Author's Note: Hey guys, hopefully if all goes well, you are reading this the same day as the previous chapter. Don't get used to getting two chapters very often, it's just that the chapter after this one is going to be a lot of fun. A lot of people have been asking for it, so I really want to write it! But, if you aren't reading this the same day, then I'm chatting a load of bollocks and ignore me! Hopefully!
I kind of wanted to get this chapter and the last chapter out of the way. Not that they aren't good, it's just they are pairings that people have already read and didn't really want to spend two weeks on two very similar chapters. It would really sap my desire to write the story. Especially considering what next week will be!
On to this chapter and we have the second load of makeup sex and hopefully it's goes as successfully as the last one. I think Hermione and Ron are one of the more complicated pairings and I really do hope I get it right. Let me know if I do or not and what you guys want to see!
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Chapter 29: Bow on Top
Sliding through the portrait, Ron walked into the Common Room. A couple days had passed since the Second Task and the thrill and excitement of the day had quickly bled back into the triviality of the normal school day. Ron and Hermione had had a brief chat before she went for a shower, disappearing for a couple days after. He hadn't seen her since then and had started to worry, the concern that the fleeting kiss they shared was simply born of passion and not out of an actual desire to get back together and work things out. Of course, Ron had soon learnt the luxury and frankly great boon that being sexually open amongst more than simply his girlfriend was. The Twins and his secret admirer had quickly proven that there was merit to experimenting, but even throughout those explicit sexual endeavours he found himself lacking in the emotional romantic element which led him to lusting after Hermione, silently realising that he had overreacted. But that was hardly the only problem with their relationship.
Walking into the Common Room, Ron instantly bowed his head, seeing Harry and Ginny sitting at the sofa, playing a game of exploding snap, the two giggling at each other. That had been the other unexpected event of the Second Task and whilst he could explicitly say that he was a fan of the other surprise, this one initially made his blood boil. However, Hermione quickly lessened the blow and after a long talk with Ginny and a shorter more… indirect conversation with Harry, he quickly came around to the idea. Not enough to love it, but enough to nod quietly whilst they galivanted around. He still hadn't figured out how to deal with them actually being a couple right in front of him, but by avoiding Ginny and her eyes, wandered over and smiled, "Hey…"
"Hey Ron. Hermione was looking for you. She went up to the Dorm to check if you were up there. I think she's still up there," Harry smiled, turning his attention away from the game for just a moment, allowing Ginny to sneak in and yell snap, securing another point much to Harry's dismay, "Right! Not fair!"
"Yes fair. I win! Shall we play something else just, so I can beat you again?" Ginny asked, giggling as she leant in and stole a kiss from Harry, Ron turning sharply away and becoming intimately fascinated with the opposite wall and it's incredible… redness… A quality his face bore with shining resemblance. Harry quickly pointed that out to Ginny, who desperate to continue plucked her lips away just long enough to suggest to Ron, "You really should go find Hermione. She really needed to talk to you and she's been up there a long time…"
"Er, yeah, you're right," Ron nodded, turning and walking towards the stairs, unexplainably intrigued enough to turn around and witness his best friend and his sister eating each other's faces off. Not staying long enough to watch their hands start to wander -not that they would go very far surrounded by everyone else in the common room- Ron bustled his way upstairs to the Dorm and walked through the door, dumping his bag down and looking up towards the bed with immediate and lustful surprise.
Hermione was on all fours, presenting her arse to the door, expecting and hoping Ron to be the one who entered. However, instead of her usual bookish and reserved attire, she was dressed as skimpily as she could be. She had opted for a red lacy bra, a garment that Ron could barely see but that he could quickly ascertain was a couple sizes too small for her, her breasts looking plump, luscious and massive as they almost threatened to spill out of the brassiere. Her bum was framed by a tiny g-string that hid nothing from the redhead as he ogled her practically nude body, his cock hardening rapidly in his trousers as he did so. Being on all fours, her arse cheeks parted slightly, her asshole on display covered only by a tiny red string. Her thick, hard and bulbous cock was not hidden from view, but instead held upwards and against her stomach by the thin swatch of cloth that would barely hide her nipple if she tried. And to wrap it all up, tied around her waist was a large red ribbon tied delicately in a big floppy bow. A present. And what a present indeed.
"Hermione? What… is this?" Ron asked, slowly sauntering over to the girl as she glanced behind herself and breathed a sigh of relief, the constrictive bra that was clamping down on her chest rendering her a little breathless. Wiggling her bum, she did her best to act sexy and sultry, unwittingly shaking the bow so that it slipped underneath her. Clumsily fixing it, she blushed as Ron propped himself up on a nearby bed, bemused.
"It's an apology… You can do whatever you want with me," Hermione purred, putting emphasis into her voice, but coughing a bit of the way through before clarifying, "Well within reason, nothing to freaky. Well, I'm open to freaky stuff, just don't suddenly spring them on me."
"I need to apologise as well, but I don't have my comically large bow on me at the moment," Ron mocked, those words being all the words that Hermione needed to give up on the idea. It was a stupid idea that she had been brewing in her mind for the past few days, diligently collecting what she needed whilst inadvertently distancing herself from Ron. Flopping to one side, she rolled onto her back and sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at Ron as she pulled the strings of the bow, "Not that I don't appreciate all this, it's just a little… weird?"
"I thought I should do something, you know, special? I made a mistake. What kind of girl asks her boyfriend to let her go and shag other people? That was way out of line and fully expect you to not want me back after doing all that, but I just… I miss you," Hermione explained, her voice getting carried away as she readjusted her bra, gulping in a massive uncomfortable breath.
"I missed you too. Admittedly, it was a pretty ludicrous thing to ask. And I didn't handle that conversation brilliantly," Ron admitted, noticing Hermione's discomfort, her bra almost threatening to snap as she moved it back into place, "And I get why you wanted to be more open like that. I just thought that by wanting other people, you weren't… you know… happy with me."
"No, no, no! That wasn't it at all!" Hermione said, staggering across to the bed that Ron now sat upon, her g-string unseating itself and allowing her cock to flop forwards, the underwear becoming entirely useless, as opposed to next to useless, "It was the opposite. I was happy with you. I just wanted to be the best. I thought in some misguided way that you'd not want to be with me if I didn't know how to give a good blowjob or look sexy. I thought that that stuff was important, and I wanted to learn so that I could be that sexy girl that everyone wants."
"I just wanted you… And trust me, even a bad blowjob is a good blowjob," Ron smirked, Hermione sympathising, knowing full well from experience that skill was simply an added luxury to an already excellent thing, "And I do have to say that maybe it's alright if we… experiment with other people. I think if we are both confident that we want to be with each other, then surely we can be big enough people to keep to that regardless of who we stick our dicks into on occasion."
"A crude, but surprisingly romantic observation. And I do want to be with you," Hermione clarified, resting her arm of his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her, the pair embracing for a moment as they finally found themselves back together, Hermione stifling a grunt as her chest tightened.
"I want to be with you too," Ron smiled, holding her close, knowing that she was dying to take it off something that he was in full support of. However, he quietly relished her discomfort before pulling away and smiling at her with a cheeky smirk, "You take that off now."
"Oh, thank Merlin!" she exclaimed reaching behind herself and undoing the clasp, the bra practically flinging of her body as he fell to the floor, the imprint of the garment left on her skin, her breasts and her, breathing a sigh of relief. Her hands groped and pulled at her plump tits, readjusting them and massaging them back into full figure after the unbelievable tightness, Ron all the while laughing at her ready eagerness to be rid of such a seductive bra. Groaning, she turned to Ron and giggled herself, brushing her hair behind her eyes and smiling, "This isn't as sexy as I thought it was going to be."
"I'll be honest, I don't know what you expect me to do? I mean… Sure, it's a kinky sight, but what am I supposed to do with it?" Ron asked. It was true. I mean, the intention was obvious. It was supposed to be a sexy little present for him, but when it came to him enjoying the present, he didn't really know what to do. Was he supposed to fuck her, lick her? Spank her? Sweep her up in his arms? It was a really sexy proposition, but not one that he was thrilled to explore. I mean, it's a bit weird.
"Well… I imagined that you'd walk in and see me and slowly… start… to strip…" Hermione purred, realising that she didn't have to abandon her apology attempt. Sure, they had had the talk, but she had spent days organising this and had subsequently went days without relief. And there was no way they were just going to walk back downstairs hand in hand. Each of her words were enunciated by her hands starting to undress Ron. First, she undid his robes, pulling them up over his head, before pulling his tie away and tossing it to one side. Smiling, Ron let his hands wander over her body, gently feeling the warmth of her skin and stifling a moan as he imagined the various compromising positions and things they were going to do. It was so exciting. For once, they were actually having sex and not just having a quick shag. He could feel the intimacy. It wasn't just for her relief. It was nice. Pulling his shirt over his head, Hermione quickly unbuckled his trousers, pulling everything down towards the ground and freeing his thick, throbbing cock, an eager smile etching itself across her face. Before she could lean in and swallow his cock, something that she expected him to want, Ron lifted her up and sat her on his lap, straddling him, their cocks grinding together as she leaned in and kissed him.
"And then what?" Ron asked in between kisses, their lips battling one another before Hermione pushed him backwards onto the bed. Reaching down, she ripped the thin fabric of her panties and tossed them to one side, before slowly inching up the bed. She was aware Ron preferred a firmer hand as she had prepared herself with her trusty notebook, now avidly taking it as written gospel. And so, whilst she had initially rendered herself submissive, she quickly turned that more kinky and dominant side of herself on as she grinned salaciously at the boy, Ron eagerly smiling up at her as she inched closer and closer to his face.
"You'd choose between my ass or my cock," she purred, her cock inching closer and closer to his face, the tip sliding along his lips as he parted them just enough to sneak in a quickly lick, Hermione biting her lip as he did so. Leaning backwards, she wrapped her own hand around his cock, gently jerking him off and forcing him to breathe a pleasurable moan along her cock as her shaft gently slapped itself along his face.
"What exactly would my choice get me? What am I deciding between?" Ron asked, knowing full well the obvious difference between the choice, but was sexily asking as to what would be done with the choice he made. Leaning forwards, she snaked her hand through his hair and firmly tugged his head forwards, Ron grunting pleasurably as she did so.
"Which one you'd rather be smothered by…" Hermione purred, dragging her cock back and forth across his face, Ron groaning at the pure and simple eroticism of the moment, his lips and face being used to grind against by Hermione's cock. The tables quickly turned, and Ron was more than happy for it with the submissive being the role that made his cock twitch delectably.
"Ass definitely," Ron breathed, not even having to think about it as he breathed those words. His eyes had rolled closed, turned on by deliciousness of his current situation. He felt her lift his cock away from his face and felt Hermione turn around. Looking up, he was met with her round, plump arse in all it's delicious and sumptuous glory. Before he could utter a word, Hermione dropped herself down onto his face, plunging his mouth and nose In between her cheeks, his face smothered by her soft, plump cheeks, the boy pinned firmly between the bed and her delectable arse, something that set both their cocks twitching between their legs. Adjusting herself slightly, but not enough to give Ron any relief (not that he wanted any) from being smothered by her delectable arse. His hands wrapped around her thighs, pulling her further down, her cheeks squashing his cheeks as his tongue darted forwards, desperately searching for the pleasure haven that was her hole. Helping him slightly, she adjusted herself so that he asshole sat directly above his lips before forcing herself downwards, his lips pressed snugly against her tight, constricted bum.
Lunging forwards immediately, Ron plunged his tongue deep into her arse, Hermione gasping and falling forwards, her hands resting on his stomach to support herself. Wriggling deeper and deeper into Hermione's well-exercised arse, he darted back and forth, his tongue animated in its exploration of her ass, eagerly delving along each silky wall of rear entrance in search of her prostate, knowing that was the key to making the girl above him squirm. Pulling her down onto his tongue, her forced it as deep as he could inside her ass, wriggling it back and forth, revelling in Hermione's movements. She had started to move back and forth, gently grinding her arse downwards begging for more pleasure as Ron's tongue explored her ass. It was sensational. Obviously, he had used his time away from her to practice. She was well aware of his exploits with the Twins and Lavender Brown of all people and imagined that they cultivated his tongue into such a skilled and precise tool that he was expertly weaving through her bum until he finally found her prostate, his tongue attacking it with enough fervour to cause Hermione to audibly squeal.
Her lips fell permanently open as she moaned loudly and constantly, his tongue stretching to run along her entire prostate. The new position of sitting on his face allowed him some appreciated depth and where most people licking someone's ass would only graze the very edge of their prostate with their tongue, Ron was able to massage and play with the entire pleasurable morsel, his tongue lavishing it with subtle licks and movements, all to Hermione's extreme pleasure. One of her hands wrapped around her own cock, jerking herself off slowly and steadily, the increased attention to the most pleasurable spot in her arse milking her cock of all the pre-cum. It began to bead and roll down her moving fist swiftly, her hand moving swifter and swifter as more and more lubrication turned her cock to a glossy shimmer. Ron's cock was winking at her, but she wanted to hold off on savouring his length, wanting to savour his tongue herself before pulling him away from the incredible job he was doing.
"Fuck!" Hermione squealed, the pleasure almost being too intense as he built up a rhythm, constantly moving his tongue in the most pleasurable and delightful way. Pulling his tongue backwards, he caused her to gasp, her body relaxing for a moment as the intense and constant pleasure of having her prostate licked ceased. Her body fell forwards slightly, her arse leaning upwards slightly, relieving the smothering nature. Grabbing her hips, Ron pulled her backwards slightly, his view once again occluded by her soft expanse of flesh, a sight he relished and loved for every second. Gently swaying his tongue back and forth, he stretched her tight ring a little, her moans become low and shallow breaths as she slowly recuperated, her body developing a thin layer of sweat from the wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her. Before she could get comfortable, Ron plunged deep inside once more, resuming his intense licking of her button and causing her to tense up once more, sucking her stomach in as her breath was taken away, moans becoming brief, but deep as she breathed, "Oh! Yeah… Mmm… ugh… oh fuck… yeah, there! Ah…"
Spurred on by Hermione's eager moans, Ron did just that, feeling her writhe against his face, starting to properly ride him as if that was all he was there for. His tongue was her own personal toy to impale and play with and that made his cock simply sing with pleasure. The moans that came through his moan barely grazed her prostate, but still sent her forwards, her lips coming closer and closer to Ron's cock as the ever-present allure of a thick, veiny shaft loomed nearer and nearer. She couldn't hold of any long, letting go of her cock and gently grinding it across Ron's chest as she rode back and forth on his face, making sure to sexily slap her bum down onto his face, smothering him as he clearly loved. Reaching out, she rewarded him, wrapping her hand around his cock and gently starting to stroke it back and forth, instantly receiving gratification as more moans rippled through her arse adding to the sumptuous and orgasmic pleasure she was already experiencing. Gasping in response, she sped her jerking up, milking Ron's cock for more moans which subsequently added to her pleasure.
Leaning forwards, she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, dribbling saliva across his already pre-cum slick cock and instantly starting to jerk it off, smearing and spreading it across his bulbous tip. She quickly decided that she would have to impart some of Harry's tendencies on to Ron and get him to shave the nest of hair that he had let grown unwieldy but decided that was a discussion best kept for a while down the road. Instead, she plunged her lips down his shaft, surprising even Ron as he pushed his head up, letting a deep groan of pleasure ripple through Hermione's asshole. Taking half his cock into her mouth and throat without hesitation, Hermione exercised some of the abilities that Krum had managed to instil in her, moaning eagerly around his cock as she did so. After the halfway mark, she began to gag and splutter, but she quickly pushed past that, forcing her throat harder down her beloved's cock, pushing through by sheer force of will. Her throat clenched, but eventually, she pressed her lips against his wild nest of hair, her nose buried in his balls as her tongue danced eagerly around the base of his shaft.
Knowing that if Ron continued his diligent work on her arsehole she would be coming quicker than she wanted to, Hermione lifted her ass up, giving Ron a chance to breathe properly. He only had a second as Hermione's cock sprung into his field of vision and he instantly knew her intent. She thrust downwards, hoping to impale his mouth and with some luck and Ron's lip moving to eagerly accommodate, she pushed her cock into his mouth, her thrust ignoring the limits of his throat and simply burying itself deep within his throat. Pushing downwards, she pushed her hips into his throat until she felt her crotch pressed snugly against his lips, her entire length lodged inside his throat just as his entire length was pushed inside hers. Ron instantly wrapped his hands around her grasping her bum cheeks and pulling her downwards, all the while pawing eagerly at her soft round bum. Moaning into each other's cocks, it was Hermione that took charge, gently starting to thrust up and down, pounding Ron's mouth as if it was his arse, hammering back and forth with eager slurps and slopping slaps filling the room.
Hermione took a slower and more lavish approach to Ron's cock, slowly drawing her lips back along his shaft before gently sliding it back in. She managed to get a dozen thrusts into Ron's throat in the time it took her to lazily drag her lips up and down Ron's cock. Her blowjob however was laden with subtle movements with her tongue, delicately and sexily attending to his engorged cock head whilst she pounded clumsily into his clutching and spasming throat, saliva bubbling out his mouth and dribbling down his cheeks and chin. Moans travelled from one mouth, through the other's cock and from their mouth back into the other's shaft, creating a perverse and immensely pleasurable ring of deepthroat that had both of them racing towards their orgasm. Continuing to jerk his cock off whenever it wasn't lodged in her luscious throat, Hermione lowered her other hand to his balls, giving them a soft and playful squeeze every now and again, using them to illicit a subtle and deep groan of pain from Ron with reverberated through her cock, pre-cum pouring from her tip directly into his stomach.
Ron, whilst revelling in Hermione's more dominant nature, was not one to be outdone, his hands grasping Hermione's ass cheeks and peeling them apart, a finger resting itself against her puckered, but lubricated, bum hole. Her thrusting hips made it difficult to worm it in, but as soon as he slid the tip inside, her momentum carried the rest of it inside, the digit lodging itself deep into her arse and causing her to slow her thrusts, groaning at the added pleasure. Plucking her lips from his cock, she moaned loudly, slowing her thrusts to accommodate for the added pleasure. As she pulled out of Ron's throat, she impaled herself on his fingers, the boy quickly adding a second digit to elicit more sumptuous pleasure from the girl. And as she pushed back into his throat, the fingers wormed their way out, the girl fucking herself as she fucked his throat. Ron made careful attention to curl his fingers, trying to rub and graze her prostate, but found it to difficult to accurately attack the sensitive bud, instead opting to try and push as deep as possible into the young girl's rear end.
Pulling her lips entirely away from his cock, Hermione focussed on not cumming to early, her cock tingling inside Ron's throat, begging to be allowed to unload. Moaning, she slowed her thrusts savouring the slightest movement as even the smallest shift sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Flinging her hair back, she bit her lip and tried to ignore the urge to squeal, her hand finding her breast and gently massaging the sensitive mound, all the while her other hand eagerly jerked Ron's cock. Conceding to the fact that she couldn't fight her orgasm for ever, Hermione decided to go all in. Breathing heavily, she dropped her hands down onto the bed either side of Ron's hips and steadied herself. Building herself quicker and quicker, she started to slam her hips down into Ron's throat again and again, faster and faster moaning louder and louder as she sped up. Pounding back and forth, her body was forced through wave after wave of pleasure, her arse spasming sumptuously one moment, before her cock took over, twitching deep within his throat.
However, that wasn't what pushed Hermione over the edge. Although she was steadily building towards her release, it was Ron who slipped a third finger inside her that pushed her into the realm of climax. Gasping, she felt her cock spasm and unload deep into Ron's mouth, several longs strands of built up cum being deposited deep into Ron's stomach. Although he didn't necessarily have the option to swallow it, he would have done so with glee. A little begrudged by not being able to taste it as she unloaded, Ron diligently continued to finger her ass even as she ground to a halt, his sawing fingers plunging deep inside her being what milked the last few drops of cum down into his throat, her cock slowly softening even as his tongue darted back and forth. Letting go of Hermione's hips, Ron lay there waiting for her to slide off, the girl breathless from the climax that shuddered through her body. Reclining against the headboard, Ron steadily began to jerk his cock off as Hermione recovered, the boy in danger of relieving himself simply by watching her sweat glistening chest rise up and down. As anyone would…
"I'll have to thank the twins for that…" Hermione breathed, pushing herself up onto her elbow and smirking at Ron. The fact that Ron hadn't told Hermione about them didn't even cross his mind as he chuckled in response, continuing to stroke his shaft even as Hermione's cock began to harden. Rolling onto all fours, she presented her well lubricated and stretched arse to Ron, giving him a gentle wiggle before purring, "Although it seems you didn't get much out of it… Care to take me for a ride?"
"I thought girls couldn't get pleasure out of being topped?" Ron asked, a smirk on his lips as he rolled onto his knees and slid slowly towards Hermione's arse, the girl suddenly bowing her head, her cheeks turning bright red as she was called out on her lie.
"Sorry… I didn't… I… Well… I didn't want to. Okay, I don't know what to say. It was a spur of the moment thing, sorry if it, you know made things difficult. Sorry," Hermione pleaded, fumbling through her words as Ron smiled behind her. He didn't really mind. Not that much. Sure, it stung when Padma revealed the truth, but then again, he swiftly became balls deep in the Indian woman.
"What are you going to do to make it up me?" Ron asked cheekily, Hermione clicking and pushing her rear end backwards into Ron's cock, grinding his thick length up against her asshole. Grinding her ass against his cock, she glanced behind her with a salacious smirk.
"Well there is the obvious? I have been a naughty little girl…" Hermione purred, Ron groaning as she flipped the tables, playing the submissive. Ron wasn't averse to the idea of switching the roles and the way Hermione went about suggesting it played to that simple perverse desire within him. And then as he reached down and adjusted his cock so that it rested against her glossy, saliva slick arse, Hermione purred, "I think I need to be punished…"
"And what punishment would be fitting do you think?" Ron said sternly, slowly pushing forwards, his cock easily sliding into Hermione's bum, the girl moaning loudly as he did so, gently pushing back with her own arse and eagerly impaling herself on his thick bulbous length, until she could feel the bristles of her pubic hair rubbing against her soft, creamy arse.
"I think you need to turn my arse cheeks as red as these ones," Hermione smiled, biting her lip as she wiggled her ass, the pair groaning as that simple movement sent ripples of delicious pleasure through both their bodies. Pointing to her rich red cheeks, flush with embarrassment, Ron took the hint smiling lustily as he did so. Grabbing Hermione's hips, he thrust into her ass a few times, adopting a swift and rough stride, Hermione quickly taking control and bouncing her ass back and forth, sliding herself up and down his cock and allowing him to take a more intimate approach with the treatment her rear end deserved. Running his hands along her soft flesh, Ron watched as her hole flexed and tightened around his cock, her bum bouncing back and forth whilst filling the room with gentle and audible smacks as their balls collided and her cheeks pressed softly against his crotch. Pulling and pawing at her ass, Ron teased her, gently rubbing the flesh, taunting her with the threat of a sharp spank. Hermione wasn't keen on being submissive, but quite enjoyed the prospect of a spanking. It was a bizarre fantasy that she never really indulged because pain could hardly elicit pleasure, but in the few occasions where one of her partners took the liberty to playfully slap her flesh, she found the sting to be almost sensual in the way it accentuated her pleasure.
And then the first slap came, the sharp spank echoing through the dorm room as Hermione gasped audibly, her lips hanging open. Her flesh burned beneath his strike, the pain shrouding the sensation of having her prostate massaged only to bleed away and send her into a euphoric haze. She slowed her soft backwards bouncing for a moment, biting her lip as Ron pawed and pulled at her soft, plump flesh. Building herself back up into the rhythm of pushing her bum back and forth, the pair groaning. Ron watched eagerly as her pale and creamy arse began to burn a bright and rich red, her flesh adorned with a lustful scarlet hue. Lifting his hand, he spanked her other cheek, his hand print lingering for a moment as Hermione adjusted, her bouncing slowing down once more, not to a halt, but enough so that she could clear her head and focus on the pain rippling through her ass. Ron was encapsulated by the way her flesh bounced, quickly learning why Parvati and Padma loved to spank him and watching as her flesh bounced and jiggled with each rough and sharp slap.
Lifting both his hands, he roughly spanked her again, Hermione groaning pleasurably as the sting surged through her skin, the initial pain becoming less and less as her red raw bum became more and more acclimatised to the rougher treatment. In between spanks, which Ron used sparingly for fear of hurting her more than intended, Ron ran his hands to her hips roughly sliding his cock harder inside her, Hermione moaning in response, her hands latching onto her breasts and gently squeezing the sensitive mounds, trying to flood her body with more and more pleasure as she flung herself back at Ron's cock, impaling herself again and again, all the chorus of heavy rhythmic slaps and spanks, her arse singing with sublime pleasure. Her other hand reached down to her cock, wrapping clumsily around her shaft. The forcefulness of the hard fucking made it difficult to get a steady grip, pre-cum spilling down an onto her palm as she stroked herself as best she could, her orgasm building once again.
Roughly spanking her again and again, slapping her cheeks roughly and I quick succession, Ron finally stopped his spanking, adjusting his position so that he was laid across Hermione's back, his cock submerged in it's entirety inside her. Groaning at the sensation of being full, Hermione glanced to her left, sneaking a quick kiss in with Ron before he began to move back and forth, pounding her tight little hole with deep and hard thrusts, the smacking sounds of his rough fucking filling the room, his hands sliding around to take a grip on her breasts, each hefty handful filling his palm perfectly as he squeezed and pulled at the soft flesh. Moaning, Hermione let Ron do his thing, her head falling to the covers below her, burying her cheek in the soft fabric, moaning softly as Ron's fingers found her nipples and the boy started to afford them the same rougher treatment as before.
Gripping the nipples in between his thumb and forefinger, he roughly twisted them, Hermione gasping as he did so. Pushing backwards, she forced herself up onto her knees, Ron's body pressed behind her as he humped at her bum, his fingers working across her nipples, gently tweaking them before sharply pulling them, the pleasure and pain fluctuating in the most bizarre yet pleasurable way. Grinding her ass against Ron's crotch, their fucking quickly became a couple bursts of quick hard thrusts followed by grinding and fondling each other for a few moments, the pair relishing having their bodies back under the other's control, rubbing and moving in the simplest ways, yet divining the most intense and orgasmic pleasure from each of them. The upright position allowed Ron to thrust upwards, his cock curving inside her and pushing itself against her prostate in the most sensational of ways.
"You like that? Making me your bitch? Spanking me?" Hermione moaned as Ron's lips nibbled at her neck, his hands starting to spank and slap her breasts, Hermione grinning in response. Grinding her ass back into Ron, she snaked her hands around Ron's neck, turning her head slightly to gently kiss his cheek as he rutted against her. She knew who she was having sex with. And whilst Ron was revelling in the momentary catharsis of dominating Hermione and making her pay for the rather large lie she told him, he lusted after a different pleasure, much preferring for the roles to be reversed. And she was going to make every lustful and deep desire in that boy come to light. After perusing her notebook, she had some idea of what would make Ron squirm with delicious pleasure and whilst he enjoyed the pleasure of bending her over and using her, she was going to make him squeal.
Pushing Ron backwards, Hermione rolled off the bed and strolled over to where she had stashed her clothing. Confused, Ron followed only to be quickly pulled back towards the bed by strange leather tendrils. Hermione had plucked her wand and with a simple swish, the skilled witch conjured up two leather ropes that bound Ron's arms to the head of the bed, the boy confused at first, but welcoming the sudden change with a soft smile, "Oh this getting a little kinkier than I expect…urgh…"
"Hush now… I'm in charge. Just how you want it, eh? Enough of this powerplay, switching back and forth. Let's cut to what my little bitch boy wants. Is that right?" Hermione smirked, casting another spell to silence Ron's cocky remark, a large strap of leather gagging him as he laid restrained against the bed. His eyes spoke it all and whilst Hermione was a little hesitant to start dominating without formal and explicit consent, the begging look in eyes and exhilarated grin on his gagged face suggested this is what he wanted. And she was more than happy to comply. Nodding dutifully, Ron looked up at her as she clambered onto the bed and straddled his chest, her cock slapping itself across his face as he looked up at the sultry woman dominating him and silently exploded inside, his cock twitching at the prospect of fulfilling his fantasy, even in the slightest and tiniest of ways.
Reaching down to Ron's nipples, she gently rubbed them, bringing them to stiff and erect peaks before sharply twisting them harder than she would normally do, Ron's back arching as he breathed sharply inwards. Letting his nipples go, she gently slapped them before twisting them again, the pink nubs burning a similar red to her ass. There was something cathartic about it all, being dominant and having someone's body lain before her to do as she pleased with. It was almost overwhelming for the young girl, Hermione being unsure as to what she should do and being left without any clear path. What do you do to someone, when you can do anything you want? Continuing to play with his nipples a little, Hermione drew her wand once more and cast the same charm, only around Ron's feet, binding them together and lifting them towards the roof of the bedspread. His ass was on fully display, his cock dribbling pre-cum down onto his stomach as Hermione unsaddled him strutted around to the end of the bed coming face to face with his tight little arse.
His cheeks fell open perfectly, his flexing hole winking at Hermione as she leaned forwards and rested the tip of her wand against his hole. Slowly, but surely, it pushed through inside him, Ron's groaning audibly as the thin tip eased itself inside him. In a strange twist of fate, it was more uncomfortable than even the thickest cock he had had up there. The rigidness of it rearranged his ass as it pushed inside whereas a cock would follow the contours of his rear entrance. But in saying that, as more and more of the wooden shaft pushed inside him, he began to moan, especially as it slid against his prostate, gently poking and prodding the sensitive bulb of flesh. That was where she stopped, the wand pushing forwards just enough to prod his prostate again and again, Hermione pull the wand back and forth watching eagerly as Ron moaned sharply with each simple touch. She had been practising with her wand for a while and with a rather simple incantation, she removed her hand, the wand continuing to ease in and out. It was a tricky spell to maintain, but eventually, she had it seamless, the wooden shaft fucking Ron of its own volition, Hermione controlling he speed and roughness of it's movements, keeping them slow and methodical at first.
With her wand indisposed, Hermione used her hands to untie Ron's feet, keeping them bound together, but lowering them down to the bed, keeping her wand moving in and out of him but giving her unrestricted access to his cock, the object of her next desires. For as much as she loved to fuck someone, the intimate fuck between her and Ron was the best part of the whole evening and she wanted that cock back inside her. Straddling his shaft, she hovered above his cock, adjusting it so that her arse was ready to impale itself on the thick length. Slowly sliding down, she moaned loudly, Ron's moans being muffled but still audible. She sank the entire length inside her without any effort, grunting as her bum cheeks rested against his legs. Throwing her hair back, she smiled at Ron and purred, "You're mine. I'm going to use your cock for my pleasure and my pleasure only. If you cum without me saying, I'll make sure you learn to never do that again. Understood?"
Nodding, Ron watched, unable to move as Hermione began to ride him, the girl drifting off into her own realm of pleasure, his cock simply becoming a toy and a means to an end, her cheeks bouncing and clapping together as she rode him at her own speed. The previous fuck was one of the most sensual things Ron had experienced and naturally, his cock was on the edge, readying to explode deep inside her. Knowing that if he unloaded now, Hermione would be diligent in her punishment, Ron gritted his teeth and held out, even as her wand continued to poke at his prostate, rhythmic and constant bursts of pleasure surging through his body. She knew how close he was to his end and was silently hoping that he would let loose and cum deep inside her, affording her the opportunity to really punish him. However, she had no idea what she was going to do to make him learn. As much as she loved to be dominant, she really didn't take to it as naturally as she would have thought. Sure, pounding and fucking Krum in the woods was one of the best things she had done, but these more controlled and bondage-based fucks were way out of her depth.
Bouncing eagerly up and down, Hermione moaned, her hands fondling her breasts as she tried to look as sexy as possible, hoping that Ron would finally unload. Increasing her bounces, she started to slam her hips down, her arse crashing against Ron's legs and echoing through the room, his muffled groans becoming more and more restrained and tense. His cock was incredibly sensitive, practically on the edge of relief as she used him for her own pleasure. He could feel the pressure building in his balls as her ass pushed into them again and again. He could swear she was tightening and clenching herself in an attempt to make him cum quicker, but Ron was adamant to withstand it. Even as his body began to glow with a glossy layer of sweat, he held off, watching happily as Hermione's hand wrapped around her own cock and starting jerk herself off rapidly, hopefully bringing her nearer and nearer to her orgasm and subsequently his. Every time he thought he had it under control, the wand inside his ass would speed up slightly, Hermione doing wandless magic effortlessly whilst still being impaled on Ron's cock, her own prostate pouring pleasure out and across her body as she inched closer and closer.
Her previous orgasm had left her body a little more sensitive, her cock being far more pleasurable to the touch. And as much as she wanted to hold out and wait for Ron to cum first so that she could punish him, she simply couldn't. Bouncing up and down, she felt her cock explode in her hand, showering Ron's stomach with cum. As soon as the first drop of cum landed on his stomach, Ron let go, breathing heavily into the gag and relaxing his entire body, his cock twitching and spasming inside Hermione, pumping the young girl to the brim with a long pent-up orgasm, moaning and groaning constantly. Swept away with the euphoria of the moment, Hermione didn't care, letting his cum hard and deep inside her, the pleasure outweighing her desire to punish him. She was just happy to have him back. Bouncing up and down on his cock a few more times, Hermione milked both her and him dry before rolling off him and retrieving her wand from Ron's arse. Wiping it down, she cast a few quick spells, freeing Ron and letting him breath as he sat on the end of the bed looking up at her.
"That was intense…" Ron breathed as Hermione slid down beside him, resting her head on his shoulder, a soft smile etching itself across her face as Ron caught his breath, "I mean like more intense than usual, it was properly. Wow… It was definitely something…"
"Yeah… What a way to get back into a relationship, eh?" Hermione smirked, feeling Ron pull away and look at her with a quizzical and confused looked, one that made Hermione roll her eyes and laugh inside.
"We're getting back together? I mean, I definitely want to, I just wasn't sure this was like… us getting back together and all. I mean, that sounds great," Ron stammered through her words, Hermione wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a deep passionate kiss.
"I forgot how slow you can be. Just a tip, if your ex-girlfriend ties a big bow around her arse and lets you use her however you want, then dominates you, it might just be a small hint," Hermione smirked before pushing Ron back onto the bed, straddling his waist as their cocks once again began to harden.
Author's Note: Hope you guys all enjoyed that! Let me know if you did. I'm always a little unsure about how I write Ron and Hermione; as a pairing and as characters. It's one of the ones that I always feel ends up a bit confused. Hopefully I got right, let me know and all.
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And finally, next week! Something we have all been waiting for, the Ring must be retrieved, vengeance must be had and just how many cocks could Pansy Parkinson conceivably take up her arsehole? All that at and more next week! Till next time!