Heyo! AzulaInferno is back! And oh man, do I have a story for you ladies and gentlemen. Today, you are about to witness the start of my first series. And this is the first chapter! Round of applause!...Ik Ik, i'm way too proud of it. So give it a read, and leave a review down below saying what you thought about it. Hope you like it!
Hermione sauntered out of Arithmancy, winking at the flustered boy that was staring at her. It wasn't his fault, for every boy in all of Hogwarts wanted a slice of Hermione's cake, baked with the sweetest succulents of maturity and age. During her first year, she had been a timid and hard working girl, always striving for the best grades, and had been a bushy haired young girl. Now, she was grown up and her behavior had changed much as well. She had gone through puberty, and now her body was like a goddess. Her boobs threatened to burst out of her chest, and many days she did not wear a bra, often letting her boobs slip out so that boys (and girls alike) could play with it during class, and have some fun during those boring boring lessons. Speaking of lessons, she now had to attend the most dreaded class of all, taught by the professor that everyone feared more than the Dark Lord. Professor Snape, and his horrid Potions.
She arrived just as the bell rang, but Snape was already in full lecture mode. His voice was a low drawl as he chastised her for her "tardiness."
"Even minutes before the bell, Ms. Granger, is tardiness in my classroom," he said, his eyes narrowing as he took in her outfit. "And such… attire is hardly appropriate."
Hermione rolled her eyes but said nothing. Instead, she swayed her hips just slightly as she made her way to her seat beside Ron. The effect was immediate—chairs scraped, and the room seemed to hold its collective breath. Ron, her best friend and occasional plaything, stared at her like a starving man presented with a feast.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Miss me?"
Ron's face turned crimson, but he managed a grin. "Always."
Hermione smirked and reached into her bag, pulling out a thick, veined dildo. Ron's eyes widened, and he choked on his own spit.
"Hermione," he hissed, glancing at Snape, who was now writing instructions on the board. "You can't be serious."
She raised an eyebrow, her hand sliding under the desk to pull up her skirt. Ron's breath hitched as he realized she wasn't wearing any panties.
"Do it," she whispered, her voice dripping with command.
Ron hesitated for only a moment before taking the dildo in hand. With a practiced ease, he slid it into her, the thick toy stretching her perfectly. Hermione bit her lip to stifle a moan, her legs trembling as Ron began to move it in and out, slowly at first, then with increasing speed.
The sound of Snape's cane slamming against his desk snapped her back to the present.
"Ms. Granger!" he barked, his voice like a whip crack. "Are you paying attention?"
Hermione straightened in her seat, her face the picture of innocence. "Yes, Professor."
Snape's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing, turning back to the board. Hermione shot Ron a sly smile, her hand moving to her lap to guide the dildo deeper. The room was silent except for the scratching of quills and the occasional bubbling of cauldrons, but Hermione's world was reduced to the sensation between her legs. The lesson continued, and Snape prowled the room, his black robes billowing behind him. Hermione's breath quickened as he neared her table, her heart pounding in her chest. She bent down to pick up a vial that had rolled off the table, her skirt riding up just enough to expose the dildo still buried inside her.
Snape froze.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still. His eyes widened as he took in the sight—Hermione's bare thighs, the dildo moving slightly as she shifted, the slickness that glistened between her legs. His jaw tightened, and he turned abruptly, retreating to his desk.
Hermione smirked to herself as she straightened, knowing she'd caught him off guard. She leaned over to Ron, her voice a low purr. "He saw."
Ron's eyes widened. "Hermione, are you out of your mind?"
She just shrugged, her attention already back on her potion, though her mind was far from the task at hand. The rest of the class passed in a blur, and soon the potions were lined up on Snape's desk for grading.
As the students began to file out, Snape's voice stopped Hermione in her tracks.
"Ms. Granger."
She turned, her heart skipping a beat. "Yes, Professor?"
"Stay behind."
The room emptied quickly, but Hermione didn't miss the way Ron shot her a concerned look before he left. She approached Snape's desk, her legs still trembling from earlier.
"Professor?" she asked, her voice innocent despite the situation.
Snape's eyes were dark as he stood, his gaze raking over her. "Do you think I'm blind, Ms. Granger?"
She tilted her head, feigning confusion. "I don't know what you mean, Professor."
In one swift motion, he lifted her skirt, his breath catching as he saw the dildo still inside her. Hermione gasped, but she didn't pull away. Snape's hand gripped her hair, pulling her close until their faces were inches apart.
"You're a naughty girl, aren't you?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Hermione's pulse raced, but she smiled. "Maybe."
Snape's eyes darkened further. "Then perhaps it's time you learned the consequences of your actions."
He pushed her to her knees under his desk, and Hermione's breath quickened as he unbuttoned his trousers. She knew what was coming next, but she still gasped when she saw the size of him—thick, veined, and impossibly long.
"Open your mouth," he commanded, and she obeyed without hesitation.
The first thrust was brutal, slamming into her throat and cutting off her air. Hermione's hands gripped his thighs as he fucked her face with a wild abandon, her throat struggling to accommodate him. She gagged, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she didn't pull away.
Snape's hand tightened in her hair as he growled, "Such a good little slut, aren't you?"
Hermione moaned around his cock, the vibration sending a shiver through him. He pulled back, giving her a moment to catch her breath, but it was short-lived.
"Get up," he ordered, and she scrambled to her feet, her legs trembling.
Snape's eyes were feverish as he pushed her over his desk, her skirt hiked up around her waist. He pulled the dildo out of her with a wet squelch, tossing it aside before positioning himself at her entrance.
"Are you ready, Ms. Granger?" he asked, his voice a low purr.
Hermione nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Professor."
With one brutal thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely. Hermione's nails dug into the wood of the desk as he began to move, each thrust pushing her further to the edge.
"You're mine now," Snape growled, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her.
Hermione moaned, her body trembling with the force of her impending orgasm. "Yes, Professor…"
The sound of the classroom door opening made them both freeze.
Lucius Malfoy stood in the doorway, his eyes widening as he took in the scene. "Severus… I see you've found yourself quite the distraction."
Snape's grip tightened on Hermione's hips. "Lucius. I wasn't expecting you."
Lucius stepped into the room, his gaze lingering on Hermione's trembling form. "Perhaps I've arrived at the perfect time."
Hermione's breath caught as she realized what was about to happen. Two men—two older, powerful men—and she was completely at their mercy.
Snape's voice was low, almost a growl. "Care to join us?"
Hermione's heart pounded as Lucius Malfoy stepped further into the room, his piercing gray eyes scanning her like a predator assessing its prey. His silvery-blonde hair gleamed in the dim light of the Potions classroom, and his tailored robes accentuated his lean, commanding frame. This is happening, she thought, a shiver of fear and excitement coursing through her.
Lucius's smooth, calculating voice broke the tense silence. "Severus, you've been holding out on me. I didn't know you had such… delicacies hidden away in your classroom."
Snape's grip on Hermione's hips tightened, his long fingers digging into her flesh as he smirked. "I thought you might appreciate her," he said, his tone laced with dark amusement. "She's been… particularly naughty today. I felt compelled to punish her."
Lucius's lips curled into a sly smile as he approached, his footsteps deliberate and measured. "Naughty, you say? Well, it would be a shame to let such misbehavior go unchecked." He stopped just behind Hermione, his presence looming over her. She could feel the heat radiating from him, a mix of danger and allure that made her pulse quicken.
Hermione's voice trembled. "Professor Malfoy, please—"
"Silence," Lucius interrupted, his voice sharp and commanding. "You've already proven yourself to be quite the little troublemaker. You don't get to speak unless spoken to."
Her cheeks flushed, but she couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her at his words. He's so… dominant, she thought, her body betraying her nerves.
Snape leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "You've brought this upon yourself, Miss Granger. Now you'll have to endure it." His breath was hot against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.
Lucius's hands came to rest on her shoulders, his fingers sinking into her flesh as he guided her down onto the desk. Hermione gasped as her bare chest pressed against the cold, hard surface, her breasts squishing beneath her weight.
"Such a lovely sight," Lucius murmured, his voice dripping with approval. "I must say, Severus, you have exceptional taste."
Snape's chuckle was low and dark. "I thought you'd appreciate her. She's been particularly… entertaining today."
Lucius's hands slid down her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine before coming to rest on her hips. "Let's see if we can't make her even more entertaining."
Hermione's breath hitched as she felt Snape's cock brushing against her entrance once more, his thick length nudging her open. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape her lips.
"Oh, no, my dear," Lucius said, his voice firm. "We want to hear you. Let's not be shy now."
Snape thrust into her with a single, sharp motion, burying himself to the hilt. Hermione cried out, her voice echoing off the stone walls of the classroom. Lucius's hands tightened on her hips as Snape began to move, each thrust driving her closer to the edge.
"Such a tight little thing," Snape growled, his pace quickening. "I'll never tire of this."
Lucius's lips curled into a smirk as he watched Severus claim Hermione for himself. "Perhaps it's my turn," he said, his voice smooth and calculating.
Snape pulled out with a wet, obscene sound, stepping aside to allow Lucius to take his place. Hermione's body trembled as Lucius positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips firmly.
"Are you ready, my dear?" Lucius asked, his tone deceptively gentle.
Hermione nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes, sir."
"Good girl," Lucius purred, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. He plunged into her with a single, forceful thrust, his cock stretching her in a way that left her gasping for air.
"Oh, god..." Hermione moaned, her fingers clawing at the desk as Lucius began to move. His pace was deliberate and steady, each thrust driving her closer to the edge of ecstasy.
Snape watched with a dark, pleased expression as Lucius claimed Hermione for himself. "She's quite the treat, isn't she?"
"Indeed," Lucius replied, his voice strained with effort. "She's even tighter than I expected."
Hermione's moans grew louder as Lucius continued to fuck her, his cock hitting depths that left her trembling. She could feel her orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening in her core.
Snape's fingers brushed against her, his touch light but deliberate. "Don't come yet, Miss Granger. We're not finished with you."
Hermione whimpered, the pressure in her body almost unbearable. Lucius's thrusts became more intense, his pace quickening as he chased his own release.
"Such a good girl," Lucius murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Taking me so well."
Hermione's breath came in short, ragged gasps as Lucius fucked her, his cock driving into her with relentless force. She could feel her orgasm approaching, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.
Snape's voice cut through the haze of pleasure. "Not yet, Miss Granger."
Hermione's nails dug into the desk as she fought to hold back, her body trembling with the effort. Lucius's thrusts became rougher, more erratic, his own release drawing near.
"Such a perfect little slut," Lucius growled, his voice filled with dark desire. "I'm going to fill you up, my dear."
Hermione's moans turned to cries of pleasure as Lucius's cock throbbed inside her, his release flooding her in hot, sticky waves. Her body convulsed as she came, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.
Lucius pulled out with a satisfied groan, his cock glistening with her juices. "Magnificent," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration.
Snape stepped forward, his own arousal evident as he ran a finger down Hermione's spine. "Now, it's my turn."
Hermione's body trembled as Snape positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her entrance. She braced herself, knowing that this was far from over.
Snape thrust into her with a single, forceful motion, his cock stretching her as he began to move. Hermione's moans filled the air as Snape fucked her, his pace relentless and unyielding.
"Such a naughty little witch," Snape growled, his voice low and dark. "You'll take everything I give you."
Hermione's body shook with pleasure as Snape continued to fuck her, his cock driving her closer to another orgasm. She could feel the pressure building, her body on the brink of release.
"Please," she begged, her voice trembling with desperation.
Snape's lips curled into a smirk. "Begging already? How pathetic."
Hermione's nails dug into the desk as Snape's pace quickened, his cock driving into her with relentless force. She could feel her orgasm approaching, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.
"Severus," Lucius said, his voice filled with dark amusement. "Let the poor girl come. She's earned it."
Snape's thrusts became rougher, more erratic, his own release drawing near. "Very well," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Come for me, Miss Granger."
Hermione's body convulsed as her orgasm crashed over her, her cries of pleasure echoing off the walls of the classroom. Snape's cock throbbed inside her as he came, his release flooding her in hot, sticky waves.
Snape pulled out with a satisfied groan, his cock glistening with her juices. He stepped back, admiring the sight of Hermione sprawled across the desk, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Lucius stepped forward, his gaze lingering on Hermione's exposed form. "Quite the masterpiece, Severus," he said, his voice smooth and calculating.
Snape's lips curled into a smirk. "Indeed. She's quite the… satisfying distraction."
Hermione's body shuddered as she lay on the desk, her mind a haze of pleasure and exhaustion. She could feel their eyes on her, their gazes filled with dark desire.
"What do you say we continue this… arrangement?" Lucius asked, his voice filled with promise.
Snape's smirk widened. "I thought you'd never ask."
Hermione's breath hitched as she realized what was coming next. This is far from over, she thought, a shiver of anticipation coursing through her.
Now was that a good lemon or what!? I mean it was pretty damn hot, I must say. Haha. Now make sure to favorite and follow this story to show your support, and leave a review down below. Love ya'll! See ya next time!