Hermione was torn from her gloomy thoughts when the hand that had just been tenderly resting on her cheek suddenly grabbed her neck roughly and guided her head up until she had to look Minerva in the eyes.
Where there had been warmth before, Hermione now saw white-hot anger and she would have backed away in shock if Minerva hadn't held her in such an iron grip. She could see her nostrils flaring and her breathing quickening.
Hermione didn't know if she had ever seen Minerva McGonagall so angry, even during her school days when she had seen the older woman angry quite often, especially after the many dangerous situations she had regularly gotten herself into with Harry and Ron.
"After everything that happened between us tonight, you still doubt my feelings for you?" Minerva snapped and Hermione could feel her every breath on her face, as she was so close to her.
"After everything I did to you tonight, you still think I'm in control here?"
The confusion that welled up in Hermione exceeded her fear at Minerva's outburst, so she couldn't hold back the words: "But you did fu..."
But Minerva didn't let her finish: "Oh, you think that just because you were bent over on my desk, helpless at my mercy while I took you from behind, that I'm the one with the power?"
Before Hermione could even begin to nod, Minerva had interrupted her again: "Oh dear, how wrong you are."
Minerva's free hand, the one that wasn't holding her at the back of her neck, slid over Hermione's bottom lip and her voice trembled slightly as she continued, this time with a little less anger in her voice: "Do you think I make a habit of laying women on my desk and spanking them? Former students? Or even current students who have to show up for detention? Do you think a few intimate stories in a notebook are enough to make me lock you in my office and pounce on you?"
Before Hermione could even say a word, Minerva beat her to it again: "Hermione, I am neither promiscuous nor compulsive, not to mention that in all my years as a teacher or headmistress here at Hogwarts, I have never kissed anyone in my office, let alone had sex with them there."
Minerva sighed heavily before confessing to the witch in front of her, "Don't you understand? The only thing that made me throw away all my principles in a single moment, without hesitation, was the fact that you wanted me."
Hermione's eyes widened in shock as she realized what Minerva wanted to say to her.
"You are the only one who brought this out in me. You are the only one who made me do this. You are the only one who has this power over me. You are the only one I want."
Minerva's voice was only a whisper as she spoke the last sentence, like a secret she was confiding to the younger witch: "The only one I ever wanted."
Hermione rushed forward, closing the remaining distance between them and pressing her lips to Minerva's, greedy, hungry, passionate. Overwhelmed by the feelings flowing through her, she couldn't and didn't want to hold back any longer.
Minerva's confession had been all she had needed to banish all her insecurities and she let the older woman feel it in each of her kisses. She sucked greedily on her lower lip, biting it gently and running her tongue over it before pushing it into Minerva's mouth, which had opened with a moan.
As their tongues circled wildly, Hermione clawed her hands into the older woman's sides and pressed them as close to her body as possible. Minerva jerked her head back and groaned at the rough and possessive gesture.
Hermione immediately took advantage of the moment and attacked the unprotected throat in front of her with her teeth, biting, nibbling and sucking, determined to mark every inch of the pale soft skin as hers.
Minerva's abdomen jerked forward uncontrollably, searching for contact, for friction, for anything. Hermione was only too happy to give in to her will, slipping a hand between the older woman's legs and applying pressure with her entire palm.
With a loud groan, Minerva's legs gave way beneath her and she would have fallen if Hermione hadn't wrapped her arm around her waist and held her tightly to her. Hermione's hand, which she was now rubbing faster and faster between Minerva's legs, the only thing between their bodies.
The green lace panties that Minerva was still wearing were getting wetter by the moment and Hermione could feel herself getting wet at the thought of how much pleasure she was giving the older woman.
She moved her hand up and down even faster, Minerva's panties a welcome means of putting pressure on her labia and clitoris, and Hermione watched in fascination as Minerva breathed more and more heavily, her eyes closed and her head tilted back in pleasure with her mouth open, one hand clawing with all its strength into Hermione's arm, which still kept her on her feet.
As Minerva's moans grew louder and her breathing became more and more like heavy panting, Hermione knew she was close, and even though her forearm was already burning with exertion and she was struggling to breathe, she sped up her movements even more.
She didn't have to wait long before Minerva suddenly screamed, bucked up in her arms and her whole body shook as she came so hard that her whole body collapsed weakly.
Hermione gently let her slide to the floor, not without first summoning the blankets and pillows from Minerva's bed with an unspoken spell and a quick flick of her wrist and placing them under her still slightly trembling body.
Minerva's face contorted into an uncomfortable grimace as her head hit the pillows, her hair still tied in a tight bun, putting pressure on her neck.
Hermione, kneeling next to her, stared transfixed as the headmistress straightened her upper body and, with what seemed to be a familiar gesture, banished all the hairpins to a dressing table on the other side of the room.
Long black hair, which Hermione had only seen so openly once in her life, slid over Minerva's shoulders like a silky waterfall and Hermione breath hitched. The older woman, still too busy recovering from her violent orgasm a few seconds earlier, was completely unaware of what she had done to the younger woman with this simple gesture and sank back into the pillows, sighing contentedly.
"Oh Merlin, that was..." She let out an overwhelmed sigh and tried to get her breathing back under control by inhaling and exhaling deeply.
Hermione, however, held her breath as she saw naked breasts, covered by long black hair, rising and falling directly in front of her with each of Minerva's breaths. As if in a trance, she reached out and brushed Minerva's velvety soft hair aside, revealing naked breasts and small, erect nipples that seemed to be begging for Hermione's mouth on them.
Without a second thought, she straddled Minerva's lap, leaned forward and wrapped her lips around a nipple. Minerva gasped in surprise as Hermione gently sucked on the nipple in her mouth, teasing it with her tongue while she cupped the other breast in her hand and kneaded it gently.
A soft moan escaped Minerva's lips as her body began to writhe beneath Hermione, seemingly forgetting the high of the last orgasm and already ready for the next one.
Hermione grinned contentedly, removed her lips from one nipple, turned to the other and gave it the same attention. Minerva's upper body arched up towards Hermione's lips, eager to feel more.
But before Hermione could let her lips slide any further down, she felt Minerva's hand on the back of her neck, gently pulling her upwards. Green eyes fluttering with lust met brown ones and their lips were already on each other while Minerva tried to press Hermione's body even closer to hers.
Frustrated, Minerva pulled her lips away from the brown-haired witch on top of her and, breathing heavily, whispered, "Divesto."
Hermione gasped in surprise when she suddenly found herself lying stark naked on top of Minerva, their bare breasts meeting one another. She moaned as Minerva began to move her upper body and their nipples rubbed together, becoming even stiffer as one of the older woman's thighs pressed between Hermione's bare legs.
With difficulty, Hermione opened her eyes, which she had immediately closed as the pleasure that had risen between their rubbing naked bodies threatened to overwhelm her, and suppressed the impulse to rub herself furiously against Minerva's leg, the one that was so deliciously putting pressure on her pelvis that almost caused her to go mad.
She sat up, took a deep breath to focus and looked at Minerva with a smile on her lips after taking a meaningful look at her own, now naked, body: "I thought patience was a virtue?"
Minerva McGonagall rolled her eyes in annoyance and Hermione had to laugh out loud at such a completely uncharacteristic gesture for the otherwise always controlled and extremely correct woman. She looked enchanting lying there beneath her, naked, still slightly out of breath, her loose black hair spread around her like a fan and her eyes sparkling impatiently.
The younger witch instinctively guessed what Minerva was planning and reacted before the older woman could even raise her arms and reach for her: "Incarcerus."
Ropes shot out of nowhere, encircling the headmistress's wrists and ankles, who gasped in shock as her limbs were pulled apart until she lay spread-eagled beneath Hermione, who smiled contentedly, "Oh no, my darling, I'm not done with you yet. You've already had your fun, now it's my turn."
She relaxed and leaned down towards Minerva, who looked anything but happy about the fact that she could no longer touch the naked witch on top of her. "Believe me," the younger woman assured her, giving her a quick and loving kiss on the lips before looking deep into her eyes, "you won't regret it."
"Oh, I'm sure of that, love, or do you really think that shackles could stop me?" the headmistress replied almost arrogantly and transformed the rough ropes that held her limbs apart into velvet silk ribbons without saying a spell or taking her eyes off Hermione's brown ones, which were now flashing with amusement.
"No, of course not, Professor McGonagall," her former student laughed, shaking her head in amusement and pressing her naked body against that of the bound woman beneath her.
"Do you trust me?" she whispered hoarsely, biting her lip in anticipation as she searched emerald eyes for a hint of doubt. She wanted to make this experience as pleasurable as possible for Minerva, to even come close to the bar that Britain's most powerful witch had previously set in her office, when she had given her pleasure like no one had ever before in her life.
Minerva did not disappoint as she returned her gaze just as seriously and answered with conviction, "With my life."
Smiling contentedly, Hermione kissed her, putting into that kiss all the familiarity and love she felt for the older woman at that moment.
Without further explanation, she whispered "Obscuro" and watched as a black blindfold fell over Minerva's eyes, blocking her view of whatever was to come.
Hermione rose and with a wave of her wand floated Minerva to the large bed. But instead of laying her on top, she let her float in the air a little way above the mattress, all limbs still spread apart by the silk ties.
She could hear Minerva's excited breathing and tried to imagine what it must be like for her to not be able to move her arms or legs and not be able to see what was happening.
The fact that Minerva was so at her mercy excited Hermione beyond measure. She enjoyed the view and took her time using her wand to move the blankets and pillows that had been lying on the floor back onto the bed, always careful not to touch with anything, who was hovering above, with anything. She wanted to build up the tension even further, wanted to wait before any contact so that she could surprise the black-haired woman with the stimuli that would soon come over her. Hermione felt herself tremble with excitement just thinking about it.
As quietly as possible, she stepped between Minerva's legs without touching them, floating her body even further up with a slight movement of her wand until she was at eye level with Minerva's green panties, which were still damp from their previous activities.
Without speaking, she concentrated on the same spell Minerva had cast on her earlier, made the panties disappear from her body, and launched her mouth at the pink folds that formed Minerva's vulva.
The older woman groaned in surprise and her pelvis twitched wildly at this assault on her most intimate area, prompting Hermione to conjure another silk ribbon to hold Minerva's core still. The headmistress let out a throaty sigh as she could no longer escape Hermione's lips and tongue, and began to whimper violently as the witch sucked on her pussy lips between her legs, making her way up to her clit, which she gently circled with the tip of her tongue.
Hermione experimented a little until she discovered which tongue movements brought pleasure to the writhing and moaning woman in front of her, but still didn't push her past her limits. So she slid the entire surface of her tongue again and again from bottom to top over her now incredibly wet labia and, when she reached the top, massaged her clitoris with the tip of her tongue until Minerva began to tremble uncontrollably and Hermione began her movements again.
"God, Hermione...please!" gasped the black-haired woman, but Hermione just smiled and concentrated on the doubling spell that was supposed to copy her movements. She let go of Minerva and checked for a moment that the spell had actually worked and that an invisible tongue was imitating her previous movements.
As she continued to see Minerva twitching, shaking and moaning, she contentedly and silently moved towards the still bound and floating woman's torso. After lowering her slightly, she grabbed her breasts with both hands and began kneading them with her entire palms.
Minerva jumped in shock, but before she could panic, Hermione whispered reassuringly in her ear, "Shhhhh, it's still me."
She kissed Minerva behind the ear without letting go of her breasts for a second. "Relax, it's just a little spell."
As Minerva relaxed and gave herself over to the touch of her breasts, Hermione couldn't quite hide her excitement as she added, "But prepare yourself...there's more to come. "
She formulated the doubling spell again in her head and watched with satisfaction as invisible hands continued to massage Minerva's breasts, who was still desperately stretching her upper body towards the now invisible movements and whose abdomen kept twitching under the caresses of an invisible tongue.
Hermione had to gather herself for a moment to ignore the twitching in her own abdomen as she saw and heard how aroused Minerva was, and in that moment she wished she were blind and preferably deaf herself, because she didn't know how much longer she could carry on with this spectacle without touching herself where she ached the most.
But the need to push Minerva to the limits of her pleasure was stronger than satisfying her own needs, which were throbbing between her legs.
Unhindered, she leaned over Minerva's breasts and sucked greedily on one of the nipples that the massaging hands had intentionally left out. Minerva gasped and arched her upper body even further.
Hermione was sure that the woman would now thrash uncontrollably if she had the freedom to move, but her bound limbs kept her from doing so, which the younger witch was grateful for, whose lips still held the nipple between them tightly.
She cast the doubling spell again so that the nipple would be cared for without her lips and decided without further ado to cast the same spell directly on the other nipple because she felt how much her willpower was weakening and she didn't want to torture either herself or Minerva any longer, who, now faced with invisible hands, tongue and lips on all of her erogenous zones, was on the verge of madness and could barely utter a coherent sentence: "Hermm...ione, I... aaaahahhh...oh Gg-goooood...ppp-please...I...aaaahhh...p-p-leeeease." The Scottish woman, who was best known for her self-control, was all moans and pleas. And Hermione was only too willing to heed her plea.
She gently lowered the headmistress's trembling body onto the bed, positioned herself between the woman's spread legs and pointed her wand at her own clit, which glistened just as wetly as that of the black-haired woman in front of her, even though it had not been touched.
"Engorgio clitoris," she whispered, too aroused and insecure to cast this spell unsaid, watching in fascination as her clit swelled into a magnificently erect penis.
Hermione gasped as with the penis the absolutely primitive urge to penetrate Minerva's warm wetness in front of her took possession of her and like a magnet she was drawn to the naked, writhing body on the bed that lay so open and inviting in front of her.
As if pulled by invisible ropes, Hermione suddenly knelt in front of her, her penis just a few centimeters away from Minerva's wet labia.
In a panic, she raised her wand for the last time before she completely lost her ability to even think clearly and dissolved all the spells she had placed on Minerva.
The bonds loosened, the blindfold disappeared, the doubling spells ceased, and like a drowning woman pushing through the surface of the water, Minerva took a greedy breath, opened her eyes, and immediately focused her gaze on Hermione, who was kneeling between her legs.
She couldn't wait any longer and with a single thrust she entered Minerva so deeply that it took both of their breaths away. Hermione couldn't believe how incredibly good it felt to be inside Minerva like this.
She supported herself with both arms on either side of Minerva's head and looked expectantly at the witch below her, waiting for a sign that she was ready. But Hermione had probably prepared the older woman well enough with her extensive foreplay, because Minerva immediately gave her consent with a nod, accompanied it with a thrust of her hips that made Hermione moan and asked her between gritted teeth: "Move, Hermione, please, love."
Hermione didn't need to be told twice. All thoughts left her head as she began thrusting into Minerva over and over again in an uncontrolled rhythm, meeting each of her thrusts with her hips, and they both lost themselves in this indescribable feeling of being connected to each other in the most intimate way imaginable.
Hermione couldn't feel anything other than Minerva's wet warmth, closing so tightly around her that with every thrust she felt like she was being sucked dry.
"Fuck, Minerva...that's...aaaahhh...soooo...good...you...feel...so...good," she managed, panting heavily between breaths.
She thought she saw stars as Minerva grabbed Hermione's hips with both hands to pull her even deeper down and into herself. Instinctively, her thrusts became even faster and harder until she felt like she was about to burst with pleasure. Judging by the throaty moans beneath her, Minerva felt the same way and it only spurred Hermione on even more.
"Minerva," she gasped, "I...can't...much...longer…please." She was so close, she knew this orgasm would be powerful, destroy her and she wanted Minerva to cum before her so badly, because after her own orgasm she could no longer guarantee anything.
"Love," Minerva panted beneath her, "come...with...me...now!"
In hindsight, Hermione couldn't tell which of the two screamed at that moment, as Minerva's walls contracted so tightly around her penis that she felt like she was suffocating in the most beautiful way in the world.
All the muscles in her body tensed in the moment of maximum ecstasy, only to collapse weakly shortly afterwards and release all the tension from her body.
With a contented and equally exhausted sigh, Hermione collapsed onto the mattress next to Minerva, barely managing to return her sex to its original state before her eyes closed.