Harry Potter
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The Succubus
By Miracles79
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Chapter 10: Awaken to Temptation.
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Disclaimer: The characters used in this Fan Fic are owned by JK Rowling and Warner Brother Studios (I think?) and are merely used in appreciation of the original author's incredible work. I own nothing apart from the story contained within these words, if that.
Author's Note: There is another important Author's Note that you may wish to read after this chapter. I believe I have reached a solution in regards to the use of futanari in this story. Please read the Author's Note at the end of this chapter to learn about this. BUT DON'T READ IT BEFORE. The Note is filled with spoilers that will ruin your enjoyment of this chapter. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I would advise reading it in private if at all possible.
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This was getting ridiculous.
It was almost two in the morning, and yet Ginny Weasley could not fall asleep. She had tried everything but her efforts showed no signs of bearing fruit. And when Ginny says she 'tried everything' she assuredly means it. She had tried closing her eyes - wishing herself to sleep - to zero success. Had attempted to find the perfect space in the bed to nestle her body into, which was met with only further failure. Hell, she had even tried knocking herself unconscious with the very soft pillow.
What more could a girl do?
Sighing, Ginny's rolled onto her back, scowling at the ceiling. This was just typical. She had one of the toughest days of her life coming up and yet her body refused the sleep it so desperately needed. Typical. Turning towards the small muggle clock on Hermione's bedside table, Ginny's mood soared. Time seemed to be flying by now. What was once two in the morning had become half past two? Where had the time gone?
Pulling at her scalp, Ginny returned her murderous stare to the ceiling. That damn ceiling. She'd been staring at it for the past two hours. There was nothing remarkable about it. Nothing that kept her stimulated to the point of not being able to fall asleep. It was just… there. And, for some bizarre reason, Ginny thought it was mocking her?
'Yeah… Yeah… Stupid ceiling!'
'You just sit there and… and…'
'…'
'Stupid ceiling!'
Feeling uncomfortable, Ginny turned to another position, her body facing the other occupant of the room. A smile rose to her lips upon noticing her best friend. Hermione was, thankfully, not facing the same problem as she was. The brunette was fast asleep, unaware of the disapproving looks coming from the red head.
Of course she can sleep, Ginny mused. She has no problems falling asleep. Hell, she's a master at it. Probably falls asleep in two seconds flat on a regular basis. Show off!
However, before Ginny's inner mumblings could proceed any further, Hermione suddenly shifted in her sleep. All thoughts instantly losing their importance as she watched her best friend arch her back, the top of her breasts becoming more prominent in her loose shirt. The parting of Hermione's lips, and the breathy exhale issuing forth, causing heat to rise in the redhead's body.
"…"
Ginny gulped, licking her lips unconsciously as she watched Hermione closely. The small trickle of sweat that dotted along her forehead and upper breasts making the sight so much more irresistible.
This was just… so unfair.
Hermione had always been the embodiment of natural beauty. There was just something about Hermione that set her apart from all of the other girls Ginny had seen. Of course, that's not to say the other girls in Gryffindor weren't nice to look at. It was just that… Hermione was so different from all of them. An unknown quantity.
Despite all their time together, Ginny had never been able to settle on what made Hermione so special. She had, after all, watched the brunette admiringly for a very long time. From the very beginning in fact. She had watched as Hermione had blossomed from a fragile, headstrong girl, to a confident and gorgeous young lady. The transformation had been shocking and yet… Hermione had not been changed by it.
Despite the notable physical changes Hermione's interests never wavered. She still found joy in learning new things, reinforcing her knowledge about the world both magical and muggle. There had been many a time when Ginny would find the brunette studying in the library, from dusk till dawn, her features rapt with concentration. Ginny couldn't understand the lifestyle choice but she knew that her best friend preferred things this way. To be left alone, remaining uninterrupted in her studies.
But that's not to say that Hermione was a recluse. She had many good friends, and many relied on her heavily to improve their school work. Of course, Hermione would only tutor students who genuinely wanted to improve. She would not allow you to copy her work for instance – unless you were Harry or Ron that is. Many valued Hermione for her compassion, which at times showed no limits; going so far as to help younger students in distress regardless of their House.
Then there were her closest friends, Harry and Ron. Ginny knew Hermione would have moved heaven and earth to support those two no matter the circumstances. She relied on them heavily, as did they. In fact, you would rarely see the group apart. The only time one strayed from the group would be when Hermione went to the library. Otherwise Hermione could be seen with her two best friends, talking in a manner many would not have expected.
There was a part of Ginny that had grown… jealous of this barrier. If she was being completely honest, Ginny would have admitted that she wanted to be a part of that group. Less so for Harry, which had previously been her intent. But more because of Hermione. She wanted to talk with her more, learn more about her life. They called each other friends, of course, but Ginny couldn't help but feel like Hermione was simply humouring her. Maybe she didn't value their friendship as highly as she did with Harry or Ron?
That thought wasn't entirely without merit, however. Ron and Harry had, after all, fought and protected each other from Lord Voldemort and his death eaters. Their connection would undoubtedly be strong through that connection alone.
Ginny knew she was being childish, another aspect of herself that she hated and hadn't managed to overcome. The distance – in the redhead's mind at least - that had been created between them had caused Ginny to seek out Hermione's company on a more consistent basis. She had been quite pushy in this, to the point where many of her classmates had even asked her about it. But she had no answers for the. She just couldn't help it. There was this feeling of need that now resonated inside her. A need to be friends with Hermione Granger. A need to be seen and be acknowledged by the unique brunette. And, most terrifying of all, a need to be seen as irreplaceable.
Quite why she felt this way, and what these feelings even meant, never became apparent to the redhead. These thoughts – which were now harbouring on ownership – had begun to terrify her. Ginny had never felt this way before. She knew this wasn't normal behaviour. Yes, in her mind, she passed it off as a desire to find a best friend, someone she could spend time with in comfort. But somewhere, in the back of her mind, she knew that wasn't quite right.
Although, now that she had time to think about it, Ginny finally realised something. If Hermione truly wanted nothing to do with Ginny – or simply didn't find her interesting enough – then she would have simply said so.
That was another thing that Ginny loved about Hermione; she was always honest. She never looked to share the opinions of others just because those thoughts were considered right or popular. No, if Hermione happened to disagree with you then she would say it to your face. And, what's more, she would explain why in a calm fashion rather than resort to childish name calling. Which Ginny was practically famous for during the last year.
That was one aspect of Hermione that had drawn Ginny in early on. Hermione was honest - often brutally so – but unlike others, the redhead didn't care about that. She preferred the straightforward approach. It was far better than being agreed with when you could tell the other person found you obnoxious in secret. She hated that about some of her classmates. They would laugh and agree with every word you say and then, behind your back, they would talk about you amongst their friends.
Ginny wasn't like that. She refused to associate with those kind of people. Of course, her behaviour had often been talked about among her classmates, to the point that the word 'tomboy' had been thrown around in provocation. Not that it affected her in any way. Quite the opposite, in fact. She wore it as a badge of honour. She had, after all, grown up with five brothers, so she wasn't surprised by the nickname bestowed upon her.
In fact, she loved it. It was partly due to this – the approval of her own nickname – that resulted in her sharp increase in popularity. That coupled with her charming, playful and winning personality, led her to being named; the most popular student in her year. No word of a lie. There was a secret poll taken and everything. The entire year had picked Ginny as that years, miss popular. Along with a number of other rewards which Ginny did not even care to acknowledge.
However, despite her popularity, Ginny still had a habit of disappointing the people who keenly admired her. The redhead could often be seen arguing with other students in Hogwarts, their image of the cute redhead crumbling as she spoke. The problem stemmed from her own inadequacies because, while a calmer mind might have sought a peaceful solution to these argument, Ginny would have none of it. She lacked the proper composure to deal with these situations.
That was the difference between Ginny and Hermione. While Ginny would come across as offensive and boisterous in those situations. Hermione would remain the image of composure. Never raising her voice when confronted but simply stating her opinions with confidence. The complete opposite of Ginny who would need to pulled away by her friends just to keep her from wringing the student's damn neck. That often happened when her family was mentioned - and Luna, Ginny hated it when people called Luna names.
Luna was a taboo topic, in Ginny's presence. Unless you had something complimentary to say about her then it was best to keep your mouth shut. They were very good friends, after all. Ginny loved spending time with the girl because, similarly to Hermione, Luna was far more interesting than anyone else in the School. Her views and experiences were incredible to listen to, Luna was also friendly and a pleasure to be around.
Who couldn't like Luna…?
She knew one person who liked Luna almost as much as she did… and that person's name was Hermione Granger. No surprises there.
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Smiling to herself, Ginny settled into her spot on the bed and continued to watch the sleeping figure. As she watched Hermione – the clock ticking noisily in the background – Ginny's breath gradually began to deepen.
"…"
She felt this sudden, uncontrollable urge to move the stray hairs away from Hermione's face. They were in the way. Ginny wanted an unimpeded view of her best friend, and those few hairs were ruining everything. Somehow, Ginny managed to resist the nagging temptation. It was best not to wake her, Ginny decided. What reason would she have for waking her best friend? Why would she even want to ruin this golden opportunity?
No, she wanted to watch her without interruption. She just wanted a good, long look; that was all.
Unfortunately, at that moment, Hermione groaned and shifted her body away from Ginny. The redhead watching this movement with a prominent pout spreading to her lips. The view of Hermione's front was now gone, the only thing which could be seen were the covers that had been pulled up to neck level.
'Damn…'
'I didn't even get a good look…'
Falling back onto her pillow, Ginny stared at the ceiling once again. There was no time to sit and admire Hermione. She had to sleep. This was her number one priority. So, with this thought in mind, Ginny closed her eyes and snuggled into the mattress. She tried to ignore the uncomfortable sensation of her toes sticking out of the covers – it was something she avoided when sleeping. It was one of her biggest pet peeves. Ginny always ensured that her entire body – feet included - remained tucked under the covers. Unfortunately, the covers on Hermione's bed were smaller than her own back home… but there was not much to be done about that. She would just have to deal with it for the night. Somehow.
Breathing a frustrated sigh, Ginny remained motionless in the bed.
"Goodnight, Mione."
Having said her peace, Ginny prepared herself for a long needed slumber.
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Then, just as Ginny was about to fall asleep, she felt a slight pressure fall across her stomach. Acknowledging this, Ginny groaned in frustration and reluctantly opened her eyes. This was just typical, Ginny thought. She was moments away from falling asleep and that was when whatever happened just had to happen. Moving her stiff limbs, Ginny looked down at her stomach. And what she saw took her by surprise. She had half-expected it to be Crookshanks, who had made it his personal duty to annoy Ginny at the least opportune moments. But it wasn't Crookshanks on this occasion…
It was Hermione.
Staring at her stomach, Ginny saw an arm resting on top of her, gripping the side of her abdomen. The pressure was light but it set the redhead's heart beating that little bit faster. To say this contact was unexpected would have been an understatement. It was a little known fact about Hermione but she disliked it when people touched her. Ginny had learned of this aversion last year from Hermione herself. It was something that Hermione had kept to herself for a long time.
Ginny remembered the conversation vividly. They had been drinking butterbeer at the Burrow during the School holiday – the butterbeer having been smuggled in by Fred and George. The conversation had started off light at first but as time passed it had grown gradually more serious. And that was when Hermione had hit her with that surprising truth. Whether Hermione had let that truth slip from her lips willingly or if it had been caused by the butterbeer flowing through her system, Ginny did not know. But, regardless, she would not be opposed to being touched like this in the future.
It was a pleasant feeling. To be touched by your best friend in this innocent manner.
Turning to face Hermione, Ginny's features soared in disappointment. She should have expected this. Ginny had hoped that Hermione was awake, her actions a conscious decision on her part. But that was obviously too good to be true. Hermione was still fast asleep. This arm that now rested across her stomach meant nothing, just the unconscious actions of her best friend. A strange cold swept over Ginny at this thought.
'She's asleep…'
'Hermione would never touch me on purpose…'
'Why do I even care about that…?'
'It's not like I want her to touch me…'
Breathing deeply, her hand rising to rest on Hermione's forearm, Ginny looked back towards her best friend. It seemed that even in sleep Hermione had the wherewithal to look absolutely stunning. Her brunette locks swept over the white pillow, framing her face perfectly for Ginny to admire. And admire it she did.
For what felt like hours, Ginny resumed her inspection of Hermione's features. Bright brown eyes roaming all of her face; from her cute button nose, to her slightly flushed skin all the way to the pink, smooth surface of her lips. As Ginny's eyes settled on that, she licked her own lips in response. She was growing hot all of a sudden, maybe it was the heat. Hermione looked quite warm too, considering her flushed cheeks and shallow breathing.
A flicker of movement caught Ginny's attention before she could be swallowed up by the sight of Hermione's lips. A small lock of brown hair drifted across her nose and Hermione responded in the most adorable of ways. Before Ginny's very eyes, Hermione scrunched her nose up, attempting to move the stray hair through willpower alone. When that did not work Hermione's unoccupied hand rose to her nose and clumsily swatted at the hair.
Ginny could not help but let out a loud squeal on the inside. The sight was so cute. The actions resembled those of a small cat, swatting at its nose. The comparison made Ginny smile even wider. How could someone be so graceful and beautiful and then, in a matter of moments, be so cute and endearing?
Realising that Hermione was having no luck getting rid of the hair, Ginny leaned forward and scooped it away gently. She was careful not to touch Hermione, fearing she would wake and the moment would pass all too quickly. That was the last thing she wanted.
Once the hair was removed, Hermione suddenly smiled and snuggled closer into the pillow, inadvertently approaching Ginny in the same movement. Ginny froze. Hermione was only a few centre metres away. Her heart beat began to quicken, the sound reverberating inside her ears. The moisture on her lips evaporating as she felt Hermione's breath fan them over and over again. What was happening? Why was Ginny feeling so… entranced by this sight?
The hand that rested on Ginny's side wrapped tightly around her, drawing her closer. Instinctively, Ginny leaned back, her upper body arching away from Hermione while her mid-section was drawn in. A gasp slipped past her lips as she felt her waist make contact with Hermione's, the barrier of clothing was still evident but it sent her heart racing none the less.
Then, just as Ginny was gradually beginning to lose her composure, Hermione suddenly started laughing. Turning to look at the brunette – as she had previously been looking at anything that wasn't Hermione Granger – Ginny paused in wonder. Was… Was Hermione awake? Was she just playing around?
Scrunching her eyes to look at Hermione's eye lids, Ginny realised they were still shut. She could have been pretending, of course, but somehow Ginny doubted it. Her eyes were closed but in a natural fashion, they weren't forcibly closed. She would have noticed if they were as Hermione's eyes would have had more wrinkles around the edges, which is what happens when you scrunch your eyes. No, Hermione was still very much asleep. So, what was she laughing at?
It took Ginny only a few seconds to realise what was going on.
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Hermione was laughing at something that she could see in her dream.
Relaxing her posture, Ginny gradually accepted the contact initiated by Hermione, resting her head back on her pillow as she watched her best friend's fit of giggles. The sound was small, almost feather light but it reached her clearly. What a wonderful sight.
'God, Hermione…'
'You are simply too cute…'
No words could aptly describe what was unfurling in front of her very eyes. She simply basked in the moment, documenting every single second to memory so that she could watch it over and over again in absolute clarity.
Lifting a hand to Hermione cheek, Ginny brushed the skin with her thumb. She knew she shouldn't, that she should reign in her hand and keep it by her side, but she simply didn't have the power. This was one moment where she would allow herself a small moment of weakness. Hopefully nothing would come of it but if something did then she would have to deal with the consequences.
"So cute," Ginny mumbled. "You really are so… Ah!"
Suddenly, just as Ginny was about to utter her last words, Hermione's knee rose and pressed against her sex. Upon contact Ginny immediately arched forward, both hands gripping the fabric of Hermione's loose shirt. The moan that slipped past her lips was like nothing she had ever experienced before. It was deep, almost as if it had originated from her own stomach. The sensation still swam around even now. She had never felt anything like it.
What the hell was going on…?
She had not moaned like that when she had snogged Dean Thomas last year nor when she masturbated in her room when everyone was away. The sound was frightening, almost feral and it set her entire body on fire.
Unable to control the pulsing in her lower body, Ginny panted, her head falling to Hermione's collar bone. The older girl did not move, a strong knee pressing against her pussy with varying degrees of strength put behind it. Hermione still had a strong grip on Ginny's body, one arm circling around Ginny's lower back while the other drifted to the back of the redhead's neck. Ginny's quick, frantic breaths fanned over Hermione's neck but Ginny was completely unaware of this. She simply couldn't believe what had happened.
"H-Hermione…? W-Wha…"
Unable to look Hermione directly in the eye, Ginny stared at her collarbone. The ability to speak escaping her.
As Ginny's body began to tremble, Hermione unconsciously pressed herself closer to Ginny. She was hugging the younger girl, her knee still pressed against the redhead's throbbing sex. Despite her own predicament, Ginny registered the smooth texture of Hermione's skin somewhere in the back of her mind. Hermione radiated intense heat, so much so that Ginny felt her body begin to sweat, her hands cold and clammy.
Then, as Ginny was about to push away from her best friend, Hermione's knee suddenly moved away of its own accord. Relieved, she took several hurried breaths, her hands still clutching Hermione's shirt to the point her knuckles had turned white. She had to breathe, breathe, her mind kept telling her over and over again.
However, just as Ginny had started to regain her breath, she suddenly had it forced out of her once again. There was little time to prepare herself, her body immediately trembling and arching upon contact. Gasping, Ginny felt Hermione's knee press against the tip of her clitoris, applying pressure in an almost teasing manner. Impossible, of course, since you would've had to have been an expert to even attempting something like that. And Hermione was certainly no expert.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Almost as if those words had somehow offended Hermione, the brunette's knee began to rub hard against Ginny's pussy. With every flex of her knee, Ginny felt the throbbing in her sex becoming more and more pronounced. She was moaning now, unrestrainedly. Her body arching in accordance with Hermione's movements, welcoming it. And that was the worst part of all this.
Ginny didn't know if she wanted this. It was all so confusing. A whirlwind of thoughts battling against a barrier in her mind which was overcome by the sensations pulsing all over her body. She couldn't think. All thoughts were there but… she couldn't hear them. The world around her felt dark and oh so hot. All she could feel was Hermione; her warmth, her flesh and her probing knee. Hermione. The only coherent thought that crossed her mind, mixed in with her breathy voice that moaned along with the throbbing in her pussy.
'I… Hermione… Why is…'
That was all her thoughts amounted to. Nothing was clear. A fog like substance engulfed her mind, her memories… tentacles of a black beast latching onto her brain, repressing all thought and feeling. All feelings, except that of desire, hunger and lust.
"AH! OH! AH!"
Without conscious intent, Ginny's hips started to thrust against Hermione's knee. A hand in Hermione's shirt leaving fabric to rest against the brunette's hip, giving her enough perches to move in time with their joint rhythm. Breathing heavily, a moan slipping out intermittently, Ginny felt the sweat that coated Hermione's skin. It was nice. Hermione felt nice.
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"Hermione!"
Suddenly the fog that had surrounded her entire being waivered. Ginny's half lidded eyes opening fully. She felt the contact again, the sensation somewhat lightened since she had regained some semblance of sanity. Hermione's knee was rubbing up and down her sex, she could feel her pussy lips being pulled this way and that. It was an incredible feeling, but Ginny knew this wasn't right.
What was happening?
Why was Hermione doing this?
S-She had to get away.
'This… Ah!'
'This isn't… r-right!'
'She can't… She'd never…'
Feeling energy flow to her tired muscles, Ginny immediately tried to pull away. She pushed against Hermione's shoulders desperately trying to create some distance between them. The action helped very little, however, as only her upper body had managed to pull away from the embrace. She was still being held by her mid-riff, and the hold seemed to tighten in response to Ginny's actions.
In her attempts to get away, Ginny inadvertently jerked forward, her clothed sex colliding with Hermione's knee hard. The euphoria that gripped her causing quite an unexpected reaction. As Hermione's knee parted Ginny's sex – through the moist fabric – the younger girls eyes bulged, her lip quivering as she felt a slow spread of moisture stain Hermione's leg.
"Ahahhhhh!"
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Ginny froze, a feeling of cold nausea leaving her motionless. She couldn't move. This couldn't be happening, Ginny thought. She felt a wave of humiliation and fear wash over her, vying for dominance. The pounding in her sex lessening as the seconds rolled by.
'D-D-Did I…'
'Did I just… c-climax…?'
The moisture that now coated Hermione's leg was proof of this but Ginny refused to believe it. It couldn't have been real. This had to be a dream. Some nightmare her feverish mind had conjured up to scare her. So, why wasn't she waking up? Why could she feel every sensation coursing through her body?
The sounds of Hermione's breathing suddenly evaded her thoughts. The sound had been made close to her ear, fanning across her reddened earlobe. Ginny's thoughts halted once again, concern for her best friend rising within her.
"Hermione!" Ginny exclaimed, panic clear in her voice.
However, just as Ginny turned to look at Hermione, she suddenly found herself falling on top of the brunette. When she collided with Hermione's front, the brunette immediately circled her arms back around Ginny's waist. She was stuck in place again, only this time Ginny could now feel the warm sensation of her small breasts being pressed against Hermione's slightly more developed pair. Ginny flushed at the contact, her eyes widening as the fire in her belly returned, undiminished.
"Wait! H-Hermione!"
Ginny felt Hermione's arms slide across her body, pressing every part of her further against the brunette. Her hands eventually coming to rest in separate places; one tangled in ginger locks while the other slipped below the waist line of Ginny's shorts. Heat immediately scorched her skin once again, the fog returning to her mind as she became engulfed in bliss.
As if to limit Ginny's escape options even further, both of Hermione's legs slipped out from underneath the redhead and hugged the back of Ginny's thighs. Her ankles crossing at the back of Ginny's knee joint, further emphasising that she was not going to escape. None of this registered in Ginny's mind though as something strange was happening.
Turning to locate the strange occurrence, Ginny's eyes immediately widened and her mouth hung open. Her top – her favourite pyjama top – was burning. No, it wasn't burning it was… it was melting. Ginny could only watch as some hidden flame tore at her clothes, singing the fabric and revealing skin to the open air. She was alarmed at first, her unconscious mind fighting against its constraints, but she eventually calmed. The sensation didn't hurt. Her skin did not feel any of the heat that tore at her clothes. It was… freeing.
'Freeing…'
'Free-ing…'
As her shirt peeled off her body, Ginny tried to cover herself but this task was made nigh on impossible by Hermione. The brunette in question refused to move and instead held the younger girl firmly in place. Ginny tried to twist in Hermione's grip to cup her breasts but all movement failed when she felt a strange texture brush her skin. The unmistakeable feeling of a nipple brushing against her hardened nub bringing her back to attention.
"…"
Hermione was completely naked. Ginny knew this as her waist no longer pressed against fabric, she felt flesh and the wisps of pubic hair brush her privates. Shocked by the smooth texture, Ginny leaned back and looked down along their bodies. She ignored the feeling of her sex pushing against Hermione's, her eyes looking between the small gaps their bodies left.
"W-What?"
Ginny's eyes took in Hermione's slim yet toned body, slick with sweat and perspiration that made her skin glisten in the darkness. Hermione was toned, no doubt about that. Her thighs pliant to the touch. She wasn't overly skinny like the malnourished models she had seen in the muggle world. No, she was just right. Shapely and plump in all the right places; from her curvaceous ass which begged to be gripped in both hands, all the way up to her developing breasts.
'Those breasts…'
'Ummm!'
'What I wouldn't do to stick my tongue between them…'
Hermione was as close to perfection as she had ever seen. Ginny had never considered what the body of her ideal man or woman would look like but now she knew. She almost felt humiliated in comparison. Her body was smaller, developing at a faster pace compared to others in her year but it still didn't hold a candle to Hermione's. The only positive of note, Ginny surmised, was the complexion and tone of her body -the years of Quidditch practice having played a big part in this.
Ginny's skin appeared to be a shade darker than Hermione's. The years of playing in the sun having turned her light brown in comparison to the brunette's fair skin. It was one aspect of herself that Ginny really liked. Many often complimented her on the tone of her skin, others watching enviously using artificial means in hopes of achieving the same complexion. They failed, of course. This was a look you could only get by natural means.
As Hermione's hands pulled Ginny back down to rest atop her body, Ginny felt her toned stomach make contact with the brunette's pubic hair. The hair was rubbing, rhythmically, against her smooth stomach, the heat rising as Hermione moved her hips like a belly dancer against her abs. Her abs were not pronounced but they could be felt under her stomach, and with every thrust of Hermione's hips, Ginny arched into the contact.
Ginny was silent. Her mind concentrating on following the pace of Hermione's hips. The pace was slow, teasing and with every breath that Hermione exhaled Ginny breathed it in. There was no room for thinking. Thinking had left the room the moment her naked body had made contact with Hermione. She was simply immersing herself in the experience, holding Hermione close and jutting her hips out along with her best friend.
'This… This can't be happening…'
'She's touching me…'
'Hermione, you're… you're touching me…'
Hermione, repositioning Ginny on top of her - so she was now thrusting against her pussy – placed her hands against the redhead's hip. Ginny made no attempts to escape, sitting on Hermione's waist as they rhythmically humped each other. Hermione's eyes closed, her face contorted in extreme bliss as she panted against her pillow. Ginny was entranced, sliding up and down Hermione's shapely waist, perspiration on their skin making their actions flow at a steady rhythm.
Their eyes were closed, the darkness only illuminated by the glistening of sweat that stained their bodies. Fluids dripping from their rubbing sexes, as Hermione and Ginny continued to press against one another harder and harder.
'She's your friend…'
'Why are you doing this to your friend…?'
'This is Hermione… You shouldn't be doing this to her…'
But she wanted to. God, she wanted to do this. Every fibre of her being encouraged her to continue this… whatever this was. This was Hermione, the special person in her heart. She would never admit it but in her younger days there had always been this nagging doubt in her mind when she looked at Harry.
When everyone said she liked Harry she knew why, why everyone thought she still clung to that childish passing. She did feel that way about him once. But all those thoughts vanished as she spent more and more time with Hermione Granger. She was perfect, the woman that dreams tried to encapsulate. And now she was here, in her arms, reciprocating every affectionate touch she offered.
'Oh, god…'
'Fuck… Fuck… Yes!'
'Don't stop… Please, don't stop!'
'I-I love this…'
'God fucking damn it I love… I love…'
Gasping audibly as Hermione roughly leaned up and brought Ginny down to lie on top of her, the redhead felt thin arms capture her. Hermione was hugging her, sighing softly into her ear directly, in shuddering breaths. This moment of splendour didn't stop there though, continuing when she felt Hermione's shapely breasts press into her own, hands wrapping and pulling on Ginny's shoulders to increase the pressure.
This felt so good. Hermione felt so good. Ginny instinctively moved up and down Hermione's body, her range limited greatly due to the hold around her. Hermione followed her movement once again and their breasts fell together, pressing and moulding into one another. She was breathing heavy breaths now, moaning into Ginny's reddened ears in a way that quickened the redhead's pace.
Ginny's state of bliss was momentarily lifted when she felt her body being twisted onto the covers of the bed, the fog returning after one thrust of Hermione's hips. Hermione was now above her, pounding her pussy with an intensity that she had not expected. Ginny held on, eyes wide and mouth open in loud moans as Hermione gritted her teeth. She was close. So very, very close to reaching orgasm again.
Looking up at the ceiling, Ginny felt her body moving up and down the loose covers of the bed. Hermione was moving fast, Ginny's hands having to hold on to the mattress for fear that she would be humped off the bed. Ginny's hands gripped above her head, her eyes rolling as Hermione's warm lips pressed against her neck, not in a kiss but in mere contact.
Ginny was loving this. This was everything she had wanted out of her first time. Hot, unforgettable sex with none other than the person she loved the most… Hermione.
'HERMIONE!'
And that was when it happened. As Ginny's eyes returned to focus she suddenly saw a reflection from the ceiling, strange since the ceiling didn't have a mirror originally. In fact, the entire ceiling was a mirror and it was showing… showing…
"Hermione!" Ginny screamed, intense pleasure still pounding within her as she came to her senses once again.
'W-What's going on…?'
'Hermione would never do something like this…'
'So, why…'
Freezing, Ginny suddenly came across a terrifying thought. She looked around for any sign of the offending item but didn't see hide nor hair of it. Hermione continued to moan into Ginny's ear, dry-humping the younger girl who suddenly registered their predicament. She tried to pull away. Her entire body fighting Hermione's hold as she attempted to claw her way to safety. Hermione refused to move, however, instead pressing herself further between Ginny's legs as she tried to escape.
'This… This isn't right…'
"H-He-Hermione! Please, wake up," Ginny screamed, eyes pleading. "You're under a spell! Please, wake up!"
This was the conclusion that she had reached. The only explanation that made sense as to why Hermione would even consider touching her. Not to mention the state Hermione was in. She was clearly unaware of what was happening, eyes closed and still fast asleep despite everything that was happening. It all made sense now. Someone had drugged Hermione. For what purpose; Ginny didn't even dare imagine the possibilities. But a sudden desire to protect Hermione came over her, a belief that someone was prepared to rape her late at night cementing itself in her mind.
'Why else would she be acting like this today…?'
'The fucking asshole probably didn't even realise Hermione was moving into a new dorm…'
Pushing against Hermione, her hands pressing against naked flesh, Ginny tried to wriggle her way out of the bed. She had managed to turn onto her stomach and claw her way to the edge, Hermione still holding onto her body. How Hermione was able to remain asleep after being pushed and tossed left and right, Ginny did not know. She should have been awake the moment Ginny tried to move away from their embrace but she didn't wake. In fact, she held on, pulling Ginny closer whenever she was close to escaping again and again.
What the hell was this drug?
Ginny had heard of dangerous and illegal substances that would make the recipient unconscious for days, where memories would be deleted and lost even to those capable of Legilimency. That knowledge was all contained in the Daily Prophet and spread to the readers on a case by case basis. But this… this was something else. Ginny had never heard of a concoction that would make someone respond to sexual advances, even when they were unconscious. There was no such thing in the muggle or wizarding world. Not even love potions had this effect.
What the hell was she supposed to do?
How could she end this with both of their chastity intact?
"Hermione, please," Ginny begged, turning to look into Hermione's closed eye lids. "I-I love you and I've… I've always wanted to feel you, but not like this. Not when you aren't really here!"
The words did not register in Hermione's mind because, with one quick motion, Hermione had rolled Ginny along with her and pinned the redhead firmly against the bed. As Ginny was about to scream, to beg Hermione to listen to her, a body wrecking gasp left her lips. Something… Something had pressed against her sex. But… But that was impossible, Hermione's hands were occupied and holding her hands at bay. So… So what was touching Ginny's entrance right now?
The answer arrived in unexpected fashion moments later. As Ginny looked at Hermione's face, her eyes wide, a movement to her left caught her attention. She turned to look but there was nothing there. How strange? It must have been her imagination but she was sure that… Then a sudden movement appeared to her right, blurring her vision once again. But when Ginny turned to look everything seemed normal, not a thing out of place. What the hell was going on?
And then she saw it. A tail. A dark, thin tail swaying from side to side. Ginny watched it in horror, the swaying of the tail rhythmic as it moved effortlessly through the air. Ginny froze, realising what the pressure on her pussy had been. It had been this tail. Where did it even come from? Why was it even here in the first place?
"Hermione?! W-What…?"
But Hermione didn't let her finish her sentence, or perhaps it would have been more apt to say the tail wouldn't let her finish. Because, as Ginny was stuttering through her sentence, the tail had whipped its way towards Ginny before resting motionless, centre metres away from her face. The speed of the action startled Ginny, her eyes closing for fear that it was going to harm her but nothing happened.
She didn't dare open her eyes. She feared this… this thing. Whatever the hell it was!?
As Ginny remained silent, her body closing in on itself, she heard a noise emanating nearby. That was the one of the drawbacks of closing your eyes, because, even if you refused to look at the creature, the act would inadvertently heighten other senses. And in this case it was Ginny's hearing. She could hear it, the unmistakeable sounds of that creature cutting through the air somewhere nearby. The sound made the hairs on the back of Ginny's neck stand up, she found the tail very creepy.
"Um… Mmm!"
Ginny eyes shot open immediately, her lip quivering after it had been flicked by something which tasted strangely fleshy. Looking towards the source of the disturbance Ginny saw it again. That damn tail. It was hovering in front of her, swaying from side to side like a viper ready to strike. It scared Ginny. She didn't know what to do. So, when the end of the tail approached her Ginny merely froze and did not resist when it slipped between her lips.
"Mmm!"
The tail trailed the inside of her mouth, brushing along her teeth and gums before settling on her tongue. Ginny could feel the tails texture as it slid across, it was soft and tasted, bizarrely of Hermione. Quite why she felt this way, Ginny didn't know but she remained completely still as the tail's end rubbed her tongue in short motions.
It must have seemed an odd sight. A woman with a tail rubbing the tonsils of a young redhead who sat rigid on a bed. It would have appeared odd to some but not to a magical creature like the Succubus. The Succubae were well aware of their genetic advantage, the fact that they could grow a tail just below their lower back when they felt incredibly horny. That was where the tail had come from, it had come from Hermione.
The tail in question was a strange instrument, even to the Succubae. It had a habit of changing colour when out in the open. At this moment of time it was green, the Succubae associated this colour with the feeling of intense lust. A danger to any unsuspecting man or woman who should so happen to see it.
Breathing heavily, Ginny felt the spongy end of the tail continue to roam around her mouth, flicking her tongue at random intervals. She could feel it pulsing inside her mouth, a strange sensation that made her fear the worst. But Ginny didn't dare bite down, she didn't know what would happen should she anger this strange creature.
Eventually the tail trailed out of her mouth, saliva dripping from its surface onto Ginny's knees before it rose and pressed itself against Hermione's lips. Ginny shook at the sight. The tail was pressing her saliva in-between Hermione's lips and that was when Ginny snapped. No, no one was allowed to treat Hermione like that. No one would take advantage of Hermione in her company.
Leaping forward to pull the tail out of Hermione's mouth Ginny suddenly fell on her back, the tail having wrapped around her neck and forced her to the bed. That was when Ginny saw where the tail had come from. The tail forming around the skin below Hermione's lower back. Ginny had little time to register this, however, as Hermione had suddenly returned to resting on top of the younger girl.
"Hermione! Wait!"
Hermione didn't listen and proceeded to thrust herself into Ginny roughly once again. Her hands digging into the back of her neck, tangling in her hair as she dry humped the redhead. Although, whether you could still call it dry-humping, when both teenagers were drenched in sweat was anyone's guess. Ginny tried to resist. She really, really did but everything was working against her. Her will to fight had disappeared, pleasure now taking priority in her brain, as her hands were held and the tail was playing with the lips of her pussy.
Her mind was gone, the fog had returned and this time it wasn't going anywhere.
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"Ahahhhhh!"
"Mmm! Oh! Ah!"
Ginny moaned into Hermione's open mouth, their lips inches away as their sexes rubbed together. Ginny had forgotten about the tail now, its existence gone from her mind as she simply rode Hermione like she was her prized bull. Hermione returning that fervour tenfold, hands pulling at the redhead's hair.
Hermione's tail swung overhead in approval, swaying this way and that as it allowed the two girls to become absorbed in one another. The feeling that gripped Ginny was intense and she no longer cared about the outside world. Her world was Hermione now. She was the only worthy occupant of this world. And she was bringing her so close…
Ginny felt Hermione's damp forehead press against her own, their dishevelled and matted hair tangling as Ginny prepared to ride out her orgasm once again.
"Ah! Yes!"
Ginny rubbed her way up and down Hermione's body, panting desperately as her sex glistened from their combined juices. Ginny held Hermione close now, never wanting to let her go. She wanted this. She wanted everything Hermione had to offer her and so much more. Whatever happened from this point on, Ginny would endeavour to make Hermione hers. No one else could have her, she was her only happiness in this world. And if you dared to take that from her then she would be honour bound to end your life, such was her infatuation with Hermione.
As their motions quickened, Hermione taking the lead and moving faster than Ginny considered humanly possible, the redhead started to feel a little surly. She felt weak, no doubt caused by the length of time they had been making out like this. But she wouldn't stop. Not until Hermione penetrated her and took away her virginity. She would not be satisfied until the woman she loved claimed her.
'This isn't Hermione!'
'Get off her! You're raping her!'
And then, for the first time since Hermione had fallen asleep, the brunette uttered something into the silence. Ginny had to strain her ears to listen, her attention rapt with eagerness as the woman she loved spoke. She heard the faint voice whisper something, it just hadn't registered properly yet.
"Goodbye!"
Surprised, Ginny looked into Hermione's closed eye lids. "Hermione?"
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With another thrust from Hermione's hips Ginny suddenly felt something wash over her. S-She couldn't breathe. Panicked, Ginny tried to bring air into her lungs but was forced to gasp and splutter in response. Her mouth moved like a fish out of water, her face gradually turning purple.
Terror gripped Ginny in that moment, the feeling of drowning gnawing at her insides. Her vision followed seconds later, the image of Hermione distorted and blurry to her sore eyes. She recognised the movement of Hermione's tail above her but could not see it properly, it was just everywhere. Colours began to pull in on themselves, sounds becoming muffled to her ears.
Ginny's breath appeared shallow, the young redhead gripping her throat in her attempts to sooth the troubled area. It was a traumatising experience, feeling her breath fan over her body and yet not feeling any air enter her lungs. It was almost like her mind was separate from her body, she was breathing and yet she couldn't breathe.
Pain wracked her body, Ginny's hands clinging to Hermione's shoulders. She was scared. She was suffocating and all she saw were distorted images of Hermione who took no notice of her plight, continuing to hump her as she struggled for breath. What the hell was happening? The thoughts danced around her mind but never entered. A more desperate need had come across her, the need to survive.
Ginny tried to pull away from Hermione but her hands remained slack against the brunette's shoulders. Her body was limp, unresponsive to her wishes. She could barely grip anything with her fingers now but she saw the mark she had left on Hermione's shoulder. A bruise would surely form there but for the moment she did not have time to worry about that. She was suffocating. She was dying, and if she didn't escape this place she had no doubts that it would be the last things she ever saw.
And, as if things couldn't take a turn for the worst they suddenly did, in a dramatic way. As Ginny's resistance crumbled she sensed an uncomfortable tingling underneath her skin. Her eyes fell to her hands and the horror she saw almost made her weep. Wrinkles were spreading all over her skin, age setting upon her young bones. Her skin started to sag, old age lines settling onto her face as Ginny continued to hyperventilate. She felt exhausted, her body was aging and her mind was slipping away. Was this it? Was this the end?
'No…'
'Not like this…'
'Please, don't let it end like this…'
Ginny tried to move, willing her tired bones to respond to her pleas, but they never moved. She lay motionless against Hermione who appeared unfazed by the young redhead's plight. Why couldn't Hermione see what was happening? Was this the effect of the drug she took?
"H-Hermione… Please… Please… Stop… Hermione… No, n… Not like this… Hermione… Save… Me…"
It was too late now. The light was fading from her eyes. Her vision becoming pitch black as her breathing finally stilled. She was motionless, unresponsive. Hermione's actions happening somewhere far, far away. Ginny was gone. The darkness had taken her and she was never coming back.
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Ginny was dead…
"N-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
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A sudden burst of white light lit up the room, originating from the ceiling upon hearing the cries of its master. The room was now doused in intense sunlight, Ginny's body convulsing as the light wormed its way inside her very being. The sound of Hermione's cries rung around the room, reverberating inside the white room.
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Hermione retreated from Ginny's form, retching as she fell on the pillow, her mind returning to the world of dreams upon contact. She was asleep. Had always been asleep. Unaware of the things that were happening around her. She would have no recollection of the events that led to this moment. There was nothing to remember for the brunette as she had played no part in the act.
Gasping and spluttering for air, Ginny rolled over and held her throat, the unmistakeable traces of finger prints warming her skin. The wrinkles were gone too as were the signs of aging that had settled itself upon Ginny's body moments ago. She gagged in the silence, saliva flowing out of her mouth onto the covers as she brought air back into her lungs. Her body shook, a cold shiver racing across her body as she collapsed against the mattress, her eyes turning to look at Hermione on the other side of the bed.
'What have I done…?'
Pain wracking her body, Ginny held her stomach. She felt the burning flesh beneath her touch, the unease that swam within her stomach. She was burning up in a serious way, sweat trickling from her body thick and fast. But none of that seemed to matter. All her thoughts were concentrated on the girl beside her. On the one person she had hurt beyond reason. Hermione.
'I… I…'
'I just raped my best friend…'
'I-I knew she was under the influence of a drug and I… I…'
'I raped her!'
Crying out, Ginny held her hands against her head and felt the sobs wrack her body. She was shivering. The guilt was churning her stomach inside and out. And she deserved every last second of it. She had just taken advantage of Hermione and as a result the spell had almost killed her. If anyone else had done that to her best friend she would have torn them limb from limb, faced Azkaban a million times over. But… But she was the one who had harmed her. She was the one who had used Hermione.
"H-Hermione!" Ginny cried, looking towards her best friend. "I-I'm… Sorry. I'm so, so sorry."
Feeling sick with herself, Ginny slid off the bed and turned away from Hermione. She didn't deserve to see her naked body, didn't deserve any apology that the brunette might offer. Her crime was unmistakeable; she had just fucked her best friend while she was under the influence. In essence, she had raped her. She might not have bought the drug that affected Hermione but she certainly took full advantage of it.
Holding her knees to her chest, her arms circling and pulling them closer to her, Ginny started to cry. She cried unashamedly, the cries resembling that of a woman who had just learnt of the death of their own child. Nothing could keep her tears at bay. Ginny cried, sobs tearing her small body as she wailed into the silence.
"Hermione! I-I'm sorry! Please!" Ginny cried, head buried in her arms, hands gripping her hair. "I'm a monster. How could I do that to her! She's my best friend… My best friend!"
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As she continued to wail into her arms, another set of arms wrapped around her, a body pressing against her back. Ginny turned in its location and all sound left her when she saw the cause of the interruption. It was Hermione. Hermione was sitting behind Ginny, her legs resting either side of the younger girl's body as her arms embraced her.
"Hermione!" Ginny exclaimed, her head turning to get a better view of the brunette. "I'm so sorry. I didn't… I'm so sorry. Please… Forgive me. Please. I know I don't deserve it but I… I… I don't want to lose you."
Hermione looked at her puzzled, Ginny continued. "Please! I'll… I'll never hurt you again. I'll never lay a hand on you for as long as I live. So please… Please don't send me away. Don't hate me! Please forgive me!"
"What are you talking about, Ginny?" Hermione replied, looking at Ginny, troubled. "There is nothing to forgive. You are my best friend and besides… you've done nothing wrong."
Shocked by this, Ginny turned fully in Hermione's embracing, her eyes rising to the brunette's. Her eyes showed no signs of contempt, of hatred or even loathing. They were concerned. For who? For her. That couldn't be. She didn't deserve that look after what she had just done. Ginny knew what she was; a monster. A sick and twisted monster who deserved to be named and shamed by her best friend.
And yet… she only looked at her in concern?
"What are you talking about? After I… I…" Ginny stilled, unable to say the words that came to mind. She wasn't strong enough to own up and admit that she had raped her, so she went in a different direction instead. "I hurt you, Mione. I took advantage of you when you need me most. How could you tell me I've done nothing wrong? I…"
'Wait…'
'What?'
Fully comprehending Hermione's appearance, Ginny blanched. She… She wasn't naked any more. Hermione was fully clothed, wearing the same t-shirt and shorts that she had used to go to bed. How was that even possible? Weren't they melted off of her body?
Looking down Ginny noticed that she still remained unclothed, her inner thighs stained by her arousal. Thankfully, Hermione wasn't aware of this as Ginny's legs were closed together. She would have to ensure she did not open her legs in Hermione's presence, the redhead would have to wait until later to slip into the bathroom. Ginny did not want to shame herself any more than she already had. Especially not in front of Hermione.
"Eh, Mione?" Ginny interjected.
"Hmm?"
"When did you put your clothes back on? I-I didn't hear you say an incantation or anything."
Laughing at this response, Hermione embraced the younger girl once more. Ginny becoming stiff and motionless in the brunette's hold. Her eyes wide once again as she accepted the contact that she never expected to feel again.
"You really are in a funny mood today. I went to bed in these, remember." Hermione replied.
"Well, yeah, but…"
Shaking her head at Ginny's startled expression, Hermione continued. "Did you have a nightmare? Is that why you look so frazzled?"
Looking at Hermione, Ginny stuttered. "N-Nightmare?"
"Yeah, from the way you were crying I'd have to say it was a particularly horrible one."
"A nightmare." Ginny replied, repeating the word as if to locate its meaning.
"Ginny?"
It was a nightmare. That was all it was. Ginny had experienced a truly terrifying nightmare and simply confused fantasy with reality. It all made sense. She would never have harmed Hermione, not in a million years. Ginny truly believed that, that no matter what, she would protect her best friend in her moment of need. Which means everything, everything she had cried over, had been nothing more than a dream.
"Hermione," Ginny exclaimed, hope returning to her features. "I-I would never hurt you, you… you know that, right?"
Hermione smiled. "Of course. I trust you more than anyone else in this world, Ginny. Perhaps more than Harry and Ron, even."
They hugged, Ginny's embrace growing tighter by the second as she let her grief wash away. "I-I trust you too, Mione. More than anyone in the world."
Laughing once again, Hermione held onto her best friend. The moment was ruined, however, when the brunette suddenly groaned unexpectedly. Alarmed by this, Ginny relinquished her hold and look at Hermione in worry.
"It's three in the morning."
Ginny followed Hermione's eyes that settled on the clock and frowned. Hadn't it been half-two when she was about to fall asleep? Did that mean she had only managed half an hour sleep?
"We should probably go back to bed." Hermione smiled, pulling Ginny up to her feet and directing her under the covers.
As Ginny slipped under, Hermione wrapped an arm around her. Surprised by the contact Ginny turned to look at her friend, the embrace welcomed but unexpected all the same. Hermione merely smiled at Ginny's puzzled look, hugging her tightly.
"Just in case you have any more nightmares. It's something my mum used to do when I was little. Helped me quite a bit."
Nodding in understanding Ginny decided to let her suspicions die down. She was being hugged by Hermione after all. There was no better feeling and she was going to enjoy the moment for as long as possible.
Laying her head down, Ginny settled to sleep and Hermione followed shortly after. Both said their goodnights and eventually succumbed to slumber. They would sleep soundly tonight…
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And yet while they both slept something swished backwards and forwards above their head. A long, thin tail swaying this way and that. The memories of their night together vanishing once the tail made contact with their heads. The Succubus was wiping away all remnants of their night, all the suspicions that they had… evaporating in one fell swoop.
The Succubus was finally ready. It was time… to play.
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Author's Note: Hello everyone. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter because boy was it difficult to write. I honestly don't know what happened. I had a plan and then new ideas came to mind as I was writing (I.e. the tail scenes) and I just had to put them in. It might have made the story disjointed though, and overly long but during editing I couldn't stop refining things. It made a chapter that was supposed to have a word limit of 5,000 reach around 10,000.
Hopefully you were satisfied with it. I myself am a little hesitant to post it but have to because I'll be a little busy over the next week or so.
Alright now onto the important stuff. I have listened to everyone I could about the subject of futanari being included in this story and, unsurprisingly, the vote is split 50/50.
Many of you want this to stay female/female with no penises involved, which is completely understandable. I am, after all, writing to an audience who came here to see female characters connect with female characters. The prospect of male extremities being added to characters is not one you would like to envision. You want sexual situations to be natural, occurring between female characters who appear just as god made them.
And then there are others who would not mind the idea of a female character being penetrated by a futanari character. Who would even go so far as to plead for me to include it, in reviews and on my personal message board.
I was at an unsettling impasse until someone, a FanFic reader named Yuri-Hime-Chan, made a suggestion that might have solved my problem for me. You saw it in this chapter, in fact. Hermione's tail. Why that thought had escaped me, I will never know. It's shocking since when you type Succubus into a search engine you get pictures of women with tails.
Anyway, I believe this will satisfy both parties because it is not a male extremity and it will allow more variety in sexual scenes, I.e. penetration etc. I have a vivid imagination and that will only be helped by having something else to play with, eh, so to speak. God, even writing that sounded terrible.
So, I am adding this to the possibilities for inclusion into the story, the options are;
A) Futanari
B) Normal sex scenes
C) Penetration by tail
The choice is yours once again. Simply send me a message or review and I'll add it to my tally.
Also, many of you might have questions as to what will happen to Hermione now that she has made another woman reach orgasm. Remember, that was the one thing Hermione needed to avoid because the Succubus could overcome her if she did something like that. Well, your answers to that questions will come soon.
As will the introduction of everyone's favourite BeauBaxton student (Not in the next chapter but the one after it) I feel like I have to mention her now because everyone is so desperate to see her. My personal messages are littered with questions about… her. Truthfully, she was supposed to show up in the fourth chapter of this story but I scrapped that plan for another. You'll see why her inclusion was delayed in the twelfth chapter, and hopefully you'll understand the need for the delay. It is something I have been toying with for a long time, and I think I finally have the idea sorted in my mind :D
Anyway, I've written far too much yet again. So I'll quickly mention when the next chapter will be published. The next chapter will be published in two to three weeks. I'm going to enjoy my upcoming holiday and relax for a little bit before writing again. But don't worry, the next chapter will be worth the wait as you will get to see one of the OC's in all her glory. Many of you will be happy to see her I am sure.
Reviews would be very much appreciated from any who offer them, and I should be able to respond to your review within the week.
Okay then, all the best guys and gals, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Byeeeeeeeeee
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P.S. To all those who have asked; my original story is going very well at the moment. The plan has been completed now, with the help of my co-writer, and we are thinking of writing it out during the holidays. Should be an interesting couple of weeks as the concept of the story is very different from this one and yet still has one small connection. That connection being the inclusion of a magical creature, in this case a Siren. I won't say anymore for fear of spilling my secrets out and having my idea stolen but I have high hopes for this story. Well I've kept you up to date now. I'll give you more info when any comes about :D
