Tom didn't say anything. He had already plucked the image from her mind when they had made eye contact.
Giving her a small nod, Tom finally, finally turned his attention to the area that was the root cause of his current dilemma.
The instant he saw her, Tom tried not to stare very hard.
The mudblood had apparently removed the tuft of her hair down there, which allowed Tom to see everything without the minor hindrance.
He had to grudgingly admit that she looked…
She was a pleasant surprise, for the lack of a better term.
With the hood of her pink clit peeking between her smooth folds, and with her entrance looking too narrow and pink, and tight…
Mentally, he started muttering oaths and curses for easily getting distracted, and by a mudblood no less, which was absolutely unacceptable. He didn't usually allow such things to bother him when treating female patients, (well, he hadn't been in the profession that long. This was the first time to see a woman opening her thighs for him without the intent of having sexual intercourse.)
The mudblood looked so enticing that it was enough to make Tom's mouth go dry and cause a stirring in his loins. Seeing her like that, with her creamy white legs spread wide for him and with that beautiful cunt of hers just right there, made Tom want to lick his lips while something explicitly carnal shot through him.
Meanwhile, Hermione felt uncomfortable for having a man staring at her down there, and with such an intense gaze which made Hermione want to either close her thighs or rubbed them together.
Silently, she was telling herself to calm down, and pretend that there wasn't a handsome man currently examining her lady parts, that Mr. Riddle was only doing his job.
It didn't help at all.
There was still a handsome man staring at her lady parts.
"I'll be starting now, Miss Granger. I'll be prepping you first with a cleansing spell on your outer….folds." Tom explained, looking up at her.
When he saw her nod, he instantly set to work, pointing his wand and non-verbally cast a spell to clean her thoroughly.
The pink jet of light that came from his wand hit her directly at the centre.
At once, Hermione's thighs tensed as she felt something zing into her, making her grip the bed cover so tightly while a surprised gasp was wrenched from her lips. A crackle, like akin to a static of electricity began to travel up and down her womanhood.
Tom nearly watched in equal parts fascination and dismay as the mudblood's outer folds began to unfurl, resembling that of a flower, opening further apart just as her clit began to swell and darken in colour; her hood flushing and protruding prominently between her inner folds, which could only mean that the girl was getting aroused from the spell that he had cast.
There was an answering stirring in Tom's groin; a telltale sign that some part of Tom was very interested in this part of the mudblood, like the thought of burying himself into her tight warmth repeatedly.
"What kind of spell was that?!" The mudblood demanded, flushing and inhaling sharply. The bed cover had fallen to pool at her hips,
"Did I not explained it to you not a moment ago that I will be placing a cleansing spell on you?" Tom asked, though he was mentally cursing himself for using an advanced spell.
That spell was only for cleaning when Healers were about to undergo an operation. It wasn't meant to be used in an area of the body that was certainly too sensitive, especially when it involved jolts of controlled and small burst of lightening to incinerate bad bacteria.
It was a painless spell, yet it did generate some sensations that most find good, and to some pleasurable.
The spell was still running its electrical course around the girl's sex.
Hermione's insides quivered and she felt a new sensation that was close to anticipation coiling deep within her gut. She started squirming and panting. She felt her nipples hardened into tight peaks beneath her bra and sensed the cool wind brushing against her entrance which was increasingly becoming moist; to Hermione's utter humiliation.
The electrical jolts were travelling around and around, up and down most of her nether region, not missing any places, and more concentrated at her clitoris that she felt like she was about to -
"Make it stop…I'm feeling…something weird." Hermione whimpered,
"Just a few seconds more, Miss Granger. It is almost done." Tom replied in a tight voice, and he was glad that the girl was immersed in her own thoughts.
Using a summoning spell, he murmured: "Accio Tampon!" and managed to get the foreign object out from inside the mudblood. The object slid out of her and into his fingers. The moment he had it in his fingers, he banished it, only to discover soon enough that there was another one inside her.
"Seriously, what are these things? Why do you have them in there?" he said in frustration, before adding quickly. "On second thought, don't answer that."
"Well - ah, um - that is -" Hermione was struggling to explain herself, getting even more embarrassed than she already was. "Those are what muggles called tampons. They help women by absorbing the blood flow during their menstrual periods."
"And somehow you had managed to forget about getting rid of them? Based on my years as a healer, you are not supposed to leave foreign objects inside you for too long, which would be equally unhygienic and could attract possible negative elements that would in turn cause other ailments, which in your case, blood poisoning."
"Yes, I know that...I had been so busy with studying for the N.E. exams, and other important things, that I might have...let it slip past my memory," was Hermione's lame excuse.
Mr. Riddle didn't look amuse at her poor explanation. He proceeded on removing the other 'tampon', as the girl would like to call it. The object came out just like the last, when it landed on his hand also.
However, this time Hermione noticed that there was something missing in it. She managed to catch a glimpse of the blood-soaked tampon before Mr. Riddle banished it from existence.
The tampon had no string attached to it.
She decided not to say anything about it and made a mental note to remove it herself later once she was alone.
"Ms. Granger, I would require you to remain in the hospital wing for the rest of the night. You need to be closely monitored until I'm still certain that the blood poisoning hadn't affected other parts of your organs."
"Alright."
Just when he was about to leave her there, Tom noticed that there was something odd in her facial expression. Something else appeared to be bothering her.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing. I'm fine," she answered briskly. "Thank you for going the extra mile for having to remove my errr…"
"Wait a minute. Just tell me what is wrong. I'm a healer. It falls under my jurisdiction to make sure you walk out of this infirmary perfectly well."
"Umm...you see, Mr. Tom. I believe one of the string of the tampon is still inside of me."
He liked the sound of his name rolling out of her tongue. It was probably caused by a residual effect from before, but his cock could not help but jump in excitement. It was a good thing that the girl was not able to look at him properly, or else she might have caught the hard evidence straining inside his trousers.
"Nonsense. I shall help you remove it while I am still here. Now, please position yourself like before and I shall take the string out." Mr. Riddle said adamantly. He was not having it any other way. Hermione opened her mouth to try and protest, but he beat her to it.
"Ms. Granger, must I repeat myself to you?" He asked in a severe tone as he raised a brow at her.
The girl instantly clamped her mouth shut and finally relented.
Tom went back to position. He tried to summon the piece of string, but nothing happened. He tried to do it once more, but with no result still. It seemed he would have to remove it manually. So he told her.
"I- Is this really necessary? I mean, I can really just wait until I get my wand back-" The girl said in a panicky voice.
"No, it has to be done now. You don't want your condition to get worse, do you?" he asked her pointedly.
"No," came her weak answer.
"Good, now let me do my job."
He started by dispelling the previous magical gloves and cleansed his hands once more, and cast another pair of gloves over his hands.
"Alright Ms. Granger, I am just going to let you know that I am going to start the procedure. I want you to relax and do as I tell you."
The girl could only nod. His eyes stayed on her for a few seconds, before he finally proceeded.
Tom began by placing his fingers gently on her folds, causing a sharp intake of breath from the girl. He paused for a moment, allowing her to settle in with his touch, before his fingers slowly parted her.
Bit by bit, the entirety of her clitoris, her labia and the entrance to her womb, were revealed to froze when he noticed a crescent-shape membrane at the girl's entrance, though it was thin, but it was enough for Tom to realize that the girl was still a virgin.
"This might feel uncomfortable, Miss Granger." He warned, knowing that if he as much as stretch her too much with his fingers, her hymen was going to tear without a doubt. Just the prospect of being the first to take her virginity made him feel…conflicted.
"Oh ok…" He heard her say in a strangled voice. Tom looked up and saw her staring at him with a blush on her cheeks. The mudblood was also biting her lower lip and her hands clenching around the bed covers.
She looked so enticing in that moment that he couldn't stop it when a rush of blood went straight into his cock.
Suddenly, Tom had a trouble breathing.
He had to be careful in searching for the string. The only way to do that was stretched her first and carefully insert his digit above her hymen.
He used his index finger to carefully probed her opening, allowing the tip of it to sink into her welcoming warmth. Tom felt the girl tensed. He heard her audible gasp, and her walls fluttering around his digit. Pushing in the rest might be a slightly challenging task. The girl was incredibly tight.
Hermione could actually feel the heat of his fingers as he slipped them inside her. Although she was used to inserting tampons into her vagina, but it was not used to a man's digit slowly slipping inside her. Hermione's thighs quivered, her heart beat faster while she looked away in order to calm herself by focusing on something else.
After struggling for a while, Tom decided to use a lubricant spell to make the process easier. "Faire glissante," he muttered wandlessly, his hands too busy to retrieve his wand.
He started pushing in his finger inch by inch, before finally able to slip the entire length of his finger into her cunt. Suspecting that the string might have been jammed at the end most part. Gently, Tom used both fingers to search for the cotton string. He carefully made a circular motion to swipe her cervix, speculating where it is.
The action caused Hermione to buck involuntarily, tilting her hips further and allowing Tom to go deeper into her.
At once, Tom was rock hard, his cock straining against his dress pants. He was trying hard to concentrate on the task at hand, although he found it even much more difficult to do when he could practically feel the mudblood's tight and tender walls around his fingers.
"Do you feel it yet, Mr. Riddle?" came her husky, breathless voice. Hearing the sound of her aroused voice caused a chill to travel down the back of his spine.
It was difficult for him to talk. It felt as if his throat was choking while his lungs were lacking oxygen. It was just a vagina, he tried to tell himself. A very beautiful, incredibly tight, hot cunt…
One that he would really like to bury himself into.
"Not yet," he forced himself to speak, his tone coming out harsh and angry-sounding.
Tom started moving his fingers around, trying to cover the spots he has yet to reach.
Perhaps the string went further inside? He was busy searching high and low for it. That was when he felt the string jammed inside her. He curled his fingers and tried to grab for it, when his fingers accidentally grazed against that erogenous zone at the back of the mudblood's vaginal wall.
At once, the mudblood involuntarily arched from the bed, her lips falling open to let out a moan while her hands had fallen from and made the bed covers to pool around her hips and stomach.
Finally, revealing most of her cream legs and thighs.
Tom's eyes went wide as he realized what he just made the girl did.
Hermione's vagina tightened around his fingers and she could not fight the need to squeeze her legs together. A sudden rush she could not explain was overwhelming her from the gut. She tried hard to control herself, but the sensation was overpowering her, causing her to release something hot and wet through her tight canal. A loud moan escaped from her lips before she could clamp her lips shut.
Tom's fingers froze inside her. He could feel the hot, sticky liquid dripping down from her cunt even through the layer of his glove. He audibly gulped, fighting the urge to do something else he might regret.
"I'm so sorry!" The girl quickly apologized. "I didn't know what happened, I just couldn't help it. It just happened so suddenly- Mr. Riddle, are you okay?"
"Yes, it's quite alright. It was my fault for searching so frantically that I accidentally brush… um… something."
It took her a few seconds before realizing what he had meant. Hermione was not that naive. She had read about it in the library during one of her search. She blushed so mad that her entire face turned as red as a tomato. So this is what an orgasm felt like, she wondered shily.
"I am close to getting it. Let's just… continue," he said, back to his indifferent tone.
He started moving his fingers again to the location he remembered. But her skin was still sensitive, especially after her orgasm. Hermione could not fight back the moan that vibrated through her throat, the sound so sweet to his ears. "Ah...uh-ah...um-ugh..."
"Control yourself, Miss Granger." Tom panted. The tightness in his pants was growing as the sounds she produced grew louder and more prominent. He could feel her inner walls tightening around his digits, clearly she was getting close to another orgasm.
Driven by lust and the sight of the mudblood looking so flush and aroused, Tom's thumb unconsciously found her clit and started rubbing and circling her rapidly.
The mudblood's rocking turned frenzied
"I – I…" the girl moaned, rocking her hips against him.
Yet the girl seemed to be out of it.
He hadn't realize that he had been rubbing his thumb over the girl's clitoris when she continued to rock her hips against his digits. So he berated himself and stopped what he was doing.
He tried to ignore everything and focused on his task, moving his fingers a few inches deeper. The action only caused her to moan even more seductively. At this point, Tom was really contemplating of abandoning this whole thing altogether and just shove his hard cock inside her and fuck her senseless.
The mudblood used her hand to cover her mouth to suppress the sounds, although some still managed to slip out. The action only made her even more seductive, and Tom fought hard to keep control of himself.
Finally, after slipping his fingers further, he found the piece of string again. This time he made sure to hook his fingers around it so that it would not escape his reach for the second time. The action cause the tip of his fingers to brush her g-spot yet again, making her tight walls flutter uncontrollably. This time the rush of her release was so hard, it flushed out the cotton string off from her canal.
Hermione remained seated on the pool of her release, her body shaking uncontrollably from the aftermath. Never had she experienced a sensation quite like this before, let alone to experience it twice in a row in under the span of a few minutes.
Mr. Riddle banished both his magical gloves and the cotton string. He performed a quick 'scourgify' on both of them.
"That should be all. Ms. Granger, I need you to lie down on the bed. You will need to stay overnight in the infirmary so that I can closely monitor you, as I have mentioned."
"Thank you… for your help." Her voice was shaky when she spoke. Hermione was grateful, but she was still incredibly embarrassed.
Tom only replied with a 'hmn', before he turned around without sparing another glance at the patient, pushing the infirmary curtain as he walked out. He strode away, although with great difficulty.
He'll need to take care of his hard on.