When midnight finally rolled around, there were only so many witches and wizards lingering on the dance floor. Most of the younger students had returned to their dormitories sometime around 10pm, leaving the older ones to dance to their hearts content. By this point, many girls had shirked their sky-high heels in favour of bare feet whilst others had forgone their fancy hair-dos to simply tie up their sweaty locks.
When The Weird Sisters finally finished playing, their last note echoing throughout the Great Hall, everyone gave a last, loud round of applause and started to wind their way out into the entrance Hall. Many people were expressing how they wished that the Ball could have gone on longer as they farewelled their dates before returning to their accomodations.
All except a few. Hermione had pulled Padma (plus a Beauxbatons lad she had snagged) and Viktor over to where the rest of her coven, their dates and a few others stood outside on the glittering lawn. All-in-all, there seemed to be about fourteen-odd students, ranging from Beauxbatons, Hogwarts and Durmstrang."Hello witches" Lila greeted the gathered students with her arm looped through her date's arm, "Mia, we ready?"
"Of course" Hermione smiled conspiratorially.
"Well, c'me on then, what are we waiting for?" Charlotte grinned, leading the pack down to the Forbidden Forest where the afterparty had been set up.
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It didn't take long for the coven to traverse the Forest even in the darkness. Witches pulled their dates along by the hand, making sure that they didn't fall over in the night and soon enough, the group found themselves standing in front of the gnarled roots of an upturned Nemeton tree deep within the Forest.
"You know what they call this place, don't you?" Hermione questioned silkily as the group came to a stop in front of the large roots. "The Devil's doorway. They say the roots in the Forest run so deep, they'll take you all the way down to Hell"
"Ahem" Coughed Lila's date, "I don't know about this, man. This is starting to feel really freaky to me"
"Now boys, don't go getting scared on us!" Sophie teased.
"I just don't wanna…break my neck tripping in the dark" Tried another.
"Are you a wizard or not?" Emilia taunted as the girls began to melt into the shadows of the large tree, pulling some of the other (non-coven) witches with them, until only Charlotte remained beside Hermione.
"Well?" Hermione tilted her head in question. Laughter echoed up from behind her, like something out of a horror film.
"Maybe they are scared" Charlotte whispered, brushing aside a loose curl from Hermione's face. Next her hand ran down Hermione's bare arm, just a feather-light touch. Hermione met Viktor's hungry eyes as she smirked. "Maybe they're just scared little boys" Laughter continued to flow from the dark roots, even as multiple hands came out of the dark and wrapped themselves around the two witches and gently pulled them in.
It took a moment or two before the boys followed after them, some of them muttering a couple of curses as they tripped over themselves. Or at least until the witches took pity on them and several Lumos' burst to life. The girls easily moved through the dark tunnels as if they were dryads running through the woods, leaving the wizards to stumble behind them. Their joyous laughter seemed almost devilish and wicked as they descended, and their eyes gleaming bright in the dark; only illuminated by the floating balls of Lumos.
The cavern beneath the Nemeton was much larger than it appeared to be, possibly about the size of a classroom with high vaulting ceilings that imitated the Great Hall. Roots dangled above their heads and interwove themselves into the walls of the cavern like steel structures holding up a house. The earthen room had been decorated rather similarly to the coven's clearing with its floating lanterns/tables, bottles of booze lined up on earthen shelves and a transfigured couch or two hidden amongst fairy-lit roots.
Upon reaching the space beneath the Nemeton which had been cleared out and decorated for the afterparty, the students wasted no time in restarting the party. Muggle and Wizarding booze flowed like water as pounding music bounced against the hastily applied wards around the tree. Music blared out from the enchanted gramophone in the corner playing tunes that fitted easily into the environment which had been created by the otherworldly florals and magical enchantments around the place. Occasionally, a Wizarding or Muggle song would play, but the students were so plastered by this point that it didn't seem to matter.
The beat of the current song pounded in Hermione's ears and followed her heartbeat as she glued herself to Viktor; one hand occupied by her goblet of miscellaneous booze, the other trailing up and down the Bulgarian's arm, her nails occasionally scratching the skin as they danced. His arms were free of any goblet but his breath stank of alcohol as he pulled her closer and closer to him, the atmosphere around them heightening their desires and drowning out all logic.
Hermione lost herself to the pounding of the music, the touch of Viktor's hands on her skin, to the kisses on her neck, to the sweet alcohol on her tongue, to the magic in the air and arousal in her loins. For once, she tossed aside logic and lost herself in the moment, feeling herself and the wizard her cradled her close and forgot about those around her.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Emilia had already mounted her wizard and was bobbing up and down on his cock as he tilted his head back in pleasure. A little ways over, Padma had been pushed up against the wall of the cavern, her dress robes bunched around her waist as her date kissed her passionately. It only served to push Hermione further.
"Viktor…" She murmured dizzily tucking her head beneath his chin as she gripped tight to him for leverage. Hermione dropped her goblet in favour of encircling both hands around the Bulgarian's muscular upper arms. Mindlessly she noted that the room seemed to spin and tilt a little but it didn't worry her. In fact, it was nice, like she was on the precept of consciousness with all of her usual logic locked far away. It's nice, letting go, I should do it more often, really.
At some point the pair had moved further back up the tunnels until the rest of the party had been left behind. She half-remembered Viktor suggesting they find somewhere a little more private as the two emerged back out onto the main forest floor. It wasn't until she was thrust up against a fallen tree, that Hermione realised where they were. The sharp jolt against the rough bark awakened her just enough to for her to recognise that they had somehow managed to find themselves near the outskirts of the Forest where it met the Lake.
"палавница…" Viktor murmured against her neck. Moving back up to her face, he pressed his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. Hermione clutched him by the leather straps that ran across his chest like a harness. Angling her head slightly, Hermione pushed back against the kiss, meeting him in the passion.
Pulling back for breath, Hermione met the Bulgarian's hungry eyes as they danced in the moonlight that lazily drifted down through the canopy and danced upon the two in the Forest. A gentle hand caressed Viktor's face as they drifted forward once more. Viktor responded in full , and as soon as their lips touched once more, it felt like switch had been flipped.
His strong arms wrapped firmly around her waist whilst the other crawled up her skin to card itself through her now loose locks. His tongue ran the seam of her lips before plunging inside to wrestle with her own, until she gave in and let him have control.
His hands felt like fire on her skin. The fingers that he had on her waist were tightening so intensely that she expected them to leave delicious little marks behind. He devoured her like a starving man, and she couldn't help but respond just as roughly. There was a reason he called her "little minx"
Pushing her up against the fallen tree, he gripped tight to one of her legs and tugged it up to sling around his waist. The skirt of her dress bunched itself at the waist, allowing him access to her bare supple bare thighs and the lacy knickers she wore. She tightened her leg around him and sighed as her core rolled against his.
Viktor broke the kiss to trail his talented tongue and lips down her neck. He was breathing heavily by this point—they both were—and she could feel his hot breath blowing against her sensitive skin. Goosebumps trailed after his kisses, leaving behind a lovely little trail behind him. Her body shook with a shiver as he dragged his kisses back up towards her ear where it was hidden behind loose curls. His teeth tugged lightly at her ear lobe, her earrings twinkling as he did so.
"My палавница…" Viktor breathed. "Vant you…" Hermione moaned at his words and ground herself against his hardening bulge that was forming in his pants. Viktor sneered as he felt her body respond to his. "Feel dat, палавница?" He pushed his hard-on right onto her clothed heat.
"Viktor…" Hermione whined his name into his shoulder and he panted as he heard his own name fall from her delicate mouth. It had never sounded so heavenly before. Her fingers gripped against his broad shoulders, digging themselves into the layers of thick material as she tried to glue herself to him. Her core against his, wet against hard.
"Can you feel how hard you make me, палавница?" Viktor ground his caged cock upwards against her nearly translucent underwear. "I can feel your body moving against mine You want me too, don't you?"
Hermione panted at this and nodded her head enthusiastically. Her once smooth hair had returned to its usual frizzy state by this point, only kept back by the lopsided silver headband she wore. Sparks of accidental magic crackled within the tight curls and she revelled in the awesome pleasure of it.
Heat rolled off of each other as she and Viktor shared each other's bodies, rolling in waves of roiling heat, matched only by her own pulsing pussy, she practically purred at the feeling of it as she felt her teeth shift to the fangs of her animagus, felt her pupils blow wide, felt her sensed grew tenfold.
"Yes, I want you, Viktor…please…fuck, please don't stop" She moaned, grinding against his heat as he thrust up against her. He was breathing fiercely as he purred into her ear.
"I could take you right here, again dis tree. You'd like that, vouldn't you, палавница? It would be so easy, you know. All I'd have to do is push aside your panties, and I bet you'd already be vet and ready for me. Fuck, палавница…are you vet right now? I bet you're dripping, aren't you? I'd fuck you so hard. Fuck…have you'd ride me like a broom…!"
Viktor moaned as the head of his restrained cock thrusted right up against her lacy knickers, already soaked from her arousal and practically dripping in her wetness. His eyes clenched shut in pleasure, and all he heard was Hermione's sounds of enjoyment that she made as he rubbed his body up against hers. She was a moaning mess against him, and she felt more than heard the groan that fell from his lips at the control he had over her pliant body.
She nipped softly at the juncture between his neck and shoulder like a vampire searching for blood, her fangs danced along the skin as they barely dug into the flesh bared to her. Viktor couldn't take it much longer. He clearly wanted to strip her of the cumbersome dress and shag her against the tree, but some part of him was holding back, even drunk as he was.
He grasped tightly to Hermione's arse in both hands and squeeze roughly making her buck against him. He had to press her harder against the rough bark of the tree in order to make sure she wouldn't collapse onto the floor in her pleasure-induced daze. Eyelids fluttered as she encircled her arms around his neck and hung on.
Pleasure ran all throughout your body; from her head to her toes, brain to loins, her body radiated with it. Soon enough wonderful pressure began to build in her lower regions, and she increased her humping, intent on finishing even if it killed her. Beneath her, Hermione could feel Viktor's cock twitching in its confines.
Just before they lost it all, the two raised their eyes to meet each other fixated stare, unable to turn away. Hermione's cheeks had become flushed with red, almost matching the shade of her dress, and her lips were swollen from the passionate snogging. Her pupils had blown almost impossibly wide and her teeth elongated into fangs. Like a creature of the forest, she stared at him with unrestrained lustful hunger.
"Do you want me, палавница?" Viktor murmured, unable to move his eyes away from the sight in his arms. Her eyes widened at the question; even in her booze-muddled brain she seemed to register severity of the question. Suddenly her eyes squeezed shut as images of gorgeous fantasies came to mind.
"Yes! Yes…I…please…fuck me!" Hermione moaned wantonly, "Please! I'm so close…!"
Viktor couldn't take it any longer. The pair locked eyes again as his hips stuttered upwards and he thrust hard one last time before her mouth opened even wider , and she bit down hard onto his shoulder. He groaned deeply into her ear as she felt his cock pulse beneath her.
Tipping her over the edge, Hermione saw stars as she finally let go. Cum ran down her thighs and soaked through her knickers, landing on the crotch of Viktor's pants. Once the floodgates opened, all hell broke loose. Any restraint she once hold, disappeared as her thighs became coated in her cum, soon followed by the piss sloshing around in her bladder. She moaned long and loud as she soaked not only her underwear, but Viktor's well. Rivulets of piss stained his dark pants and seeped down onto his cock as well.
When the stream finally came to an orgasmic end, Hermione continued to bounce up and down in Viktor's grip as her mind was fogged over with overwhelming pleasure. She panted harshly in his ear as a second spurt of cum squirted down her thighs and mixed into the mess between them.
For a moment the two lay there in their mess, Hermione in Viktor's arms as they tried to regain their breaths. Pulling back from where her head had lain on his shoulder as she panted; she met his questioning gaze and slipped from his grip. Grinning like a loon, Hermione pawed at the button of his soaked pants, intent on more mischievous debauchery.