Chapter 3 - Expected Lust

Author's Notes found at bottom.

This time the potions are combined into one vial. Minerva knows this because she feels a tingling sensation in her groin mere moments after being force fed the liquid. The slow burn beginning in her stomach is something that she is, unfortunately, all too familiar with. As an animagus she had been in heat before. It was a natural part of accepting the beast into your soul. Perviously, however, her peculiar tastes had prevented her from committing a crime. As a lesbian it was very hard for her to desire someone during her heat. Now, it was all too easy. Already the scent of Hermione thickened the air. Humans live their lives blind. Oh, they can see and hear but they cannot smell. The cannot imagine what a powerful sense of smell is like. They see their dogs sniffing at the air and laugh at their canine friends. To Minerva smelling was as precise and distinct as seeing yet as deeply attached to the mind as feeling. The older witch didn't just know Hermione was there, she felt her. And she wanted her.

Hermione's scent didn't just fill the room. It rubbed up against Minerva like a cat in heat. It tweaked the older woman's nipples and boldly slid between her thighs. Minerva panted for air. Last night she had been too far gone in her own heat to realize what Hermione's needy scent would do to her. Tonight Minerva could only ask Hermione her forgiveness in a broken voice. "Forgive me," she husked while staring into deep brown eyes. Wordlessly Hermione nodded her head.

Minerva McGonagall could not imagine forcing her perverse pleasure on the innocent woman before her. The thought of knowingly taking what should only be given freely both repelled and excited her. Although, to be honest, any thought that included Hermione or sex excited her right now. A deeper, darker, part of Minerva whispered that such thoughts had always excited her. With the ease of long practice Minerva ignored the whisper. Instead, she put her formidable mind to task, thinking desperately of a way to save Hermione the pain that was to come. The witch could feel the beast-mind growing stronger, aware that her mate was calling to her. Minerva growled impatiently, there must be some way to stop herself. Her hands clench helplessly by her side, sharp nails cutting into her palms. A sudden flash of inspiration hit her.

Minerva was not entirely certain what had happened last night. By the time she had been given the second potion the beast-mind had been in near total control. She recalled vague impressions more than actual memory. However, she was nearly certain that she had not ejaculated more than once. Perhaps, if she could spend herself before the beast-mind overcame her she would not harm her student. It was no risk to try, for even if it failed Minerva at least tried something. Tentatively, with hesitancy born of unfamiliarity Minerva moved her hand to her penis.

Minerva thought of herself as old. She had done just that for a great many years. In truth, Minerva was still a healthy middle aged witch. Had she sought one, there were many wizards who would have happily courted her, and not for her wealth or power either. Minerva's eyes sank to watch her soft hand near her firm flesh. Nestled between her visible abdomen and her dripping vagina sat two handfuls of solid, almost angry looking cock. Unable to watch Minerva closed her eyes and curled her hand around her cock gently. She grunted, surprised at how pleasing the feeling was. Softly, afraid of hurting herself, she tenderly moved her barely closed fist up and down. Minerva gasped at the feeling of masturbating herself. Another gasp, not her own, snapped her eyes open. The older witch blushed red as she saw Hermione's entranced gaze upon her penis.

The beast inside her stretched luxuriously under her mates gaze. A deep purred rumble sounded in her chest. Half lidded eyes watched Hermione watch her body. Under endless brown eyes the act of self-pleasure gained unspoken sensuality. Starring at her former student Minerva rubbed the pad of her thumb against the tender tip of her cock. Her body arched into the feeling and the sudden liquid made her hand slide easier upon her flesh. She should be ashamed, she knew, at how excited Hermione's brown eyes upon her made her feel. She wasn't. Minerva didn't know if it was the human part of her or the beast part that made her feel no shame. For now she was content to blame the beast. Her beast was more than content to be blamed if it meant it's mate would keep watching.

As a lesbian Minerva had had few experiences with men. It wasn't that the concept of a penis disgusted her, she just didn't feel an emotional attraction to wizards. Now the thought of her penis, alien though that thought was, excited her. She felt her folds, hidden by her penis, drip eagerly. Her shaft was hard and ready, willing to penetrate. A flashback of being in Hermione, being over Hermione, and sliding inside her played through Minerva's mind. Hermione had felt exquisite around her. Unconsciously Minerva took a step towards the bound young woman. The older witch had closed her eyes when replaying her memories from the night before. Now she opened them in time to see Hermione lick her dry lips. A sudden thought struck Minerva. She wondered what Hermione's mouth would feel like around her, inside her. Without preparation Minerva's climax hit her, her last thought the last straw of her pleasure.

Warmish milky white liquid spilled onto her hand from the head of her cock and she smeared the proof of her pleasure up and down her still ridged shaft. What was left of Minerva's self-control slipped away with her orgasm and the beast, call it lust or animagus, was in full control. Wasting little time Minerva stalked to the prone young woman and thrust two already wet fingers inside her core, pushing the remnants of her semen inside her mate. Both witches groaned as wet fingers penetrated an even wetter pussy. "Minerva." Hermione groaned.

Minerva growled and climbed between spread legs, hard cock gripped firmly in her other hand. "Mine!" The older witch roared as she trust her full length impatiently into her mate. Hermione whimpered at the harsh feeling even as she pushed her hips upward, desperate for more. Spent seed, clinging to Minerva's sex, was pushed inside Hermione. Powerful thighs pulled Minerva's large dick out of Hermione's grasping pussy until only the tip was encased. Sharp teeth nipped playfully at Hermione's neck, distracting the brunette witch. Growling Minerva thrust forward, using her entire body to plough into Hermione's depths. Hermione threw her head back her mouth opening as through to gasp but the only sound heard in the room was the wet slap of their groins meeting.

Minerva bit into Hermione's shoulder, gently holding the young woman still as she hurriedly pounded into her mate. Hermione's hands clench at the bed spread, trying vainly to hold her body in place as Minerva's frantic thrusts pushed them both closer to the wall. "Please, touch me." Hermione gasped out, desiring the feel of Minerva's hands on her body. Wordlessly Minerva slid one of her hands up to cup Hermione's breasts, tweaking her hard nipple. The other slid down to rub against the hard, wet, nub of Hermione's clit. Hermione gasped at the feeling and thrust upward, her tilted hips letting Minerva sink even deeper inside her to bump against her cervix. Minerva grunted and gripped Hermione even harder with her teeth, non-verbally willing her to stay still. Hermione obeyed, the feeling of sharp teeth, tugging hands, and penetrating cock pushing her over the edge. The young witch felt her orgasm flow over her, her vaginal muscles contracting around the large intruder. Minerva growled at the milking muscles and happily released her seed deep inside her mate.

Minerva blinked, slightly dazed at the speed in which her second climax has overtaken her. Below her Hermione shifts, feeling the still buried shaft rubbing inside her. The older witch purrs content with the feeling and raises herself enough to look down at their still joined bodies. Sperm and cum gluing them together. Nuzzling into a nearby breast, eyes still looking at their joining, Minerva pulls out of her mate. Her cock is shiny with their fluids. The mingled fluids leak down Hermione's pussy to coat the bed below them in the efforts of their mating. Purring happily Minerva pushes her cock back inside her mate, watching her body move into Hermione's, before snuggling up to the trapped young woman below her and falling asleep with a smile.


Author's Note: Yes, I know this was an incredibly long time between updates. It's how I roll. I just wanted to thank everybody who commented on both this story and "My Dog Santana" for the added encouragement to continue writing. I knew going into this that my attention spans for multi-chapter stories was low. My goal is to continue this story to completion! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. My future plan is to add a chapter between each new story I write. Do not expect another update soon (sorry).

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