The ritual was underway, as Harry remained at Hermione's side the entire time, with a death grip on her hand.
"Almighty God, we beseech thee. Lord Jesus hear our call!" intoned Hannah and Susan. "Grant us entry into the seventh heavens. Relinquish an angel into our grasp, to fuse with the unborn child in Hermione's womb." The two healers immediately vanished and returned a moment later with a hogtied angel with six wings.
"How dare you kidnap an archangel of the Lord!" demanded the angel. "Release me at once, you wicked fiends!"
"Shut your mouth, bitch. It was your dear creator that allowed us to capture you," said Hannah. "If you don't like it, take it up with Him!" Harry smirked at the helpless angel, knowing that she wouldn't live long enough to go crying back to God.
Susan and Hannah began chanting. The angel screamed in utter agony. Her body grew transparent as her essence was pulled into Hermione where it fused with her unborn child. "Why?" cried the angel as she faded out of existence. "I am an angel of the Lord, what right do mere humans have to sacrifice my life to steal my power?" She got no answer as she was wiped from the face of the universe.
"We'll need another angel to fuse with Hermione," said Hannah, "Her life force is not yet strong enough to carry an angel to term." Susan and Hannah once again disappeared. They returned with a second hogtied angel. This angel was even nastier as she cursed her kidnappers. Harry felt vindictive pleasure as that bitch faded from existence as Hermione absorbed her power. Hermione grew wings. "Now one for Harry. Humans can't keep up with angels." The duo of healers disappeared and returned with another hogtied angel.
"I must commend you for capturing an angel of the Lord," he said, "my life may be over, but my happiness is complete." Harry felt bad as the gentlemanly angel was killed and the power entered him. He felt his wings grow. Once Hannah and Susan determined the success of the ritual, Hermione was discharged and the couple apparated home.
The increase in Hermione's hormone levels made the next few months quite interesting. In order to satisfy his horny lover, Harry had to fuck her with ever-increasing intensity. Eventually, he had to resort to the black sexual arts, otherwise known as BDSM.
"Oh God, Harry, so good. Whip me harder. make my ass bleed!" Hermione pleaded as Harry cracked his whip across her ass cheeks, leaving red mark after red mark in his wake.
"Count on it, you naughty little whore," growled Harry, throwing aside the whip and bringing his hand to bare against her raw cheeks. Hermione screamed in masochistic pleasure as Harry spanked her. After ten hard slaps, he retrieved the whip and went to town on her back. "I think I'll give you the same number of lashes that Jesus received before they crucified him." Doing just that, he watched as his wife succumbed to masochistic pleasure and moaned like a two dollar whore.
"Hurt me more," pleaded Hermione. "Choke me, shock me, burn me, cut me. Grant me the bliss of true agony!"
Harry waved his wand, causing lightning to strike Hermione at just under lethal intensity, and held it until she climaxed. Next, he burned her with the flame curse, causing burns to mar her face, breasts, ass, and legs. "Diffindo," he incanted, cutting her cheeks. He kept cutting her until she let out another climax. With a quick wave of his wand, he healed her. "Get on your hands and knees, filthy whore." When she complied, he shoved his cock into her asshole, fucking her with painfully hard and fast thrusts. When he came in her sinfully tight rectum, he pulled out and flipped her over. "You're nothing but a dirty slut that craves for my cock, aren't you slave?"
"Yes, master," breathed Hermione, loving the way that Harry degraded her. "Please master, fuck your slave!" Harry complied, thrusting into his wife's tender pussy. As he fucked her, he placed clamps on her nipples, causing her to shiver. He then wrapped his hands around her throat and proceeded to choke her. As the couple came, they snuggled up and fell asleep.
The next morning, Hermione demanded that he hurt her more. Thus, he stood over the incredibly sexy image of his nude wife, holding a lit candle. Hermione gasped as hot wax dripped down onto her breasts. Once her breasts were sufficiently coated, he moved lower until he reached her pussy. Hermione let out a shriek as the wax hit her vagina. Once he was satisfied that her pussy was sufficiently covered in wax, he began to tongue her asshole as she moaned in pleasure. She came hard, causing the wax to drip onto his head.
Hooking Hermione up to the shock machine, which clamped to her nipples, clit, bottom lip, and both of her earlobes. Cranking up the power, Harry watched as his wife was repeatedly shocked. Her pussy was completely drenched as she rode out orgasm after screaming orgasm.
Those were a long two and a half months.