampiress' bite. The numbing, addictive sting of the seductress' feeding never failed to deliver her into bliss. Jasmine cooed at her, mentally promising the girl that she would have her wish before the night was finished.
As it was, she lowered her face until it was level with Hermione's naval, her nose parallel with the soaked piece of cloth covering Hermione's pulsing sex. She lowered her head further, nuzzling the damp fabric lovingly, making Hermione mewl impatiently.
In response, Jasmine continued to nudge her face insistently into Hermione's center, soon leaving her face shining with a thin sheen of pungent arousal as she rubbed her cheek up and down. Hermione's heady musk clung to her, filling her nostrils and making Jasmine's blood pump even harder through her veins.
Finally deciding to appease her lover, Jasmine bit down on the red panties, pulling them down Hermione's legs by her teeth and revealing the glistening pink prize beneath. As she returned to the smooth mound, Jasmine pulled Hermione's legs over her shoulders, leaving her head surrounded by the girl's thighs as she breathed in the potent aroma of Hermione's sex.
Hermione sighed when she felt the first nudge of Jasmine's nose against her dewy lower lips. As the vampiress' long, talented tongue began to caress her, the gentle sighs turned into low moans, building into pitched cries as Jasmine burrowed between the swollen lips into her heated core. Jasmine's tongue stroked her velvety inner walls with devoted abandon, determinedly pushing Hermione deeper and deeper into a bliss-ridden mindscape of debauched release.
Jasmine hummed happily when she felt the press of Hermione's thighs against the sides of her head. She felt the girl quiver under the predatory lash of her tongue; heard her cry to the cadence set by the flicking of the flexible muscle; tasted the syrupy sweet flavor of her arousal.
Jasmine hastened her ministrations as she felt the warm flesh begin to flutter and clench around her wandering tongue, digging deeper into the wet cavern and searching for the rough spot that would speed Hermione to rapture. Her fingers, which had thus far been gripping Hermione's waist to prevent her from bucking into her face, detached themselves and began to add their efforts to Jasmine's tongue, one hand going under her jaw to slip two fingers into Hermione's core while the other began to pinch and massage the bundle of nerves that had been rubbed thus far by her nose.
Hermione's head tipped back; Jasmine's accelerated pleasuring becoming too much for her to cope with as she sobbed with pleasure, begging the ebon-haired girl for more while unbearable shocks of fire crippled her ability to think and turned her body against her. Jasmine played her like a violin, having more control over Hermione's limbs than she herself did. Her fingers tangled themselves in her raven tresses as one of her legs wrapped itself totally around Jasmine's neck, the other pressing itself totally against Jasmine's pale, smooth back. Her hands and feet alternated between clenching uncontrollably and opening as wide as they could, leaving large gaps between her fingers and toes as she tried to find something to anchor her to reality and give her relief from the addictive gratification she experienced.
Suddenly, Hermione stilled totally, her mind going utterly blank for a millisecond as Jasmine's tongue finally located the rough patch of nerves hidden within her fleshy center. Her breath stopped in her chest, her eyes widening to reveal her dilated pupils as they stared off into nothing and everything at once. She was immortal. Ultimately powerful; enlightened to the greatest truths of the universe and at once entirely convinced that the single most important destiny within the whole of eternity had come to pass in that singular moment.
Her moment of total completeness passed, and she screamed as her release crashed over her, convulsing her and making her mind go white and fuzzy as a haze of pleasure sent thrills of ecstasy arching throughout her being. Jasmine smiled and lapped at the flowing essence that soaked her cheeks, marveling at the lovely smoothness of Hermione's hot, wet flesh as she prolonged the girl's orgasm to the best of her ability.
She found the warm liquid to be especially delicious; won through dogged effort and as relentlessly sweet as nectar. As her lover finally went limp, temporarily exhausted from her orgasm, Jasmine finally pulled away from the heated treat, crawling back up Hermione's prone body to lay on her belly, chest to chest with the girl. Jasmine's hands tilted Hermione's head forward so that she could pull the girl into a passionate kiss, tangling their tongues and letting the brunette taste her own essence.
Hermione was nearly insensate from the deluge of sensations that overwhelmed her, but as she felt the intoxicating taste of Jasmine's perfect ruby-red lips, her mind fixated on the flavor of her saliva and her own cum, crushing her lips to the vampiress' and wrapping her trembling limbs around the green-eyed girl.
Her fevered passion awakened a new thirst within Jasmine that the alluring taste of Hermione's translucent honey had not been able to quench, and Jasmine – with much mental effort – wrenched her lips away from Hermione's, throwing herself away from the brunette so that she could quickly shuck her pitch-black bra and pull her panties down her long, pale legs.
Suitably disrobed, Jasmine turned her hungry gaze to Hermione, who had been drinking in Jasmine's perfect, naked form with bright, worshipful eyes. Jasmine's body was sinuous and lean; the body of a predator. While over the years, she had sustained several injuries, the scars had steadily healed with her more advanced vampiric healing until not a single blemish existed, leaving smooth, silvery expanses of mouthwatering skin. Her breasts, while not large, would easily fill one's hand, were capped with alluring red nipples, and were firm and perky. Her collarbone was well-defined, and there was not a trace of hair to be found on her body.
Hermione's eyes, however, were fixated between her thighs, where the vampiress' dripping core wept and pulsed from arousal. Jasmine smirked, her eyes nearly turned from emeralds to onyxes as she parted her lower lips with a single, elegant finger, revealing the pink, throbbing flesh within.
Hermione licked her lips, and in her eagerness began to draw closer to Jasmine.
Jasmine's smirk turned predatory, and she launched herself into the air, pouncing on Hermione and trapping her below her own body. They rolled from the force of her leap, and after a brief tangle of limbs Hermione was left on her hands and knees with Jasmine firmly above her, their bodies molded together like a pair of sister spoons.
"Jasmine, Jasmine. Please!" Hermione begged from below as Jasmine once again traced her lips over Hermione's frantically beating pulse, feeling again the temptation to pluck the heavenly fruit beckoning to her. The black-haired girl reached down and captured one of Hermione's hands, causing the other to buckle under their combined weights so that the brunette was supported by her remaining elbow. She dragged both of their hands between Hermione's legs and, entwining their fingers, dug them into the cleft of Hermione's core.
In the same moment that Hermione cried out in delight, Jasmine clamped her fangs down onto the joining of her shoulder and neck, taking long, languid gulps of the hot blood passing by her lips as Hermione squirmed below her. Their hands moved together, frantically trying to loaf pleasure onto the thrashing girl as her lifeblood drained out of her.
Jasmine reveled in the taste of cinnamon and vanilla that ran over her tongue. Occasionally, she would hold a mouthful of the hot liquid, allowing it to roll over her taste buds so she could savor the flavor that was distinctly Hermione.
Hermione's body suddenly jerked as her back arched upwards, her voice rising into a delirious series of screams and sobs as she released around her and Jasmine's probing fingers, regarding Jasmine's drinking with careless abandon.
Jasmine however quickly noted the weakening of her limbs and the way she suddenly went entirely limp as her orgasm wound down, and made to pull away from Hermione's neck, fully sated. Her intentions were halted by Hermione's hand, coated in her own clear essence, tangling itself in her hair, holding her against her neck and preventing her from disengaging from her drinking. The brunette held her there with surprising strength, even as she began to tremble from the loss of so much of her precious lifeblood.
Their eyes met, and Jasmine noted the look of zealous fervor reflected in Hermione's eyes.
Fortunately for Hermione, she soon became too weak to hold Jasmine down, and she withdrew her fangs from Hermione's flesh, licking the perfectly circular wounds and allowing a small pulse of magic to seal them, leaving four silver scars behind.
Hermione fully collapsed, her body shivering as she twisted to wrap herself around Jasmine, seeking any warmth she could muster to banish the sudden chill that had taken her.
"Jas', Jas'," the brunette whispered breathily, "You should have drank the rest. I know you love my blood."
Her voice had become a slur, her eyes dazed as she tried to focus on Jasmine. The vampiress compassionately pulled one of the heavy blankets over them both, noting with satisfaction the way Hermione purred in delight.
"I love your blood, 'Mia, but I can't have later on if I drain you now, can I?" Jasmine whispered into her lover's ear. She gently arranged Hermione's pliable limbs around her, loving the docile submissiveness that Hermione was displaying. Without fail, Hermione was always left with as little fight as a newborn kitten after being drunk from.
"You should know that what you did was very naughty, 'Mia; trying to make me take everything you have to give. If I had done that, I wouldn't have anyone to serve me in the future," Jasmine chided in a seductive drawl right into Hermione's ear. The brunette shook her head fiercely.
"You could find someone else," Hermione slurred, her eyes going in and out of focus, "I'm not the only one who can give you what you want. Everything I have to give is yours, Jas'."
Jasmine licked the shell of Hermione's ear, eliciting a shiver of delight from the girl. "Ah, 'Mia, none of them are like you. If I found someone else, they'd be different. You're too desirous a pet to just waste like that."
"But-" Hermione tried to protest, but Jasmine hushed her, swiping her tongue one last time against her throat.
"No buts, Hermione. Sleep. You need your rest for tomorrow," Jasmine said, finally letting the exhaustion of the day set in.
Any more fight Hermione had was banished by the light rise and fall of Jasmine's chest against her sweaty back. Only taking a moment to swipe a long, damp lock of hair from her face, Hermione finally snuggled herself against her lover and settled into a blissfully satisfied slumber.
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Well, after the astonishing response to Somnium Vitis, I just had to keep going, didn't I? To be honest, this should have been out weeks ago, but I've recently been struck with an unrelenting series of severe headaches (which are apparently not migraines. Until this point I'd been convinced a migraine was just a particularly bad headache).
At any rate, I have four chapters planned for Jasmine here for this story, although I might have to use her character in the future. It must go without saying that she's been fun to write.
As a side-note, I chose Jasmine as the name for Fem!Harry because I am a fan of 'A Long Journey Home,' by Rakeesh. Excellent story to read.
Fare you well, all my readers, and have a merry afterglow.
-Valasania the Pale