Vernon awoke to the blinding light streaming through the curtains, his head pounding from the night before. As he slowly opened his eyes, his heart skipped a beat at the sight that greeted him. Hermione lay beside him, her naked form illuminated by the morning sun. Her skin bore the marks of their passionate lovemaking from the previous night, a stark reminder of their reckless abandon.
He couldn't believe what had transpired between them. Vernon had never intended for things to escalate to this point when he first laid eyes on her. But now, seeing her lying there so vulnerable and exposed, he couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him.
A sly grin tugged at his lips as he recalled the cunning plan he had set in motion. He had meticulously gone through Dudley's psychiatrist notes on his encounter with the dementors, using every piece of information to manipulate Hermione into his arms. And it had worked like a charm.
As Vernon gazed upon Hermione's sleeping naked body, a sense of triumph washed over him. He couldn't believe how effortlessly his plan had worked to seduce her. It was a stark contrast to the months of careful manipulation it had taken to seduce the babysitter, Ingrid.
Ingrid, a young immigrant desperate for money, had been easy prey for Vernon. He had offered to help her with English lessons, spun tales of his wife's neglect, and even provided extra cash for babysitting without Petunia's knowledge. It had all been part of his calculated scheme to bed the unsuspecting girl.
But Hermione, she was different. A witch with powers that could easily punish or defend against him, Vernon knew he needed to be more strategic in his approach. Drawing on his limited knowledge of the wizarding world, he concocted a plan to fake an attack and use it as leverage to seduce her.
Despite the risks involved, Vernon found himself drawn to Hermione's allure and power. The thrill of conquering such a formidable opponent only fueled his desire further.
As he stood there admiring Hermione's beauty in slumber, Vernon knew that this conquest would be his greatest yet.
Vernon looled at the red blinking lights of the nannycam . His smile was twisted with triumph .
He had meticulously planned every detail of this deceitful act, from setting up the camera to orchestrating a fake dementor attack to lure Hermione into his bed. And now, as he watched her sleeping form , a rush of adrenaline coursed through him.
The footage captured every moment of his seduction, every whispered word and caress that led to Hermione giving herself to him. Vernon felt a surge of power and control wash over him as he replayed the scene again and again in his mind.
But as he sat there, watching Hermione's vulnerable naked body , a dark desire stirred within him. His pulse quickened and a familiar ache throbbed between his legs.
The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on Hermione's naked body as she lay peacefully in bed. Her messy hair spilled over the pillow, partially obscuring her face, which still bore the traces of sleep. To Vernon, she looked like an angel bathed in ethereal light.
His gaze lingered on her form, taking in every curve and contour with a hunger that burned deep within him. As he watched, a primal desire stirred within him, manifesting itself in a full erection .
Unable to resist any longer, Vernon approached Hermione's sleeping form. Gently parting her hair to reveal her face more fully, he was met with a sight that made his heart race and his breath catch in his throat. Her breasts rose and fell with each peaceful breath she took, their pink nipples standing proudly and invitingly against her skin.
Without hesitation, Vernon reached out with trembling hands to caress her soft flesh. To his surprise and relief, she did not stir at all under his touch. Emboldened by this silent permission, he pressed his palms against her breasts and felt them yield beneath his touch.
A slight moan escaped Hermione's lips at the sensation but she remained asleep, lost in dreams that Vernon could only imagine. Leaning down closer to her now exposed chest, he hesitated for just a moment before giving in to temptation.
Closing his eyes and surrendering himself to pure desire, Vernon began to suckle on Hermione's breasts with an urgency that bordered on desperation. The sound of her moans filled the room but they were muffled by sleep; she was unaware of the violation occurring while lost in slumber.
After sucking her breasts, Vernon's mouth came down and then licked her navel. Hermione gave a slight moan but still didn't wake from her sleep. He felt a surge of excitement at the sound, knowing he had complete control over her vulnerable state.
He moved lower, opening her legs to lick her vagina. His face contorted in disgust as he saw dried semen stains from their last night's encounter. Blood stains also marred her innocence, evidence of Vernon's brutal deflowering of Hermione last night.
"No way am I going to lick my own filth," he thought coldly, his mind already planning his next move. Originally intending to wake Hermione gently using his mouth on her most intimate area, he now knew he had to take a more direct approach.
Positioning himself between her legs, Vernon began rubbing his cock against her clit. Despite being asleep, Hermione responded with soft moans that only fueled his lust further. Surprised by how wet she was despite being unconscious, Vernon couldn't contain himself any longer.
With a savage hunger in his eyes, he positioned himself to thrust his penis inside her in one swift motion.
Hermione let out a scream as pain shot through her, but before she could register anything more than shock and agony, Vernon's hand clamped firmly over her mouth and his lips crashed down on hers. The combination of his body weight pinning her to the bed and the intrusion of his cock inside her made it impossible for her to breathe or scream.
As their tongues wrestled against each other, Hermione felt a strange mixture of fear, revulsion, and arousal. She could taste herself on Vernon's lips, and the knowledge that he had violated her while she was helpless only served to intensify her confusion and shame.
Despite the pain, the sensation of being filled by his cock was strangely intoxicating. She tried to struggle against him, but his weight and the tightness of his grip on her made it impossible. Her body betrayed her, responding to the intrusion with a need that seemed to override all other feelings.
As Vernon began to thrust deeper inside her, Hermione started getting back the last night's memories. How her virginity was cunningly taken from her by Vernon. She felt violated but at the same time, she couldn't deny the sensation that washed over her. It was so good to be filled by him, to feel his skin against hers.
Her body responded to his movements, arching into him as he pounded deeper. Her breath hitched, and she felt herself growing wetter with each thrust. The pain began to fade, replaced by a dull ache that seemed to echo in her core. She could taste herself on his lips, and it only served to heighten her arousal.
As she grew closer to orgasm, Hermione felt a strange sense of detachment from the situation. She knew what was happening was wrong, but her body had taken over, overpowering her mind. She closed her eyes and let herself be consumed by the pleasure, surrendering to the intoxicating sensation of being claimed by Vernon.
Her moans filled the room, muffled only slightly by Vernon's hand as he continued to thrust deeper inside her. His hips slapped against her, driving his cock deeper with each stroke. She could feel the head of his erection brushing against something inside her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
As the pleasure built to a crescendo, Hermione arched her back, her fingernails digging into Vernon's shoulders. Her hips bucked wildly, urging him on as he thrust harder and faster, his breath hot against her neck. Finally, with a shuddering cry, she came, her body convulsing around him as waves of ecstasy washed over her.
Vernon felt her tightness give way, her muscles relaxing around his cock. He groaned in satisfaction, his hips stuttering as he reached his own release. As his cock twitched, he pulled out, spraying his semen across Hermione's face, breasts, and navel.
Vernon's semen covering her face and breasts like a grotesque badge of ownership. It was a mark of his power over her, a brutal reminder of her helplessness in this twisted game he played.
Vernon collapsed next to her, panting heavily as he revelled in his conquest. He felt a surge of primal satisfaction at marking her body with his seed, like a wolf marking its territory. The room seemed to pulse with the intensity of their twisted connection, suffocating Hermione with the weight of his dominance.
As she lay there, feeling violated and degraded, Hermione's mind raced with conflicting emotions. Fear mingled with anger and disgust, creating a turbulent storm within her soul. How had it come to this?
As Hermione lay on the bed, her mind reeling from the horrors of what had just transpired, she couldn't shake off the feeling of disgust that lingered on her skin. The warm trails of semen tracing down her face and breasts served as a cruel reminder that this nightmare was all too real.
Vernon, the man she was supposed to protect from dark wizards, had instead turned into a predator preying on her vulnerability. She had allowed him to take advantage of her not once, but twice now. The betrayal cut deep, leaving scars that ran far beyond the physical marks left by his vile actions.
With trembling hands, Hermione pushed herself up from the bed and made her way to the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the small space as she turned on the cold shower, hoping it would wash away more than just the filth clinging to her body.
As icy droplets cascaded down her skin, reality crashed over Hermione like a tidal wave. She was meant to be strong, fearless in the face of danger. But here she was, reduced to nothing more than Vernon's plaything – a pawn in his twisted game.
She couldn't fathom how someone like Vernon could have pulled off such a convincing performance. She had spent countless hours studying dementors and their effects, yet she had fallen for his deceit without question. Was it her own arrogance in believing that she was the brightest witch of her generation that had blinded her to the truth?
How could he have known so much about dementors? Had he somehow gained access to information that only wizards should know? The thought sent shivers down Hermione's spine as she realised the depth of deception that Vernon had woven around her.
What if Tonks or Ginny had been in her place? Would they too have been seduced by Vernon's lies and manipulations? Or was it truly Hermione's own hubris that had led her into this dangerous trap?
The water cascaded down Hermione's body, enveloping her in a warm embrace as she stood under the shower, lost in her thoughts. Little did she know that danger lurked just beyond the curtain.
Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her close. Hermione gasped in shock as she felt Vernon's familiar touch against her skin. "Vernon," she began, her voice trembling with unease.
"Don't worry, Hermione. I'll come completely clean once we have taken a bath," Vernon whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her neck as his hands were pressing her breasts.