The Hogwarts Coven
Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret
Chapter 15 – Trying Your Luck
Hermione had a task, a very specific task, and she was willing to use all of her wiles to get it done. She needed to get a book on coven rituals, and soon. And she needed permission from Professor McGonagall to get it done.
The thought of sex with her favourite professor was somewhat daunting. Not because of the inherent taboo of the teacher-student relationship, or because of the age difference, but instead because of the huge amount of admiration that Hermione had for her professor. What if McGonagall was horrified at the thought? Sickened by its taboo nature. Or worst of all, what if she deemed Hermione unattractive.
Hermione's sexual confidence had risen and emerged suddenly out of nowhere. She had very much transformed since she discovered the power of depravity. But rapid construction is often built on hastily assembled foundations. And Hermione's certainly was. So, when Hermione was met by the maliciousness of Pansy Parkinson, everything that she had built wobbled. One might assume that it was a testament to her mental fortitude that she had not completely collapsed in its aftermath. But they would be inaccurate. It was not strength that allowed her to appear to be 'fine' only hours afterwards. It was instead a stunning ability to repress.
The cuts of the attack, had not yet scarred, they were simply plastered over and hidden. But in moments of conflict and stress, such as on a first date with someone who wants you to remove the plaster so she can help heal the wound, the venom in the cut lashes out with extreme prejudice. And you end up with an ex-girlfriend as a perpetually tearful roommate.
The weeks since their disaster of a date had been awkward for the both of them. Lavender woke up before Hermione and left in a rush, before returning for sleep earlier. Though she barely slept. She just cried. She had been in the process of building some foundations of her own, when her building partner had destroyed the nearby dam and flooded the whole place.
Parvati was left uncomfortably in the middle, receiving no answers from either of them. Lavender cried and claimed she was 'fine' between sobs. Hermione was stoic and parroted Lavender's answer. Hermione's tightly held schedule had slowly deteriorated, her sleeping pattern increasing in its volatility. And Lavender's carefully constructed image had crumbled, the usual effort that she put into her outward appearance was now going into mourning something that could have been. She looked scruffy and tired at all times. Her eyes bleary, her skin unhealthily pale and lifeless. She had latched on to the kindness of a person, pinned her hopes on them, only to be a victim to said person's own destructive traits.
It was an unholy mess that had no real solution. But Hermione had not thought about such things at all. The plasters were in place and sleeves rolled down. Everything was ordered, everything was normal in her world. Or so she repeated to herself. Hermione had convinced herself that to dwell was to not only suffer but to lose to the trauma, to not think about it, was to win. A proposition that she would never suggest was true if someone came to her with their own trauma. But oftentimes one is far better at giving advice than following it themselves. One is a far better carer of others, than of themselves.
Regardless, Hermione was determined. She had a goal, a goal that allowed her to focus solely on one thing. So that is why she found herself knocking on the Deputy Headmistress' office, a couple of hours before curfew.
"What can I do for you, Miss Granger?" the Transfiguration professor asked curiously. She had noticed the change in, though she could never admit this aloud, her favourite student.
"I need to ask you something, professor," Hermione answered honestly.
"Well come in then," McGonagall ushered her student in and shut the door behind her.
Hermione sat at the chair in front of the cluttered desk, McGonagall behind it. "What is it you wanted to ask, Miss Granger?"
"I need your permission to go to Diagon Alley," Hermione stated flatly, as emotionlessly as she could manage.
"Why would you be going to Diagon Alley?" McGonagall asked the obvious question.
"I need to get a book," came the reply.
"Can you not just order it by owl?"
"I don't know the exact book I want."
"What's the subject then?"
"I can't tell you."
"Because you know I won't give you permission if you do?"
"Yes."
"Then why would I let you go?"
"I was hoping you would trust me."
"Surely trust goes both ways, Miss Granger." McGonagall said carefully. The tension in the room had become palpable. Both witches unwilling to cede ground.
"It does. And I trusted that you would come to the correct decision," Hermione replied.
"I'm not sure that's how it works," the older witch replied. "Why should I give you the permission you seek?"
"Because I'm doing it for good reasons."
"Good intentions can often lead to bad outcomes," McGonagall replied, eyebrow raised.
"But they can also lead to good outcomes," Hermione said, hoping that McGonagall would latch onto the optimism in her voice.
"They are certainly better than bad intentions. But I still can't see how I would be in any way justified in granting you this permission," McGonagall explained.
"Because you trust me," Hermione said quietly.
"My hesitation is not a demonstration in my lack of faith in you, or your intentions. But it is instead a principled response, to your own hesitation in giving me the details," she elucidated.
"Professor," Hermione said weakly. "Please," McGonagall swallowed at the pleading desperation in Hermione's voice. But she knew that she could not crack.
"I'm sorry Miss Granger," McGonagall said, with a finality to her tone. She stood up, and gestured for Hermione to leave. Hermione stood to, her disappointment plain to see. "I really am sorry Hermione, but unless you're more forthcoming, you leave me with no choice," McGonagall said in a conciliatory tone.
Hermione started for the door, but then an idea struck her. It was devious, Slytherin-like even. And it was somewhat unfair to McGonagall but Hermione thought her chances of making it work were high.
As Hermione passed next to McGonagall, she paused and turned to face her professor. There was a few inches in height difference between the two, forcing Hermione on to the tips of her toes. "Professor," she whispered.
"Miss Granger?" asked a wary McGonagall.
"I've wanted to do this for so long," Hermione admitted before pressing her lips to McGonagall's own. McGonagall was shocked to say the least, but her lips, usually pressed into a thin line on her stern face, opened instinctively, allowing Hermione in. Hermione deepened and intensified the kiss, trying to push her professor into a response. McGonagall did, after a few stunned seconds, respond, by kissing back forcefully. She took control, as she tended to do in the bedroom, gripping the younger girl's waist and guiding her back against the desk.
"We should not be doing this, Miss Granger," McGonagall warned, her last vestiges of rational resistance briefly regaining control.
"We really should, professor. I want you to feel how much I respect and admire you. I need to feel your body against mine, you inside of me, I submit to you, professor," Hermione said huskily.
And with those words, the beast within took control of McGonagall. With an astonishing display of wandless magic, McGonagall, banished not only their clothes, but also the clutter on the desk, not randomly, but into neat, ordered piles, on the floor. Then with a surprising strength she gripped Hermione's waist and lifted her onto the desk, before spinning her around, so she was facing the opposite direction. Then she guided her student's shoulders down so that Hermione's head hung off the edge of the table.
McGonagall was in the zone now. Her mind was focused on one task, which was to fuck her student. Teacher-student relationships were frowned upon, but not very strictly policed. A select group of the female professors of Hogwarts met regularly for sexual release, but also for drinks and gossip. And the professors in question often regaled the rest of the group with tales of their sordid activities with their students. Such as Pomona Sprout's relationship with Neville Longbottom, Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott. These stories would get McGonagall incredibly hard and worked up, but she had not herself indulged in such activities since her. And given how she had ended up; McGonagall had refrained since. And she had refrained with relative ease. Nymphadora Tonks was her last real challenge in self-control, but she had managed. Yet, from very early on in Hermione's time at Hogwarts, McGonagall realised that she had another struggle on her hands. Seeing the bushy haired girl at the Yule Ball, had made her want to do all sorts of debauched things to her. And in the end, all it took for her resistance to break completely was one kiss, and a few whispered words. Though McGonagall was 'on top' she was in many ways putty in Hermione's hands.
The position that Hermione found herself in was perfect for McGonagall. The Transfiguration teacher thrust violently in to Hemrione's mouth, her balls slapping into the girl's face. "This mouth is as good at taking cock as it is at answering questions," McGonagall commented.
The older witch's eyes scanned her teenage student's body, gazing at the desert of youthful unblemished skin. Her perfect mounds on her chest, topped by perky pink nipples. Her surprisingly muscled thighs and flat stomach. But most notably her eyes were drawn to the monstrous shaft sitting firmly on her lower stomach.
McGonagall liked having sex with a less endowed witch or wizard, usually finding their member cute, and their small size adding to the domination. But there was also something about taking someone with a larger tool. For McGonagall it was the joy in seeing such an impressive shaft rendered useless, reduced to decoration. It demonstrated dominance in one clear image.
Hermione was in a world of her own. McGonagall's forceful use of her mouth was arousing, which was not as surprising as it may seem. Though Hermione was clearly dominant in the bedroom, on aggregate, she was not completely averse to such treatment, if from the right person. And Minerva McGonagall was that person. Hermione would only ever see her favourite teacher as an authority figure, and therefore, in her mind, submission was entirely natural.
McGonagall was greatly enjoying using her student's mouth and throat for her own pleasure. The girl's gagging, spluttering and eyes watering, only adding to her excitement. She growled lowly, as Hermione's throat continued to massage her cock wonderfully, the girl's body seemingly submitting to her wholeheartedly.
But after a few minutes, Minerva decided to switch it up. "Spin back around and spread those legs," she ordered. Hermione scrambled to obey, ignoring the thick webs of phlegm that clung to her face. "Such a cute hole," McGonagall said, leaning down and spitting on it. She inserted a finger, and finding the hole receptive, quickly added a second. "Not as open as I might have expected," she commented.
"I'm normally on top, professor," Hermione explained.
"Yet you bottom so naturally for me," she replied.
"Because I've always seen you as an adult figure above me," Hermione expounded.
"Now literally," the greying witch laughed. Hermione joined in, her ass tightening around the invading fingers as she did. "Now for a third," she commentated, slipping in an extra finger.
Hermione moaned at the addition; her ass now being noticeably stretched. Her professor's three fingers moved steadily in and out, occasionally flexing and curling inside of her, adding to the pleasure. "I think you're prepared enough now," McGonagall announced, removing her fingers and reaching forward to feed them to Hermione. Hermione brought her mouth around McGonagall's digits, moaning at the taste of her own ass. "Dirty girl," the teacher commented, causing Hermione to blush.
McGonagall grabbed her shaft and placed it at Hermione's prepared entrance. The Scot grabbed Hermione's breast with her now damp fingers, squeezing on the flesh, as she used her other hand to help ease her shaft into the younger witch. "Still so tight," she groaned as the head of her cock muscled its way in to Hermione's ass.
Hermione felt the strange feeling of her ass being filled up. A familiar throb of pleasure emanated from her ass as the advancing cock brushed past her prostate. The sensations associated with being on the receiving end of sodomy were somehow simultaneously queer and familiar. It was an inherently odd set of sensations, but once one had done it before, it became familiar. And it was normally, pleasurable.
Hermione's mind did momentarily flick to the last time she had been taken, the time of her assault. But she quickly squeezed those thoughts out and back into their prison, instead managing to focus on the feeling of McGonagall's cock invading her body. She squeezed her eyes shut, to help her concentrate singularly on what she was experiencing in the moment.
But she soon reopened them again as she felt McGonagall bottom out and then begin to properly fuck her. Her professor's hands had moved to the back of her thighs, pushing them down and providing her leverage. Hermione's own hands played with her nipples, pinching and twisting. And her eyes focused on McGonagall's chest, fascinated by the way that her professor's slightly sagging breasts bounced along with the woman's thrusting.
Meanwhile, McGonagall was experiencing a particular bliss that she had not experienced for quite some time. Having built up a good rhythm, her cock sawed in and out of Hermione's tight ass with a controlled precision. But her feelings inside were anything but controlled. There was something about the vigour and life of youth that made Hermione's body so delicious to both look at and fuck. It gave off a livelier more chaotic energy even when she was barely moving. McGonagall enjoyed her time with her fellow professors greatly, but it was the taboo mixed in with the aforementioned vitality of youth that made fucking her students so delicious. She marvelled that she had managed to go so long without indulging in these pleasures. The rise and fall of Hermione's rounded mounds, the jiggle of her ass, the feeling of her thighs beneath McGonagall's hands and the carnal moans emanating from her mouth were all sending McGonagall quickly to her edge.
"I'm going to cum," she growled in warning.
"Please give me your cum, professor," Hermione moaned in an overly girly voice.
That did it for McGonagall, whose balls seized up in an instant. She collapsed forward onto Hermione, her dick buried inside of her student's ass, as she erupted inside. Her load spewing into Hermione in vast quantities. Though her hair was greying, age had not affected her sexual organs, as of yet. As she filled up her student with copious amounts of cum, no different to the load of a teenage witch.
McGonagall groaned as she steadily pulled her sensitive cock from Hermione's ass, her cum spilling out onto the desk as she did. "Now you can clean me up," McGonagall instructed.
Hermione quickly got off the desk and knelt before her professor, taking the woman's shaft into her mouth and cleaning all of the remnants of her orgasm. "So good," McGonagall complimented. "Now we can't leave you with that thing still in such a state," she announced. "Bend over the desk again, and lick up that cum whilst you do," she directed.
Hermione again, followed her instructions hastily. Bending over the desk, her legs spread, her cock jutting out from between her hips, she put her face to the wooden desk and licked. The act was demeaning, and she would not have done it for anyone else, but she happily did so for her favourite professor. She enjoyed the salty taste too.
McGonagall had busied herself with retrieving their wands whilst Hermione was cleaning the table. Having done so, she returned to behind the girl. With Hermione's wand she muttered a spell under her breath and with no warning rammed the wand into its owner's used ass.
Hermione's eyes opened in shock as the vibrating implement was suddenly inside of her. Its rapid vibrations against her magical spot, sending all sorts of delightful feelings through her body.
McGonagall performed the same spell with her own wand and crouched down alongside Hermione. She grasped Hermione's shaft with one hand, stroking it gently, to the girl's increasingly loud moans. With the second vibrating wand, McGonagall pressed it against Hermione's full balls. Hermione shrieked in response, her body now being pleasured at three different points, and all three of them were uniquely exquisite. "Oh fuck!" she cried, as she rapidly neared her own release.
McGonagall jerked Hermione off that little bit quicker, smiling in satisfaction as she noted the tell-tale signs of an impending orgasm. She did not have to wait long to be confirmed correct. "Oh, God! Oh, fucking heavens!" Hermione screamed as she went through an anal, testicle and cock induced orgasm. It was different to any orgasm she had previously experienced. It was somehow fuller in its pleasure. Her cock exploded and painted the side of the desk white with streaks of viscous jizz. Her legs shook and her ass groped and released the wand in its depths as she came. Her eyes were shut and her mind was completely blank. Bliss was all her body felt.
McGonagall enjoyed the sight of her student in orgasmic bliss. It made her own cock begin to stir again. Surprising as reload time was the only sexual aspect that age had as of yet affected.
Then Hermione went still and silent. "I enjoyed that thoroughly, Miss Granger," McGonagall commented, standing up to her full height, her no longer vibrating wand in her hand. She removed Hermione's wand from the girl's ass and cleaned it of cum with a charm from her own wand.
Hermione soon stirred to life and gratefully accepted her wand back. The two got dressed in silence, Hermione unable to meet her professor's eyes. "This doesn't change anything about that permission you were after," McGonagall said, making explicit what she hoped Hermione knew anyway.
"Of course, professor," Hermione replied quickly. "I did that because I wanted to, not because I wanted something for it," she said.
"Very well, Miss Granger. I enjoyed it very much but I think it's time for you to leave," she said.
"One for the road?" Hermione asked. McGonagall acquiesced, pursing her lips for Hermione. They kissed for several seconds before breaking apart. "Good evening, professor," she bid the older woman as she left.
"Good evening," McGonagall said as the door closed.
Now alone, save her thoughts, McGonagall slumped into her chair with a heavy sigh. "What have I done?" she asked the empty room. And then she started to sob, gently at first, but then harder, before tears poured down her face torrentially.
Her mind on one thing and one thing only; her.
Gabrielle's bet, and her presence in general, had provided a light relief for Fleur. The two bantered and gossiped about the bet, trash talking each other's chances of winning, making comments about other students who would be fun to seduce in trying to win said bet.
Of course, Fleur was pretty confident, what with being in a sex-based cult now, not that she had told Gabrielle this. Hermione claimed that they would be ready very soon. She had told the members of the soon-to-be coven that she would be prepared very shortly, quicker than expected. They of course were all still concerned about Hermione, but let her get on with it. There was no telling her otherwise.
And it was one of those others that Fleur had now turned her attention to. There were only two people who had so far accepted a place in the coven that Fleur had not had the pleasure of laying with; Luna and Ron. And though he had seemed to reject her not that long ago Fleur was confident this time round. This was mostly based on his newfound 'open' relationship with the Patil twins, an arrangement he was particularly proud of. Not that they had yet gone on a date. And nor had he made use of the open nature of said relationship. But Fleur was positive that she would be the first.
"Ronald!" she greeted as he exited the Great Hall, as she knew he would be.
"Er, hi Fleur," Ron replied slightly uncomfortably. He no longer gawped at the Veela, due to her increasing presence on the Gryffindor table, in and around his friends, but she still made him uneasy. Her beauty, Veela or not, was distracting, this was only in addition to her haughty outward demeanour. Moreover, Ron had seen her not only unclothed but being pounded by one of his best friends not too long ago. His reaction was very understandable.
"I was hoping to talk with you," she opened. "Somewhere private," she added in a quieter voice.
"Sure," Ron gulped, sweat immediately forming on his palms. He knew exactly what she was after. And this time he was going to say yes. He was immensely flattered by the forthcoming offer, and that only added to the nerves. He wanted to perform well, after all, they would be doing it again soon, albeit in a group setting.
"You can lead the way to a suitable venue," she purred. Ron shivered as he led the way to a less congested part of Hogwarts.
"This should suffice with a couple of charms," he declared, entering an empty classroom.
"Allow me," Fleur said, closing the door behind them and turning to perform a variety of privacy related charms. "I expect you know why I am here," Fleur said once she was done, turning once again to face Ron.
"I have a decent idea," he replied.
"I believe your new relationship with those pretty Patil twins allows this?" the inflection at the end of her voice, making it a question.
"It does," Ron nodded, unable to contain the eager smile that exploded onto his face.
"And the other day, you were going to reject me, because you wanted to pursue this relationship?"
"Yes," he confirmed.
"So now that it has been successfully pursued and it is open, you can now say yes?"
"I can."
"So?"
"Yes," he said, the required information finally being revealed.
"Parfait!" Fleur exclaimed. "Now you can drop to your knees," she suggested, immediately taking up a certain role.
Ron hesitated for a second, almost protesting at her assumption of his submission. But then she dropped her skirt and tights, revealing her ten inches of perfect girlmeat, so Ron automatically dropped to his knees. Some shuffling and a cushioning charm later and he was happily slurping away on her cock. "C'est Magnifique!" Fleur squealed as his mouth slowly advanced further and further up her cock with each practised bob of his head. Ron was now very proud of his fellatio skills. And from Fleur's reaction, it would seem, to an observer, to be justified. "Oui, oui, oui, mon ami!" she cried, as he finally took her entire length into her mouth. "Your mouth iz fantastic," she complimented, her accent returning as she got excited. "Just keep sucking my dick, like a good eenglish slut!"
Ron blushed at her words, but his cock got that little bit harder. He loved the way he could feel her cock throb in his mouth. How he could trace every vein with his tongue. How he could taste her salty pre-cum already. Though she was marginally smaller than Hermione, the shape of Fleur's cock was perfection. Whereas Hermione's looked its size, with a certain brutal aesthetic, Fleur's was somehow both intimidating and wonderfully feminine. It was as if it had been hand crafted by Aphrodite or Dionysus for sex. And Ron was excited to have it ploughing his ass.
But Fleur was content to let him slobber on her cock for a bit longer yet. Grabbing his red hair and taking control, she thrust her hips forward, forcing her cock down his throat at greater speeds. "Fuck yeah, 'ore!" Fleur shouted. "Take my perfect cock, you leetle eenglish slag! Zat iz eet!" Fleur was becoming increasingly vocal as his throat continued constricting around her cock. "I could die 'appy in zis throat!" came her morbid pronouncement. "But I need zat ass," she added. She quickly and roughly fucked his face, satisfying her need to dominate him in such a way, before eventually pulling out, saliva strings hanging from her cock and his lips. "Over ze table," she commanded, and Ron obeyed.
He quickly relieved himself of his clothes, robes, trousers, underwear, and the rest. Then, he bent over the nearest desk, his legs spread wide; and waited.
"Mhhhm," Fleur made lusty noised from behind him as she admired his ass. Stroking her hands along his backside before smacking it.
"Ah!" Ron yelped as her hands collided with the bare skin of his ass.
"So, lovely," she murmured, before crouching down behind him. "And so yummy," she giggled, spreading his cheeks to reveal his wrinked hole, before diving in tongue-first.
"Ohhhh," Ron moaned as he felt Fleur's wet and fleshy tongue poke, prod and lap at his hole.
"Such a plump ass," she noted, having great fun jiggling the cheeks with her hands. "You English have such plump asses," she remarked. Her mind drifting to Hermione's delectable backside. Even Harry and Ginny's tighter, more athletic asses, were fuller than their athletic counterparts across the channel. It was a difference Fleur saw as a positive. She had become particularly sexually enamoured with the English students of Hogwarts, not something she, a proud French witch, would ever have thought likely. But here she was, merrily rimming such a student.
Ron meanwhile was content to simply luxuriate in the pleasure of his current situation. It was absurd to think about, a stunning Veela happily degrading herself between his asscheeks, so Ron chose to feel instead of think. Though his mind did drift to Padma and Parvati, and the pleasure that he was going to have in describing this encounter to them in full detail. He knew it would end up with him getting his ass stuffed. And he was looking forward to it.
But it was the immediate butt-stuffing he was about to receive that returned to the fore of his thoughts as Fleur's tongue was replaced by something a lot harder and a lot bigger. "Ready for my big cock?" Fleur asked, only half expecting an answer.
"Please," Ron moaned as he felt the tip of her cock tease his hole. She slid her shaft between his cheeks, rubbing against his entrance but not actually entering. "Please fuck my ass," Ron begged. "Please fuck my ass with your big cock, pound me till you fill me up with your hot load," he pleaded more.
"Very well," Fleur smirked, placing her tip at his entrance and pushing. The dual oral lubrication did its job, as well as Ron's recent storied sexual history, and Fleur's dick glided forward, with less resistance than she was expecting. "Your slutty ass iz gobbling me up," Fleur teased. "Such a 'ore!" Fleur's words were proven accurate, as her hips came up against his ass in only a matter of seconds. "Still so tight," she whispered, eyes scrunched closed as she enjoyed the particular pleasure of that first exploration into a new ass.
Ron was back in what was rapidly becoming his happy place; beneath a witch, with their large cock buried in his ass. The terribly short length of time that it had taken Fleur to bottom out inside of him, made him flush in embarrassment. It really just confirmed that he was a total buttslut. But he was now happy with that role. And why would he not be, when a beautiful woman like Fleur Delacour was eliciting such intensely pleasurable sensations from his ass.
Fleur had quickly got into the rhythm of fucking Ron. Helped vastly by the ease in which his ass allowed hers to slip in and out. She found a hard and steady pace and kept at it, one hand on his hip, one hand resting on his back. "You are such a perfect leetle slut for me," Fleur growled. "I can feel zat tight ass trying to make me cum. But I won't cum before you do!" she declared assuredly.
Ron moaned and mewled as Fleur upped her pace again, her hips slamming into his ass. But then Fleur upped the ante further still, extending her arms forward and putting two fingers from each hand into his mouth, fish-hooking him. Now all he could do was make very odd noises of contentment, as his mouth was both forcibly held open, and used as leverage for her increasingly impassioned thrusts. "Take it, slut!" she bellowed. "Take my big French cock like a good leetle eenglish 'ore!" She taunted. Their skin slapping together provided the soundtrack to her teasing. "I love watching zis fat ass bounce for my Veela dick!" she exclaimed. "I know you want to cum! You want to spurt your load all over ze floor on my big cock, don't you? Cum as I use you like a fucktoy!" she yelled.
Both of them were nearing their respective orgasms. Ron's blowjob had started Fleur on the journey but Ron's ass was like a different world, and she was desperate to blast off in it. Equally, Ron was completely overwhelmed by the anal pleasure he was receiving and the fact that he was receiving it from a stunning Veela.
"I am looking forward to doing zis again," Fleur announced, still fucking him, still fish-hooking him again. "But next time I will be sharing this 'ole with everyone else. I can't wait to watch leetle Luna fuck you, and see 'Ermione's monster wreck you!" Ron got closer at the images Fleur was painting inside of his head. "But I am more excited to see your own sister batter your hole with her big cock!" Ron grunted and groaned as he teetered on the edge of release. "Best of all will be when Harry fucks you with his bigger cock! Imagine your best friend, behind you, taking your ass like you're a common 'ore!" Fleur cried as Ron exploded into orgasm. Fleur released his mouth and returned her hands to his hips as he shook with pleasure. Cum rocketed from his cock and sprayed all over the floor beneath and his legs. He trembled and dropped his head to the desk as his body convulsed.
Concurrently, his twitching ass threw Fleur over the edge too and she flooded Ron's ass with her load, slamming her hips into him one last time as she unloaded shot after shot. They both fell from their phantasmic highs together and thudded back to reality, their balls drained, muscles tired and bodies sore. "That was magnifique, mon ami!" Fleur exclaimed as her cock slipped from her ass, followed by a trail of cum. She watched it dribble from his now red hole and slide down his body to his balls.
"Anytime, Fleur," Ron said tiredly as he turned around and leant back on the desk now facing her.
"I'm sure we shall do it again soon," Fleur said, stepping towards him and embracing him with a gentle kiss.
"I hope so," Ron agreed, his face red from the affection behind the kiss they had shared.
"Maybe next time you will get to play with those," Fleur smirked teasingly, referring to her breasts that Ron had absentmindedly started playing with during the kiss. He turned redder still. "And maybe you will get my ass," she flirted. Ron gulped at the prospect. "Or maybe we will just all use yours," she added, as she began getting herself ready.
Ron simply gazed at her as she got dressed, admiring the supple curves of her body and the way her muscles flexed as she moved. It was an absorbing sight. "You have lessons to attend, no?"
"Shit!" Ron cursed, realising that it must be either at the very end of lunch, or already past it. He scrambled desperately to put on his clothes.
"Good luck with your classes, mon ami!" Fleur laughed as she headed for the door. She removed the charms, before opening it, and with a quick "Adieu!" and a flourish of her skirt, she was gone. Leaving Ron in his own race against time.
A race he often had and always lost.
At least he tried.
Somewhat.
Angelina never felt more alive than when she was on a broom, tearing across the sky. In her mind, it was comparable to sex, the two vying for the place as her favourite activity. In the air she felt almost invincible, in control. It was feeling she needed. Especially when life on the ground seemed uncertain.
The growing closeness between her Alicia, Fred and George was a wonderful thing. She would not trade it for the world. But it was steadily moving beyond just sex. And the increasing intimacy and romanticism scared Angelina.
No one would dare call her a coward. But in the matters of the heart, she was just that. And the thought of the foursome becoming official in some way terrified her. Because then she lost control. Suddenly the volatile teenage emotions of three people would become her problem. And whilst the three in question were hardly volatile in nature, relationships could bring that out. Monogamous relationships were a terrifying concept to Angelina, so a polygamous one was understandably scary.
Alicia had been hinting that they needed to have that talk. But Angelina had thus far managed to avoid it, hence why she was madly dashing back and forth across the Quidditch pitch, despite the fact that there was no Quidditch. A situation that had deeply angered the would-be Gryffindor Quidditch Captain. Now she only had one year to win the House Cup.
She was drawn out of her thoughts as her periphery spotted a blob of blonde, amongst the otherwise grey stands. She could not make out who it was, but they must have been there for a specific purpose. It was still February, and thus completely freezing.
Angelina dived down, nose to the ground, before pulling up gently and landing back onto solid ground with grace and elegance. She trudged over towards the stands, squinting to make out who it was. The blonde-haired person, Angelina thought it was a female, began to move down the stands towards her.
"What is she doing here?" Angelina asked herself once the figure was close enough to be identified as the French Champion's little sister. Gabrielle, Angelina thought her name was.
"Bonjour!" Gabrielle merrily greeted the older girl. "You are good at flying," she complimented.
"Thank you," Angelina said hesitantly.
"May I join you?" she asked politely.
"Erm, sure," Angelina accepted, still without a clue as to what the adorable blonde wanted.
"Do you fly for your 'ouse?" she asked, as they began walking towards the changing rooms.
"Yeah, Gryffindor," Angelina answered.
"We 'ave 'ouses een Beauxbatons too," Gabrielle responded. "Five, not four," she explained. "I am een 'ouse Flamel, of course," she stated proudly. "We play Quidditch at school too, but I do not zink we are as good," she rambled. Angelina politely nodded along. "France are never very good at ze World Cup."
"Neither are England," Angelina commented.
"True," Gabrielle giggled. "I quite like 'Ogwarts," she went on. "Eet iz not az beautiful az Beauxbatons, but eet iz, 'ow do you say, imposing," she said.
"Rugged," Angelina contributed.
"I do not know of zis word, but eet zounds right," she agreed.
"Rugged, like rough, unrefined," Angelina explained.
"I do know of rough," Gabrielle smiled impishly, causing Angelina's cock to stir. The two entered the changing rooms and Gabrielle followed Angelina in, taking a seat on the bench next to the Chaser.
"What do you know of rough?" Angelina asked, playing along, hoping she was correct in the girl's intentions and that it was not a case of being lost in translation.
"I know zat I like eet," Gabrielle smirked, as Angelina took her top off, revealing her muscled torso and defined arms. Her breasts remained hidden under a sports bra, a muggle invention that had entered its way into the sporting part of the Wizarding World.
"Prove it," Angelina dared.
Gabrielle clambered onto Angelina's lap, straddling the girl. She raised herself up so that their eyes were level. Then Gabrielle leaned forward and kissed Angelina gently, waiting for the older girl to take control. She did so. Angelina kissed back aggressively, quickly nibbling on the girl's lip, asking for entrance. Gabrielle obliged and Angelina's tongue was quickly in the French girl's mouth.
Gabrielle moaned into Angelina's mouth, not only at the intrusive tongue, but also at Angelina's hands that had quickly settled on her ass, squeezing and groping. She broke the kiss and shot at lustful look at Angelina, before kissing along the girl's jaw. She peppered Angelina's dark skin, with a flurry of kisses, as she travelled down further. She left a fabulous hickey on Angelina's neck, the girl groaning as Gabrielle nipped and licked at the skin.
Soon Gabrielle was at Angelina's chest. The blonde moved her hands behind Angelina's back and unstrapped the bra, chucking it behind her. "Mmmmm," Gabrielle giggled as she played with Angelina's mounds, flicking her thumb over her dark nipples.
"Suck them," Angelina instructed. Gabrielle did so, taking Angelina's left nipple into her mouth and moving her tongue quickly over it. "Ah," Angelina moaned, repeating the noise when Gabrielle did the same to her other tit. She repeatedly switched between them, flicking her tongue over one nipple whilst she gently twisted the other between her fingers. Angelina was moaning and groaning as she did so, not used to her breasts receiving so much dedicated attention.
After spending several minutes on Angelina's mounds, Gabrielle continued on her journey, kissing her way down the Chaser's muscled abs. She loved the feel of the defined muscles flexing beneath her lips as Angelina squirmed on the bench.
Now with her knees on the floor, between Angelina's legs, Gabrielle came to the waistband of Angelina's shorts. Angelina rose off the seat a little to allow Gabrielle to tug them off. The diminutive blonde pulled both her shorts and underwear off at once and squawked as Angelina's shaft, now free, bounced up and smacked her in the face. "Mon Dieu, c'est si grand!" Gabrielle explained. She moved back momentarily to allow Angelina to kick her clothes off and remove her shoes and socks, but the moment Angelina leaned back against the wall again, Gabrielle was back between her legs, gazing wondrously at the shaft before her.
It was beautifully monstrous or so Gabrielle thought. It was even longer than her mother's, though not as thick. Gabrielle admired the veins running up its side, to the flared head. She eased the foreskin back, revealing Angelina's slit, that already had a drop of pre-cum at its opening. Gabrielle licked up said drop, eliciting a singularly loud groan from Angelina.
Gabrielle kept her tongue out and smacked the shaft against her pink organ several times, giggling childishly as she did so. "You're such a tease," Angelina smiled, looking down at the girl. Seeing her dark shaft, dwarf the French girl's pale face, was a very hot sight.
Gabrielle decided to keep teasing. She kissed her way down the shaft, basking in its hardness. Once she reached the base she moved further down still, now focused on Angelina's shaved balls. She weighed them in her palm, admiring their size, before taking one into her mouth and sucking on it. Angelina groaned loudly again as the blonde worshipped her balls, doing something similar to what she had done with her breasts, switching between the two. "Fuck," Angelina growled, now so desperate to be in the girl's throat. "If you want rough," Angelina said as she gripped the girl's blonde locks and pulled her off of one of her testicles with a loud pop. She pulled the girl's head up to the tip of her cock, now that she was struggling, and then pushed her head down onto it.
Angelina gasped in pleasure and disbelief as Gabrielle took nine inches of her in one go. "You love a bit of rough, don't you," Angelina said. She kept the pressure up on the back of the Veela's head, aiding her in her task.
Gabrielle herself was surprised at how quickly she had taken so much of the monster in front of her. And she was determined to take the rest. She relaxed her throat as much as she could, forcing her body to surrender to the dark intruder. Being a Veela her body was very much capable of such feats, but it was still a challenge. "Oh, fuck!" Angelina groaned as Gabrielle's nose nestled into the spot just above the base of her shaft. "Such a slutty mouth!" she exclaimed as she held the girl in place. She could feel Gabrielle tightening her throat around her cock, trying to milk her of her load. But Angelina had stamina to be proud of.
Gabrielle's eyes had begun to water by the time Angelina released her hold. Gabrielle gasped for air as her mouth became free once more. "You're incredible," Angelina flattered the girl.
"Merci," Gabrielle laughed, her watery eyes dazzling with mirth.
"Is your ass just as welcoming?" Angelina asked.
"We shall see," Gabrielle said tantalisingly. The small blonde stood and then turned around so that she was facing away from Angelina. Then with some care she stepped backwards and up onto the bench, her feet either side of Angelina's legs. Then she reached her arms behind her and held onto the clothes pegs in the wall for support, before bending over, her ass in Angelina's face.
"Perfect," Angelina murmured as Gabrielle's hole winked invitingly at her. The older girl did not hesitate and instantly buried her face between the blonde's ass cheeks. Gabrielle let out little whimpers as Angelina's tongue danced across her hole, probing at the surface. She relaxed her ring enough for the tip of the curious tongue to slip inside of her, causing the small French girl to shiver in delight.
"So good," Gabrielle quivered gently.
"You think you're ready to take me now?" Angelina asked.
"Oui!" Gabrielle excitedly replied.
"Sit down on me then," Angelina instructed. Gabrielle carefully lowered her body down, releasing her hold on the pegs behind her, and somewhat shakily dropped down. Still facing away from Angelina, her feet still either side of Angelina's legs on the bench, Gabrielle lowered herself until the tip of Angelina's monster prodded at her ass. "Ready?"
Gabrielle nodded in assent to Angelina's question, before pushing down onto Angelina's cock. The head sunk into her ass and she groaned at the intrusion. She continued downwards, filling herself up with Angelina's meat as she sunk lower and lower.
"Such a good slut," Angelina encouraged as the small girl took an insane amount of cock relative to the size of her body. Before long Gabrielle had reached the bottom and over a fifth of her own height was buried inside of her ass. She could feel the cock in her lower stomach. Meanwhile Angelina was luxuriating in being so deep inside of the Veela. It felt incredible. "Now lift your legs, don't worry I've got you," Angelina said. Gabrielle shifted her weight into her ass where it was perched on Angelina's lap, allowing her to lift up her legs. Angelina hooked one arm around the back of Gabrielle's thin legs, forcing the girl's knees into her shoulders and her ankles behind her head. Once in the 'full nelson' position, Angelina placed her free hand under Gabrielle's ass and lifted her up a few inches. This allowed Angelina the freedom to thrust upwards from the bench, which she did.
Gabrielle cried out as Angelina's behemoth began to shift inside of her ass. Every inch of her ass and more was being pressed and ground against, as Angelina began moving her hips to thrust upwards into Gabrielle. Gabrielle was in a realm entirely of her own. The black girl's violent thrusting felt like no other sensation she had ever encountered. Her body was being thrown about in Angelina's arms like a ragdoll, and it was perfect. Her own cock was pressed into her stomach and Gabrielle could feel the beginnings of an orgasm.
"You gonna cum without touching your dick?" Angelina teased. "You're such a good sissy slut for me," she goaded.
"Oui, oui, oui! I am yours!" Gabrielle cried out in pleasure as she felt the pleasure building. "Oh, meeeerde!" she screamed as she came. Angelina's thunderous thrusting forcing the cum from her body and pounding the orgasm out of her.
"Fuck, your ass is even tighter!" Angelina exclaimed as Gabrielle's already perfectly tight ass grabbed onto her shaft and refused to let go. She had never felt such a tight grip form an ass before.
Angelina paused her thrusting as Gabrielle's orgasm slowly faded out. "You sound so cute when you cum," she murmured into the girl's ear. Gabrielle blushed at the comment, surprised by the tenderness in Angelina's voice, given the girl had just been battering the cum out of her. "Stand up for me," Angelina asked, releasing the girl's legs so that she could do so.
Gabrielle stood up on shaky legs, like a new-born calf trying to learn how to walk. "Face me," Gabrielle turned to face Angelina who was now standing. Angelina reached down and lifted the pint-sized blonde from the waist, taking her into her arms.
Instinctively Gabrielle wrapped her legs around Angelina's waist and her arms around the girl's neck. Gabrielle passionately kissed Angelina, thanking the girl for a wonderful orgasm with her lips. "Such an eager little thing," Angelina laughed. She grabbed her dick and held the base, whilst lowering Gabrielle onto it. The blonde's ass was now open enough to simply slip onto her cock. Grasping the girl by the ass, Angelina began to guide the girl up and down on her cock, all the while she mewled into her neck. "My perfect little Veela princess," Angelina cooed as she slammed Gabrielle's hips into her own, spearing the girl in mid-air. Gabrielle's cries and squeals coincided with Angelina slamming their bodies together.
Gabrielle had not even been so thoroughly dominated and controlled by her mother. The strength in Angelina's arms allowed the Chaser to have complete control over the minute blonde in her arms. Gabrielle simply buried her face in Angelina's neck, giving the girl more hickeys in between open-mouthed cries of ecstasy.
Angelina was incredibly proud of her stamina but she was coming to the end of her tether. The way Gabrielle's ass seemed to hug her cock, sticking firmly to the shaft but also allowing her to thrust in and out as violently as she liked, was unlike any other ass she had ever been in. And having the blonde mewling into her neck only added to the eroticism. Angelina could feel herself getting close, but she could also feel another orgasm brewing in Gabrielle, from the way the girl's arms and legs shivered around her neck and waist.
"S'il te plaît, je vais," Gabrielle whined, but never finished her sentence. The words were robbed from her mouth as the air was stolen from her lungs and as cum spewed again from her cock.
"Fuuuuck!" Angelina growled as her cock was once again gripped intensely by a spasming ass. The sheer fact that she had fucked two orgasms out of the Veela without anyone touching her cock was enough to push her over the edge. Angelina saw only bright light as she came, filling Gabrielle's ass up with her sticky load.
The room disappeared for a brief time and all Angelina felt was pure pleasure, emanating from her cock. In the coming days Angelina was left to wonder whether she had somehow been bewitched, for she had no real memory of cumming, only of being bathed in bliss. It was a sort of warm blanket that covered her entire body, from the tips of her toes to the end of her ponytail. It was nothing but hedonic thrill. Pleasure in its most immaculate form.
And then the room returned, and Angelina took an unsteady step, her legs not the firm supports they usually were. She let the still whimpering girl down and collapsed backwards onto the bench with a sigh. "That was intense," she stated.
Gabrielle clambered onto her body and snuggled up into her. Angelina gently stroked the girl's hair. They sat there entangled like that for a while. Both simply basking in their post-orgasmic haze.
That is until Gabrielle started to gently suck one of Angelina's nipples. "Careful with that, you'll make me hard again," she warned.
"I want zat," Gabrielle replied. "I want you to fuck me until I am full with your cum. I want you to fuck me until I look like I am carrying your baby," Gabrielle declared.
Angelina's nostrils flared; her pupils dilated but most noticeably her cock stirred beneath Gabrielle. The French girl had reawakened the sleeping monster. And she spent the next couple of hours wrangling it back to its dormant state.
But that is what she wanted.
Gabrielle, the monster tamer!
"I've got it!" Hermione excitedly declared, brandishing a red-covered book.
"That was quick," Ginny replied in surprise.
"McGonagall gave you permission then?" Ron asked.
"Not quite," Hermione admitted, sitting at the table in the middle of the Room of Requirement. She had asked Dobby to give Harry, Ginny, Ron, Luna and Fleur a note asking them to meet her in the Room after dinner.
"So, you snuck out?" Harry questioned.
"I did, but not as myself. I managed to get a hair from McGonagall," Hermione explained.
"How'd you manage that," Ginny asked with a knowing smirk. Hermione's blush was answer enough.
"But it takes ages to brew Polyjuice," Ron pointed out.
"I thought Snape might have some so I asked Dobby if he would acquire it for me. Professor Snape did not have any, but Professor Moody had loads apparently; God knows why," Hermione clarified.
"Not so adverse to using House elves now," Harry noted.
"Needs must," Hermione justified. "Anyway, I went as McGonagall under Polyjuice because I had a theory that the Hogwarts wards would be tricked by Polyjuice, if the wards even work in such a manner. Well, I made it, went to the Three Broomsticks, flooed to the Leaky, walked to Knockturn, frequented a slightly dodgy shop and found this book," she detailed, dropping the book in the middle of the table.
"Rituals for covens and cults for the uninitiated," Ron read the title.
"There's an entire chapter specifically dedicated to what it calls the 'Potter-Black Hogwarts Coven'," Hermione said.
"So 'ow does it work?" Fleur asked.
"Well," Hermione began, flicking to the correct pages, which she had already read twice over. "The participants must all sit in a protective circle, it explains a particularly useful charm to use to combine a variety of privacy charms. And then the leader of the cult for that session, performs the incantations. They must then be the first and least to reach release," Hermione expounded.
"How can they be the first and last to reach release?" a perplexed Ron asked.
"Everyone has to cum three times for it to work properly," Hermione answered. "And it works best if the participants haven't reached release for three days prior to the ritual taking place," she added.
"That's going to be a hard ask," Ginny muttered.
"Who's going to be the leader or whatever?" Harry asked.
"Well, we could rotate, it's only per session, but there is also a whole thing here about how someone with Potter or Black blood would make it work best," Hermione explained, with a pointed look at Harry.
Harry sighed. "Do I have to do it?" he asked, "What if I mess it up?"
"Ginny and Ron have some Black blood if I'm not mistaken," Hermione said.
"I'll do it," Ginny announced.
"I think Harry would be better, just because he has both Black and Potter blood," Hermione said. "But if you really don't want to, you don't have to."
"How much difference will it make?" Harry asked.
"Some," Hermione responded vaguely. "Magic is not quantitative like a science, Harry. It's qualitative, it's in many ways an immeasurable phenomenon as much to do with intent and will, as so-called power," she explained. "Your blood is important."
"You sound like Malfoy," Ron said pointedly.
"I don't mean important in some surface level way, I mean important in the fact that this ritual was designed by Potters and Blacks, it will probably react to an heir of said families, more than it would to my blood," Hermione said.
"I'll do it if it matters," Harry agreed, with some obvious hesitation. Ginny placed her hand on his reassuringly.
"What iz the actual purpose of this, other than to have an orgy?" Fleur asked.
"Good question, Fleur. The ritual has a variety of uses and there are slight variations depending on use, but as Harry, I think, is worried about…" Hermione hesitated for a second. "…Voldermort. I imagine magical strength would be a good one to choose. Though apparently there's some sort of mental healing built into the ritual, I still don't really understand the passage, but it seems positive," Hermione stated.
Luna giggled quietly to herself. "Luna?"
"I think that part will be very important," she said cryptically.
"Based on?"
"They told me," Luna said simply.
"Who's they?" Hermione asked, still having not quite got used to the strangeness of the blonde.
"Them," Luna shrugged.
Hermione sighed and gave up that line of questioning, causing smiles to break out amongst the rest of the group. They all found Luna's oddness particularly endearing.
"So, when are we doing this?" Ron asked.
"Friday?" Hermione responded with a question. Everyone around the table nodded in agreement. "Good, two things then. One, you can't cum from Tuesday evening onwards," she said, to much groaning from around the table. "And two, another addition to the group would be good. Seven being a magical number and all," Hermione added.
"Does it have that much of a difference?" Ginny asked.
"Sheer numbers outweigh the impact of a specific magical number, 10 would be better than seven say. But seven would be better than six," Hermione elucidated. "But as I said, it's not really quantitative."
"I have a nominee," Harry said, slightly sheepishly.
"Yes?" Ginny inquired.
"Katie Bell," he said. "I think she'd be game."
"What about Leanne?" Ginny asked.
"I think it'll be alright," Harry said.
"We all know why you've suggested her," Ginny teased.
"I just think she'd be a good fit," Harry blushed.
"No-one else here really knows her that well," Hermione said. "But she's always been very nice so I can't see any real negatives."
"Agreed," said Ginny, comfortable enough by now in her relationship with Harry to not feel any jealousy about his obvious attraction to the girl.
"All in favour?" Hermione asked to a chorus of 'ayes'. "Confirmed then," Hermione said. "Friday it is, Harry you better read over the incantation before then," Harry swallowed nervously. "You'll do wonderfully," Hermione reassured him. "I promise."
Harry just nodded. He seemed to never be able to escape the limelight. No matter how much he tried to find shadows, light always seemed to find him.
Fleur arrived back to her room in the Beauxbatons' Carriage in high spirits. She was very much eagerly awaiting the lusty experiment she was going to be a part of in less than a week. Proud of herself for having ingratiated herself with such a group.
She was not a complete loner or outcast at Beauxbatons, she was reasonably well liked, but the inherent difficulties in being a Veela had always prohibited her from having any true friends. She was friendly with others, but not friends. So, to find a group that she was genuinely a part of was an unexpected and very much appreciated circumstance.
Opening the door to her ornate room she paused at the sight. Lying on her bed, completely naked was her sister. This was not strange in of itself for the two had been sleeping together since Gabrielle had arrived. What caused Fleur to pause, was the gaping crater that was her sister's ass. Rivulets of cum dribbled from the cave, like rivers down a mountainside.
The younger Veela was asleep, Fleur could hear her gentle rhythmic breathing. And next to the girl was a piece of parchment. Closing the door behind her, Fleur strode across the room and picked it up;
To Miss. Delacour,
I have safely delivered this wonderfully tasty morsel back to yourself. Her advance was unexpected but most welcome. She mentioned something about some sort of competition. Regardless, I would most certainly like to extend an invitation to yourself to experience what your sister did first-hand. It should go without saying that I had the most delightful time, as I hope Gabrielle herself did, and any encore or sequel would be wholly encouraged and embraced by yours truly.
My ever kindest and best regards;
Angelina Johnson
Fleur smiled to herself as she read the note. It would seem that Gabi had been active in her pursuit of victory. It would also seem that she had gained herself an admirer.
"Fleur?" Gabrielle murmured questioningly as Fleur sat on the edge of the bed.
"Yes, my little sister slut," Fleur replied affectionately.
"I'm going to win," Gabrielle sighed.
"Keep telling yourself that," Fleur replied nonchalantly. Fleur stood back up and stripped herself of her clothing. All of the talk about ritual orgies had put her in a particular mood and then coming back to find her sister in such a well-used and vulnerable state had only added to her hunger.
Fleur's cock was hard and ready as she clambered back onto the bed. Given the state of Gabrielle's ass Fleur knew that she could just dive straight in and so she did. She lay on her sister's back and easily buried her cock into Gabrielle's used ass with a squelch.
Gabrielle moaned quietly beneath her. "Let your big sister use you, Gabi," Fleur murmured into her ear. "Let me show you why I'm going to win," she smirked.
Fleur immediately began to raise and drop her hips in a constant rhythm. She merrily prone boned her sister for some time, relishing in the cute whimpers from the girl beneath her. With no particular focus on her own stamina, Fleur simply allowed her orgasm to rapidly rise and flood through her, adding to her sister's already full ass.
Fleur got off her sister and hungrily pressed her mouth to the girl's overflowing asshole. She enthusiastically slurped and sucked, appreciating the mixture of this Angelina's cum, Gabi's ass and her own load.
Once the excess cum was in Fleur's stomach she reached for her wand and quickly cleansed the two of them, before gently levitating her sister, so that she could pull the duvet back. Once she had done so she placed her exhausted sister back onto the mattress, snuggled up behind her and pulled the covers over the both of them.
"Goodnight, little sister," Fleur said turning off the light in the room with a flick of her wrist.
But her sister was already asleep.
And soon Fleur joined her.
And silence prevailed.
A/N: I still haven't recovered from last Sunday, but oh well.
This chapter is very much the preamble, the build-up, the set-up for the next chapter, which will finally feature the coven ritual.
Hermione's dreams came true and McGonagall did not disappoint - but who does she keep referring to? Any Guesses?
And the Delacour sisters certainly had their fun.
I'd be surprised if anyone got the song this week.
Have a good weekend all - hopefully mine will be better this week!