this story is a FILCHxHERMIONE smut pairing, so if that's not something you wanna read, then please exit now!
there's a little bit of plot going on in order to quickly get hermione and filch together. but, it's not super in-depth or anything. this is rated M for mature, because there is sex, sexual language, and a bit of humiliation and degradation, especially toward the end.
happy reading! ~s
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CORPUS LIBIDINOSA
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hermione stumbled down the corridor, dazed. with her chest heaving, she hid in the nearest alcove.
her nipples were incredibly hard, the fabric of her bra and uniform felt almost unbearably heavy. and worse, her clit was throbbing. her pussy was so wet. her body felt like it was on fire. it ached in a way she had never felt before. sure, she had plenty of frigging sessions, most notably when she was thinking of harry or ron, but nothing like this.
hermione strained her ears. was malfoy coming after her? had any of the slytherins followed her? the dungeon hall of the castle was quiet.
earlier, she had been looking for crookshanks. ron had kicked him out of the common rooms, still convinced that crookshanks had killed scabbers. she had been on the second floor, when she ran into terry boot. he told her that he saw crooks slinking down the stairs to the dungeons.
it had almost been curfew, and though hermione loathed breaking rules, she was much more worried about her cat. she had continued searching for him, even knowing she would get into trouble.
malfoy — hermione internally raged at him — had caught her alone, searching for crookshanks. malfoy was the reason her body was acting out of sorts.
slowing her breathing, hermione closed her eyes. concentrate. what was that spell?
corpus libidinosa? what would the counter curse be?
hermione groaned to herself. her pussy was drenched. all she wanted was a little relief. her hand moved, almost of its own accord, to her panties. biting her lip, she pressed on her mound. her knees felt wobbly as her clit sent a tendril of pleasure through her body.
"oh merlin," hermione whispered, her hand slipping into her panties. "oh yes, mmmm."
she didn't have to do much. every caress felt so good. she leaned against the wall, spreading her legs as she drew circles around her clit, before slipping a finger into her wet folds.
hermione moaned as her other hand traced up her stomach, cupping her small breast. she pinched her nipple hard and gasped, her eyes opening.
she pushed her panties down to her knees, enjoying the feel of the cold dungeon air on her shaven cunt. quietly, she listened to her surroundings as she continued to slowly thrust her finger inside of her pussy.
she was so fucking close. maybe if she came, the curse would be over.
"meow."
hermione stopped her ministrations, leaving her wet pussy aching in need. fuck, she was so horny. hermione started touching herself again.
what the bloody hell had malfoy done to her?
mrs. norris trotted around the corner of the alcove, right to where hermione stood, and she swished her tail.
"shoo!" hermione quickly waved one hand at the cat, the other still tracing her wet clit. "get out of here!"
mrs. norris's golden eyes stared up at hermione. she flicked her tail again silently, as though the feline was sizing hermione up. suddenly, there were approaching footsteps.
hermione felt her heart leap to her throat as her nipples somehow hardened more. she tried to move her hand away from her pussy, she really did, but every time her hand pulled away, the ache became unbearable.
"what have you found, mrs. norris?"
the sound of filch's boots on the stone floor of the castle was both daunting and mesmerizing. part of hermione filled with hope. he could take her to madam pomfrey or professor mcgonagall. surely one of them would know the counter curse.
"have you found a student out of bed?"
hermione whimpered, slipping two fingers deep into her wet folds, wishing she were anywhere but here. her panties around her knees, skirt hiked up and legs spread so her young pussy was on full display. her other hand had found its way back to her blouse, three buttons undone as she massaged her breast.
filch rounded the corner, his hand raised with a lantern.
if hermione had thought seeing filch's ugly face would turn her off, much like a cold shower, she was wrong. hermione drank in the sight of him, and her body responded. his lank hair and wrinkled face. his mouth in a perpetual snarl, showing his yellowed, crooked teeth. his bony hand outstretched with the lantern. how would it feel if it was his hand fingering her little cunt?
filch stopped. his eyes raking over her body, he was immobile as he took in the scene before him.
she knew what she must look like, frazzled and bush haired, posed like a porn star against the dungeon walls.
"please, sir."
hermione felt heat rise to her cheeks and across her chest.
filch licked his lips, and hermione couldn't help but follow the trail of his tongue with her eyes. since when was filch so bloody hot?
filch finally spoke, "what are you doing out of bed so late, miss granger?"
hermione's clit throbbed for attention, so she slowly rubbed her thumb across it. her mind worked frantically as her flush deepened.
"i-i-i was looking for my cat. i know i wasn't supposed to be out so late, but i was worried and-"
hermione suppressed a moan as her cunt sent a particularly delicious feeling of fire through her lower belly. oh merlin, she was going to cum in front of filch.
"and terry boot said he saw crooks down in the dungeons. so i-i came down here looking for him. then malfoy-"
hermione's eyes met filch's, and she noticed that he was concentrating her parted thighs. her pussy throbbed in excitement. she pressed a little harder against her clit, suddenly glad she so methodical with keeping her pussy so well-shaven.
"then i ran into malfoy. he-he cursed me, mr. filch."
hermione widened her legs a little bit to emphasize what the curse had done. she was so fucking close that she wanted to cry in frustration.
she looked at his face, and he was smirking. he thought this was funny! she felt her embarrassment burn, all the way to her hard nipples. at least now, she could get some help. this had to be the most embarrassing night of her life.
"a likely story."
and just like that, hermione's heart plummeted to her gut.
"please, sir! malfoy-he did this to me! i-i can't stop. you have to tell professor mcgonagall!"
filch placed his lantern on a hook on the wall, and hermione felt her desperation grow.
"no need to lie to me, missy. i know why you're here. why you're half-naked and frigging that little pussy of yours in the hallway."
filch stepped toward her, and as she flinched, her breathing sped up, and hermione slowed her movements.
"you bloody kids. think you can get away with everything nowadays. oh, the things i would do to you if i could take you to the torture chambers."
hermione could see the excitement in his eyes, as he started unbuttoning his cloak and shirt. a thrill ran through her body and landed in her clit. and her eyes dropped to his crotch. she could see a noticeable tent in his trousers. she wanted him to unbutton them, so she could see.
"you thought you'd give old filch a show, tease him a bit?"
"no!" hermione felt tears well in her eyes.
"you thought you'd get a kick out of it, didn't you? go safely back to your room and joke with your nasty little friends?" filch was so close that hermione could smell his foul breath. filch reached forward, pressing his hand to her naked cunt. filch's voice dropped an octave. "then shag them."
hermione's hand fell away with no resistence as his finger found her wet folds.
"please, sir. i-i'm telling you the truth."
"i'll teach you to think you can-"
"n-no. malfoy cursed me!" hermione shivered as his finger flicked her aching clit. she gasped, jutting her hips forward for more contact.
"my, my you are quite wet, miss granger," filch slipped a finger into her hot pussy. "you're sopping."
"nnmmmh," hermione pressed her pussy against his hand, her back arching in pleasure. "no, sir. it's the curse-"
her eyes were following the movement of his hands, as he took off his shirt. how could she be attracted to this? even by a curse?
"then, leave."
she didn't move. she greedily took in his sparsely haired chest as his dirty shirt fell to the floor. filch was practically all bones. he had the tiniest tummy pooch, and a sparse line of dark hairs leading down his navel into his pants. his nipples were a light brown, which surprised her. hermione pressed her aching pussy against his wrinkly hand.
"thought as much, you naughty little slut."
filch closed the distance between their mouths and kissed her hard. hermione welcomed his tongue into her mouth as he pumped his finger knuckle deep into her.
it was the wettest kiss she'd ever received, and his spit did not taste good, but she wanted it anyway. hermione slipped her hands into his lank hair, pulling him closer until they had to breathe. filch pulled back, and she felt a trail of spit sliding down her chin.
she slowly licked her lips, swallowing the spit he had deposited in her mouth, thinking about how abhorred her parents would be by filch's yellowed, crooked teeth.
filch's trousers dropped to the ground, and hermione's mouth went dry at the site of his thin, wrinkled cock. oh merlin, she wanted it. she wanted him.
"please, sir."
she didn't know what she was asking for anymore. she wanted him to stop, to take her to mcgonagall and go back to her dorms. she wanted to suck his cock, taste the saltiness of his cum as she frigged her pussy on the stone floors of the dungeon. she wanted him to take her against the wall, her virgin pussy quivered at the mere thought. she wanted to scream argus filch's name throughout the dungeon as he bends her over a desk and ruts her for all she's worth.
filch pulled open her blouse, her remaining buttons popping and dropping to the floor as he closed the distance between them. his hard cock presses against her virgin cunt as he mashed her under-developed breasts with his hands.
filch clamped his mouth around her right nipple, and hermione saw stars.
she felt her knees weaken as she moaned loudly, her clit thrumming in pleasure at the feeling of his manhood rubbing against her. filch gripped her hips painfully.
hermione's orgasm was building. so close. she wrapped her legs around his boney hips, needing him. she needily rubbed her sopping pussy against his hard cock.
she slipped her hands back into his greasy, thin hair. filch suckled her nipple hard, flicking it with his tongue before giving it a nip.
"oh merlin, yes."
hermione's eyes rolled back as he made small movements with his hips, his thin, wrinkled prick rubbing against her swollen clit.
"oh argus!" hermione's moan echoed in the hall as she came hard, harder than she had ever cum by herself. "yes, mmmm, merlin! argus!"
he grinned as he pulled back. filch leaned down and kissed her on the mouth again, and hermione welcomed his tongue back. oh fuck, all she wanted was him.
filch's hands slipped to her waist, and he positioned his hard cock at her dripping entrance.
"little slut!" he hissed as he thrusted into her, breaking her hymen.
hermione's ecstasy was quickly forgotten as his cock felt like it split her into two.
"no!" hermione whimpered as he sawed into her, disregarding her pain. "it hurts."
hermione gasped, pushing his shoulders away from her, wanting him to stop. he was too big. how was his thin cock so big?
filch grunted as he fucked her harder, the sound of his hard cock squelching in and out of her pussy. she was so damn tight!
the stone wall dug into her back as he pounded into her with surprising strength for his thin frame. the hurt lessened, but didn't go away, and tears fell down hermione's cheeks as she realized filch had taken her virginity.
filch grunted loudly as he fucked her, and hermione's cunt squeezed him hard, milking his cock. he felt her muscles contract and whispered in her ear, "filthy little slut you are, aren't you?"
she dug her fingers into his shoulders. her wet pussy slowly accommodating filch's hard cock as he showed no signs of slowing down.
"getting what you deserve," filch's movements became more defined as he slowed a bit, enjoying himself inside hermione's pussy. every thrust was harder, deeper.
"mmnh!" hermione's quiet crying became low gasps as filch's thrusts felt deeper and more intentional rather than a haze of rutting. he breathed hard in her face from exertion and excitement.
filch's bony fingers dug into her hips hard, as he held her. he pulled his cock almost all the way out before slamming back into her, his hairy balls slapping her ass, wet from her sopping little pussy.
hermione felt something building as she looked to filch's wrinkled face. her aching pussy was starting to enjoy this, and she couldn't believe it. silently, her resistance fell away, as she accepted his aged cock inside of her.
hermione leaned forward and kissed him, licking his lips and plunging her tongue into his foul mouth as he fucked her. she tasted his spit as he pushed his tongue down her throat, warring for dominance. hermione gave it to him.
"mmmnggh!" hermione arched her back as his cock started to hit something, deep inside of her cunt. she could feel his wirey pubic hairs pricking her pussy.
filch's thrusts became shorter as hermione's legs tightened around him, the heels of her school shoes digging into his ass.
"mmmm, oh argus," hermione panted in his ear as his pace changed.
"you little," filch's breath was uneven as he pounded into her, "you filthy little whore. i'm gonna cum inside you."
hermione moaned, his words sending desire throughout her body. she wanted it. all the worries of STDs, pregnancy, it all flew out of her mind as she thought about his wrinkled cock spurting into her. her pussy clamped hard around his wrinkled dick as she came. it pulsed around him as she kissed his neck, needing to taste some part of him.
"oh please," hermione gasped, loving the feel of filch's body against hers. her nipples, grazing his chest. "please cum in me, argus. your cock feels so good."
filch fucked hermione harder, spurred on by her hot little body responding so eagerly to him. no one had wanted him so badly before. no one had wanted his squib babies, and this little slut wanted him. it had been years with just mrs. norris and his hand. hermione's nubile, hot pussy was everything. he had never felt something so tight and delicious before.
"i want your cum, argus."
filch's nails dug into hermione's hips, almost drawing blood as he slammed into her, his body spasming as he came.
"yes!" hermione shouted, her voice echoing down the hall, "oh god, yes, argus!"
hermione watched his face as he came inside her, his eyes mostly closed, wrinkled face contorting. filch's receding hairline, his hair fell lank at the sides of his face. his mouth was still in a sneer. gods he was so sexy.
filch grunted loudly as he coated her insides with his spunk. filch's hips jerked, and he held her against him, trying to thrust deeper and deeper without pulling out.
hermione was moaning loudly in pleasure as she looked at him.
his grunts settled as his jerks slowed. gods, this little bitch was so hot. her school girl skirt still around her waist, her socks and shoes still on. her blouse and robes on the floor.
thankfully, the ache in hermione's pussy seemed to finally subside. she no longer felt the frenzied need to frig herself silly or beg filch to fuck her more. though, she noted with surprise, she definitely wouldn't say no to more. what she did feel was an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude as her petite body hummed in pleasure.
hermione kissed filch in a haze, suckling his tongue, enjoying the taste of his spit and the feeling of fullness in her cunt. she could feel filch's cum seeping out of her and down his cock. her arms were wrapped around his shoulders, as she ended the kiss. she knew exactly what she wanted to do now.
filch looked at her half-lidded and started to release her. what year was she anyway? hopefully she wasn't a firstie.
hermione released her legs and pushed gently away from him, momentarily distracting him. suddenly she was on her knees, startling him slightly as he felt her soft, small hand around the base of his softening cock.
hermione quickly wrapped her lips around his head, making filch groan. he threaded his fingers into bushy hair as she swiped her tongue across the tip and started sucking.
"yessss," filch hissed, looking down at the young witch, meeting her eyes.
there wasn't much left, but hermione was able to taste the musky-saltiness of his cum, mingled with her own wetness.
"mmmm," she moaned as she bobbed her head up and down, her tongue caressing his half-hard member. she sucked him hard, the sound of her mouth on his cock turning her on. her hands were on his hips, helping her keep a steady rhythm. filch looked down at her, his eyes half-lidded as he gripped her hair tightly.
hermione pulled back, licking around the base of his cock to his hairy ball sack. she moaned louder as she lapped up the taste of him. she eagerly sucked on each ball, rubbing her tongue on the soft skin. her young pussy throbbed softly.
she looked up to him as his sparse, wirey hairs prickled her face and tongue, and she continued to lick him clean.
hermione kept eye contact with filch as she took in as much of his wrinkled cock into her warm mouth as she could. she wanted filch to know how much she wanted him, how much she enjoyed him.
as much as she had half-hoped filch would harden again, it wasn't happening. his cock was obviously softening more and more until it was only a couple of inches long.
filch suddenly pulled her hair, pulling her away from his cock as he started to piss. hermione gagged as it splashed into her mouth and across her face. finishing up, filch gave his cock a few jerks, ridding it of the last few drops of pee before tucking it back into his trousers.
"detention, missy. friday at 7 p.m.," filch said as he picked up his shirt.
and he left her there, retching on the stone floor, his mind whirling with ideas for friday.