IN THE SERVICE OF VENUS

By: tweety-src-clt9

Chapter Two: No Strings Attached

"Oh god!" Hermione moaned when she felt her back being roughly pressed against a large oak door. Harry's lips were immediately on her neck, peppering her sensitized skin with kisses and little bites. His hips were thrusting back and forth against her body showing her how he would hump her when he finally removed all of her clothes. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure that she had never felt before.

Fleur and her other female lovers were sweet and gentle.

But Harry Potter – he was everything but gentle.

He was intense, dominant, strong… rough. And Merlin but she found her knickers to be even more soaked than it already was.

As soon as they landed in whatever opulent place he brought her to, he pounced on her. She had never met a lover as passionate and as vigorous as Harry Potter. Hot damn!

"Wait – wait," she panted.

He ceased his carnal exploration of her neck and looked at her, "What?" he asked. His gorgeous green eyes were blazing with lust. He was looking at her like she was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. If she didn't know Harry Potter from the magazines, she would think that he was a gigolo. The man just knew how to make a woman writhe in arousal that it seemed like he was a professional lover.

"Where are we?" she whispered breathlessly.

"Master bedroom, ancestral home," he muttered against her neck. His breath was making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

"You randomly bring women to your ancestral home?" she was aghast. Despite the lust raging all over her body, she just couldn't imagine Harry Potter being so careless about security details.

"Of course not! I only sleep with muggle women. Less drama. So, I go to their place," he looked at her once again. This time his eyes sparkled with amusement but she could still feel the pure carnal energy radiating from his intense gaze.

"Oh… good to know," she nodded.

"Are you always this talkative?" he smirked.

"Are you always this intense?" she retorted and he laughed.

"I find your snarky wit so fuckin' sexy," he growled and then to her surprise, he lifted her up so she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.

She could only close her eyes as she grabbed hold of his broad shoulders, her legs on his waist, as he kissed her with a passion that took her breath away. Harry Potter was going all out. It seemed that he was determined to prove himself (or maybe his entire sex) as a very capable lover.

There was something different about him. Whatever that something meant, she's super excited to discover all of it tonight. And then after that, they could part ways as if nothing happened. She was certain that she was just some sort of conquest to him so she might as well enjoy it. After all, he seemed to be pulling out the big guns in the bedroom just for her.

He carefully dropped her on the large bed before he joined her on the mattress. She was sitting on the bed and he knelt in front of her. His eyes were devouring her, coaxing her to follow his lead, to heed to his every lascivious demand.

"What do you want, doll? Tell me and I'll make all your fantasies come true," he huskily breathed into her ear as soon as he ended their kiss. She shivered when his tongue touched her earlobe. God! Is he a parseltongue or something?

"Well, I never had real dick before so that should be exciting at the very least," she said and he smirked.

"Gotcha, doll! Real dick you'll get to see soon… Is there anything else?"

"Hmmm… Surprise me," she challenged.

"I do love a woman who has standards," he nipped on her ear and she whimpered as she felt his large hand cup her pussy. She knew she was blushing hard because he could feel how drenched she was for him.

"God…"

"It's Harry, doll, not god," he blew on her ear just as he pinched her clit.

"Harry!" she arched her back and ground her pussy against his hand.

"Yes, that's it," he encouraged as he continued to tease on her pussy with featherlight strokes.

"More… please…" she pleaded. Since she's never had a lover in almost a year, just having someone's hand touching her pussy was enough to drive her wild.

"I'm gonna fuck this tight little cunt and lick this sweet pussy if you'll let me… do you want that?"

"Yes, Harry! Yes!" she moaned her eagerness for more but then, he suddenly stopped.

She was about to protest when he inserted his fingers in her slightly parted mouth, "suck and taste yourself," he growled. Her eyes were wide as she licked her juices off his finger. She had never been treated like this and she loved it. He was not afraid to take the lead and she found his commanding presence to be so fucking sexy.

"You like that?" he tilted her chin up when she released his two fingers with a pop.

"Yes…"

"God! Where have you been all my life, Hermione Granger," he whispered before he kissed her lips once again. This time it was gentle, sweet, and dare she say it, romantic.

"In Paris and then Switzerland," she said smartly and he chuckled.

"Clothes off, Ms. Granger," he pointed to her little black dress.

"You can't do it yourself, Mr. Potter?" she snorted.

"I'm afraid I'll rip it off you, doll, and that would be too bad now, won't it?" he quipped.

Rolling her eyes, she moved back a little so she could kneel on the mattress. Reaching for the zipper on her back, she looked into his eyes as she lowered it down. Even if she felt slightly nervous, this was the first time she would be bearing her body to a man, after all, she also felt empowered. His eyes that were so beautiful seemed to bare the deepest secrets of his soul – he wanted her so much. His eyes were scorching in desire. For her. Just for her.

She easily lifted the hem of the dress off her body and haphazardly threw it on the carpeted floor. She heard him groan when she sat in front of him in nothing but a pair of red lace underwear.

"I fucking hate that troll," he muttered and she gasped.

"You remember me?" she was shocked.

"I remember your name. I can't forget the girl I failed to save," he was serious now.

She scooted closer to him and she plonked herself on his lap. He growled, "how can I concentrate when you're straddling me in that flimsy excuse for underwear?"

"I heard you're a legend, so I'm sure you can handle it," she smirked as she bounced a little to adjust her position on his lap. She intentionally ground her crotch against his cock.

"God!" Harry groaned and then he nipped her shoulders in retaliation.

"Fuck!"

"Serves you right," he murmured.

"Start talking… what do you mean you can't forget me?" she whispered.

"We tried to find you, Ron and I... Well, I dragged him along but we got caught by Percy and he didn't believe us… I'm sorry," she could hear the sincerity in his voice.

"I see… But what about you hating the troll? What is that?" she rubbed her lace-covered pussy against his jean-covered cock. It felt really good so she might as well do it again.

"You could have stayed in Hogwarts… You could have been my friend… Fuck! Yes! That's it, doll! Rub your pussy against my cock," he pulled her closer to his body as she continued to bounce on his lap.

She gasped when he roughly lowered the straps of her bra. " Wha – how?"

"Go on! Take your pleasure! Rub your pussy against my cock!" he commanded and she rubbed herself harder against him. The size and hardness of his cock, the friction from his jeans, it just felt so good against her clit. Plus, his filthy words urged her to keep on rocking her pussy against him.

"Harry!" she screamed his name when his rough hands played with her nipples.

"We could have been fucking all over Hogwarts if you stayed," he whispered in her ear as he continued to fondle her breasts while she bounced on top of him.

"Hmm… I don't think – oh fuck!" she groaned when his lips circled her nipple.

Hermione's eyes were closed as she savored the combined sensation of his tongue, his lips, and his teeth playing with her nipple. The feeling of her drenched slit rubbing against his cock was driving her crazy. When she felt smooth skin against her pussy, she opened her eyes and looked down.

Holy shit! She was right. Harry Potter was a legend. His cock alone was something that her straight female friends would write odes and sonnets to.

His cock was long – way longer than her dildos. His thickness and his bulbous pinkish head and the vein she could see was making her whimper in excitement and nervousness. She felt her mouth watering at the thought of how far his cock could stretch her. She was unsure if she could take him but to hell with it! She wanted to try. If his dry humping and kissing were any indicator, then the wizard was clearly a god in between the sheets.

"Like what you see?" he smirked.

"You know… size is one thing… but – but – technique is – yes! – everything," her cheeky retort ended up being a moan.

"Are you ready to feel real dick, my sweet?"

"No more foreplay… I want you," she pleaded.

The only response she got was one last pinch on her nipples before she felt herself being pushed on the mattress. And then, to her surprise, he actually ripped her knickers apart. The tattered pieces of lace were merely tossed aside without a care in the world.

"You look damn fine in knickers but I want to eat and fuck your pussy without any barrier," his eyes seemed to be memorizing every detail of her naked body that she could feel herself blushing all over.

"God! You are so – so – "

"Vulgar?" he was hovering above her now. His cock was throbbing proud and ready. His muscles and his lean body were perfectly on display. He looked like a living and breathing wet dream.

Hermione mentally congratulated herself. For an ugly duckling turned into a beautiful swan, she was a damn lucky witch for having this hunk to be the first man to fuck her.

"I was supposed to say sexy but vulgar's fine," she muttered as her eyes were glued on his pectorals, his washboard abs, his happy trail, and then his cock.

"Since you've had your eyeful… I guess it's my turn," his voice was barely audible but since her entire focus was on him, she heard every word he said. She yelped when his strong hands parted her legs wide.

She felt so exposed… so wanton… and so subdued.

She loved every minute of it!

"Fuck! You have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen… so wet…tight…delicious," his fingers moved up and down her soaking cunt. She wanted to make a witty retort about him being a flatterer but she could only bite her bottom lip to stop herself from losing her mind because of how he made her feel. He was not doing much except for the slow sensual teasing on her slit, but his gentle caress was just so arousing.

It seemed that he was not only touching her pussy but his magic was also touching her too. It felt like his touch penetrated deep into her very soul.

Harry Potter should walk around with a health hazard.

He was too dangerous for a woman's sanity.

"What are you – Incubus? You – you're driving me crazy," she whimpered when she felt two long fingers being pushed inside her slit.

"Oh, I'm just a plain old wizard… I am parselmouth though if that helps," he then made a hissing sound as his tongue licked her collarbone. After that, he pulled his fingers all the way out of her cunt that she wanted to cry in protest, but then, he buried three fingers inside her in one long deep thrust.

"Harry! Yes! More! Please!"

"I can't wait to fuck your tight little cunt!" he growled.

When she heard him murmuring something, she opened her eyes and she gasped. "What the fuck are you doing?" she exclaimed.

"You'll see," he winked before he pressed the tip of his wand on her clit. Oh god!

The wand was vibrating and making the bundle of nerves on her clit throb like crazy. Her pussy was dripping like that of a wanton slut just because of his too talented fingers that's roughly moving in and out of her – and then, he just had to add a vibrating charm on the wand!

"I'm so close…"

"Yes… Cum for me, Ms. Granger," his voice was coaxing... playful, and yet, she could hear the underlying command in his words.

When she could no longer stop herself from trembling as she was getting closer and closer to the edge, he roughly pulled his fingers out of her pussy. She was about to yell abuse at him but her eyes could only roll at the back of her head when his long, hard, cock plunged deep inside of her…

"Fuck!"

"Harry!"

"You're mine, Granger!" he growled as he fucked her relentlessly. His hips bucked roughly against her and she could only make incoherent sounds of pleasure.

When she felt him slap her thigh, she opened her eyes, "look at me when I fuck you! I want those beautiful chocolate eyes staring right at me as I take you."

Since she already had her first wave of orgasm as soon as his dick bottomed inside of her, she obeyed his command. It was the most obscene thing she had ever seen. This man was owning her body. He was making her submit to his carnal energy. He was making his claim on her even if it's just for one night.

"Oh god! Harry!" she screamed when he lifted her right leg and wrapped it around his shoulder making his cock plunge deeper inside of her. It felt so good, the way his cock moved in and out of her as it throbbed with raw sexual energy.

She had never felt this way before.

Harry Potter was a sex god who decided to grace her with his exemplary fucking so she could forget her loneliness for one night. Okay, maybe for a month. He is really THAT good!

And what a night it was!

Never breaking eye contact, Harry lowered his body so he could kiss her as he fucked her hard on the mattress. She could hear the headboard hitting the wall and the bed shaking in time to his deep thrusting.

"Fuck! I can't cum yet!" Harry suddenly stopped. His cock was still buried within her but he ceased pounding.

Their eyes met.

Chocolate brown meeting emerald green.

She gulped. Her heart was pounding wildly against her chest.

No strings attached, Granger. Don't give in to those beautiful eyes…

"On your knees! I want to slap your arse as you watch yourself getting fucked," his finger traced her jaw.

She could only nod her head as she positioned herself on all fours. She was facing an empty wall and she could feel his hands squeezing her arse. Her juices were already dripping down her legs and she was so eager for more.

She gasped when a mirror appeared. She was about to turn around to face Harry but he gripped her long wild hair, "watch me fuck you," he growled before pushing his cock deep inside her once more.

"God!"

"I'll keep fucking you hard this way and you will watch until I come – "

"Contraceptive charms – I'm not – " she suddenly remembered a very important detail.

"Already did it," he slapped her arse and she bit her lip to stop herself from crying. She loved the onslaught of pain and pleasure that he gave her. His dominance made her want to submit to his command. She liked the fact that for the first time ever, she was not in control.

Harry Potter owned her body and soul as he fucked her hard while she could only watch what he was doing to her from the mirror. She found herself pushing her pussy to meet every thrust of his cock and he clearly enjoyed it. One of his hands gripped her hip so he could keep on pounding into her while the other hand alternately squeezed her breasts before gliding down…

"Harry… please… just cum… I can't take anymore," she begged.

It was too much pleasure. His cock was moving so fast as he pushed in and out of her pussy. His other hand was pinching and toying with her clit. His lips and his teeth were teasing on her neck. The sight of him coaxing her to submit to his desires was so arousing that she could only remember his name, his body, his cock, his scent...

At that very moment, nothing else mattered in the world except for Harry Potter fucking her brains out.

"You're mine, Hermione," he grunted against her ear before he emptied himself inside of her with a delightful shiver that made her scream his name in ecstasy all over again.

She could only whisper his name over and over again as she experienced the most earth-shattering orgasm of her entire life…

Harry Potter just took Fleur Delacour's spot as the best shag of her life.

The sun was shining throughout the room and there was an annoying sound from his window. Harry Potter groaned as he tried to ignore the sunlight and what could only be the early morning's owl post. He was about to sleep again when he noticed that his bed felt empty and cold.

Remembering the scorching hot woman he made love with all throughout the night, he opened his eyes and sat on the bed.

"Fuck!" he cursed when he saw the conjured mirror on the wall.

There written in red lipstick was the message:

Thank you for showing me what a real dick can do.

I had fun last night.

- Hermione

He frowned. How dare that woman give him the best shag of his life and walk out just like that? He wanted more, damn it!

He licked his lips. The taste of her pussy was still lingering on his tongue.

Raising his hand, he summoned the Elder Wand. "Tempus," he murmured. When he saw the date and the time, he smirked.

He would be meeting Hermione Granger again today.

Fleur let slip that the supposed Brightest Witch of the Age was to be the godmother of little Louis. Perfect! I'll see you soon, my sweet… You can't get rid of me that easily…

He pushed the sheets away from his body and then he walked towards the shower. As he enjoyed the hot water against his skin, he thought about Hermione Granger – the best shag of his life.

Hermione Granger was an adorably annoying little witch whom he failed to save many years ago. She left Hogwarts and her departure changed so many things. Because of her, he and Ron started to take their studies more seriously.

Hermione Granger, without her even knowing it, was the force behind Ron's maturity. And even his own to some extent.

The Hogwarts professors, especially Professor McGonagall and the late headmaster, often gushed about Hermione Granger's achievements every time they had the chance. Since he and Ron felt guilty about failing to save her, they followed Hermione's progress that was chronicled in the papers. Ron just skimmed through them but he read every single word.

He read every single word about Hermione Granger. From articles that praised her academic records, her published papers about mixing muggle technology and magic, he read them all.

He was amazed at her sheer intelligence. He believed that if she stayed at Hogwarts, she would have been a great help in all his misadventures.

To him, she was a living legend with unparalleled intelligence.

He was very interested in her work. She was an enigma. Her theories, her ideas, and her discoveries were featured in a lot of academic discussions. The fact that she was still so young when doing all of that made her interesting and intimidating at the same time.

He could easily associate the smart bushy-haired bucktoothed little girl whom he failed to save from the mountain troll to the name heavily praised in various publications in Transfiguration, Arithmancy, and Ancient Runes. There were no pictures of Hermione in the articles and journals so he imagined she was the same nerdy little thing. Cute but nerdy. An adorable little swot.

And then, he saw her at the club for the very first time since she left Hogwarts.

His eyes were immediately drawn to her because she was easily the hottest woman in the room.

He never expected to see her there.

He just knew from the first time he saw her that she was his target for the night. Who would have thought that the damned sexy woman he was eyeing all night also happened to be the Brightest Witch of the Age?

And fuck!

The moment she introduced herself, he just knew.

Hermione Granger would be Mrs. Potter one day.

He didn't care if she was bisexual. It's actually kind of hot that she fooled around with other women in the past. Besides, since he was her first male lover, he was bloody proud that her first taste of dick was his.

Hermione Granger belonged to him.

She was his.

She just didn't know it yet.

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