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The Count

Chapter 1

A stunningly beautiful blonde wearing a scandalously short French Maid outfit walked up to her boss who was checking himself out in a fancy, full-length mirror. The man straightened his black bowtie as she approached.

" 'Ere is your jacket, Master 'Arry," said the gorgeous girl. She helped him put it on and straighten it, then wiped off any lint or hairs that were stuck to it.

"Thank you, Gabrielle," he said. "That will be all," he told her. Knowing when she was dismissed, she turned to leave. Before she could, however, she wall pulled back by her hips and kissed deeply. Her Master spun her back around and slapped her ass hard enough to make her squeal. "Tell your mother that I won't be needing her services tonight," Harry said, turning back to the mirror. Gabrielle curtsied before leaving the room, rubbing her red bottom that was hanging halfway out of her skirt.

As Harry looked into the mirror, he smiled smugly. Finally, those that wronged him were going to pay. It all started not long before he faced Voldemort for the last time. He had found out that different people had been pilfering his gold for quite a while. A few members of the Weasley family were chief among them. While it was true that he wasn't rich, he would have been at least well-off. Their sticky fingers never took obscene amounts at a single time, but a sack here or there can add up over the years. This angered him deeply, and from that alone, he vowed to get his revenge. Then he found out that Ginny had been seeing another boy secretly while with him. He really didn't know why. Since then, he had had her watched. It seemed that she just couldn't settle down with any one boy. To put it bluntly, she was a raging whore. When he had found out that the Ministry had plans to wrangle him under control, he nearly went on a rampage. What had finally broken the camel's back, however, was that Hermione knew about some of the things that were going on. How deep she was in on it, he didn't know. He guessed that she wasn't in too deep, but just deep enough to end up on his shit list.

Harry decided to act a bit more like a Slytherin and a little less like a Gryffindor. He made plans, in other words. The day that he had finally defeated the Dark Lord, he put those plans in motion. He had already taken a decent amount of the gold that was left out of his account and had it locked down. Then he disappeared. No one knew where he had gone or what had happened to him. A wide-scale search ensued to no avail. As the years went by, people seemed to forget that Harry Potter existed. That was the moment that he had been waiting for.

Harry didn't spend that time just sitting around. He worked his ass off. His first goal was to gain back a fortune that would far rival anyone's in Britain. He spent over two years searching for the famed treasure of the Yuan Dynasty. It was said that Mongol magicals stored away a fortune so vast that if it were spread out, you could walk on nothing but gold from ocean to ocean. Harry had searched every place of interest and investigated every clue. Finally, after years of searching, he had found it in present-day South Korea. The magical protections were still quite powerful, even after over six hundred years. Thankfully, Harry had been studying Curse Breaking during his search. Breaking into the hidden horde was difficult, but in the end, he accomplished his goal. He stood in awe before the mountain of gold and jewels. From then on, his money problems were history. He was now the most wealthy magical on the face of the planet.

After that, things were much easier. So much could be accomplished if you were willing to pay exorbitant "fees" to get it done. With the wealth that he had at his fingertips, a few bribes were nothing. With a new identity, he scratched another goal off of his list. After that, he just had to bide his time. He took classes on how to act properly while in high society, dance lessons, and studied different languages. Of course, the entire time he devoted himself to becoming stronger, both physically and magically. During the days, he would work his body and mind, and at night, he would practice his magic. Soon, he was physically fit and magically powerful. It was a couple of years after becoming rich that he had discovered that Fleur's family had fallen on hard times. Since Fleur was on his revenge list, he made sure to "help" them as much as possible. It took a few months, but soon after her mother had divorced their father and had moved out of the family house. Their house was being sold to pay back massive amounts of debt. Harry bought the house even though he had no need for it. He made sure that no one would hire Apolline, and eventually, he found her in a very desperate situation. Harry being the gentleman that he was, offered her a place at his home as his mistress. She jumped on the opportunity quicker than he had her jump on his dick. In the end, neither of them was complaining. She was living in the lap of luxury while only having to offer her body whenever he fancied. It was a good deal for both of them. Eventually, he had her bring her youngest into his employment. Harry loved his naughty little maid. Now, he only needed Fleur to finish the set.

With two Veela in his vast Manor, he had willing bodies that he could sexually experiment on. Using his wandless powers, he was able to hone his sex magic to incredible levels. Both Apolline and Gabrielle loved it. Not only that, but he was able to perfect his physical techniques as well. Apolline was a very good teacher after all.

The final piece of the puzzle had to do with his physical appearance. He couldn't exactly go around introducing himself as his alias while looking like Harry Potter. He needed a way to keep his real identity hidden from those that he wished. He had paid a master runesmith a small fortune to come up with a tattoo scheme that he could place on his body that would act like a Glamour Charm. Once it was on his skin, Harry could turn it on and off at will. Even so, he wouldn't be needing that tonight. Tonight he was attending a Masquerade Ball that was being held to commemorate the defeat of Voldemort all those years ago. Tonight he would finally begin his revenge on those who had wronged him. He picked up the silk eye-mask that was sitting on his side-table. Placing it over his eyes, he smiled wickedly while setting off his Portkey.

The Count

Hermione sat at her table bored out of her mind. She had to watch as her loser of a husband hit on another young debutant only to get laughed at. Shaking her head, she silently wondered why she ever married this fool. Her life was a complete mess right now. Their money had run dry years ago. Ron had squandered all the money that his family had pilfered from Harry's bank account. While it wasn't a fortune, it would have been enough for them to start a new business for the family. Ron had used it on his dream to become the next greatest Keeper in the history of Quidditch. Instead, he used it up on racing brooms and gambling. Not only that, but they hadn't been able to get into Harry's account since before he disappeared.

His disappearance shocked her. In truth, it kind of scared her. If he ever found out what they did, he could press charges against them or worse. She wouldn't be surprised if Harry killed some or all of them. He had become more violent towards the end of the war. Most days, she just didn't give it much thought. He had gone and only God knew what had happened to him. Hermione took a sip of her champagne then readjusted her mask.

She wasn't exactly setting the world on fire either. She had been fired from her job at the Ministry for trying to blackmail people into voting the way that she wanted. How could she make the proper changes if no one would listen to her? Her thoughts were interrupted by an announcement.

"Presenting the Count of Montefeltro," the announcer stated proudly.

Hermione immediately perked up. She had heard about this man recently. It was said that he was insanely wealthy and liked to show his wealth off. He was the last remaining member of the Montefeltro family. The Italian family had been part of the royal line for over a thousand years. As he proudly presented himself, Hermione thought that he looked dashing in his expensive suit and silk mask. As his eyes locked with hers, something happened. Instantly, her pussy started tingling wildly, and her panties dampened. Hermione bit her lip and squirmed as she clamped her thighs shut. Even doing that made her pussy tingle with need. She didn't know why he had such an effect on her. While it was true that she hadn't had sex in over a year, no other man had made her feel this way.

She watched as many young women came up to him and introduced themselves. He kissed their hands and flirted accordingly. Hermione ground her teeth when that bitch Daphne Greengrass introduced herself. Even with the mask, Hermione would recognize her from anywhere. Greengrass was her rival in the Ministry, and Hermione suspected that she had had a hand in getting her fired.

"Hey, Mione!" Ron plopped down next to her, clearly already sloshed. He caught a look at Daphne's sexy body in her very tight, silk dress. He didn't take a double look or even a triple look. Instead, her husband kept his eyes glued to her form while he moaned and drooled. Hermione had never wanted to slap someone more than she did now. She was able to keep calm, however. Her husband would get his comeuppance once they had gotten home.

The night carried on and people drank and danced and had a merry time. That was when Hermione had gotten a surprise. She was talking to an old colleague when someone placed a hand on her shoulder. Turning around, she came face to face with the handsome Count.

"Good evening," he said smoothly. "I am the Count of Montefeltro," he introduced himself. Hermione blushed fiercely when he lifted up her hand and kissed it.

"I … I'm Hermione Granger … I mean Weasley! … Hermione Weasley," she stuttered to her embarrassment. The Count just chuckled and pulled her by her hand. Leading her to the dance floor, he placed one hand on the middle of her back and the other on her hip. Hermione's heart was hammering a thousand times a minute. Just from his touch alone, her pussy was fluttering and dripping juices all over her panties. Without even asking her, he began to move. They danced expertly all over the dance floor. She could feel the jealousy raging from the many women as their eyes followed their every move. Once the dance had ended, Hermione was breathing deeply with very pink cheeks.

"Walk with me, love," he told her and escorted her to the balcony of the large Manor house that the party was being held at. As the balcony doors closed behind them, she felt a strong pulse of magic. Looking over, he smiled and explained. "It's to keep people from interrupting us," he said, making her blush again. She couldn't believe that the famed Count of Montefeltro wanted to be alone with her of all people! He got very close to her, and Hermione gulped and backed up. She backed up until her shapely bottom hit the guardrail. With nowhere left to go, he was pressing against her front as his hands gripped her slim waist. Leaning down, the tip of his nose brushed against the tender skin of her neck. She felt him inhale her lovely scent and gasped as her hands gripped his muscled biceps. His lips brushed against her skin and then they descended. Hermione's body was shaking as his lips placed soft kisses down her chest and into her cleavage. The simple black dress that she had chosen was more than a few years old, but at least still looked new. The only problem was that she had slightly grown since the last time she had worn it. As her chest expanded, the cleavage the dress produced increased. Now his lips were exploring the deep valley between her braless breasts.

As he was sucking on her soft skin, his hands dipped down and touched her soft, smooth legs. Bringing them up, they glided along her legs until they were underneath her dress. Hermione tilted her head back and gasped like a whore. Her pussy had never been this wet in her entire life. Her useless husband had never brought her so much pleasure, and the Count hadn't even touched her naughty bits yet. His lips ascended and latched onto her exposed throat which made her moan even more. She was out of her mind with pleasure and didn't even realize that he had pulled her panties halfway down her thighs. She did realize it when he cupped her wet, naked pussy and began toying with it.

Harry smiled into her neck. When he had first arrived at the Masquerade Ball, his eyes swept the room looking for anyone that he recognized. Ron and Hermione were instantly spotted. His ginger hair immediately drew his eye. He had plans for Ron later, but for now, he had his eyes on his wife. He had already gotten Hermione fired from her job not so long ago. Now he was going to ruin her marriage, though from what he had heard, their marriage was already quite shaky. At least she still looked good.

Hermione's head dipped down, and she captured his lips as his fingers began stroking the length of her wet slit. She could feel the arousal rolling down the insides of her creamy, smooth thighs. One of his hands slid up and cupped her bare bottom. As he did this, her dress was lifted up and a cool breeze blew over her hot nether region. Hermione trembled violently when he pinched her clit. Unbeknownst to her, he funneled magic into his fingers and hit her with the pleasure version of the Cruciatus right in her clit. Her eyes bugged out, and her mouth opened but only a garbled high-pitched sound came out. Her body shook uncontrollably, and Harry knew what was about to happen. He grabbed her by her thighs and lifted her up. Placing her bare ass over the railing, he held her there as she finally cried out and squirted furiously. Torrents of girl cum sprayed out of her quivering pussy and rained down on the attendees below.

Important people of the wizarding world looked up only to see a mist dropping down on them and covering them in dampness. Those hoity-toity purebloods didn't realize that they were getting cummed on by a Mudblood whore.

Hermione had wrapped her arms around the Count as he held her up by her shapely ass. He made sure to turn her around in time so that she wouldn't see Ron looking at her with rage through the window of the door. Harry, however, looked straight at him. He smiled wickedly at the redheaded piece of shit. When he had charmed the door to keep others away, he made sure that Ron would be drawn to it. He nearly laughed when Ron pulled and pulled on the handle but was unable to open it. Using his hands, he spread her cheeks open and used a finger to circle the rim of her asshole. Ron was red-faced and shaking in anger. Harry waved goodbye as he apparated away with his wife.

Hermione flinched when she appeared in Harry's bedroom. Looking around quickly, she realized that she was now in a bedroom. Looking back to the Count, she blushed fiercely when she saw that he was completely nude. He was staring at her like a piece of fresh meat. Stroking the obscenely long cock in his hand, he slowly stalked over to her. Hermione stepped back until she fell back on his bed. She was about to get up when he grabbed her foot and removed her high heel. Grabbing the other, he quickly did the same. Next, he pulled her panties down the rest of the way and tossed them to the side.

"Count Montefeltro, I …" but Hermione wasn't given a chance to speak. Harry ripped her dress completely off of her with a single pull. Hermione squealed as her breasts jiggled, and she frantically tried to cover herself on instinct. Harry grabbed her by the back of her thighs and lifted her up. Hermione rose and rose while keeping her arms wrapped around her chest until her legs were resting over his broad shoulders. Looking down, she saw that his face was pressed right up against her naked cunt. When he began walking, she uncovered her tits and grabbed his hair so that she wouldn't fall off. Her back hit the wall with a thump, and before she could say anything, his tongue was already wiggling between her dripping pussy lips. Forgetting about her embarrassment, or the fact that she was cheating on her worthless husband, Hermione threw her head back and moaned as he tasted her for the first time. It had been so long since she had sex. It had been even longer since anyone had gone down on her. His tongue slithered around her wet hole hitting all of the spots that made her toes curl. Threading her fingers through his soft, black hair, she looked down and saw that his mask was off and his face shaking back and forth as he motorboated her dripping cunt. She looked away pink-cheeked and realized that she too was without a mask. She felt his hand leave her thigh and reach up to squeeze her tit. Hermione bit her lip as her eyes fluttered. His fingers were gently grazing against her incredibly hard nipple. She had always liked having them played with.

Suddenly, she gave off a high-pitched squeak as his lips captured her needy clit in a fiery kiss. Suction was added, as was his tongue, and when he pulled her clit with his lips, the tip of his warm tongue wiggled against the hardened nub. Hermione held onto him for dear life as her body trembled and shook. She could feel another orgasm approaching. When his finger touched her virgin asshole, she felt like a bolt of pleasurable lightning had struck her. Immediately, her back arched, and she stuck her chest straight out, presenting her glorious tits to the room. Her pussy fluttered against his lips, and she sprayed him in the face with her girl cum. Her moaning and squeaking continued even as he tossed her onto his bed. She spread her legs wide as her pussy contracted and squirted her juices all over the room. She watched as he crept closer to her, his long, thick cock sticking out menacingly, and his apple-sized testicles swaying with his movement. She rolled over onto her front and tried to crawl away. She was too sensitive and needed a moment to recover. Then out of nowhere, a blindfold appeared over her eyes. Try as she might, she was unable to pull it off. Then some ropes slithered around her ankles and wrists and held them tightly. She panicked and tried to pull out of them, but it was no use. She was about to turn to the Count when another rope tied itself around her hips and pulled them up.

Hermione gasped as more ropes tied themselves to sections of her body. Finally, her arms were pulled out, her thighs were spread as far as they could go, and her ass was lifted up into the air. Now she resembled a cat that was in heat. She was about to tell him to release her but was unable to when her wet panties were stuffed into her mouth. She was forced to taste herself and smell her own arousal as her face was pressed into the bed. Her heart was hammering in her chest. She didn't know what was about to happen.

Suddenly her cheeks were spread wide, and they seemed to stay that was as if magic were keeping them open. Hermione had never blushed so hard in her entire life. She knew that the Count was looking at her gaping pussy and puckered asshole. She was at least thankful that she had continued to remove the hair down there, even if her pussy hadn't been getting any use.

"I've heard rumors that you've been a naughty girl, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione heard him say in a calm, sing-song kind of voice. This didn't make her any less nervous. A wild gasp left her mouth only to be muffled by her soiled panties when she felt something tickling her asshole. It felt like a feather. Whatever it was, it tickled all around her virgin backdoor and down over her pussy. It was really beginning to feel good to her when something hit her.

SMACK!

Hermione squealed as a fiery pain erupted on her shapely ass-cheeks.

SMACK!

Hermione tried to cry out, but her panties were keeping her voice from being heard.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She was trying to beg her lover to stop spanking her, but her voice only came out as a pitiful moan. "Oh. You like that do you?" she heard him ask. She wanted to shake her head, but he cupped her naked pussy and squeezed it. "Oh my! You really are a naughty, little, whore, aren't you, Mrs. Weasley? You've dripped all over my hand!"

Hermione cried out miserably, her pussy fluttering and leaking not only from the pain and pleasure of the brutal spanking but also from the humiliation that she was forced to endure. He rubbed his thumb back and forth over her sloppy wet slit, but when it brushed her clit, she exploded in the biggest orgasm that she had ever had by far. She screamed into her panties as she sprayed the room with her juices. As her body spasmed in pleasure, she felt the Count rub his monstrous cock up and down her slit. Having no other choice, she was forced to take the thick beast as inch after inch slid inside of her. He gave her no time to get used to his huge size. He grabbed her thin waist harshly and began power-fucking her. The treasonous bookworm was grunting as her body was repeatedly jerked forward as the power of thrusts made themselves known. Her toes were curling, and she shook her head rapidly as another orgasm rolled over her. She cried out again as her pussy creamed his thick cock. Suddenly, he pulled his cock out. She heard him whistle in amazement.

"You've creamed my cock up nicely," he told her. Hermione wanted to curl into a ball and die of embarrassment. "Well, since you've made me nice and slick," he said, and Hermione's eyes widened comically as the tip of his fat cock pressed into her virgin asshole. Her eyes clenched shut as she bit down on her panties. Her fists curled into balls as the head of his cock popped into her puckered hole. Slowly, inch after inch, he sank down into her. Her eyes had gotten watery from clenching them so tightly. Hermione felt incredibly full when he finally bottomed out. She let out a breath that she had been holding when he gave her time to get used to his size. Unfortunately for her, he continued to toy with her body. His hand slid down and rubbed her dripping pussy as his other hand cupped her breast. One hand rolled her hard clit while the other rolled her hard nipple. Hermione was mewling and chittering like never before. It seemed that the Count could play her body like a harp. Finally, when she was properly stretched, his hips began moving.

Her feminine grunts made him chuckle as he stuffed her asshole full of cock over and over again. Pulling out, he slammed his cock into her cunt and made her cum again quickly. Her cries and spasms made no difference to him because once his cock was covered in her ejaculations, he used them as lube to fuck her dirty hole once again. He reached down, and at first, she thought that he was going to remove her panties, but instead, his hand found her throat. Slowly his hand began to squeeze until her eyes were nearly popping out of her head. She couldn't breathe, and she was getting light-headed. She struggled to get him to let go, but when she had nearly passed out, he let her go. She sucked in a loud breath as he pulled her panties out of her mouth. Her asshole clenched his thrusting cock as her pussy tried to milk a cock that wasn't there. She moaned and whined like a miserable whore as she came again and again. When he stuffed himself deep into her butt, he squeezed her ass tightly as she felt him begin to fill her. He grunted and spurted his cum deep inside of her used asshole. Giving her ass a last few thrusts, he made sure to drain himself in her. Pulling out, he gave her ass a slap.

Now that her brutal fucking was over, she thought that he was going to free her so that they could lie down and cuddle. She was wrong. She was spun around to face him. She was now face to face with his soiled cock. Hermione turned green thinking about what he wanted. She was about to beg him to avoid that unappealing sex act when she was suddenly looking at her former best friend, Harry Potter. "It's time you repay what you owe," he told her smugly and thrust his slimy cock into her gob that was still open from the shock.