Okay first foray into Snamione Smut-Town. Remember everything that is being portrayed is consensual!
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I broke. The girl was a succubus, how could an eighteen year old girl be so versed in arts of seduction? With just two words she broke any semblance of self control I thought I possessed.
I tore apart her school skirt and then tore open her white cotton panties. So virginal I thought.
I grabbed her by her waist and spun her around so her arse was facing up, pushing her head down on the desk. So caught up in the act I nearly forgot the part I had to play for the Dark Lord. Though at this point in time the lines were blurred.
Leaning over her I said mockingly;
'This is what happens to mud bloods who forget their place' and then with one swift and brutal move I tore into her body. She screamed out in pain but I could barely hear her. The feeling of her sweet tight pussy was all I could focus on. My cock was like a battering ram, I showed no mercy, pounding into her tight orifice I laboured over her. She was making a lot of loud whimpering noises and I was glad for them, they would help prove her defilement to the Dark Lord.
'Filthy fucking slut, your just a filthy mud blood whore aren't you? I gave her a particularly vicious jab with my cock and asked her again 'Your a whore aren't you? say it!'
Her answer was more whimpering as I continued to thrust into her. I wanted her to say it. I wanted her debasement to be complete. Spanking her behind I yelled at her 'SAY IT, TELL ME YOUR A WHORE!'
'I'm a whore!' she cried back to me and continued mindlessly muttering she was a whore as I finished off inside of her, my orgasm ripped from my cock and a scream from my throat.
Looking down I saw the bruises on Hermione's hips, the blood on my cock that was still shallowly thrusting in her as I came down from my orgasm.
I could hear the girl panting, I smoothed down what was left of her school skirt, took off my frock coat and bundled her up in it and sat her down in the nearest chair. Kneeling down in front of her, I reached into one of my coats pockets and gave her three vials of potions.
Struggling to speak she rasped out 'What are they for?'
I conjured a glass of water and she drank it greedily.
I murmured back to her, one is a contraceptive and the other two are healing potions.
She downed them without another word.
I was filled in regret, the shame I felt near eclipsed the shame I felt when I realised Lily was dead from my actions. How could I have done this.
I pressed my forehead to hers and whispered 'I'm sorry'.
'What for Professor?'
I stared at her incredulously… 'What for? Are you mad woman? For the unimaginable horror you just experienced at my hand thats what for'.
She snorted, 'If by unimaginable horror you mean orgasming three times then yes it was absolutely awful'
I grabbed her face in my two hands and man handled her gaze on mine. 'If you are mocking me I suggest you rethink your response Miss Granger'
'Go on look' she said. 'I know your a legilimens, look for yourself'.
How could I resist? I locked eyes with hers and tumbled into her mind. I saw the act from her point of view.
