Hermione arose at 7:00 AM and was showered and dressed by 7:30 AM just as a knock came at her door. If that little fuck boy thinks he's going to get lucky this morning he's in for a rude awakening. Opening the door she found a bellhop with another package for her. After tipping the bellhop she laid the package on the bed and opened it. It contained more clothes, this time a traditional bush outfit.
The trousers had a button fly and deep angled side pockets with button‑flap back pockets. They were a light khaki color in a 50‑50 cotton‑polyester fabric. The bush jacket was hip length, also light khaki, with a tailored collar, epaulets, and lapels. It was nicely tapered to her form and was clearly a women's model as it cinched in nicely under her bust. The front included button‑flap pockets at her breasts and waist. Long sleeves terminated into buttoned cuffs. High laced boots were included with a heavy lug non‑slip sole. A hat was included in light khaki with a broad brim, one side of which was turned up in the traditional style down‑under. The hat band appeared to be snakeskin. Modeling the outfit in the mirror Hermione was reminded of characters from old black and white documentaries she had seen on TV as a child, or possibly a Tarzan movie.
Still, after arranging her hair into a low pony‑tail she was pleased with the look.
She strode into the breakfast buffet by 8:00, quite pleased with her appearance. In the buffet line she bumped into the Asian stalker.
"Hello," he said, "Don't you look terrific?" His accent was Asian but Hermione could not place it except to judge not to be Chinese.
"I beg your pardon," Hermione replied. "It seems, sir, that you have the advantage on me."
"Oh. You're English, then. Then allow me to beg your kind pardon. My name is Kittisak; Kittisak Nanto. Pleased to meet you."
"Yes, I'm English. And you are?"
"I'm Thai. It would be easier to converse if I knew your name."
"I'm Hermione. Hermione Granger."
"It is a pleasure to meet you Hermione Granger."
"You've been a bit of a stalker, lately, haven't you Kittisak?" Best to challenge him early and establish who is dominant.
"I don't apologize, Hermione. You're a beautiful woman. It's impossible not to see that and, coming from Thailand, I know a beautiful woman when I see one. You really are quite extraordinary."
Hermione had made her breakfast selections and had moved to a small table to eat. Kittisak followed. "May I join you?"
"If you please," she answered. "Your English is more than passable. Where did you learn it?"
"Universities in Thailand require fluency in English. Several of my professors were either English or American. But thank you for the compliment. Your evening wear yesterday was beyond captivating, Hermione. It seems that today you're planning a trip into the bush. Will you be away very long?"
This one doesn't waste any time. Hermione did not want to discourage him but she also did not want to appear too eager. He just might be a yummy little snack. I might add another trophy to my collection. "Most likely not. Perhaps a day or two. It's uncertain. Will you be a guest here for long?" Put the ball back into his court.
"Actually, yes. I'm here to settle a software contract Defining and agreeing upon the scope of work is taking longer than I anticipated, probably a few weeks more. Perhaps if your social schedule allows, I can introduce you to the Canberra Region Farmers' Market? You can learn a little more about the local foods and locally grown wares. I'm confident you'll be delighted by the regional tropical fruits."
Actually, that does sound interesting. "Perhaps I will," Hermione replied noncommittally. "But for now I must prepare for my day and catch my plane. You will be good enough, then, to excuse me." She rose from her seat, offered a demur little parting smile, then turned and walked away.
Koa's pattern of punctuality left her just enough time to return to her room and gather a few essentials. The pockets on her bush coat we large enough but Hermione applied an extensible charm to the lower hip pocket and she filled it with a few toiletry items and her wand. She appeared in the lobby with three minutes to spare and the limousine pulled up just as she exited the revolving door onto the front sidewalk. Koa jumped out and held the door for her. Once they were settled they were on their way.
"The airport is not far," he informed her. "We're travelling by bush plane and our flight will take just a little over two hours. We'll be landing in the bush northwest of Canberra and visiting an unmapped village where some of my traditional people make their home. Might I add that you wear the bush outfit well?"
"Thank you. I think so too," Hermione answered.
"I want to give you a little background on the Ngangkari. I'm sure that you're aware that he is a traditional healer. Healers are thought to derive their gift of healing through a deep and intimate connection to the land and all living things. This is central to our belief system. Perhaps in western culture you may think of them as a shaman, a priest, or a medicine man. These are all concepts from cultures around the world. But these analogies are only useful to explain a very broad concept. The Ngangkari are aware of life and life forces. It is through his connection to the life forces around him that he can discern the malady and stimulate healing."
"Our Ngangkari is very old. We are uncertain how old. But perhaps older than you might guess. I believe that he appears as old as a man in his fifties or sixties, but I understand him to be far older. Still, I am confident you will find him to be helpful and it is also likely he will be charmed by you."
They arrived now at the airstrip and entered the field, pulling up to a small single engine plane parked on the grass. The pilot was conducting his external checks and Koa introduced Hermione to him. "Hello, Little Sheila. Pleased to have you aboard. We'll be taking off directly so best if you seat yourselves in the back, fasten your safety harness, and put on your headphones."
As Hermione finished cinching herself into her seat with the four‑point harness the pilot entered and began to conduct his internal checks. After opening a small side window and yelling, "CLEAR!" he began the starting sequence for the engine. After it turned over he gave it time for the engine oil to come up to temperature and busied himself obtaining permission from the tower to taxi into take‑off position at the end of the runway. The runway was a smooth dirt strip and soon after arriving at the end they received permission to take‑off. The little plane roared down the runway and they slowly lifted‑off.
It was noisy. So noisy Hermione found it difficult to hold a conversation even though the microphone on her headphones included a noise cancelling feature and she could discern the pilot's chatter with the tower. Hermione had never been a natural flier and the rapid ascent and elevation adjustments of the small plane reminded her of flying with Harry on Buckbeak. Harry would be comfortable in this little plane but Hermione was not. She concentrated upon keeping her stomach under control and swallowing often to relieve the pressure in her ears. Once they achieved level flight she was able to hold on for the ride, but only just. Keeping her eyes shut tight she focused on not losing her breakfast.
A little more than two hours later they landed on a grassy strip near a small village. After a few minutes the plane came to a stop and a few minutes more and the pilot shut down the engine. Koa and Hermione deplaned. Her legs were shaky as she followed Koa into the village. She was just starting to feel stable when they arrived at the Ngangkari's hut. Rapping on the doorpost a very distinguished voice speaking in what can only be described as The King's Tongue bade them enter.
The Ngangkari was powerfully built. Standing slightly shorter than Hermione, perhaps five‑feet four‑inches, he was lighter skinned than Koa. His skin tone reminded Hermione of an African‑American but with two distinguishing features, his tightly curled hair was a sprinkling of gray and dark red while the light chocolate skin on his face exhibited freckles. His facial features were just as starkly aboriginal as Koa. He wore little more than a loin cloth and ceremonial beads and on his fingers were several rings. Greeting Hermione in an accent that evoked for her the Edwardian era in England he said, "It is my greatest privilege to meet you Hermione Granger. It will be my pleasure to answer any of your questions, as I can. Oh, yes, yes, yes, how rude of me. My name is Ngarra Matamata and, again, it is my privilege to meet you. Please be seated." He gestured to a small rice‑straw mat on the dirt floor. Hermione sat cross legged on the mat and once she was seated Ngarra sat in front of her on a separate mat. "That will be all, Koa." Having been dismissed Koa promptly left the hut.
"I must compliment you, young lady. You must be very special. Of all the many female conquests of our dear Koa he has never seen fit to introduce one to us. I sense that you have made an impression upon him. But I sense many things about you that may confirm your special nature." At this he looked at the pocket on her bush coat that contained her wand.
Dismissing that as coincidence Hermoine responded. "Please sir, would you be kind enough to explain how you came to speak in such a formal and somewhat patrician dialect of English?"
"Oh, yes, my dear. Of course you would be curious. My father was the Australian Aboriginal representative to the crown. While serving at the pleasure of Queen Victoria he met a high‑spirited Scot woman. They married and she became my mother. As for my English speech pattern, I attended Eaton and subsequently Cambridge." With that he gestured to two rings on his fingers. "My mother was an extraordinary woman who taught me the importance of independent thinking. She was quite fierce when she needed to be. My father was very traditional but they had more in common than one would think. They learned from each other and thrived together."
"It is an honor to meet you, sir. I would never have imagined discovering anyone like you in the Australian bush."
"The honor is mine, Hermione. Now, tell me why you have come. Please speak without embarrassment or shame for I already know the topic is one to which western civilization attributes shame. You are safe here, I shall not pass judgment, and anything you say will be held in the strictest confidence."
"Thank you sir." With that Hermione described her sexual encounters with Koa, without revealing more details than was necessary to her purpose. She also summarized what Koa had explained to her regarding his 'gift.' When she was finished she stated her purpose. "Can this gift, this power, be taught? If it can be taught, can you teach me?"
"It has been taught, yes, but there is a very small chance of success. Can I teach you? I can try, but I cannot do so unless you are completely transparent with me. Also, and I must warn you, the first steps involve a subject who willingly lowers their defenses to you during intromission."
"Intromission?" Hermione remarked. "You mean the penetration of their penis in my vagina?"
"Precisely. You are most likely aware from experience that the contact of a male member with your vagina forms the most reliable pathway. I can add to this that the subject, the male in this example, is not required to be gifted himself. The only requirement is that his mind must be receptive to your will. Now, before we go any further, will you explain to me the powerful life force that I detect in your presence?"
Hermione wasn't sure what he was referring to but she was guarded about revealing that she is a witch. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean," she responded.
"I perceive that an object capable of focusing and channeling powerful forces resides in your pocket. I also detect that it was recently employed for a purpose at your lovely throat. Can you tell me about this?"
"I'm sure I can't say. I wish I could help you."
The Ngangkari now fixed her with a penetrating stare as he clutched his necklace. She knew she should look away, that she was in peril, but was unable to will herself to do so. Her thoughts were now reduced to a state without tension or conflict. A lovely feeling of peace and serenity exuded through her mind. Hermione lost control of analytical thought and lost control of her will. She was now rendered completely vulnerable to his probing. Then, as gently as he had begun he gently released her.
"I believe your term for what you just experienced is Legilimens or Legilimency. I now have the answer I was seeking. You're what the English call a witch, probably a highly skilled one at that as evidenced by the orderliness and discipline of your first‑class mind. As a witch your employment of what you describe as magical forces taps into the very core of nature's primal currents. In your pocket, then, is a tool by which you focus and channel your will to influence those currents. As I recall your name for this tool is a wand. May I examine it, please. I will not harm it and I promise to return it."
Hermione knew in what part of her mind that she should not yield to his request but a less rational, more emotional part, felt trusting. She pulled out her wand and gave it to the Ngangkari.
After examining it for a few minutes he smiled a knowing smile and declared, "Dragon heartstring, is it not?" Hermione nodded. "This wand has been much used and often in the most perilous of circumstances. You are, indeed, a uniquely powerful and clever witch." Following this declaration he returned her precious wand. Returning the wand to her pocket she quietly awaited his next words.
"May I ask, sir, how you are aware of the practice of Legilimency?" Hermione was fascinated by this surprising man.
"When I was at Cambridge I chanced meeting a man who exuded the same primal force that you exude. Curious I made his acquaintance. He also possessed a first‑class intelligence, like yourself. As you have probably already guessed, he was a wizard. He was as curious about me as I was about him and we shared much knowledge. He taught me Legilimency."
Hermione was curious and asked, "Do you remember his name?"
"Albus Dumbledore."
Hermione was shocked. Albus Dumbledore as a young man had risked the exposure of the magical world and taught a complicated spell to an outsider.
"May I also asked," Hermione continued, "how you are able to achieve Legilimency without a wand?"
Ngarra touched his necklace. Hermione nodded in understanding.
"But let us return to the subject of your curiosity. Let me offer sage advice to you, Hermione Granger. This 'gift,' as Koa describes it, can be useful to a healer. But Koa has subjugated its usefulness for selfish and hedonistic purposes. I also read in your mind that you are aware of the shallow and narcissistic nature of his personality. To pervert such a special gift for pleasure-seeking purposes, and to capture trophies that he displays to attract validation and social status, is beneath your dignity Hermione Granger. You may very well find it within your power to learn this skill, but I suspect that you possess sufficient charm and skill that, at least for the purposes to which Koa has put it to his use, you have no need of this 'gift.'"
There he paused and Hermione turned over his words in her mind and realized the wisdom in them. "I understand," she finally said.
"May I add that I do hope that you do learn this skill. I hope you learn it because I believe that you may put it to good use. You are not, by your nature, selfish or narcissistic. You are a good person and you will do good things with your life. In fact, you already have performed a great service well beyond any expectation that may be attributed to one so young."
"You are certainly wise. And you have said many nice things about me. I do know what you mean. I did sense the shallowness in Koa. In fact, I exploited it and dominated him during our most recent assignation. You have made much clear to me. Thank you."
"It was an honor meeting you, witch Hermione. I shall not reveal you for it is not my place. However, I can reveal a few helpful guidelines. First, find a young man who is malleable. By this I mean not particularly prone to question himself or his circumstances. Second, upon intromission of his penis into your vagina discipline your mind to block the feelings created in you. Instead, imagine that those feelings are sourced in him. Whatever stimulation your genitals produce, transform it in your mind as stimulation he is receiving. This skill must be applied and practiced through different pathways until you find you are able to reach a person through a gentle touch of your fingers. Then you can use the skill to be helpful to people quite apart from pathways of sexual gratification. Fear, anxiety, doubt, and inner‑conflict will all be within your reach and you may perform invaluable services for those you touch."
Hermione said, "I think I understand."
"You are so very accomplished for one so young. I hope for you that you follow a path of compassion and charity that will guide your life." At that he clapped his hands sharply and a very young woman appeared. "This is my granddaughter. She will reunite you with Koa and you are free to return. It was a privilege you meet you, Hermione Granger."
"The honor has been mine most wise Ngangkari." With that Hermione stood, bowed, and followed the young lady out of the hut. They soon caught up with Koa.
Koa asked, "Did you complete your business with the Ngangkari?"
"Yes I did," she answered, "and thank you for making the arrangements to meet him. It really was nice of you to do that for me."
"Ok, Good. I'll take you back to the plane so you can return to Canberra. I won't be returning with you. I will be leaving later today for Port Moresby where I have an assignment that will occupy me for three or four weeks. Will you remain in Canberra until I get back?"
"Perhaps. It all depends upon the progress I can make with my mission. It's too soon to say." She knew Koa disliked vague and uncertain answers from his conquests. Even if she could say Hermione would probably toy with him for the sport of it.
"I see," Koa responded and they walked together in silence until they reached the air strip. Koa instructed the pilot that Hermione would be returning alone. Nodding in ascent he began the external checks on the plane.
"Goodbye Koa. Thank you again," Hermione said.
"You're welcome, Hermione. Happy to be helpful."
He almost sounded like an ordinary boy, without a display of ego or bravado. He made no move to hug Hermione and she made no move to hug him. There was not even the gesture of a handshake. I suppose he doesn't make affectionate gestures unless there's a chance that he'll get his dick wet. Hermione turned and stepped toward the plane.
"Best if you sit up front, Miss, since there's only one of you."
Climbing into the plane, Hermione cinched herself into the harness and, when she looked up, Koa was gone. Soon enough they were on their way and Hermione focused upon her queasy stomach for the two‑hour flight back. The pilot had radioed ahead when they were twenty‑minutes out from Canberra and the limousine was waiting for her when they landed. It was just after four when she pushed through the revolving door and into the hotel lobby. As she was passing the front desk the desk clerk called for her.
"Miss, there's a message for you."
Approaching the desk, Hermione accepted a small envelope. "Thank you."
While waiting for the elevator she opened the envelope and pulled out a handwritten note: call me when you return. Kitt – Room 401. Upon entering the elevator she selected the fourth floor. The room was close to the elevator and Hermione knocked forcefully on the door. She was about to knock a second time when the door opened and there stood Kittisak.
All he was wearing were tennis shorts. He appeared surprised and his hair was tousled. She guessed she had woken him from a nap. Stepping over the threshold she put a hand on his hairless chest and pushed him into the room. She closed the door and secured the privacy latch before turning back to this golden skinned boy. Kittisak was smooth skinned over his torso and legs, as well as scant facial hair. His body seemed rather boyish compared to Koa but he carried no signs of excess body fat. Boyish he may be but I haven't seen everything yet.
"Hi," he squeaked.
Hermione wrapped an arm around his neck and smothered him in a ravenous kiss. She probed his lips with her tongue while she ran her hand down his chest, over his abdomen, under his waistband, and captured his dick in her fingers. He was sans underpants; he must have quickly thrown the shorts on to answer the door. He was soft and small. It was a little different kissing someone slightly shorter and she felt very masculine doing it. Playing with his little soldier it was stirring back to life.
Dropping to her knees she pulled the shorts down roughly and took his reviving member directly into her mouth while her hands were busy unbuttoning her bush jacket and then her pants, stripping out of her bra as well. His cock was uncut but boasted a rich golden tan color with an even tone throughout. Pubic hair was meager, being coal black and not as curly as she might have assumed. She guessed this cock to be a little shorter than Koa's and certainly smaller in girth. This was only her second cock so she wasn't judging it, yet. We'll find out soon how useful it is and whether size matters. Standing up she commanded him, "Lay down, now!"
Kittisak lay down on the floor as he was told and Hermione pushed down her pants and worked them off over her boots. No time for those, she was going to fuck him with her boots on. Kittisak had taken his shaft in hand and began to stroke it as he scrutinized her precious tits and the damp pussy between her legs with her sexy petals hanging down.
Straddling him, Hermione swatted his hand away from his dick. "None of that. I'll tell you what you can and cannot do. Don't try my patience." Then she crawled up us body and lowered her pussy to his mouth. Seizing his wrists she held them down above his head. "Now lick it you filthy cunt hound. Let's find out if you can lick it as well as you can chase it."
Kittisak licked up and down her wet slit several times and then probed her cunt with the tip of his tongue. "Not that," and she slapped his face. "I said lick. Lick my lips. Impress me." As she rode his face she rocked her pelvis, coating his smooth face with her musk. Glancing over her shoulder she checked the state of his dick and she concluded it needed some attention, without which it wouldn't be useful.
Lifting off him she reversed her position and, holding his arms down with her boots, she lowered her pussy onto his face again. Meanwhile, propped on her elbows, she fondled his balls, stroked his dick and sucked it to full attention. Hermione enjoyed abusing him like this so much she was getting close to cumming; this even though his oral technique was suboptimal. To compensate she rocked her pelvis in a way that rubbed her little nubbin on his chin to get more stimulation.
Hermione rolled off, reversed again, straddled his hips, and hooked her boots over his legs. Directing his cock to her pussy she shifted to align his shaft at the correct angle and then sank down on him in one go. Now she began to ride him with purpose; she wanted to cum. Sitting up straight she rode him like a galloping horse and reached down to rub her clit as well. He was moaning now. His cock was smaller but it was adequate for the purpose and Hermione took full advantage of it. She could feel the shifting foreskin as she came almost completely off him and then dropped back down; it was a delightful feeling. So close. So close. She increased the pressure of her jilling and soon she began to cum.
Kittisak's eyes opened very wide as he felt her cunt clamp on his dick in rapid pulses. Hermione rode vigorously through her orgasm and then stopped to catch her breath. Well, well. Fully hard now, aren't you cunt hound? She started to ride him again, slowly at first and increased her tempo gradually. He was beginning to feel it, she could tell by the expression on his face and his quiet moans. Reaching behind her she fondled his balls and tickled the spot beneath his sack. He came. The feeling of his hot spunk squirting inside her cunt was almost as good as an orgasm to Hermione. He stopped pumping and she stopped riding. She had not cum again but it was alright. She got what she came for.
Sitting up straight as his cock softened inside her Hermione looked down on her second fuck. It had not been world class but it was more than good enough. Rolling off him Hermione stood and went into the bathroom with her clothes. Cleaning up, packing her panties with tissue to staunch the leaking spunk, and then pulling on her clothes Hermione was now ready to leave.
He was still on the floor when she returned. Looking around the room she found a pair of tighty‑whities on the floor next to the bed. Collecting them she stepped over to where he lay.
"I'll meet you at 6:00 PM in the restaurant downstairs. You can buy me dinner. Oh, and one more thing fuck boy, don't be late."
Hermione let herself out and walked to her room with a very self‑satisfied smile on her face.
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