Hi, readers! Sorry for the long delay, I've been a bit busy these past weeks and not focused at all in fanfiction.
However, here it is, another chapter of almost pure smut but with a new twist I hope you enjoy.
Some of you have hoped for more 'plot' in this story, but I already explained that this story was never meant to bit shared, just a way to satiate my desire for Romione smut. However, some chapters hold more 'meaning' than others, and as we approach the end of sixth year, that'll be more noticeable. But, I insist, this story will continue being, for the most part, smut and fluff.
Anyway, you've waited enough, so enjoy!
Chapter 11
Quidditch Glory
"Ginny Weasley catches the Snitch and Gryffindor wins 430 to 110! Gryffindor wins the match and the Quidditch Cup for a second year in a row!" Waldo Snott, a Hufflepuff fourth year acting as commentator, yelled.
Ron grinned widely, throwing his arms up in victory. Jimmy Peakes, one of the Beaters, who was near him, flew towards him and they embraced, shouting. Then, arm in arm, went towards the centre of the pitch, where Ginny was flying in circles, her right arm up in the air showing everyone the golden snitch. Katie, Demelza and Ritchie Coote hugged her, shouting in celebration. Dean, who was playing due to Harry's absence, yelled, too, but refrained from embracing Ginny. It would have been a bit uncomfortable, Ron deduced, so he and Peakes went to him and clapped him on the back.
"Well done! Well done!" shouted Ron. "That last goal — amazing!"
"Thank you. You played superbly as well, mate," said Dean, grinning. "Good saves."
Together, the Gryffindor team fled around the stadium, receiving the cheers of the Gryffindors, while the Slytherins booed at them and the Ravenclaws just sat down, defeated.
Ron looked at the stands, seeking one person in particular, and, when he saw her, shouting, her beautiful face alight with happiness, he couldn't help it and threw her a kiss. Neville, who was sitting beside her, laughed, and Hermione blushed, a bit embarrassed, though her smile became even wider.
Finally, the team descended, and, after shaking hands with the Ravenclaw team, Dumbledore, who was at the school, gave Katie Bell, the acting captain, the cup. The stadium broke into applause once more. Then, the people in the stands began to invade the field, but Ron had eyes just for one person, and when she ran towards him and threw her arms around his neck, he hugged her back, lifted her body off the ground and spun around with her in the air, the two laughing happily.
"You played amazingly, Ron!"
"Thanks, love," he said, grinning at her, and she kissed him, right in front of the whole school.
"With such a prize, I'm entitled to do my best," he said, pleasurably flustered.
Hermione smiled at him and then whispered, "this is nothing. I'm planning on having a private celebration with you which I'm sure you'll enjoy much more."
Ron felt his cock twitch at her words and seductive tone.
"Bloody hell, hat sounds wonderful! Can we go now?" he asked eagerly.
Hermione laughed. "I think you should make an appearance at the common room, don't you think? At least to tell Harry the good news."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right. Though I'd rather have you naked."
"I can't wait, either," she muttered, her eyes full of lust. "It's the first time I see you play since we became a couple, and let's say I found it much more arousing than before," she confessed, her voice low and husky. Then she put her mouth next to his ear and whispered, "I'm so wet right now …"
"Fuck, Hermione!" he moaned. "Don't tell me those things if you really want me to go to the common room. The only thing I want is to take you to the changing rooms and ravage you in the shower."
"Mmh, that sounds so good …" she said, almost moaning.
"Come on, lovebirds, party in the common room!" Seamus yelled at them, making them put an end to their embrace, the both of them feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Wanker," Ron muttered.
"Go and get yourself presentable," Hermione told him with a nod towards the changing rooms. "I'll see you in the castle, okay?"
Ron nodded, gave her a peck on her lips and left with the rest of the team.
When, twenty minutes later, the team entered Gryffindor tower, the entire common room broke into very loud and happy cheers. The cup was there, in the middle of a table, surrounded by sweets and tarts and jars full of butterbeer and pumpkin juice.
"Gryffindor! Gryffindor! Gryffindooooooor!" yelled Seamus, getting on top of a chair and lifting the cup for everyone to see.
"Gryffindor! Gryffindor! Gryffindor!" chanted the rest of the house students. Hermione narrowed her eyes at Seamus, and Ron knew she was dying to tell him off for putting his shoes on a chair, yet she managed to restrain herself.
"Don't mind him, Hermione," Ron said, giving her a butterbeer and taking a sip of his pumpkin juice.
"He wanted to bring Firewhiskey!"
"Really?" Ron asked hopefully, looking around.
"Ron!" she admonished him, smacking him on his left upper arm. "There are very young students here!"
"Yes, yes, I know. Sorry," he said without conviction. "Well, you always can make him clean that chair afterwards, in case he got it dirty, instead leaving it for the elves," he suggested. "Now, let's celebrate!" he added in a much more cheerful voice.
Hermione stared at him, and he knew she was wondering whether he had said the bit about the elves just to appease her (which he had, though he believed in his own words). In the end, she smiled at him, clearly having decided he was being sincere, and gave him a quick kiss. "Okay," she said. "Let's pick some pumpkin juice, I'm thirsty."
"Oh, yeah, I'm absolutely parched. I'll grab a couple of bottles."
The party was in full, with everyone drinking, eating and talking animatedly or laughing when the portrait opened once more and Harry walked in, looking around.
"WE WON!" shouted Ginny at once, running at him, and, before he could just recover from the surprise, she was snogging him wildly, her arms around him. It took a couple of seconds for Harry to respond, but when he finally did he was eager, embracing her as passionately as she was embracing him. Ron shook his head, grinned at Hermione.
"I suppose the git deserves it," he commented cheerfully.
Hermione laughed and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I adore you, Ron Weasley."
"I know," he replied smugly, and took a long gulp of his drink.
"So — winners, then?" Harry asked, once Ginny had released him, a bright smile on his face.
"Yeah, mate. We absolutely trumped them. 430 to 110," Ron told him, his voice filled with pride.
"Whoa! Good job, all of you!"
"Thank you, Captain!" Peakes shouted, and the common room broke into yells of "Captain! Captain! Captain!" Harry smiled sheepishly.
Less than an hour later, Ron saw Ginny and Harry leave the common room, hand in hand. He was sitting on the couch with Hermione, drinking another bottle of pumpkin juice. Hermione looked flustered, the rosy colour on her cheeks adding to how beautiful she looked. She was radiant, and Ron couldn't keep his eyes off her. She noticed his stare and turned her head to look at him, beaming.
"You're so pretty," he told her, knowing no one else would hear, what with how people were shouting and laughing out loud.
Her expression turned a bit more serious, her bright eyes fixed on him. She grabbed his hand and stood up, pulling him with her.
"Let's go," she told him, and dragged him to the portrait.
"Ohhhh, snogging time for our Keeper!" Seamus shouted, causing laughs and wolf-whistles to erupt all around the common room. Ron's ears turned pink as he cursed Seamus inwardly. He noticed that Lavender, who was sitting next to Parvati, didn't look happy at all.
"Fuck off, Seamus!" he shouted at him. He had been a terrible boyfriend to Lavender, she didn't need his happiness thrown in her face.
The young couple exited the common room, and Ron let Hermione lead them, hoping they would go to the Prefect Bathroom again. They had gone back there two times and each of them had been brilliant. However, Hermione passed the stairs and continued along the hallway. Ron frowned.
"I thought we were going to the Prefects Bathroom …"
"No, Ginny and Harry are there."
"Oh, for Merlin's sake!" Ron groaned, shutting his eyes in disgust. "I didn't need to know that, Hermione!"
"Oh, don't be a such a child," she replied, rolling her eyes, and kept walking. It was when they reached a particular corridor that he understood where they were going.
"The Room of Requirement!" he shouted. "Why did I never think of this place?"
"That's what you've got a brilliant girlfriend for, don't you?" Hermione said, smiling teasingly at him.
Ron gave her one of his lopsided smiles. "Well, she really is brilliant, but right now I'm more interested in other — aspects of her," he replied, eyeing her lustfully.
"You mean in another parts of her body that are not her brain," she cleared with a smirk, and Ron laughed.
"Yeah," he admitted.
Still grinning, Hermione closed her eyes as she walked back and forth, and, soon, a door appeared. Ron and Hermione went in, and, while she closed the door, Ron examined what the room had turned into.
It looked like a bedroom, decorated in Gryffindor themes, with a very big and inviting bed on one side and a rather large bathtub on the other. Ron's mind immediately swarmed with images of what he could do to Hermione in there.
"Do you fancy a bath with me?" Hermione said seductively, giving him a coy half-smile as she moved into the room swaying her hips a bit. She still had her robes on, so the effect was not very noticeably, but Ron gulped, knowing full well what was under them.
"I already had a shower, remember?" he teased, his eyes fixed on her.
"Well, I didn't, so …" she said, and, unbuttoning her robes, still with her back to him, she let them fall to the floor and then turned round to face him.
Ron gasped in surprise. Hermione was only wearing her skirt and red bra trimmed with golden lace, Gryffindor colours. It accentuated her tits perfectly, making them look even better than already were.
"Bloody fuck …" Ron muttered, feeling his trousers tighten.
Hermione gave him a sultry look, and, with her eyes fixed on him, lowered the zip of her skirt and let it fall, revealing the tiny, matching panties she was wearing.
And they had the letters 'WEASLEY' emblazoned on the front.
"FUCK, HERMIONE!"
"Do you like them, Ron?"
"Merlin, yeah! Fuck, you're so hot …"
Hermione walked to the bathtub, the sway of her hips now perfectly noticeable. Fuck, her panties only covered half her bum, and Ron swallowed at the sight of her buttocks as she moved. Then she bent over, to open the taps, and Ron had to tighten his fists to control himself and not pounce on her and fuck her from behind.
She turned round once more and sat on the border of the tub, staring at him. "Ron, as I told you before, my panties are so wet … they're a bit uncomfortable right now. My cunt has been leaking for hours, seeing you …"
"Hermione …" Ron groaned, about to snap. "Take — take them off, then."
"But I can't," she said, in a feigned sad tone. "They've got your name on them, Ron. It means that what is underneath is yours and only you should uncover it. Do you want to uncover what's under my knickers, Ron?"
"Fuck, yes!" he exclaimed, and was in front them in a few long strides. Immediately, he dropped to his knees and began to caress her legs reverently. He lowered his head to put a few kisses on her bare thighs, and she almost shivered, opening her legs for him. Ron stared between her legs, at her little sexy panties which barely covered her pussy. He moved one hand to them and traced the letters of his name with his index finger. "You're so sexy," he muttered. Slowly, he moved his hands to the waistband, and she automatically raised her ass. He pulled them down, very slowly, revelling in how the trimmed curls of her pussy were revealed to him, followed by her pink lips. He dragged the panties down her legs and took them off. Then he lifted them, holding them in his hands, and, making eye contact with her, put them over his face, sniffing them. Hermione gasped, turned on, her eyes fixed on what he was doing.
"Do they smell good, Ron?" she asked.
"Heavenly," was his answer.
"Lick my juices off them," she told him.
Ron stared at her for a few seconds that seemed to last minutes, and then turned them inside out. Taking out his tongue, he licked the crotch of her panties, savouring her unique, spicy taste mixed with that of the fabric.
Hermione moaned at the sight, and, almost unconsciously, slid her right hand down her body and to her cunt, rubbing herself lazily.
"They taste so well," Ron said, "but I prefer to lick your juices directly off you."
"Oh, gods," she moaned.
"Wet your pussy for me, Hermione. Rub yourself until you're dripping."
"Ron, I'm already dripping," she replied, pressing her index finger hard against her and sliding it along her slit. Then she raised it and showed it to him, glistening. "Come here and lick my pussy while the tub fills up," she demanded, opening her legs wide and using her fingers to spread her cunt for him to see.
Ron dropped her panties and moved a bit further between her legs, until his face was a few inches away from her cunt. He sniffled hard, taking in her musky scent. Then he put his hands on her thighs, near her groin, and used his thumbs to caress the fingers she was using to keep her open to him.
"Lick me, Ron. Eat my pussy. Drink it all up."
Ron threw her a sultry glance, and then delved in, sticking his tongue out and licking her practically from her anus, across her dripping hole and over her clit. She moaned, and moved her hips forward, seeking more contact.
Ron used his hands to immobilise her, and gave her another lick, and another, each one faster and harder than the previous. He savoured her pussy as if it were the tastiest thing in the world. After a few passes, he concentrated on her clit and sucked on it, first softly, and then, suddenly, hard, which made her let out a loud moan. He repeated the pattern a few times, before moving back lower and sticking his tongue in her as deep as it could go, moving it around to caress her moist walls, and suctioning her juices.
"Oh, oh, Ron, oh, yes! More, more!" she moaned, thrusting his hips against him.
"Yeah, more," he moaned, his words muffled by her cunt. "Give me more, Hermione, give me more of your delicious pussy juice."
Hermione put her hands on his head to press him into her, and Ron used his own hands to spread her cunt open for him, so he could keep at it. Hermione was moaning constantly, asking and begging for more. However, Ron kept licking her, sometimes brushing her clit with his nose.
"Please, Ron, my clit. Rub it, or suck it … whatever you want, but please, do something!"
Ron smiled, but acted as if he hadn't heard her and just kept tongue-fucking her, knowing it wouldn't be enough to push her over the edge. She tried to move and to rub her clit against his face, but he didn't allow it, causing her to whine in frustration.
After a minute, Hermione seemed to have had enough and push his head off her.
"Lie on the floor," she demanded, her voice hoarse.
"What?" he asked, a bit dumbfounded.
"Lie on the floor!"
Ron blinked a few times and did as told, wondering what she wanted. Finally, he complied with her request and lay on the floor, under Hermione's intense gaze. To Ron, she looked a bit frantic, or desperate, and, the moment he was lying, she straddled his chest and, with a happy moan, lowered her pussy onto his face.
"Eat me!" she ordered, as she began to fuck his face.
Ron grunted, his cock getting even harder, if that was possible. He loved that she used him like this, just for her pleasure, and began to eat her at once, fucking her with his tongue while she rubbed her clit against his nose, almost suffocating him.
Soon his face was completely wet with her juices, and he was surrounded by her arousing scent. He put his hands on her ass and massaged her cheeks greedily, keeping his pace on her cunt. Making her orgasm was the only thing in his mind.
And in that position, it didn't take long at all. Hermione grunted, grinding shamelessly on his face, her hands caressing her tits over the fabric of her bra. To add even more to her pleasure, Ron put a finger in her hole, moving his tongue to lap at her clit (or more accurately, letting her rub herself against his mouth), and then took it out and thrust it into her tight asshole, sucking hard on her at the same time.
She went off like a firework.
"Oh, Ron, yes, fuuck, yes, yes, YES!" she screamed, riding his face uncontrollably, until, spent, she fell onto her hands and then rolled over to lie beside him, panting. "I need that," she commented contentedly.
"I can tell," he replied, grinning at her while using his tongue to lick her juices of the vicinity of his mouth. Hermione watched him with lust and, propping herself onto one elbow, she put her face over his and kissed him, had, before licking all of his face to clean him of her own juices.
"Fuck …"
"Tasty," she said smugly. With one last smile at him, she got up and closed the taps. Then, purposely slowly, took of her bra and let it fall onto his chest. She gave her tits a squeeze, acting as if he wasn't there and then got into the tub. "Mmh, the water is delicious, Ron …"
Ron cursed, and got up at once. He took of his clothes as soon as he could until he was naked as the day he had been born, his cock hard, proudly pointing up. From her position in the tub, Hermione's gaze drifted down his body until it was on his member. She licked her lips seductively. Ron stepped into the tub, and, before he could do anything, he felt a soft hand envelope his cock. Letting out a sigh of pleasure, he looked at his girlfriend, who had reached out for him and was not fondling his hard member. She tugged on him and lay on the tub. Ron couldn't help but move a bit forward in the water, his legs on each side of her body. Hermione fixed her eyes on his, and pulled on his cock, opening her mouth invitingly and licking her lips. Ron groaned, and sensing her intention, put his hands on the head of the tub, just behind her head, and, bending over her, pointed his cock towards her hungry mouth and pushed his hips down in a 45º angle. His tip touched her lips, and she used her hand to rub it all around her mouth, making him hiss in bliss, and then took the head between them, but without going further. Ron, who couldn't stand being teased anymore, thrust forward, effectively burying his cock in her mouth. Hermione closed her eyes in evident delight and moaned around his prick, which prompted him to retreat and thrust again, beginning a pleasant fucking of her mouth. Hermione took it like a champion, moaning around his pole, using her tongue expertly, and sucking hard when he retreated to give him maximum pleasure. She added her hand to the fray and began to knead his aching bollocks. Ron looked down at her and swore at her image, comfortably resting in the tub while he fucked her mouth hard and fast, the border of the tub making him impossible to move away from his cock (not that she seemed to want to). Spurred by the view, he thrust harder, going deeper into her mouth, wanting to get as much as he could from her, using her face just like she had used his, without consideration.
It didn't take long for him to reach the point of no return, and he closed his eyes briefly to enjoy the sensations coursing his cock to the fullest. He was hitting the back of her throat every time and it felt simply amazing.
"Fuck, yeah, take my cock … Take all my cock, Hermione. Fuck, you're going to make me cum, gonna fill that mouth of yours … that's what you want, don't you? A big load of my spunk!" he told her, relishing in how she seemed to get even more excited by his dirty talk.
"Mmmh, ym, Rnn," she muttered, unable to talk properly as his continued pistoning in and out of her mouth.
His balls tightened, signalling his impending release, and he got ready to bury himself as deep as possible. However, in the last second, a new, more depraved thought invaded his mind, and he knew he had to do it.
Pushing his body back with his hands, he stood up again, taking his cock out of her mouth. She let out a moan of protest, but Ron didn't care. His hand flew to his cock and began to jack it off, pointing towards her face, his eyes fixed on hers. She seemed to understand and opened her mouth wide, taking her tongue out.
"Fuck, yeah, gonna cum all over you pretty face, Hermione … get ready, you're going to receive a big load … Fuck, oh, fuck, yeah! Take it!" he yelled, as he began to spurt cum all over her. Hermione let out a moan, her tongue lapping at the air, trying to catch the drops of cum that were raining on her. Ron felt his legs weaken at the image of his cum splattering onto her nose, her cheeks, her forehead, her hair and, of course, her lips and tongue.
"Mmh, yes, Ron …" she moaned, and, when he finished cumming, she moved forwards and captured his cock in her mouth, giving it a few hard sucks before Ron, unable to hold himself, fell to his knees, panting, straddling her body. He made an effort to keep his eyes open to stare at her cum-covered face. His cock almost went hard again when he saw the look of contentment she wore, and the way her tongue was moving, capturing cum from her lips and around her mouth. Enthralled, he moved his hand to her face, coated his own fingers with some that had landed on her left cheek, and fed it to her, who swallowed it delightfully, her tongue swirling around his fingers the way it had done around his cock.
Ron couldn't help it and, taking his hand away, kissed her hard, tasting himself. Feeling incredibly perverted, he lapped at her right cheek and her nose, coating his tongue in more of his own cum. She let out a strangled moan and kissed him again. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, and she dutifully sucked on it, cleaning it of his semen.
"Fuck, that was so … dirty," he commented, resting his head against the tub just above her right shoulder.
"Mmh, yes … and I loved it, Ron."
"So you like having me coming on your face?" he asked, smirking.
Hermione turned her head to look at him, and, completely serious, responded, "I love you coming on, or in, any part of my body, Ron."
"Fuck," he exclaimed, and captured her mouth again.
After they broke that heated kiss, Ron moved so he lay beside her, both looking up at the ceiling and sighing in contentment, enjoying the hot water covering every part of their bodies but their heads. Ron felt Hermione's hand reaching for his and he grasped it, giving her a squeeze. He turned his head to look at her, and found her staring at him.
"What?" he asked her, blinking.
"Nothing. I just — just like looking at you."
"Do you?" he asked, a bit surprised but pleased nonetheless. "There's not much to look at Hermione. I'm too pale, covered in freckles, my limbs are too long … In fact, I'm too long. I suppose I could do with more muscle … you girls like that, don't you?" he asked, feeling a bit unsure, though he didn't know why. It wasn't as if Hermione didn't show him clearly how much she liked him!
She moved her free hand and slid the tips of his fingers along his shoulder. "I love your freckles," she said, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "They're sexy."
"Sexy?"
"Yes," she nodded. "And I just love that you're … well, long."
Ron stared at her for a moment, and then couldn't help but laugh. "I wish I could tell Harry you just made a dirty joke!"
"Ron," she admonished, scowling at him. "I think we've already had this conversation."
"I know, I know, that's why I said 'I wish', I wasn't gonna tell him anything. After all, he might want to tell me about Ginny, and I'd go daft, or blind, or both things at once."
Hermione shook her head, but smiled.
"Seriously, Ron. I love your body. It might not be what most girls would like, but I don't care. I'm not any girl. And besides, it's not as if I'm a world-class beauty or something like that …"
"What are you saying?" he asked, frowning. "You're fucking gorgeous!"
"Yeah, sure," she scoffed.
"I'm serious, too! You're every man hot dream, Hermione! Just look at you!" he said, his eyes roaming her nude body. "I can't keep my hands off you!"
Hermione put her right hand on his chest, caressing him there affectionately. "But you're in love with me."
"And? That doesn't make me blind. You're in love with me, too."
"I wasn't the only one to appreciate you, Ron. Lavender did. And other girls, too."
"Other girls?" Ron asked, intrigued.
"Well, I'm not telling you," she stated.
Ron stared at her, a bit puzzled, but then recovered and said, "anyway, Krum appreciated you, too. And McLaggen. And I'm sure Seamus would have something to say if he didn't know Harry and I would kill him for it."
Hermione shrugged, and they fell silent, both thoughtful.
"Why don't we agree we're both extremely sexy, and that we've broken a lot of hearts because there's no way anyone can come between us?" he said, jokingly … though only partially.
Hermione smiled at him brightly. "I like how that sounds. Though it's true we've hurt people, just because we were too insecure to go after what we really wanted."
"I know," Ron nodded. "Me too. But well, it wasn't that bad, anyway. I mean, yes, Lavender was pretty upset, but she's better. McLaggen is just a wanker, and Krum, well …"
"He wasn't like Lavender, no," she explained. "But I know she wanted more, and true relationship, more than the few kisses we shared, I — I just couldn't give that to him. It wouldn't have been fair."
"See? You're tactful and caring. I didn't think for a bit about Lavender's feelings, I —" he stopped talking when she put a finger over his lips.
"Ron, you never wanted to hurt her. And, as you said, she's better."
"I suppose."
"So I'm every man's hot dream, then?" she asked, clearly trying to redirect the conversation to other, less gloomy subjects.
"You know you are," he said, moving his head closer to her and giving her a light kiss. "With these lips —" kiss, "— those tits —" kiss and grope, "— that ass —" kiss and squeeze, "and that sweet, hot pussy …" he finished, with a new, longer kiss and rubbing her up and down her slit. Hermione moaned into his mouth and opened her legs. Ron pulled away from her mouth and slid his hand towards her stomach. However, she grabbed it with hers and put it back on her cunt.
"Keep going," she said huskily. "Make me come again. Show me how hot I am."
"Fuck, yes," he hissed, and began to rub her slit, paying special attention to her clit. Hermione opened her legs even wider and, grabbing the sides on his head, brought his mouth onto hers, snogging his passionately.
Ron immediately thrust his tongue into her mouth, where she greeted it with hers, and moved a finger to her hole, probing her entrance. She started bucking against his hand, and, knowing she was more than ready, put it in, delighting at how her tight, slick walls enveloped it. With his thumb, he began to rub her clit in circles. Still kissing her, he slid his left arm under her back to lift her body a bit, so her breasts were almost at the surface of the water, and then broke the kiss and sucked on them. Hermione, with her mouth now free, moaned loudly and entangled her fingers in his hair, encouraging him.
"More, Ron, more," she begged, her hips moving against his busy hand. "Give me more. Make me cum."
"I'll give you more," he said huskily, and, taking her nipple and good portion of her supple mound in his mouth, sucked hard. At the same time, he moved his middle finger to her asshole and began to prod it in time with his fingering of her pussy.
"Yes, yes, YES!" she shouted. "Finger my ass, please!"
Encouraged and more than a little excited, Ron pushed into her backdoor, going a bit deeper every time he buried his index finger in her cunt, until it was completely in her. The tight grip on her asshole made him think of the only time he had fucked her there, three weeks ago, and his cock hardened even more.
He kissed her again, muffling her moans, and began to finger-fuck her two holes while he rubbed her clit. Hermione bit his lower lip and pulled on his hair almost painfully, but it only made him more randy and wilder, so he kept fingering her at a furious pace. Her body was thrashing in the water, making it splash and spill over the borders, probably wetting their clothes, but he didn't care at that moment and he was sure neither did she.
"Rooon, oh, oh, Rooon!" she moaned against his lips, breaking their kiss.
"Yes, Love? Are you close? Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me?"
"Yes, oh, oh, yes! Suck my tits, Ron! Suck them now! I'm almost there, I'm —"
Ron did as told, and sucked on her as hard as he could. At once, Hermione grabbed his head and pushed it more into her, smashing his face against her tit, which was truly fantastic, and then, arching her back, came. "OH, OOH, AAAH, RON! RON! I'm cumming! I'm cumming, Ron!"
Ron wanted to reply, 'I know, Love, cum for me!' but his words were muffled and made undistinguishable due to her breast in his mouth. Hermione kept him there until her orgasm ebbed away and she stopped moving, and then Ron dropped next to her, almost suffocated, but grinning happily.
"Good — eh?" he asked between pants."
"Amazing," she panted, smiling blissfully, "really — amazing."
"Good."
They stayed like that for a bit, Ron letting her regain her normal breath. After a couple of minutes, she stared at him, as if she had realised something.
"I was thinking …"
"Yeah?"
"Have you used those panties I gave you?" she asked, biting her lip. "I mean, to — to wank."
Ron looked at her intensely, blinking a few times. And that question? "Er — no, I haven't."
"You haven't?" she said, unable to hide her disappointment.
"Well, we've been pretty active together, you know, so I mostly wank only in the mornings and I don't bother with searching into my trunk. But I promise you I'll use them soon."
"I have used mine," she blurted out, a bit shyly, looking at him through her eyelashes.
Ron furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?"
"Those — those panties I was wearing the first time we masturbated each other," she explained. "Those you came on, you remember?" He nodded, though he still wasn't understanding. "Well, I — I didn't put them for washing, I kept them like that. And sometimes, well, I — I put them on at night and — well, rub myself over them, knowing your semen is there, mixing with my juices. When they get wet I can smell your come and it arouses me so much …"
"Fuck, Hermione …" he groaned, his cock about to explode. He made a gesture to pounce on her, but she beat him to it. Sitting up, she put her hands on his chest to hold him, and then straddled his hips. Ron shifted, so he was in the centre of the tub, and Hermione grabbed his cock and rubbed it against her pussy, making sure it hit her clit every time. "Oh, Merlin … Please, Hermione …" he begged, putting his hands on her hips, ready to impale her in him.
"You're so hard," she whispered seductively. "Did it turn you on, Ron? Knowing I finger myself wearing panties covered in your dried cum?"
"Fuck, yes! Ride me, Hermione!"
"Yes …" she moaned, and slid the tip of his aching member until it was against her entrance. He felt her pussy open for him, as if it wanted to suck him, and then he pushed him downwards, hard, effectively impaling her on his rod.
"Aaah, Ron …!"
"Fuck, yeah, so wet and tight! Ride me!"
Hermione didn't bother with niceties, and started riding him hard from the beginning, almost jumping on his hips, her pussy sliding up and down all his cock, making it incredible for him. Both knew he was going to last, so Ron moved a hand to rub her clit and other to her sensitive tits and started rubbing and kneading, hoping to bring her to orgasm with him.
Hermione's moans became even louder, and Ron stared at her transfixed. She looked like a sex goddess, her beautiful, sexy body on display for him; her tits bouncing; her damp hair going everywhere; her face a mask of pleasure …
It didn't take long for him to notice the familiar tightening on his bollocks, and he knew he was gone. Grunting, he rubbed her harder and thrust his hips upwards when she came down, their bodies slamming hard and sending water everywhere, too lost in their pleasure to care.
"Hermione, I'm about to cum …"
"Do it, Ron! Come in my pussy, fill my twat with your hot spunk!"
"Fuuuuuck!" he shouted. He had intended to last a bit more, but her dirty talk proved too much for him and he went off like a geyser, coating her walls with their second load of semen of the day. "Fuck, so good … so good," he moaned, his hips still jerking after the strong climax he had had. He felt he could sleep, but Hermione was still moving, her eyes fixed on his face, obviously enjoying seeing him lose control and also looking determined in reaching another orgasm.
Wanting to help her, Ron began to rub her once more, and moved his hips farther, his cock never going completely soft in her hot cunt.
"Yes, Ron, yes, help me, God, I'm so close … so close again …"
"Cum again, Hermione. Cum on my cock, sexy witch," he encouraged, kneading her tit in circular movements. "Cum for me and I promise you tomorrow morning I'll wank three times in your sexy panties … I'll paint them white for you …"
"Oh, yes, yes, Ron … Oh, oooh, right there, right there! Fuuuck, Rom! Coming!"
"Yes!" he shouted, ecstatic, feeling her pussy spasming around him. She fell onto his chest, unable to move, and he kept thrusting upwards, putting a hand on her ass to push into her forcefully, prolonging her already strong release.
"Merlin's pants …" she muttered, looking weary and truly well shagged.
"Yeah," he nodded, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling.
"I love you, Ron. So much. The things you do to me …"
Ron couldn't help but smile. "I'll do them to you for the rest of my life if you allow me —" he stopped at once, snapping his eyes open and focusing them on the ceiling, realising what he had said in the heat of the moment. It wasn't that he didn't want that, of course he did. He knew he didn't want another girl that wasn't Hermione, but, bloody hell, they had been together for less than three months …
"Really?" he looked down to find her staring at him, an odd expression on her face.
He gulped and nodded, unable to speak. "Yeah," he added at last, his voice hoarse. "I'm sorry if you — well, I know it's too soon and Muggles do things —"
"I'd love that, too."
"— different — wait, what?"
"I'd love that, too. To — to be with you. Forever," she admitted sheepishly.
"You don't think it's — I don't know, insane? Or that I'm too — to sappy?"
"It's insane," she told him. "And yes, it's sappy, but — it feels right. I've never been happier, Ron. I love you."
"Come here," he said, and, scooting up his body, she kissed him. Not lustfully, like before, but slowly and lovingly, both of them conveying how much they loved the other.
After a while, the water started to get cold, and so Hermione suggested getting out.
"We could warm it again," Ron argued. "You know — with Magic."
"Don't be cheeky," said Hermione, giving her a look. "I know we can warm the water, but, well, we could also go and try the bed …"
Ron stared at her, a smirk forming on his face. "Now that's an idea …"
Hermione got up and stepped out of the tub. Ron, instead of doing the same, just watched her, admiring her flawless back and the delicious way her bum curved when she raised her legs to get out.
"What?" he asked suddenly, realising she had said something and he had been too focused on ogling her to pay attention.
"I said 'what a mess'," she repeated, looking around. "We spilled so much water, our clothes are completely damp."
Ron got out the tub, too, and took a look. "Mmh …" he closed his eyes. I need the floor and our clothes to be dry. I need the floor and our clothes to be dry. I need —
"What the —?" he heard her exclaim, an opened his eyes. The puddles of water were gone and the clothes looked clean and dry. He smiled, pleased with himself. "How did this happen?"
"Well, we're in the room of requirement, aren't we?" he asked smugly.
"Well, yes, but I believed the room gave you what you needed before coming in!"
"It seems that's not true," he said, shrugging. "I think it's wicked."
"How did you realise it worked this way?" Hermione asked, looking at him in awe.
"Well, I didn't," Ron answered. Hermione raised an eyebrow and he tried to explain himself better, "I mean, I didn't deduce it or anything. I just thought it would be nice if the room did the cleaning for us, and so I asked for it."
"Well, it was brilliant, Ron," she commented with a smile.
Ron took a deep breath. Having her admiring him while she was naked, her tits round and firm, partially covered by her wet hair was making him horny again. She noticed the sudden movement between his legs and looked at it, smiling and licking her lips.
"I think you're ready for more," she said, looking at his face again, desire evident in her brown eyes.
Ron got closer to her and put his hands on her waist, caressing her softly. "More than ready," he whispered. "And now that I know what this room can do, I've got a few naughty ideas."
"Have you?" she asked coyly, biting her lower lip.
"Yeah."
"So you haven't got enough, then?" she asked, caressing his sides and then moving her hands to cup his arse.
"Never. Have you?"
She shook her head. "I think I haven't congratulated the star Keeper of the team enough … haven't showed him my appreciation for how well he's handled the Quaffle."
"The Quaffle is not the only round thing I can handle, you know."
"Is not?"
"No, I can handle these even better," he declared, cupping her tits in his hands and then giving them a gentle squeeze, using his thumbs to caress her hard nipples.
"Oh …" she moaned. "Yes, I see. You handle them really well, my Keeper."
"I think so," he said, smirking. "So you're a fan, then?" he asked playfully.
"I definitely am."
"And I am your favourite player?" he continued, giving her a harder squeeze.
"Yes, Mr Weasley. You are. I am your number one fan in the world."
Ron began to walk around her, very slowly, his eyes roaming over her body. "That's easy to say," he commented, caressing her tits with one hand as he moved. "But can you prove it?" he whispered into her ear from behind her, making her shiver a little. Pleased, he reached with his hands around her and grabbed her breasts once more, roughly, pressing her body against his so she could feel his hard cock on her lower back.
"Yes," she moaned.
He moved his head to the other side of hers and muttered, "Well, good fangirls show their appreciation on their knees, you know …"
Hermione practically meowed and Ron smiled inwardly, pleased with this spontaneous role-playing. She spun around in his arms and, giving him an intense look, lowered her body until she was on her knees and grasped his cock.
"Yeah, stroke it a bit."
Hermione began to move her hand up and down it, slowly, fisting it. Ron spread her legs a bit and she immediately cupped his sack with her free hand.
"Yeah, that's nice," he said approvingly. "But 'nice' won't prove to me you're my biggest fan."
Hermione stared at him, playing shy, but then a new, more determined expression filled her face, and, opening her mouth, took his cock in almost to the hilt.
"Ah, yesss … your mouth is so hot," he groaned when she closed his lips around his pole and began to bob her head to give him pleasure. "Keep going, fangirl. Suck my cock hard. Worship it."
Hermione increased the pace of the blowjob and Ron moaned again. Slowly, he began to move his hips, too, wanting to go deeper. He put his hands on her hair and caressed it, helping her to move a bit faster.
"Come on, you can do better," he encouraged her, his voice hoarse. "A good fangirl should surrender completely to the blowjob, give herself fully to the pleasure of her idol. Isn't that what you — aah — want?" he asked, making her go a bit faster and helping himself go deeper, so now he was touching the back of her throat.
"Mmh," she purred, kneading his bollocks with more enthusiasm. Ron fixed his eyes on hers, who reflected the same lust he felt. He knew he could come this way. He wasn't very far away, in fact, but a sudden image popped into his mind, and, enjoying his game, he decided to push her a bit further. So he used his hands to stop her and force her to release his cock.
She looked up in confusion and — he noticed — in disappointment. "Wasn't I doing it well enough?" she asked in that shy voice that made him want to throw her on the floor and fuck her senseless.
"You're doing well, but, to prove you're my greatest fan, you've got to go a bit further."
"Tell me," she said, eager. "I'll prove it to you, Mr Weasley."
He shouldn't find arousing that she called him 'Mr Weasley', but, strangely, he did.
"Get up and lie on the bed, face up, your head towards the bottom, so your neck is just at the border and your head hangs a bit."
Hermione stared at him for a moment, wondering, and then went to the bed and did as told. Ron observed her for a moment. In that position, her hair fell and almost reached the floor, and her tits … fuck, they looked delicious …
Ron walked towards her and stopped just behind her head, towering over her. She stared at him, waiting for instructions. Ron looked down at her, searching for a sign that she was uncomfortable.
"Now what, Mr Weasley?" she asked, indicating that she was okay with the game. Ron grinned.
"Now you open that sweet mouth of yours, and I fuck it. And your throat."
Hermione didn't say anything for a moment, and then, obedient, opened her mouth, angling her head a bit.
Ron's cock twitched at the image. He couldn't believe he was going to do this, and that she was letting him. Savouring the moment, he angled his knees a bit and bent his body, resting his hands on the bed so he was practically straddling her head. Then, he angled his waist and pointer at her mouth. Hermione, helpful, grabbed his cock and directed him. The moment his tip was inside, she closed her lips around it and gave him a lick to his cock, tonguing his slit. Ron couldn't stop looking, enthralled by the image, so he just let him play with him for a bit. But then he focused on the way her throat moved with each swallow she did and couldn't help it. He pushed into her hot cavern, enjoying the way her lips slid down his shaft. Before he was completely inside, he retreated and then pushed again, going a bit further. He did this a few times, until he could feel the tip on her throat.
"Now get ready for a good face-fucking, my sweet fangirl!" he said, overcome with lust, and, retreating, thrust forwards, not very hard, but didn't stop until his entire cock was in her mouth, the tip in her tight throat, his balls brushing her nose. "Aah, fuck … so good!" he moaned, marvelling at the incredible feeling. And then she swallowed around him and he thought he could die of pleasure. He retreated again, and thrust once more, in a controlled manner at first, but faster and faster each time, possessed by his lust and the depravity of what he was doing to her. He could see her throat bulge every time his cock penetrated it, which only fuelled him, making him more dominant and aggressive, until he was really fucking her mouth, his balls slapping against her face. He could hear her muffled sounds, could see her bouncing breasts and he went mad. He moved his hands to her tits and began to squeeze them as he fucked her mouth with hard, powerful thrusts, knowing he was going to come soon.
"Ah, ah, fuck, yes, fuuuck, so good, so good! Your fucking throat is so tight, I'm gonna fuck your mouth raw, my little fangirl, and then you're going to swallow all my cum, aren't you?" he grunted.
"Mmmh, mmh," was the only thing Hermione could say, her mouth full of cock.
Ron was in heaven, his cock in her mouth and his hands full of her tits. He increased his rhythm a little more, desperately seeking release.
"Fuck, it's coming, it's coming Hermione! Fuck, fuck, FUUUUUCK!" he shouted, squeezing her tits hard as his cock unloaded down her throat. With the last thread of his rational thought, he tried not to choke her and retreated a bit, leaving just half of his cock in her. She sucked on him even harder, and Ron moaned again, shooting his lasts spurts into her welcoming mouth.
Finally, completely spent, he moved to the side and fell onto the bed, panting heavily.
"Fucking — hell!" he said, with his eyes closed.
He heard Hermione shift on the bed and he opened his eyes — with an effort — to see her lying next to him, propped onto her left elbow. She licked her lips.
"Did you like it, Mr Weasley?"
"Fuck, yeah! It was awesome! Fucking — awesome!"
"So am I your greatest fan, then?"
"Definitely," he nodded. "Without a doubt." He stared at her fixedly. "Did you — did you enjoy it? Was I too rough?" he asked, dropping his act and showing true concern.
"A bit," she said, shrugging, "but I loved it," she added, smiling.
"Good," he said, nodding. "I think you've earned the position of Greatest Fangirl of Ronald Weasley, Ms Granger …"
"Did I?" she asked, coyly.
"Of course," he assured. "However …" he added, putting his hands under his head and staring at the ceiling pensively.
"However — what?" she asked, looking at him.
"That position entails some — obligations."
"Obligations?" she asked, an eyebrow raised. "You mean more than letting you fuck my throat?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "But if you're not ready, or not fully committed, I can — well, look for another girl," he added, daring.
"But I am fully committed!" she exclaimed.
"Sure, Ms Granger?"
"Completely."
"Well, if that's the case …" he trailed off. "You know that we Quidditch players endure lots of stress. So the main duty of the biggest fan is to make sure we're … relaxed. Satisfied," he said, his voice getting lower and huskier. Smirking, he cupped her right breast, squeezing it softly. "Do you think you can manage that?"
"Of course, Mr Weasley," she said, in a falsely shy voice that made his cock twitch a bit. "I — I'll make sure you're completely satisfied."
"Good," he nodded approvingly. "Because I'm far from being satisfied, despite how good you've got me off with that wicked mouth of yours. Get me hard again," he ordered.
Hermione licked her lips and, acting shyly, she put her hand on his cock and began to caress and stroke it. It hardened almost instantly. Ron moaned and gave the boob he was still holding a rough squeeze, before sliding his hand down her stomach and towards the curls between her legs, which he caressed.
"How's your pussy, Ms Granger?"
"W-What?"
"I asked how your pussy is. A requirement for a great fangirl like you is a good pussy, you know."
"I — I think mine's pretty good, Sir," she said, still playing with his cock. Fuck, she looked adorable, naked, touching him and yet acting shy. She looked him in the eye and opened her legs. Ron couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight. "It's — it's hot, and wet, and, oh, so tight …"
"Fuck," he groaned. He slid his fingers down her slit, feeling her hot and wet, just as she had said. And hearing her talk like that … "That's good to know," he said. "But I think I'll have to test it, don't you think?"
"Yes, I suppose," she nodded, and lay down on the bed, spreading her legs for him.
Ron got on his knees and moved between her parted legs, putting his hands on her inner thighs and sliding them up and down, his eyes roaming over her incredible body.
"Something else you want to say before I fuck your cunt, Ms Granger? Something I might need to know about it?" he asked, flicking her clit with a finger.
Hermione moaned and bit her lower lip again before answering. "Yes, it's — it's hungry, Mr Weasley. Hungry for the meat of your cock, hungry for your cum …"
"Fuuck!" Ron shouted and, unable to hold in anymore, he got on top of her and buried his cock in her hole, relishing her warmth and tightness. "Oooh, yes, just as you promised, Ms Granger — an excellent pussy!" he told her, and began to fuck her in earnest, almost taking his cock out every time before driving it back to the bottom of her cunt.
"Oh, aah, yes, Mr Weasley. Merlin, your cock is so awesome … Almost as awesome as you," she moaned, putting her hands on his back and caressing his skin. "Fuck me. Use my pussy for your pleasure, my champion!"
Ron roared, his ego boasted by her words, even if they were roleplaying. Ron began to move at a frantic pace, angling his hips so he would rub against her clit every time. Hermione sank her nails in his buttocks, arching her back in pleasure. She looked completely gone, and Ron couldn't help but smile smugly, knowing it was him who was making her feel this way. Hermione crossed her legs behind his arse, opening herself even more to him, and Ron took advantage of it by thrusting even harder and deeper, if that was possible.
"Fuuuck, Ms Granger, such a fantastic, hot pussy! Ah, fuck, yesss!"
Hermione just moaned, unable to talk anymore, using her hand to push him into her, encouraging him to move harder. Ron watched her tits bounce with each thrust, his entire body tingling thanks to the waves of pleasure that came from the delicious friction between his cock and her walls.
"Ms Weasley … oh, oh, yes … more, more …"
"I require that a good — fangirl must cum hard — around my cock, Ms Granger," he said between pants, moving one hand to squeeze one of her tits.
"Yes, yes, so close … so close!"
"Touch yourself, make yourself cum around me!"
Hermione moaned loud, and slid her right hand down her body, pausing briefly to caress her breast. When it reached her curls she opened her eyes, and focused her dreamy, glassy gaze on him before reaching a bit lower and started to rub her clit quickly.
"Yes, yes, like that! Are you going to be a great fangirl? Are — fuck, yes — going to come for me?"
"Yes, oooh, yes, yes, right there, right — there!" she panted, her chest heaving. "God, Ron, I — Oh, ooh, I'm cumming! I'm cumming, God, yes!"
"Yeah, Ms Granger, cum for me! Cum around me!" he encouraged her, hissing at the feeling of her cunt constricting his cock while her body shook with the force of her strong orgasm. Ron kept fucking her, simply slowing down a bit until she came down from her high, and she could open her eyes, looking at him in awe.
"Good, was it, Ms Granger?"
"Yes … amazing, Mr Weasley."
"But I think you haven't given me everything you've got to offer," Ron said, and smirking at her confused face, Ron uncrossed her legs and put them on his shoulders. Then took his cock almost completely out, her pussy closing after him and almost sucking him in. He made a pause to stare into her expectant eyes, and then thrust as hard as he could, starting an almost impossible pace, his hips slamming into her groin.
"Oh, Ron! God, Ron, Ron, Roon!"
"Yes, shout my name! Shout the name of the great Quidditch player for whom you're going to cum hard again!" Ron demanded.
"Yes, YES, YES! Keep going, my Keeper, keep fucking my pussy, make me cum again, enslave my body! Oh, Merlin, so good, so good! I'm going to come again for you, my champion! Fuck, you're the best fuck ever, your godly cock is incredible …!"
Ron was delirious with pleasure, thrusting into her so hard he feared he was going to break the bed. But he didn't care. He could break the bed and the floor could crumble making them fall onto the floor below and he wouldn't stop fucking her.
"Yes, yes, you're mine! Your fucking pussy is mine, mine to fuck wherever and wherever I want!"
"Yes, yes! Fuck me! Pound into my cunt, Mr Weasley! Fill me with your cum, make my hole overflow with it!"
"Fuuuuuuucck!" Ron screamed, amazed by her. She of course had talked dirty before, but never in such a way. She was simply awesome, incredible …
"I'm cumming again, Ron! Fuck, I'm cumming again!"
"Me too! Me too! OH, FUUUUCK!" he shouted, thrusting as deep as possible as his cock exploded, unloading spurt after spurt of cum into her.
As Ron's orgasm subsided, Hermione reached hers, and she convulsed under and around him, prolonging his own pleasure.
Finally, spent, he dropped onto the bed next to her and put one hand over his face, panting.
"That — that was …" she started, after a few minutes.
"Yeah," he nodded. "Amazing. You certainly are the best fangirl ever, Ms Granger."
"I'm just glad you approve, Mr Weasley. I'm delighted to be your greatest fan," she smiled at him and then raised her upper body, resting on her elbow. "Satisfied, then?"
"Mostly," he said.
"Mostly?" she asked with a raise eyebrow.
Ron took a long look at her body and then kissed her, slowly at first and then hard. After half a minute of intense snogging, he grabbed her hand and put it back on his cock, before grabbing her ass and squeezing it.
Hermione moaned, and tried to say something, but Ron didn't let her and just kissed her harder, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
Hermione stroked him ardently, and he hardened once more, something that no longer surprised neither of them. Ron squeezed her ass again and then slid his hand over her hip and between her legs. Immediately, she parted them, allowing him to caress her swollen, wet folds.
"You want more, don't you, my —" he doubted for a moment, "— slutty fangirl?" he finished. Nervous, he looked into her eyes, ready to apologise. However, Hermione just bit her lower lip, staring lustfully at him.
"Yes. I'm your slutty fangirl, Mr Weasley," she said, practically purring. She clutched his cock harder. "I'm here to serve this wonderful cock of yours."
"Yes, you are," he nodded eagerly. He kissed her again and then, quickly, pushed her onto the bed, face down, and straddled her thighs, resting over her so his cock was nestled in the crack of her ass. She raised it a bit, seeking friction, and Ron moved his hips to slide his prick up and down that sexy channel, relishing the feeling.
His hands went under her body, and she raised her torso a bit to allow him to grope her breasts. Squeezing them, he put a series of kissed on her back, moving slowly towards her ear. Once there, he muttered, huskily. "And you see, as a Keeper, I've got to watch three hoops, Ms Granger. And I was thinking that, three hoops … three holes. And I've already filled two."
Hermione became still at once. They hadn't had anal sex again since that first day, two weeks ago, and Ron was dying to be in her ass again.
After a few seconds, Hermione shifted on the bed. Ron looked down, between their bodies, and saw her raise her ass a bit. Resting on her upper chest and head, she moved her hands to her ass, and, opening herself to him with one, she grabbed his cock with the other and pointed it towards her tightest hole.
"Go for it, my Keeper. Fuck all my holes."
"Fuck, Ms Granger, I'm gonna be the envy of all Keepers in the fucking world!"
"Because you're about to stick your cock in my butt?"
"Yes, among other things," he groaned. Knowing it had been a bit since the last time, he moved a bit away and put his own hands over hers, helping her to spread her more. The sight of her puckered hole opening slightly to him, as if winking, was too much and he groaned, his cock twitching in dire need of being in that clutching tunnel.
Gathering some spit in his mouth, he spit on her pucker, making her shiver a bit, and then, letting her keep her cheeks spread, her pushed one finger in, loosening her a bit before adding another.
Hermione moaned a bit and Ron smirked, his desire increasing despire the many orgasms he had already enjoyed that day.
"You like this, Ms Granger?" he teased her, scissoring his fingers a bit. "Have you ever taken a cock up your fantastic, tight ass?"
"Once," she replied, her voice strained.
"Mmmh, such a dirty witch. And now you're offering your delightful bum for me to fuck. Did you like being fucked in the ass, my little witch?"
"I loved it, Mr Weasley," she responded, turning her head to look at him. "Now why don't you take out your fingers and replace them with that amazing cock of yours?"
"Fuck," he muttered. He spat once more into her opened hole and positioned himself over her. He slid his aching cock over along her crack for a few times and the put the tip against her tightest entrance. "Keep those perfect cheeks spread, Hermione. I'm gonna fuck you so hard and deep."
Hermione pulled even harder at her cheeks and pushed her ass even higher as he pushed down. Her tight hole, lubricated and loosened a bit, gave in with the pressure, and the head of his cock, still wet with their combined juices, went in.
"Ooh, fuuuck!" he moaned as she whimpered. "So fucking tight."
"More, Ron. Get it all in. Fuck my asshole, my champion."
Ron got on his knees, still bent over her back, and pushed harder, his eyes fixed on the point their bodies were joined, unable to stop staring the way his dick disappeared between her supple, round buttocks. It was an image capable of making him cum on the spot, so he tried to calm himself down. He wanted to savour the constricted sensation around his shaft for as long as possible before exploding powerfully in her perfect, clutching asshole.
He started thrusting, slowly, as he tried to go deeper, and soon he had half his cock in her ass. Happy that it was easier than the first time, he kept pushing and retreating, going a bit deeper every time, until, at some point, when he pushed forwards, Hermione pushed backwards very hard, burying his cock into her to the hilt.
Ron's eyes rolled inside their sockets due to the immense pleasure, while Hermione cried under him. Ron wanted to ask her if she was all right, but only a strangled groan left his mouth. Her ass felt absolutely incredible, enveloping his cock so tightly, so deliciously. He could feel every little spasm of her muscles and knew he could almost cum on the spot, even if he didn't move at all.
"Are you — are you okay?" he managed to ask at last, his roleplaying forgotten.
"Yes, it hurt a bit, but it's — it's better now. Easier that the first time, too."
"How do you feel?" he questioned, his body almost shaking with the efforts to control himself.
"So full of you," she responded. She turned her head to look at him. "It's — it's wonderful, Ron. Is it good for you?"
"Are you kidding? It's — it's the best thing ever!"
"Then move, my Keeper. Fuck my ass with your big cock. Take your pleasure from my asshole."
"Oh, fuck …" he moaned, closing his eyes, her voice, words and body almost doing him in.
Perhaps tired of waiting, Hermione began rocking her hips, fucking herself on his dick. Ron groaned again, and, snapping out of his trance, began to thrust back, creating a good rhythm that set his body on fire. Every nerve was overexcited with pleasure, and, despite having cum four times, he knew he was going to experience the strongest orgasm of that wonderful evening.
Ron held onto her tits again, and squeezed them as he fucked her ass, going faster and harder every time, paying attention not to hurt her, though, right now, she was also moaning, her head still turned, and every now and then she opened her eyes and they held their lust-filled gazes, making the experience even more intense, if that was possible.
"Touch your pussy, Hermione. Rub your cunt so you cum again."
"Yes, Ron," she said, their game forgotten. The feelings were too powerful to think about anything else. Ron felt her move her hand to between her legs, and she moaned louder. Ron groaned again, indescribably turned out by a thousand sensations: her body under his, her hair, damp and wild, her lust-filled expression, her tits on his hands, the knowledge she was getting off having his cock in her ass, his cock in her ass …
"Fuck, Hermione, I'm about to cum, this — this is too much!" he groaned, increasing his pace.
"Yes, oh, yes … Fill me, Ron. Fuck my ass hard, it's for you, enjoy it …" she responded dreamily. Unexpectedly, she reached lower with her hand and managed to knead his balls as he drove into her.
At once, he let out a loud "Fuck!" and, thrusting madly into her, he let it go and unleashed a torrent of cum into her asshole.
"Oh, OOOH, AH, HERMIONE, FUCKFUCKFUCK!" he shouted, all his senses overloaded by overwhelming pleasure every time his cock spurted into her, over and over, as if his reserves of semen were unlimited.
After what it felt to him like the strongest and longest climax ever, he fell onto her back, his body sweaty, panting hard. He gave her a kiss on the back on her neck as he enjoyed the last spasms of his dick in her asshole.
After a few seconds, he made a gesture to roll off her, but Hermione stopped him.
"Don't move, Ron!" she ordered, her voice strained. And then Ron realised that she was still moaning a bit, and that, under them, her hand was moving frantically. She was getting herself off and wanted to do it with his cock in her ass.
Wanting to help her along, Ron bit her neck and pinched her nipples, rocking his hips against her bum so his still half-hard cock penetrated her a bit.
Hermione meowed in pleasure and, a few moments later, she came once more, thrashing under him. Her ass spasmed around his cock, and Ron groaned with her, feeling his cock almost getting hard again.
Finally, satisfied, she deflated, and they just stayed that way, him on her with his hands on her tits and his cock still inside her ass.
Ron tried to move again after a bit, but she whimpered in protest and he stopped.
"I like you there, inside me," she explained in a low, tired voice.
"So do I," he said, kissing her shoulder. "How are you?"
"Tired, but blissfully sated," she said, a sleepy smile on her face. "What about you?"
"I'm still floating," he responded.
She turned her head a bit more, and, knowing what she wanted, he kissed her. The kiss was slow and tender, and lasted for almost a minute, until the uncomfortable position and their need for air made them separate.
Then, Ron finally rolled of her, both of them already missing their connection. So, Ron moved to get his wand, cast a Cleaning Charm on them and moved back to Hermione. She snuggled against him. Ron kissed her a bit, and, putting one of her legs over his, so his were between hers, he put his cock back into her pussy. She hissed in pleasure, smiling at him.
"I love that. Can you stay there forever?"
"Fuck, I'd love that," he said. "I'd have my cock in your pussy for the rest of eternity."
She beamed at him. "You wouldn't take if for anything?" she asked.
"Nah."
"What about eating? Or watching Quidditch?"
"We can eat here. And you can sit on me on the stands, as long as you wear a skirt and no panties, or just your robes …"
"Sure?" she asked again, playfully. "Not even for my mouth, then? Or my ass?"
Ron gave her a lopsided grin. "Well, I suppose we could take a detour to those places …"
Hermione laughed as he grinned. After a bit, they fell into a comfortable silence, just looking at each other.
"Did you like this?" she asked after a bit. "I mean, the roleplaying thing?"
"Fuck, yes," he nodded eagerly. "I didn't know we could be so good at it."
"Yes," she agreed. "It was wonderful."
"All of it?" he asked, a bit unsure now that the sexual high was gone. "I mean, even when I called you a — a —?"
"A 'slutty fangirl'?" she helped.
"Yeah," he nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed.
Hermione moved one hand to his cheek and caressed him, smiling lovingly at him. "Yes, Ron. Even that."
"I mean, I don't think — you know I —"
She silenced him with a peck on his lips. "I know. It was just a game."
"Good," he said. "Because I love you. You know that, do you?"
"Of course I know, Ron. I know it very well."
"Mmh, I love having you like this, naked against me," he commented. "I miss waking up next to you," he added, a bit sadly.
But Hermione just smiled at him.
"Well, then it's a good thing we're sleeping here tonight, isn't it?"
Ron stared at her open-mouthed.
"Really?" he asked. "But — we're prefects and, sleeping out of the tower —"
"Do you want to go back, Ron?"
"No!"
"Then that's it. We can leave early and no one needs to know."
"Our dormmates will know."
Hermione shrugged. "I'm okay with that. Besides," she added, playing with the hairs of his chest, "I was hoping we could do it again in the morning …"
"Fuck, you can be sure of that, Love."
Hermione laughed and kissed him again. "I'm glad I can count on you."
"Always, Hermione."
They kissed again, and, finally, succumbed to the tiredness of the day and their activities.
So, a bit of roleplaying, hope you liked it.
Now, I know I had promised you another fic, a sequel to 'A Very Interesting Class,' but, as I stated, wasn't focused on fanfiction these past weeks, and, besides that, I've been struggling with the plot. So I haven't finished it. However, the good news is that it's going well now, so I am confident I'll finish it this week and publish it before next weekend.
Of course, you can always write your own fics and inspire me