INT. WEST TOWER - CLEAR SUNNY AFTERNOON
FADE IN: Hermione was a proud Roman Catholic, and as such, it was against her creed to lie; she couldn't deny her love for the worship Y/N was dedicating to her cranberry-ridden toes. Unfortunately, while she did appreciate the gesture, there were other things she just needed to try!
HERMIONE
"My little disciple, Y/N. These games are quite tiring. Release my phalanxes."
Y/N sighed, oh how they sought nothing more than to stay suckling upon sister Granger's sweet supple skin. Unfortunately, they were required to depart from their preferred pacifier. With the slow opening of their grotto, and one final loving lick of the toe, a loud slurp announced the departure of Y/N; a line of spit follows, connecting the lovers. Y/N directs a lustful gaze to their mistress, hypnotic in nature.
HERMIONE
"You have done well thus far to be my first apostle, however, there is much more you can dedicate to me. It seems you're in no state to move yourself, allow me."
Hermione roughly nudges Y/N onto their back with her sticky feet. With the grace of a goddess, Hermione removes her robes to reveal her Savage X Fenty Foiled Sprigs Embroidered Garter set, which she had purchased just for this occasion. Hermione lowers herself onto the face of Y/N. Suddenly she feels a jolt of adrenaline and estrogen . EUREKA!
HERMIONE
"For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end. Y/N, are you aware of the origins of this verse? No, you wouldn't because you are nothing more than a mere infidel and for that, dear disciple, you shall be raptured. The power of God compels you to overcome my gluteus maximus. The strongest and largest muscle in the human body. "
Y/N showed no hesitation in their dedication to Hermione, almost immediately their head could be seen delving towards the small girl's spread intergluteal cleft. Deep within this ravaged ravine, Y/N found the pearl.
The transition from succulent olive skin to the deep almond dermis of her anal ring was one of beauty; her crevice was as magnificent and deep as her eyes and even of the same shade! For such a seemingly innocent woman, the cleft was clean and as well-prepared as the best-served unicorn carpaccio. The pearly gate protecting the innards of Hermione's digestive tract was truly deserving of worship, and Y/N was ever dutiful. Y/N was forced to strain their dripping pink tongue far within the cleft to reach Hermione's precious pearl. Once the muscles finally met, a strike of lightning seemed to pass through the both of them; a connection was made in that instant, not one of physical attraction, but one more akin to two souls entwining together as one.
DARK CLOUDS APPROACH
Both master and servant could feel the sparks in the air as they both sensed a darkening sky. They were especially vulnerable 5,585 feet above sea level, and their hairs stood on end, both unvocal about each other's fears. Who caused the approaching storm? Neither lover knew.
HERMIONE
"Y/N, willst thou clean up better? There appears to be lower air pressure and a heap of moisture in the atmosphere and in here; I must fear for our safety this close to the Heavens, for surely God is among us."
Indeed, the rolling storm had brought about a rise in air pressure and introduced a certain amount of moisture not experienced before by top or bottom. The poor dog, with their tired tongue tainted and tantalized, struggled to persevere with their excessive licking, their body having taken a significant physical toll after being toyed with for so long. Hermione decided to take pity on Y/N, letting herself reach climax while at her zenith of pleasure; her moans were so voluminous the wind itself echoed back, gaining velocity from the strong currents of the shores of the British Isles.
HERMIONE
"AhhhHHHHhnhH, wahhhhhhh! Grrrr,... GRRrrraahhhh! AAAAWOOOOOOOUUUUOOO!"
Her animalistic sounds resonated from the heights of Hogwarts that cold and licentious night; all students could be seen frightful of Saint Wolfgang of Regensburg, the patron saint of Halloween. Even Hagrid, the designated pumpkin carver, released his massive shaft in fear of Wolfgang. In the midst of yowling, howling, and growling from the Holy One, the air grew heavy; with this development, few raindrops fell around them, the pace hastened with every passing moment. Suddenly, it was clear the torrential downpour was inescapable for Y/N, from both God and Hermione.