Hello, all my dear readers! After all this years of inactivity, I've been somehow able to give so many updates back to back, that I decided to just keep going! This story is inspired by one of you, who left a review wanting to see how Hagrid and Dumbledore would use our little Hermione up, and so I decided that it would be the perfect chapter after all the fun that we had with Ginny! So as always, please leave a review, let me know how the chapter was and happy readings!
The air in Hagrid's hut was thick with the scent of burning logs and something else—something primal, unspoken, and electric. She had barely managed to recover after Ginny had left her practically soaked in cum yesterday after their little...escape into the Room of Requirement, and all she'd been able to do afterwards was keep fantasizing about how Ginny's eyes seemed to pierce into her soul while wearing that red latex, almost taking her over.
It was an intoxicating feeling that she had been reveling in, until Hagrid had invited her back into his hut, a small letter in her dorm that referenced their escapade in the hut only a few nights ago, and her face was burning red as she thought of everything that had happened right in front of the burly man. So, sneaking out of the common room, Hermione had headed right over.
And now she sat on the edge of his oversized wooden table, her legs crossed, her cheeks flushed as Hagrid leaned in close, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.
"Yeh should've seen 'em, Hermione," Hagrid said, his bearded face inches from hers, his breath warm and smoky. "Harry an' Ron, takin' turns wiv' yeh like yeh were theirs to share. Yeh looked like a right proper little slut, yeh did."
Her heart hammered in her chest, her lips parting slightly as she stared up at him. Was he really saying this? Was he really telling her how Harry and Ron had… Her thoughts were cut short as Hagrid's massive hand reached out, cupping her chin and tilting her face up to meet his gaze.
"Don't act all shocked now," he chuckled, his voice thick with amusement. "Yeh showed 'em what yeh were made of, didn't yeh? Yeh showed 'em how much yeh could take."
Hermione's breath hitched, her mind racing. She had always been the brains of the group, the one who kept everyone in line, but this—this was something else entirely. This was raw, unfiltered desire, and it was awakening something deep inside her, something she had tried to bury beneath books and logic.
"I… I didn't mean to," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "It just… happened."
Hagrid's laughter filled the room, deep and resonant. "Oh, it happened alright. An' now, Hermione, I reckon it's time for yeh to see what real men can do."
Before she could respond, the door to the hut creaked open, and there stood Albus Dumbledore, his long silver beard flowing, his piercing blue eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her knees weak. He stepped inside, the door closing behind him with a soft click, and the air in the room seemed to shift, becoming heavier, more charged.
"Albus," Hagrid greeted, his voice filled with a strange mix of respect and mischief. "I was just tellin' Hermione 'ere 'bout our little… escapade the other night."
Dumbledore's eyes never left Hermione's as he approached, his steps slow and deliberate. "Is that so?" he said, his voice smooth and velvety, sending a fresh wave of heat through her body. "And what did she think of our little… adventure, Rubeus?"
Hagrid grinned, his hand still holding Hermione's chin. "She's curious, Albus. Very curious."
Dumbledore's lips curled into a knowing smile as he came to stand beside Hagrid, towering over Hermione. "Curiosity is a powerful thing, isn't it, Miss Granger?" he said, his voice soft but filled with an unspoken promise. "It can lead us to places we never imagined, to experiences that… transform us."
Hermione's mouth went dry, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked up at the two men, their presence overwhelming, consuming. She could feel the heat radiating off their bodies, the tension in the air thick and palpable.
"I… I don't know what you mean," she whispered, though her body betrayed her, her nipples hardening beneath her robes, her core aching with a need she could no longer deny.
Dumbledore's hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her. "Oh, I think you do," he murmured, his voice low and hypnotic. "I think you know exactly what we mean."
Hagrid's hand moved from her chin, sliding down to her shoulder, his fingers brushing against the fabric of her robes. "Yeh've always been a clever one, Hermione," he said, his voice a growl. "But tonight, we're gonna teach yeh somethin' no book ever could."
Her breath caught in her throat as Dumbledore's hand joined Hagrid's, their fingers working together to loosen the ties of her robes. She should have stopped them, should have pushed them away, but she couldn't. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with anticipation.
"You're going to be a good girl for us, aren't you, Hermione?" Dumbledore whispered, his hands moving to her shoulders, sliding her robes down until they pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her lace panties.
Hermione's cheeks burned, her eyes wide as she stared up at them, her body trembling with a mix of fear and desire. "I… I…" she stammered, her words caught in her throat.
Hagrid's hand came up, gently cupping her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple, teasing it to a hard peak. "Yeh don't need to say anythin', Hermione," he said, his voice a low growl. "Yeh just need to let us take care of yeh."
Dumbledore's hands joined Hagrid's, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, sliding down to the edge of her panties. "You're going to be our good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with a dark promise. "And we're going to show you exactly what that means."
Before she could respond, Hagrid's hand hooked into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down and leaving her completely exposed. Hermione's breath hitched, her body trembling as they stepped closer, their massive forms towering over her, their eyes filled with an insatiable hunger.
"You're going to take us both, Hermione," Dumbledore said, his voice a low, commanding growl. "Every. Last. Inch."
Hermione's mind was a whirlwind of emotions, her body caught between fear and an overwhelming need. She nodded, her voice a mere whisper. "Yes…"
Hagrid's hands moved to her hips, lifting her off the table and onto the floor, where a plush rug lay. "That's a good girl," he growled, his voice filled with approval. "Now, let's see how much yeh can take."
Dumbledore's hands joined Hagrid's, their fingers spreading her legs wide, exposing her completely. "She's so tight," Dumbledore murmured, his fingers brushing against her slick folds. "But we'll stretch her out, won't we, Rubeus?"
Hagrid grinned, his massive hand moving to his belt, unfastening it with a quick motion. "Oh, we'll stretch her alright," he said, his voice a deep rumble. "We'll ruin her."
Hermione's breath caught in her throat as Hagrid's massive cock sprang free, thick and throbbing, the tip glistening with precum. Her eyes widened, her body trembling as she realized what was about to happen.
"Please," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation.
Dumbledore's hand moved to her cheek, his fingers gently brushing against her skin. "Shh, Hermione," he murmured, his voice soothing. "We'll take care of you. Just relax and let us in."
Hagrid's hands moved to her hips, positioning her as Dumbledore's cock pressed against her entrance. Hermione's breath hitched, her body tensing as Dumbledore's thick tip pushed into her, stretching her wide.
"That's it," Dumbledore murmured, his voice a low growl. "Take me, Hermione."
She cried out as he pushed deeper, her body arching against his, her nails digging into his shoulders. Hagrid's hands moved to her hips, positioning himself at her other entrance, his massive tip pressing against her tight back hole.
"Ready, Hermione?" Hagrid growled, his voice filled with excitement.
She nodded, her voice a trembling whisper. "Yes…"
With a quick thrust, Hagrid pushed into her, his massive cock stretching her even wider. Hermione screamed, her body arching against them, her mind overwhelmed with pleasure and pain.
Hermione's breath hitched as Hagrid's thick, girthy cock stretched her back hole, the pain quickly melting into a deep, searing pleasure. Dumbledore's thrusts were slow and deliberate, his older, experienced cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy with a rhythm that made her toes curl. Her body was completely sandwiched between the two men, their raw power and dominance overwhelming her senses.
"Oh, Merlin…" Hermione moaned, her voice trembling as Hagrid began to move inside her, his massive hands gripping her hips tightly. His thrusts were powerful and primal, each one driving her body forward and forcing Dumbledore's cock even deeper into her.
"You're taking us so well, Hermione," Dumbledore murmured, his velvety voice sending shivers down her spine. His hands roamed her body, tracing the curve of her waist before gripping her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. "You're such a good girl for us."
Hermione's head fell back against Hagrid's broad chest, her body trembling as she was filled completely by both men. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced—the stretch of Hagrid's cock in her ass, the fullness of Dumbledore's in her pussy, the way their thrusts pushed her body to its absolute limit. She felt like she was being split in two, and yet, it was the most intense pleasure she had ever known.
"Fuck… you're so tight," Hagrid growled, his deep, rumbling voice vibrating against her back. "I can feel him inside you, pressing against me, Hermione. You're so fucking perfect."
Hermione whimpered, her nails digging into Dumbledore's shoulders as he continued to thrust into her. His eyes locked with hers, and she could see the hunger in his gaze, the way he was completely devouring her. It was as if he could see every secret thought, every dark desire she had ever buried deep inside herself.
"Let go, Hermione," Dumbledore commanded, his voice low and hypnotic. "Let us take you. Let us make you ours."
Her walls clenched around him, her body responding to his words in a way she couldn't control. She was so close, the pressure building inside her with every thrust, every inch of their cocks filling her completely. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as she teetered on the edge of an explosive orgasm.
"Please," she gasped, her voice breaking. "I'm so close… I need… I need more."
Hagrid chuckled, the sound dark and possessive. "You want more, do you? You want us to fuck you harder, Hermione? To use you like the filthy little slut you are?"
Hermione's cheeks burned, but she nodded, her body betraying her as she pressed back against him, taking him even deeper. "Yes," she whispered, her voice shaky. "Harder… please…"
With a growl, Hagrid gripped her hips tighter and began to pound into her with brutal force, his massive cock stretching her asshole wide. Dumbledore matched his pace, his thrusts driving into her pussy with equal intensity. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, mingling with Hermione's cries of pleasure.
"Oh my god!" she screamed, her body shaking as the dual sensations overwhelmed her. Hagrid's cock rubbed against her most sensitive spot from behind, while Dumbledore's hit her G-spot with relentless precision. The combination was too much, and Hermione felt herself hurtling toward the edge, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.
Her pussy clenched around Dumbledore's cock as she came, her walls milking him with every spasm. Hagrid groaned, his thrusts faltering as he felt her ass tighten around him. "Fuck, Hermione… you're going to make me come," he growled.
"Don't hold back," Dumbledore urged, his own voice thick with need. "Fill her up, Hagrid. Let her feel our seed inside her… let her know she belongs to us."
Hagrid's thrusts became erratic, his cock twitching inside her as he approached his own release. With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and spilled his thick load into her ass, his cum flooding her tight hole. The warmth of his release sent Hermione into another wave of ecstasy, her body trembling as she came again.
Dumbledore wasn't far behind. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside her pussy and released his own seed, his cum mixing with Hagrid's as they both filled her completely. Hermione's moans turned into broken whimpers as she felt their cum coating her insides, the sheer volume of it overwhelming her.
"That's it, Hermione," Dumbledore murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Take it all. Take every drop."
Her body was still trembling as Hagrid and Dumbledore continued to thrust lazily, their cocks still hard inside her as they savored the aftershocks of their release. Hermione's mind was hazy, her body completely spent, and yet, she couldn't help but crave more.
"Please," she begged, her voice barely audible. "Don't stop… I need more…"
Hagrid chuckled, his hands roaming her body possessively. "Such a greedy little thing, aren't you? You want us to keep going, Hermione? To fill you up again?"
"Yes," she whispered, her voice filled with desperation. "Please… I need you… I need it again…"
Dumbledore's lips curved into a knowing smile as he leaned in, his breath warm against her neck. "Then we'll give you more, Hermione. We'll give you everything you need… until you're completely ours."
Hermione's chest heaved, her body still trembling from the intensity of being filled by both Hagrid and Dumbledore. Her mind was a whirlwind of lust and submission, every fiber of her being craving more, needing more. She looked up at them, her eyes pleading, her lips parted as she struggled to find the words. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling with desperation. "I need it again… I need you to use me, please, use me until I can't take it anymore..."
Hagrid's deep, rumbling laugh sent shivers down her spine. "Such a greedy little witch," he growled, his massive hand gripping her jaw, tilting her head back. "You want more, do you? Want us to fill you up 'til you can't think straight?"
Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes locked onto hers, his expression calm but filled with a predatory hunger that made her stomach twist with anticipation. "Oh, Hermione," he said, his voice smooth and velvety, yet laced with a dark promise. "We'll give you more than you can handle. But you'll have to beg for it, won't you?"
Hermione's breath hitched, her body already responding to their dominance. She felt utterly vulnerable, yet completely liberated. "Please," she whimpered, her voice breaking. "Please, use me like a little doll. Fuck me again. I need it… I need to feel you both inside me."
Hagrid's free hand slid down her body, his rough fingers teasing her sensitive skin, making her gasp. "Such a dirty little thing," he muttered, his voice low and filled with lust. "You're addicted to it, aren't you? Want us to ruin you, make you nothing but our little fuck toy?"
"Yes," Hermione moaned, her hips bucking involuntarily. "Please… I'm yours… Do whatever you want to me, just fill me all up."
Dumbledore's hand joined Hagrid's, his touch contrasting sharply with the half-giant's rough caress. His fingers were warm and deliberate, tracing the curve of her body, teasing her until she was writhing beneath them. "Such a perfect little witch," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "So eager to please. We'll give you exactly what you're begging for."
Before Hermione could respond, Hagrid's grip tightened on her jaw, forcing her mouth open. "Open wide, little witch," he growled, his cock already hard and throbbing as he positioned himself at her lips. "You're gonna take every inch of me, aren't you?"
Hermione's eyes widened, but she didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth wider, her tongue flicking out to taste the tip of his cock. "Good girl," Hagrid grunted, his hips thrusting forward, forcing himself deep into her throat.
Hermione gagged, her throat constricting around his thick cock, but she didn't pull away. She couldn't. She needed this, needed to feel him using her, dominating her completely. Her hands gripped his thighs, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to steady herself.
Dumbledore's hands moved to her hips, his touch both soothing and commanding. "Such a perfect little slut," he murmured, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down her spine. "You're going to take us both again, aren't you? Let us fill you until you're overflowing?"
Hermione moaned around Hagrid's cock, her body trembling with anticipation. She wanted it, wanted to feel them both inside her, stretching her, filling her completely. Her eyes fluttered shut as Dumbledore positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her slick entrance.
"Ready, Hermione?" Dumbledore asked, his voice calm but filled with an unspoken promise of pleasure and pain.
She nodded frantically, her muffled moans encouraging them to continue. With one thrust, Dumbledore buried himself inside her, his cock stretching her to the limit. Hermione screamed around Hagrid's cock, her body convulsing with pleasure and pain as she was filled completely.
Hagrid's hips began to move, his cock thrusting deep into her throat, making her gag and choke. "That's it," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "Take it all, little witch. Show us what a good little slut you are."
Dumbledore's hips joined the rhythm, his cock driving into her with a slow, deliberate pace that was both torturous and exhilarating. Hermione's body was caught between them, her mind overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled in both holes, her throat stretched around Hagrid's cock while Dumbledore's filled her completely.
Her moans were muffled, her body writhing as they fucked her relentlessly, their cocks driving her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel herself unraveling, her control slipping away as they took complete control of her body.
"Such a good girl," Dumbledore murmured, his voice a soft purr that contrasted sharply with the intensity of his thrusts. "You're taking us so well, Hermione. Such a perfect little slut."
Hagrid's grip tightened on her jaw, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his climax. "Gonna fill that pretty little throat," he grunted, his voice rough with lust. "Gonna make you choke on it, little witch."
Hermione's eyes rolled back, her body convulsing as they both drove her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tightening around Dumbledore's cock as Hagrid's thrusts grew more desperate.
With a final thrust, Hagrid buried himself deep in her throat, his cock pulsing as he released thick ropes of cum down her throat. Hermione gagged, choking as she struggled to swallow it all, her throat constricting around him as he filled her completely.
Dumbledore's thrusts grew more frantic, his cock driving into her with a ferocity that left her breathless. "That's it, Hermione," he murmured, his voice a low purr as he neared his climax. "Take it all, my perfect little bitch, this is exactly how a good student should reward her teachers."
With a final thrust, Dumbledore buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum. Hermione screamed around Hagrid's cock, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm, her mind completely overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her.
They both pulled out, leaving her gasping for air, her body trembling with pleasure and exhaustion. Hermione collapsed onto the bed, her mind a haze of pleasure and submission, her body completely spent.
Hagrid chuckled, his massive hand stroking her hair as he looked down at her with a mixture of pride and lust. "Such a good little witch," he muttered, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You took us both so well."
Dumbledore's hand joined Hagrid's, his touch soothing yet possessive. "You're ours now, Hermione," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "Completely and utterly ours."
Hermione's eyes fluttered shut, her body still trembling as she basked in the aftermath of their dominance. She was theirs, completely and utterly theirs, and she wouldn't have it any other way. But even as she lay there, spent and exhausted, she knew this wasn't the end. She could feel the hunger in their eyes, the unspoken promise of more to come.
Hagrid's deep laugh filled the room, his hand gripping her jaw once more. "Such a sweet little thing, I'm still itching to use you up so much more" he growled, his cock already hard and throbbing as he positioned himself at her lips. "You're not done yet, are you, little witch?"
Dumbledore's hands moved to her hips, his touch both soothing and commanding. "We have to give you more, Hermione," he murmured, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down her spine. "After all, since you begged for it like such a good little witch, we'll make sure you can't move until tomorrow now"
Hermione's breath hitched as Dumbledore's hands slid down her trembling thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with a possessive grip. She was spread wide, her body still quivering from the relentless pounding it had endured, yet she could feel the hunger in their eyes—the insatiable need for more. His silver beard brushed against her hip as he leaned in, his voice a low, velvety purr. "And you have been such a good girl for us, haven't you?"
She whimpered, her voice trembling as her lips parted. "Yes, Sir…...Always Sir..."
Hagrid's deep, rumbling laugh echoed through the room as he towered over her, his massive frame casting a shadow that seemed to envelop her entirely. His rough hands moved to her pussy, spreading her open with a primal possessiveness that made her shiver. "Then you're definitely not done yet, little witch," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "We're gonna make sure you scream."
Before she could respond, Dumbledore's hand came down hard on her ass, the sharp slap echoing through the room. Hermione cried out, her body arching as the stinging pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins. "You've been begging for more abuse, haven't you?" he murmured, his voice calm yet laced with a dark intensity. "Tell me Ms. Granger, you want us to just completely break you, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir!" she gasped, her voice trembling with desperation.
Another slap landed, harder this time, and Hermione's body jolted, her fingers clawing at the sheets beneath her. Dumbledore's hand moved in a steady rhythm, spanking her over and over again, each slap sending waves of pleasure-pain coursing through her body. Her ass burned, the heat spreading through her core, and she could feel herself clenching around nothing, needing to be filled.
Hagrid's fingers pushed into her pussy, his massive digits stretching her wide as he began to fist her. Hermione's back arched, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as the overwhelming sensation tore through her. "You're so tight, little witch," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "And you're gonna be a good little bitch and take my entire fist right up your cunt, aren't you?"
"Yes!" she cried out, her voice breaking as his fingers curled inside her, hitting that sweet spot that made her vision blur. Her hips bucked against his hand, desperate for more, for everything, and she could feel the coil of pleasure tightening in her core, threatening to snap.
Dumbledore's hand came down hard again, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. "You're a filthy mudblood craving cum," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Say it, Hermione."
"I'm a filthy mudblood craving cum! I'm a filthy mudblood craving cum!" she gasped, her voice trembling with desperation as Hagrid's fingers drove deeper, stretching her, owning her. "Please, please don't stop!"
Hagrid's laugh was deep and guttural, his breath hot against her skin as he leaned in, his free hand gripping her jaw and forcing her to look up at him. "You're gonna cum for us, little witch," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You're gonna scream our names."
Hermione's body trembled, her mind unraveling as the pleasure consumed her. She could feel herself teetering on the edge, the coil in her core tightening with each thrust of Hagrid's fingers, each spank from Dumbledore's hand. Her nails dug into the sheets, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to hold on, but it was too much, too much—
"Cum for us, Hermione," Dumbledore commanded, his voice calm yet filled with a dark intensity that sent shivers down her spine. Another slap landed, harder than before, and the coil snapped, sending her spiraling over the edge.
Her back arched, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as the orgasm tore through her, her body convulsing as pleasure consumed her entirely. She could feel herself clenching around Hagrid's fingers, her entire body trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. Her vision blurred, her mind going blank as she screamed their names, her voice breaking under the intensity of it all.
Hagrid's fingers slowed, his touch gentler now as he worked her through the aftershocks, his deep laugh rumbling through her. "That's it, little witch," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're such a good girl for us."
Dumbledore's hand rested on her ass, his touch soothing now as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "You've been so perfect for us, Hermione," he murmured, his voice a low purr. "And we're going to make sure to keep an eye on you from now on, every single step that you're taking, every single student that we see you being a stupid slut for..."
He smirked a little, before whispering the last detail - "Especially since I'm surprised you were so content to being used up, only a night after Ms. Weasley had basically gaped each of your holes, my little witch"
Hermione could barely restrain her shock and Dumbledore seemed to revel in that expression, putting on his robe again and assuming the look of the distinguished older gentlemen who seemed to be such a benevolent kind force - hardly representing the same man who had just left her lying there, covered in their cum. Hagrid continued to watch them both, glancing as Dumbledore headed towards the door, while he still stood there with his cock and his fingers still dripping with cum onto the floor.
"Till we see each other again Ms. Granger, and for both of our sakes, I do hope that's sooner than we expect"
Clearly Dumbledore had more than enough fun with our dear Ms. Granger, didn't he? I don't know about you guys but I loved writing this fanfic just because of the clear power dynamics and how fun the potential for this story was - so hopefully you were all able to enjoy as much as I did too! And if you want more like this, please leave me a review, let me know of other character pairings that you'd love to see! Till then, Azula signing off~