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Her skirt hitched up higher, almost like a string of rope. Ready, eager, and waiting. She slid onto the desk and wrapped her legs around his waist. Precum dripped down from his cock onto the surface of the desk, mingling with the quickly forming pool of her heated arousal.
Just above her pussy was an interesting tattoo. It looked somewhat like the letter H, but the edges were more angled, and the line through the middle was a crooked slash. It seemed to glow as he drew closer, though it was surely just the light.
"I know I've changed," she continued. "I used to be able to go months without you," she whined, wrapping her arms around his neck. "But the days tick by and I'm losing my mind. Please, fuck me? I promise I'll get you the best settlement possible."
His cock hung just above her entrance. God, he wanted her. But he was so disoriented.
"What do you mean, settlement? What's going on with Padma? And with you, and Fleur, and Narcissa, and - ohhhh fuck!"
She edged herself forward towards his cock on the desk, sliding easily from the sudden and constant lubrication of her own juices. Her pussy lips kissed the tip of his cock, just as she reached up and kissed his chin. Her whole demeanor was so utterly submissive and seductive. The tattoo above her pussy shimmered and sparkled. It was just her sweat sliding across the design, of course.
He desperately tried to keep his wits about him. His cock was inside her, but only just. He could still pull out and call this all a misunderstanding.
Hermione flipped her hair to the side, licking her lips and settling on him her wide open gaze with a deadly mix of greed and desire.
I'm troublesome, but I can keep a secret. That was her advertisement.
"Wh-what about Tonks?" he asked. "Your wife?"
"She's-at home," Hermione whispered between kisses. "She won't be able to make it before you fuck me stupid. Please, don't stop!"
The fact that Hermione described her wife's whereabouts in terms of inconvenience to him - he wouldn't be able to fuck Hermione before he fucked Tonks, because that was clearly how he was going to fuck Hermione - rather than trying to convince him he'd never find out, really struck Harry. Hermione didn't care if Tonks knew, because in this insane world he'd entered, he was apparently fucking Hermione and Tonks at will.
Her heels, resting on his back, tapped him forward. Her legs were strong, toned, and long. Suddenly he was really inside her, gripping her hips and plunging his manhood deep into her incredibly tight entrance. "Fuck!" she cried. "Oh my god! You're bigg-bigger than ever!"
She was so fucking skinny. Her slender body rivaled what he remembered from Fleur or Gabrielle that morning. It was so easy to wrap his arms around her waist and grip, immediately taking control of her entire body mass.
He could and did - twisting her this way and that, and she correspondingly contorted her body, turning herself so he could see her entire slender length, posing like a model on a magazine cover to best showcase her numerous angles and tilt her breasts, ass, or jawline in the most alluring way possible.
She constantly, incessantly tried to make him even harder and more desirous of her succulently transformed body. The deeper he drilled into her, the more she was aroused and unable to restrain herself. His hands traveled over her taut, soft skin, playing with her breasts, especially her nipples. They were shining and glistening like the rest of her body, but also wet. After a while, he realized milk was leaking out of them. Hot, fertile milk was seeping out of them because he was fucking her, because her body was so driven by the need to be his reproductive instrument.
"Please," she growled as if reading his mind. "I need your children. If you impregnate me, I can be near your cock all the time, please..."
He didn't know how to respond, and she cradled his head down to her breasts.
"You can taste," she urged him. "Taste how good I'll be, Daddy..."
He couldn't resist. Part of him tried - thoughts of Fleur, her transformation, loyalty to his wife in this one way, despite all the numerous infidelities he had already engaged in today.
But the stronger part of him - the part that directed his cock - sprinted full speed to possess this bobbing, brown-haired woman who so clearly wanted him to direct her life.
He sucked on her nipples as she called him daddy, and the taste overwhelmed the pleasure centers in his brain. It wasn't normal milk, just like nothing about this was normal anymore - it was somehow exceptional, and that made his need to impregnate her outweigh any control he once had.
Standing straight, growling, he pinned her to the desk and almost brutally choked her on the neck. Hermione loved it, squeezing his arm tightly, as if daring him to strangle her harder.
Her enthusiasm, the milk, her quiet repetition of the words please, Daddy? sent him over the edge, and Harry came inside her tight, wet pussy.
As he did, his grip loosened enough to return her voice, and she came loudly, shouting his name.
"You're fucking amazing, Master!" she cried. "You're so fucking good! Oh my god, oh my - my god, my god! Yes, Daddy, yes!"
"Hermione..." he moaned. "Oh fuck, oh god, Hermione..."
"Master! I love you! I love you forever! Forever!" It was precisely at that moment when he thought he couldn't continue, when his orgasm was completely done, that this declaration pushed even more from him - the final spraying of his heavy seed down into the beautiful tight channel that she swore was only for him.
Eventually, though, she calmed down, kissing him loudly on the neck and shoulders, doing a long nail-wandering show on his back and biting him sensually. All of it was very theatrical.
Suddenly, he noticed the door. The front door to the office - she never closed it, and he was too excited to notice. The men in the front had been watching the whole time. Two of them were on their knees, holding hands.
"M-mistress?" one of the men called out. "Should we go?"
Hermione smiled, calling out through the door. "Shut up, you fucking worm."
Her change in demeanor was remarkable. Earlier, she had been so full of adoration for Harry - so completely mesmerized, seductive, and needy. Raising her eyebrows, just like that.
But when she turned to those in the lobby, her expression became completely contemptuous. Sneering from the bottom of her heart. Her eyes narrowed to murderous slits.
The men in the front, cowed, resumed their silence. He realized they were crying. Crying because he had fucked the girl they wanted.
He knew he should feel bad. But instead, it only emboldened him. He grabbed her tits, her ass, as hard as he could - squeezing her attention.
As quickly as it had darkened, it brightened again, looking at Harry with need and respect.
Worship.
"I'm sorry about that, my love." "Mistress?" he asked.
She shrugged. "Not my idea. But one of them started doing it and it just kind of caught on with him, you know? Weak little boys like a strong woman who tells them what to do. Not like you, though. You're the strongest. Ungh."
She took his cock in her hands, which had come out of her pussy only to now rest against her stomach, still hard and throbbing. Caressing, holding it tightly against her rock-hard belly, she looked at Harry with deep, unconditional desire.
"So strong," she whispered. "Won't you show me again how strong you are?".
There were so many questions he still had - the business with Padma Patil, what happened to Hermione's wife, what happened to the women and men in this town, and perhaps most importantly, what happened with his wife and daughter...
But Hermione was soft and hard in all the right places, warm and willing like he was between her legs, and stroking and kissing him like there was no tomorrow.
Solving problems could wait. He slipped into her again and listened as she professed her undying love once more.
"I need to figure this out," Harry said, gripping Hermione's perfectly shaped ass even tighter. "Something's going on. I just can't figure out what." As he freely fucked his former confidant over the desk, sliding her back and forth towards her juicy breasts, Harry tried to remain calm long enough for real critical thinking to emerge. Hermione's hands spread out, reaching to grab onto anything in the ecstatic fervor she felt as his thick cock completely filled her tight pussy.
"Fi-figure it out!" she moaned. "Y-yes! Yes, of course you will! You're so smart! You're the smartest everrr..."
Her voice drifted off as another orgasm hit her system. It seemed to come every seven or eight thrusts. He had torn her clothes off somewhere in the heat of their passion because he liked to watch her tight, newly adult body tremble and shake with the unstoppable force of her pleasure. Her back, exposed to him, was perfectly toned and rippled with frighteningly erotic precision. Her legs wrapped around his waist, secured in place by high heels - the only clothing she had on, which was a one-piece. Now she balanced on top of her spread-out tits on the desk, pounding her fists as waves of passion carried her away.
So far, only when he was fucking her was he able to think really clearly. And he liked to vocalize those newly clear thoughts.
"This day has just been crazy. It starts with my fucking daughter sucking me off, for God's sake. And then Fleur, she seems really into this. And she was gonna leave me! I remember signing those papers you filed for her."
"Sss...sorry 'bout that," Hermione muttered. "An' I dunn...fuck. Don't 'member it much. But I'm sorry, Daddy - oh! Ohhh!"
His thrusts rose and he hit Hermione's magical number again. It always hit home, calling him Daddy like that. Even though technically he wasn't the real Daddy Gabrielle, when she moved to Hogwarts after the war, she stayed with them for the summer and both he and Fleur raised her. This made the current level of transgression - with her blowing him like her adopted mother had urged her to - somehow worse for him. Taking a girl from another house just to corrupt her now that she was barely eighteen, to serve the cock of his new Daddy.
"So every woman I meet wants to fuck me. I want to fuck them. I can't even think straight, I'm so hard half the time, and only by fucking you was I able to piece it all together a bit. I feel like I'm losing whole days. I got drunk, sure, but I never lost a month or more. How long have you been saying you're in love with me?"
"My whole life, Daddy. I live for you. You're my whole world and all I want to do is make your cock happy and hard and-"
He lifted her briefly off the desk and then roughly set her back down again. He didn't slam her, but he didn't hold back either. Her tits mostly cushioned the blow. Mostly.
"How long. Did you. Say. Stupid?"
Hermione giggled. "Ohhh, I just dee kay, baby. Like, three weekish?"
"Three weeks. Three weeks and you're in love with me, and so is Narcissa and Daphne and suddenly again Fleur and for some fucking reason Gabrielle too, and you look like that, god, have you ever..."
He stared down at the tight, tanned flesh of her back. He really had a thing for bare backs - and not just because of the complete lack of protection he was now using, probably to knock up the entire litter of kids in Hermione. When she had seduced him, there hadn't been time for condoms and he figured the damage was already done. He also discovered that when he thought of Hermione being pregnant with his seed, he only wanted to fuck her more.
But her back was now wonderfully tight, muscular, and taut. The Hermione he knew before was almost brutish in appearance; stocky, square, and businesslike. Now Hermione was a stunning bombshell with model proportions.
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