The Chamber of Secrets was more than it appeared to be. No Slytherin would be so straight forward to have everything in some main chamber. They were sneaky and cunning or at least they used to be. Even down a secret passage and past a locked door the immediate chamber was not the real secret. There were a number of secret passages and chambers off the main one and it was a true trove of useful things.
They had learned from Lady Silver that Salazar Slytherin was nothing like history had portrayed him. Even the purebloods of that era would have been disgusted with their modern descendents actions. The basilisk and Kiki had in fact culled a number of the Acromantulas in the forest among other things. In addition, they had gathered ingredients to perform the old styles of magic.
"Are you sure this is everything?" Dora asked Hermione as they went over the ingredients. "I mean I may not be an expert at these things, but I always thought that these things were just superstition for the most part."
"Ritual magic is ancient in origin," Hermione said with the slightest twinge remaining from her previous night's punishment. "As all magic, it is derived from intent and will. The methods are difficult to understand at first, but there is a reason that the components are, while not necessary, a part of the sacrifice. Symbolism is important as well. In the end, blood is telling and in a way more so than the purebloods believe. There is a reason it is called the river of life..."
"I suppose you would know more of that than I would," Dora said as she looked over where she would be. "Mother was rather insistent on what little I learned of tradition."
"This is one of the oldest traditions after all," Hermione said, as she looked over the circle that Dora would be inside. "There were reasons why these things are powerful. Wands allow for quick magic, but the traditional methods allow for more powerful and profound magics. Most wand magic is easily dealt with if one knows how. The investment beforehand allows for more permanence to be created. You will of course have to be nude during this and you will likely be drenched in blood. For this, you will have to strike at least one of the Acromantulas. This does have some similarity to some of the older Celtic and Druidic traditions. Sacrificial magic cannot be done solely for another without consequence. Other methods require a shifting of costs. Decorating your body with permanent runes is an option, but not one that is practical at your apparent age. It would create complications and they are not so easily concealed."
"I see what you mean," Dora said as she stripped down and looked over the preparatory potions. "I don't think I would like to have my skin covered with runes just yet. It might be different in a few years as long as I can pass most of them off as muggle tattoos. I think when it would work as a way to rebel against mother dearest at the appropriate time. It would need more research anyways, right?"
"Right," Hermione agreed as she licked her lips in appreciation of Dora even in her base form. "I suppose you could try morphing a few on to see how they look. Still that is something for a different day, for now we will have to do some preparation. The ritual that we performed was the basis for the subsequent ones; unfortunately, that is not possible with you. It seems from what Harry has discovered in the records is that the Black Family was founded by a necromancer as was the line of Slytherin. This rendered the ritual that enabled us to learn the art full to either be born with the ability or not. It does allow the lesser abilities to be learned and the familial gift of black necromantic fire. Still this came at a cost; however, this ritual is one that does not require that base. It is eased by it, and will allow some flexibility in the future."
While she had been talking, Hermione had been leering and licking her lips not just in appreciation but anticipation as well. Dora's base from was already something that would stiffen the boys and make the girls drip. She had perky breasts that were nice and supple with enough muscle and tone mixed with the curves to make Hermione almost postpone the ritual to ravish the girl. The recovering Hermione was already feeling the warmth from staring at Dora. She could just imagine how the girl would look in some of the outfits that she had seen in that magazine. Hermione was aware that Dora would look positively edible in a short skirt with boots with a tummy showing corset and most definitely a collar showing her status on her lick and nibble able neck. Now throw a leather jacket that could double for a blanket to ravish her on whichever surface was available would be an added bonus. Now with something to emphasize her already long and delightfully caress able, kissable, and arousing legs such as stockings or something more appealing than mere pantyhose, Dora would be lucky not to cause spontaneous orgasms from her mere appearance.
'Yes, that would be delicious,' Hermione thought as she let Dora drift over to the rancid smelling potions. 'Dora already is going to be a looker for the rest of her life and this will only make it more difficult not to ravish her. I suppose I should feel some resentment that the master got to ravish her while I hung while in need last night, but his using me this morning helped ease some of my worries. He could continue if he lost us and while he would be diminished for a time that pales at how broken we would be if he was lost to us.'
Hermione was well aware of that simple truth. Harry was not someone that you could remain neutral to if you interacted with him. His antisocial persona was in part to combat that affect. He would either be loved or hated to the extreme. She could already see that the girls were looking at him longingly while the boys looked at him in envy and it would get worse as he matured. The girls would become jealous once they realized how close they were to him while the boys would look longingly at them as Harry would in spite of intentions end up parading them around the school and then society when they graduated.
Dora was already being groomed for that and her appearance when not covering up would have required physical threats to curb people from being overcome with her appearance. It was likely that this ritual would mean that Dora would have to morph to a less appealing form in public as it improved things. In private, Hermione was sure that Dora would have little worry of Harry not being willing and eager to sample her willingly offered body. Her lover would likely spend hours cataloging the changes and savoring them as well. Now thanks to her actions, Hermione would likely not be able to watch Dora's lover being claimed until the woman had no desire to ever give Harry a reason not to see her.
Still, Hermione found it cute and adorable how Dora's nose twitched at the pungent aroma from the potions. The body shudder was also making the girl's body bounce in ways that made Hermione clamp her thighs tight to prevent herself from pouncing on the nude and eye-catching form of her friend, companion, and often time's intimate bedmate. The only thing that would make Dora more ravishing would be if her body developed and curved in a manner similar to Bella Black had before her family threw her to the degenerates. Hermione had seen a picture of her along with the other ladies that had been contemporaries of Harry's red haired seductive goddess of a mother. It was no wonder that Harry's father had been obsessed with the girl that could drive eunuchs to regrow their balls.
"Well that is good to know," Dora said as she looked at the more disgusting than normal potions having not noticed that Hermione was contemplating ravishing her right there. "So I have to drink the potion, stand here, and sacrifice an Acromantula that is trying to kill me. Are you sure I don't need runes or something drawn on me?"
'That could be interesting,' Hermione thought before trying to not imagine decorating Dora along with how pleasurable it could be. 'Still from the research rituals do not require such things...'
Dora looked at Hermione as she watched the girl mull over her question. She agreed with Harry that brainy girls were sexy and Hermione was as good an example as Penny was in that regard. If she had Master Harry dress Hermione just right, she knew that her master's second would be able to make the boys incoherent. She could sympathize with the former lonely girl in having had a lack of self-esteem before Harry had come storming into her life. It was a way that they were both similar as well as Harry had dragged her out of her own funk despite the friends that she had.
Besides, it was not as if their interactions were unpleasant and were both mentally and physically stimulating. Hermione could hold her own in a battle of wits and words with a healthy debate still having enough passion in it to stimulate those around her. She wondered how the girl hadn't been sought after she gave a truly passionate speech, as it seemed almost inconceivable to overlook her when she was like that. She looked almost as if she had just been passionately wound up with her hair loose and flowing wildly like that with her lips puffed up as if they had been kissed long and eagerly. As good as her friend looked like doing that, Dora knew that her face was more beautiful when she was in the throes of heaven. She had spent plenty of time between her legs gazing at her face during those times to be sure of that.
Now if she could only convince herself that the high point of her life would be to spend her life nude save a collar in his chambers for the rest of her life only leaving when parading her to the world and having been taken until her body could take no more as often as she could, then the girl move on with things. Yes, he had freed her but it had unleashed the built up needs to a near obsessive level. She doubted she would rest well if he hadn't spent some time inside her body on any given day. Dora supposed that she was sex obsessed bordering on being a nymphomaniac at time, but most of the time she felt as if she was trying to make up for lost time that her friends had spent having fun. Still, her dream was her dream and she knew that having that to come home to would make anything bearable.
"Well, they would not be necessary, but it might make things easier," Hermione said as she thought it over and realized that it would be fun to do. "They wouldn't be permanent though... still it would constrain any of the more obvious signs. It would likely feel more intense... I suppose that you might enjoy that since I know it can be quite thrilling. As it is, this ritual will enhance your physical attributes such as agility, strength, speed, and stamina. There may be other abilities that manifest, but those are the ones I am sure of at this time."
"It does sound like a sweet deal, but that makes me wonder why others don't use such magics anymore or at least talk about it," Dora said before Hermione handed her the noxious potion to down. "OK, the potions taste worse than any other I have had, but then again I thankfully have never needed skellegrow. It could have been worse. If the twins were just a bit more uncaring in their pranks, I probably would have made a good target. Now all that is left is the runes then before starting?"
"Yes, even though they are not necessary they will limit anything that would act like a contagion or make you visibly appear like a half breed," Hermione said as she took up the quill and potion to ink. "I suppose we could do permanent ones later but that would likely require blood added to the mix. Odd now that I think about it, but Voldemort's mark is so much like a bastardized poor imitation. I suppose he could have been inspired by such old magics. It was a shame that the Celtic method was weak against the same thing as the Fae were. Still, we can use the lessons of that to our advantage to safeguard this. The blood runes wouldn't have those problems but they would be permanent while these will fade to ash when this is done."
Dora nodded as Hermione continued to draw the sets of containment and direction runes. There were other ones that she had learned already that she added and not just because they looked good on their toy. It would likely affect Dora's animagus form in some manner or add a form at the least. There was a possibility that Dora would gain the ability to morph organs from the spiders as well. This was in part why normal magicals had fallen out of favor of such magics, as they were powerful but not necessarily predictable.
Dora tried not to get worked up as Hermione traced her still responsive skin with the quill. A part of her wondered if it would feel better if it were a brush teasing her skin. Hermione wasn't exactly thinking by this point going more on intuition in placing things. For some reason the shapes seemed to swim in her mind as she worked. Her hand was constantly moving tracing a complicated pattern of symbols, signs, and sigils on Dora's skin. Curved and enticing shapes seemed to mix near her more explicit areas. There was a web like weave cupping her breasts and sex while highlighting her ass. There were other concentrations that formed on her shoulders before tracing down to a complex weave on her elbows that led to a knot at her wrist and ending on a circular seal on her palm. This was mirrored on her thighs down to her feet although the shapes resembled web shaped stockings.
The end result, as Hermione stepped back and broke her trance to observe her handiwork, was that Hermione took a look and gasped at the elegant beauty that she saw. Oh, she knew that her lover and her master's plaything standing before her to be gorgeous, but this time she saw Dora with more of an eye to how she would eventually look. If it wouldn't cost her having Harry whip her and leave her begging to be taken, Hermione would have been tempted to just take Dora right there. The only thing better would have been Dora being suspended and chained to the floor while she drove her body wild with sensations.
"Now grab your blades and get ready to get drenched in blood and gore," Hermione said with an amused smirk. "Afterwards when you have recovered, we can see how long you can stay tight while having both of my fists shoved inside. As it is, prepare yourself!"
Dora was crouched with her knees spread allowing Hermione to get a view of how the art enhanced Dora's appeal. In the next moments a number of Acromantulas at least Dora's size were driven forward towards the circle. Lady Silver made sure that the spiders were corralled into the path of their destruction. Hermione looked on as Dora reveled in the slaughter as she hacked the spiders apart.
She looked glorious as she snarled and swatted at the spider that was out of her reach. Her first rage induced access of her familial gift left charred spider in its wake. The dismembered limbs littered within and without the circle. Her body was drenched in blood and yet the marks that Hermione had applied were still visible and had started to glow as the deaths mounted. Dora was high on bloodlust and it was a grand thing that she didn't have to remember what to chant for this type of ritual.
"Die, bleed, and scream," Dora cackled as she carved her way through the swarming spiders unknowingly looking as a spitting image of Bellatrix when she tore through her own master's enemies. "Come on and die!"
The large spiders started to drop in number. The floor near her was drenched in blood and bits as a testament to the potion induced frenzy. The bits quivered as some while mortally wounded were not quiet dead yet. Hermione had been freeform declaring her chants as Dora weaved and waved through the sea of bodies. Dora was so flushed with the endorphins that she didn't notice the pain flaring with her heart or the way the decorations pulsed as Hermione repeated her intent.
"Catch," Hermione sent as she chucked one of the smaller spiders to Dora before shouting out, "With blood flowing of the hunt let the gifts of the hunted be passed to the hunter!"
Both blades catch the small almost large tarantula sized spider in its abdomen as Dora gazes at it in a haze. Blood, venom, and silk spray from the small spider some of it runs down her arms from the blades while some of the spray lands in her mouth. Some had entered before as she had been drenched, but it is different this time. Already coated in sticky fluids as well as standing in a pool of it that was drawn into the circle, Dora was acting on instinct for most of this time.
With a roar, she jerks the ceremonial blades to the side causing the now plate sized spider to explode into mushy flesh. The circle suddenly flares and the blood that seemed to be a thin coating at its base bubbles and swirls showing exactly how much had really been spilt. Dora had lost track when the larger ones had been driven insane and then sliced apart. The pieces remaining outside the circle suddenly dissolved into a blood thick paste and seemed to be slurped into the circle.
A rising tube of blood mixed with flesh rose around Dora. The artwork painted on her body glowed, as it burned black such that it was easily seen through the thickening gel around her. Her body had become buoyed in the blood filled magically confined cylinder. Dora was floating as if in a pool but the fluid rose higher covering her chest and rapidly bubbling past her neck. With a sudden rush, Dora was submerged as it passed her chin and rose above her head. For a moment, her face felt the drops drip from above her head before it rushed and filled the bubble of air around her head.
Her mouth still open as she had been shouting her victory even through this all, Dora reflexively swallowed and the blood gel rushed into her body. She felt the blood as it coated and caressed her body. There was pain in the marks on her skin even as the blood soothed it. She felt the fluid around her. It supported and cared for her as she felt the aches from the brutal slaughter come into existence before fading. Her lungs didn't burn as she thought it should have and she was not drowning even if it was strangely soothing having her lungs supported with the viscous liquid inside.
'Speaking or thinking about liquid inside, it seems to be like being underwater without needing to breath,' Dora thought as her mind cleared from the rage and passion that had filled her. 'I know some of this got to my stomach and I feel like a fish I suppose. The liquid is filling my mouth and throat with some also seeming to flow into my nose. There is a slight bit of sting around my nose as well as my eyes and ears. It feels like it is mixing into the stuff there. Oh my, it seems unlike the pool that some is trying to work its way inside and not just down my throat or up my nose...'
Dora was suddenly feeling a strangely soothing form of violation happening. Her lungs were already full and she felt that her throat was starting to burn as she reflexively swallowed more of the blood suspension. There was a pressure building around and within her body. She could feel the fluid covering her and filling her insides begin to be joined as the thickening fluid seemed to worm its way inside. She could hear her heart through the goo and feel the vibrations in the water in her ears.
That was the least disturbing sensation. Dora felt the liquid around her become thick yet still liquid and it seemed to wish to claim her as she had been claimed before. For a moment, she wondered if this was some bizarre sex dream or if Hermione had come up with something else or even if she had gotten so sex obsessed to have even this dominated with sexual overtones. Dora felt a shudder go through her as the gel teased her lower entranced and entreated access even as the fluid in her mouth had gelled and slid down her throat.
Even as Dora felt some of the thick gel dribbling the more fluid blood into her digestive track from the top, she was aware of the slithering goo rising the other way as well as having parted her nether lips and starting to stretch her entrance open while slithering inside. Dora was quiet aware that this was a bit more filling than when Harry and Penny had impaled both her lower holes as her throat was also being filled.
'OK, I really need to talk to master about being such a sex addict,' Dora thought as her own excessive libido had altered the ritual. 'I know I was supposed to be drenched in blood and Hermione said that I may be in some sort of fluid cocoon for a few minutes, but it seems that something about me added something unexpected. Now I am getting a bizarre version of being airtight. I blame my subconscious for this, but at least this stuff is cushioning me and dulling some of the excessive pain even if it seems I want to be violated...'
Dora floated there as the gel slid inside her with the fluid working to keep her breathing. Her muscles were a dull ache as they were broken down and rebuilt. Her nerves were being altered to hander the rapid transfer required. Dora could feel her bones ache and feel a very unpleasant sensation as the marrow rearranged itself to be stronger but lighter with an increase in blood cell production. Her body was thankfully flooded with endorphins as it was being stimulated or the cocktail of hormones triggered would have likely been fatal.
Her lungs were burning even as the fluid soothed the irritation from causing her to convulse. For a moment, inhumanly elegant additions formed connected to her body before the runes flared and they dissolved back into the fluid. For a brief moment, Dora had four additional spider shaped arms as well as spinnerets formed on abnormal parts of her body. Her metamorphmagus ability had gained a second template for that image, but it was unlikely that she would take such a form. Inside there had been similar temporary alterations.
As she settled in her suspension with her head limp and her eyes rolled back in her head, Dora had felt the way some of the organs had stayed shifted. Her lungs were larger as well as more efficient while her digestive tract had compressed even if it was far more optimized for absorption than before. Her body remembered how to shift both the silk spawning organs and the venom sacks she had momentarily had. The muscles had become incredibly dense as the top of the suspension had become thinner as more had been absorbed into Dora.
Her base form had been enhanced with flexibility, strength, and agility being similar to the younger Acromantulas. Thankfully, her reproductive parts had not been obviously altered even as the fluid had stretched her flat stomach to bulge almost to the point of full pregnancy size. Her eggs had been altered so that the effects would be hereditary as well as making them far less degenerative as well as refreshed so they did not suffer the age issue. The sudden feeling that her biology had been altered to have a controlled cycle and that she would only ovulate when she wished barely crossed her mind as the muscles of her stomach began to tighten as the excessive fluid inside was forced out through body twitching orgasms.
Her base form seemed to have become more mature in appearance. Her hair seemed to have become a mix of dark purple and black that looked startling and grew to reach the small of her back. Her face had lost the hints of adolescent and seemed to have become sculpted just right a mix of elegance and sex appeal that would cause many a boy to have a hard time tearing away even if it was to see her prominent yet not disproportionately sexy mounds. Her lips had become full and seemed to puff as if they had been freshly kissed with a very dark crimson color. Hermione felt a sudden urge to dart through the mass and kiss her but it passed even if her breathing was ragged with arousal.
Hermione let her eyes drag away from the flawless face framed with the smoothest and silky hair where the eyes were trying to drown her in their depths to rake down past the cheeks she felt she could spend hours caressing and kissing along the neck that seemed to demand the same with some nibbling thrown in as well. She felt her eyes flow over the sculpted shoulders that led to the similarly muscled yet softly feminine arms before darting back to slowly and thoroughly appreciate the developed and drawing flesh that beckoned her to suckle, caress and worship even without the master driving into either of them.
"I think that Dora will be inspiring some tit worshippers if they ever see a hint of them," Hermione mumbled as she saw the eye entrancing orbs move with Dora's pleasure induced motions. "Her other female lover will likely try to suffocate them with attention. Still I don't think I would mind nursing on them anymore than I have already..."
Hermione trailed off as while the liquid did obscure somewhat that she had been seeing the flesh beneath quiet easily only with a pink hue to it. It was something to think over later as it seemed the liquid had been more like a translucent near transparent red silk veil over Dora from her perceptions. Oh, she couldn't see every hair on her body nor every dimple but it was nowhere near as concealing as it could be.
As Hermione gazed at her, Dora was not aware of all these changes, but she would never have the issues of trauma from childbirth or difficulty in regaining her figure. Her base form also lost all hair below her head save a decorative patch above her sex. Her legs would never need to be waxed or shaved nor would any other spot on her body. Any future children would have the same advantage in saving time. Her muscles also had gained a particular combination of proteins that prevented muscles from degrading. This meant that even if she was too drained to morph that her default form would forever be in good shape with firm muscles and that her curves would never sag.
Dora had drifted into a pleasant fog as the fluid had stimulated and sensitized her body. Slowly with each flare of the runes and contraction of her body, the thickness of the goo was reduced as it was drawn into her body to replenish the mass and the calories that had literally been incinerated through the change. The fluid became thinner and more transparent allowing Hermione to see what was happening to Dora in more detail.
"Well this is unexpected, but Dora does not seem to be suffering from it," Hermione said from where she had settled down to wait for this to finish. "I suppose it is not too unexpected to believe that Dora would dream of being taken in all her holes while her body was massaged and caressed everywhere. Lucky slut probably got her lover to stretch her cunt while master drilled her ass before claiming Dora's lover's ass. It does seem like what she would want. She does look like her base form is more idealized and the muscles look like they are strong while the skin and curves are soft enough to play with. I think that master will be pleased with these results..."
Hermione watched the now mostly visible and arousing sight before her. Dora was being taken in every hole and being stimulated thoroughly. She had never seen something like that, although Alice had gossiped about how Sarah had done similar things with being satisfied with multiple members sliding inside and outside her body. As it was, Dora looked as if she had matured which would also help alleviate some of her master's worries. He really wished to allow himself no room to be compared to those that had preyed on her cousin and her friend. Still Dora in the throes of orgasmic pleasure was giving her a good idea of the changes her friend had undergone.
Well she would be able to analyze it better if her hand hadn't decided to play a bit while she watched. She saw Dora being stretched enough to have an outline on her stomach and her throat was showing signs as well of the movement within. She could see the sliding towards her friends parted cheeks, but Hermione could not see more than that from her angle. It was obvious that Dora was doing more than just taking it, as her friend seemed to try to thrust back against the motions.
"I so plan to show a pensive of this to some of the girls," Hermione managed to say as she wincingly sat to watch while her fingers worked the less tender yet sensitive spots. "I guess I was right and you will have to tell me how it felt, and if it made you feel anywhere as good as you seem to be right now. I suppose I could ask Sarah the next time we go to Surrey, but I suspect she would try to hint at trying it and I doubt I would allow a real dick that was not master's inside me. Perhaps we can try whatever substitute you used with your lover. You lucked out a bit at that as I had hoped to be there when you unveiled this intriguing woman that would so catch your attention. Still, I was sloppy and master was right to punish me. That does not mean that I wish that it had not been necessary. We will have some things to discuss when you are recovered. Oh my, that looked rather intense..."
Trailing off, Hermione decided that Dora was in no way going to remember any of the conversation and that it would do her little good save vocalizing some of her thoughts. Meanwhile, Hermione tried not wince at how body was inside while still trying to ease the passions that Dora's experience was causing. It was likely that the girls would need to be drilled exhausted to pay attention if her master's other lovers were anywhere as needy as she had been feeling. Still, it had seemed to be increased more than her classmates had even the older years that she could practically reek of their unions in the halls. There was something seeming to intensify and accelerate their physical needs and passions.
'Something else that we would have to investigate over the summer,' Hermione thought as her fingers caressed her tender skin. 'I just don't know how we will have enough time... I suppose my dear cousin will see if the vaults have a time turner or if we can acquire one. Still something about that is bothering me, but even though master used me and made me orgasm to exhaustion I doubt that I will be able to do more than leer and fantasize while Dora continues her rhythmic motions.'
Her mind, having spent the night in need of release, was no longer paying attention to things even thought she was licking her lips in appreciation at the sight before her, and thus she was as likely to think about things more deeply than the more cocksure boys were when they were standing at attention. She could definitely tell that Dora would have been a very perused and pursued girl if they saw what was under her robes. It truly was a mutually beneficial relationship as Dora was kept safe and the same would be true for Susan and Hannah. She didn't feel worry if anyone tried anything on Alice, as her cousin would make them regret it.
Anne would be difficult to curtail from her more baize ease in culling undesirables and it was more complicated by her lack of definition in who met those requirements. Hermione already had lost her belief in reforming repeat offenders, as they seemed quite unwilling to change. It was that Anne seemed to have no compulsion in limiting her carnage. It was better that telemarketers were becoming more common than their earlier door to door nuisances as she suspected that Anne would be difficult to restrain if they interrupted her.
Shaking her head at the thought of what Anne would do if she were in the middle of getting some and how likely even Dora and she would feel the same way, Hermione let her distracting thoughts drift away as she watched Dora seem to lock up during a rather potent climax. She probably should have been keeping track on Dora's number of orgasms, as it would be fun to compete in reaching the most before becoming too sore to continue. Still, Hermione planned to have her own release before Dora was let loose from the encounter.
It would be hard pressed since her inner passages were still tender from the rough and exhilarating poundings her master had done. Still Hermione was able to tease her body and trace the flush flesh beneath her fingers. Combined with watching Dora as she was driven over and over again to mind drowning climax, Hermione was fast approaching from her panting and frenzied movements.
With Dora suspended with two shafts driving into her holes while her tits were being squeezed and sucked even as her lips were parted for the thrusting length going down her throat, Hermione furiously squeezed her aroused tit while her right hand rapidly stroked the flowing flower of her still red lips. She managed to dart two fingers inside while her palm rubbed her exposed clit to the sight of Dora suddenly seize up with her eyes rolled back and her pussy seem to try to dissolve the gel inside her with how much her juices poured out of her.
"Oh fucking heaven," Hermione said as her fingers felt her fluid pour out while Dora showed signs of the mother of all climaxes in front of her. "Come with me Dora! Master is just going to love this and he may even ease up on my punishment some..."
Hermione trailed off as she felt her contractions force her fluids past her fingers to drench her hand and spray on the floor in front of her. While she was doing her best to cum on her knees, as Dora seemed to pass out from the strength of her own climax, Hermione was being watched by Lady Silver as her fingers moved without care for how over stimulated her passage was as she left a discernable puddle beneath her. Dora was to the ancient serpent's eyes being held up by the still moving lengths of firm gel inside her. It had been a pity that her master's self-proclaimed heir had neglected such things. She hadn't seen such a display for centuries.
Salazar Slytherin had been a consummate and meticulous researcher delving into things that perhaps should not be known, but unlike the last of the Gaunt Line, he had known that there were things to enjoy in life. The man had spent more time between Helga and Rowena's legs than Godric had with any of his lasses. She suspected that Godric had spread the rumors that Parseltongue was evil since it kept the ladies returning for repeat performances. Even if they called such things as Norman compared to the modern French to describe it.
There had been a reason that the more beautiful women had serpent familiars instead of cats. Sure, a cat could cuddle with you and warm your bed somewhat, the birds were able to send messages quiet well, but a serpent slithered and there was a reason that the ancients gave phallic symbols a serpent image. Snakes didn't have voice boxes as all their sound was from vibration thus a parselmouth didn't speech with his throat, but with the vibrations of their tongue and lips.
Still she didn't recall a ritual outside the sex magics of Babylon, Asia, and Egypt that had any sight similar to what she had seen. Salazar had been a very well traveled man even by the modern standards and there had been few methods of travel at that time compared to the present. Oh, she was aware that humans did certain things since they were pleasurable. She did like to bask in the sun and thus understood humans finding their own pleasures. Still while she had seen Salazar when he lapped between their thighs as well as slide inside them as well as behind them, she had not seen someone that seemed as needing all three methods at once.
'Something the young master will need to analyze in the future,' she thought as she watched on as Dora was supported solely by the shafts impaling her holes and the few stings leading to the lengths groping her and exploring her mouth and throat. 'I suppose that considering how she felt a lack of such needed to be filled that there is little wonder that she has thrown herself into exploring and making up for lost time. It just would not do for young Harry to have to deal with her being needy all the time even if as a human male he would have no disinclination to often copulating with a female. Even Salazar knew when to play and when to work, but I fear that the young changer will need an adjustment as surely as that other needed so recently. As if, she could hide the scent of things from me. I suppose he will need to make sure she knows her place in this nest. I believe Salazar said something about it and he did spend some time adjusting them. Although why it required him copulating in the other hole I suppose is a human or at least mammal trait. A shame that Godric didn't have that happen as he should have had a dog for his form...'
As the ancient basilisk queen pondered things, Hermione had long since left most of her mind behind. There was her orgasm and Dora in her pleasures, and that was all her world was except for the knowledge that her master existed and this occurred because he chose it to be so. Oh, she was aware that it was her actions that resulted in Dora being driven mad with pleasure in front of her, but her punishment had reinforced the simple truth among them. Harry was in charge. Everything else sprung from that central point.
If he chose to display it by dragging her into a nook and claiming any part of her that was all right and proper with her. To be honest with herself, even as her fingers were pulling and sustaining her own pleasure that Hermione felt compelled to have Harry pull her into one of the numerous closets or empty classrooms and pres her against the wall while sinking into her eager ass. She had read that there was a tendency for women to be submissive after getting a proper reaming, but even her previous encounters had not made her as deferent and submissive as she felt now.
'All Dora needs is a crop in her hand or being used on that so eye catching ass and one would be hard pressed not to cream their clothes at the sight of her,' Hermione thought as she felt the tell tale signs of approaching oversensitivity start to ease her still blurred fingers rapidly sliding inside her slick sex. 'I don't think either of us will be going on much longer as I can tell that my pussy is getting tender again while Dora seems to be drawing those moving shafts into her body...'
As Hermione watched, the supporting thrusting shafts began to lose color and size outside her body. Dora was now no longer suspended but resting on her tip toes in the still glowing circle. Hermione could see clearly now all of the changes as the barrier of fluid had become completely transparent while the shafts were still somewhat transparent still. While they had been almost as hard to see through as flesh before, Hermione was as she slowly slowed her attempts to make up for her punishments deprived orgasms earlier now able to see somewhat through them.
She made a mental note to buy some transparent toys so she could see Dora stretched in the future. Well maybe some others including her, she decided after seeing the ribbed length sliding inside Dora. She could see the slithering and stroking probes were becoming almost as clear as glass or water while their bases seemed to become slender even if the near heads and lengths remained impressive.
It wouldn't be long now as Dora seemed to alternate being passed out and blissed out even as Hermione slowed her pace to a gentle fluttering while her juices seemed to still come out at a decent flow. Still, Hermione was savoring being allowed to climax. This would have been unbearable if Harry had kept her on edge through this. It had helped her decide to return to being more careful in things. She had let her own self-assurance in knowing things almost compromise everything. Still she wouldn't be up to more than gentle things for a while as he had limited her healing in such areas. If she was lucky, Hermione would get to spend the rest of the weekend just reclining while Harry out all of Dora's improvements.
"Lucky girl," Hermione said as she watched Dora standing on shaking legs as the thinning supports slowed their ravaging of Dora's holes. "I suppose that you will be raring to try out the new body once he gets back. Master is making me recover like an ordinary girl so I won't get to have some rough and driving pleasure for a while. You at least will have him in a good mood since he feels pleased with his business at the House of Black. It seems that you look more like your aunt than your mother. Although I will admit that Andromeda is quiet attractive, I suppose I can see why she didn't want you to stand out as most would use you as little more than a sex toy... not that you would mind that if you were having as many orgasms as you have been. I do believe that I will try you out for myself before the master gets back. It would be quiet improper to leave you waiting. If we are lucky we can see if you can ease some strain while I try to drown your face while he seeks to stuff you full..."
Hermione was aware that her own hormones had increased to the point that she would be spending a good deal of time not thinking with her head but with filling her emptiness. Not that her master would permit her to be a mere vapid cum dumpster, but he would definitely make sure that she helped sate his own needs in addition to her own in both the physical and mental aspects. Besides, if he wanted a casual encounter he could with his reputation almost just walk up to a girl and with little said have her at the least swallow his cum eagerly if not have it spraying inside or on her body. He was still a celebrity enough that with little effort the masses would defer to him even if he for example sodomized the rather attractive astronomy teacher in the great hall during dinner.
So having an almost lobotomizing need to get laid aside, Hermione was going to be draining the library of its knowledge even while she wanted to drain Harry of any stress. That was simply the way of things. Now getting him to take Susan and Hannah in every way was something she would have to schedule for after the exams. It would be a nice reward and encourage the Hufflepuffs even if they were hard workers by nature to do their best. The Slytherins were not the only ones who knew when to utilize incentives although some might call them bribes.
Dora rocked on her tiptoes as she alternated sinking against the invading prongs and swallowing the one she was suckling. Hermione could see that there were two playing with her well-endowed breasts with the tips shaped like mouths suckling on her enlarged nipples. Looking around as Dora twisted, she could see that there was some that had obviously been groping and spanking the eager girl's ass even as she was being reamed. Glancing at the scene with a closer attention to detail as she had slowed to a calming caress of her own sex, Hermione noticed that Dora's hands were stroking what were now transparent lengths aimed at her although she couldn't tell if it was at her face or tits for sure.
Hermione looked on as her hands slowed and her own arousal was on a low sated feeling. She could see that Dora was rocking faster now and her friend's skin was very flush. Now that she was calm, she saw that the moving things were pulsing. Dora really had to be a sex addict to get this to turn out as it had. The pulsing drew quicker and Dora seemed to be responding as well.
'It would be so Dora to have the goo cum all over her before it absorbing into her body,' Hermione thought as she stilled and felt the slowing flow still moistening her hand while her other seemed to be doing no more than tracing her nipple while supporting her breast. 'I suppose it could be as bad as Sarah has it where the need for sexual relief drives her to often call for being gangbanged then slurped clean. Still it does keep the others from being frantic with need and the girls and boys have rendered Dudley impotent among our age group. Sarah might even find prey to hunt or places where the wild parties can help the rest of the sex crazed sate their own lusts. The worst thing that could happen is that shallow bitch Petunia calls the wrong group to scratch what itch her overweight and unsatisfying whale of a husband does not meet. The gossiping hypocrite being turned into the secret whore of Little Whinging would be a suitable ironic end. Vernon is something else entirely. That bigoted waste of flesh needs something truly inspiring to end him. Otherwise, the master should have just slit his throat like a hog, trussed him up, and roasted him to feed to the companions. Dudley might live through things... maybe. It is up to the master in the end after all.'
With half lidded eyes, Hermione watched as the ritual reached its climax and Dora did as well. The slithering sudo flesh Dora had been stroking spurted at her even as it consumed itself to do so. The same happened for the slowly stroking lengths inside her. The fondling, groping, suckling, and teasing bits dissolved and splattered on her skin.
With a swallow to clear her throat, Dora while her body was shaking and arching on her toes let out a shout of ecstasy. It echoed around the chamber and the circle flared with her shaking in time to her finale of climaxes. Two pairs of eyes watched the scene. One in slow burning lust and the other with a clinical detachment in regards to such human pleasures. Hermione felt a momentary disappointment that their master had not been here to see the culmination, but she could make sure things would be ready for his return.
The room was illuminated by the bright flashes of the circle. A sudden crescendo flourish was culminated with a flare as the circle blazed almost blindingly before the room suddenly seemed dark from the loss of that light. Hermione saw Dora there panting and swaying dizzily. The runes on her body were no longer glowing red having settled on an ink like black.
No one would ever say that Dora was not a wet dream come true. Hermione tilted her head as she appraised Dora. The boys here would give every galleon they could to be permitted to look at her and most would do anything if she would allow them to jerk their pathetic cocks and offer their meager cum to decorate such perfect skin. The girls would likely consider the same. Dora would need a crash course in brutal offensive magic if she ever let her real self be seen in the halls with the form unflattering robes let alone if they caught her in any muggle clothes especially swim wear.
Hermione shook her head to clear her thoughts. She could see Dora's legs trembling. Lucky bitch had one hell of a day. Ok, she had one hell of a night and then day. Good girls have orgasms enough to lose track while bad girls suffer. Hermione could see that even if Master Harry hadn't intended the lesson to be this that she would learn from it. Now all she would need to do was get Dora a crop and plan to see Dora use it on her lover while she and her master watched on, and that would have to wait until summer at the earliest as neither Dora's lover or their master were willing to reveal their identities to each other just yet.
With a wet thump, Dora collapsed to the ground inside the circle as her legs lacked the strength to support her through her orgasms. A sickening slurp followed as the last of the fluid was sucked into her body through her orifices and skin. The runes vanished into her skin next even if they had lingered long enough to have Hermione contemplate on permanently decorating the exquisite skin before her eyes. It was a tossup in which would be more appealing, the naked perfect skin, or the elegantly adorned art drawn on her smooth flesh with the loving care similar to an artist drawing their masterpiece on canvas.
Hermione could see Dora resting on her knees and elbows with her thighs spread. She watched as the flush and shuddering grew before Dora threw her head back and howled as the bizarre experience ended with her body shining in sweat and her thighs slick with her juices. She could still see both her holes spasming around the now missing invaders as the openings seemed to slowly shrink even as her juices lingered on both.
Licking her fingers clean, Hermione slowly approached as she observed the changes to her friend and lover. While Dora had not aged, her body had been given a crash course in acceleration in her maturation. Dora had already been developed enough to show signs of her adult beauty, but now she was a few years further by the looks of it. The girl had gone from a young teen to a near adult in terms of size. Her curves were now closer to Penny's or more.
Hermione ran her hands over the young woman's body. Her body was closer to a gymnasts form although her breasts were nowhere near that small nor was her ass too skinny. It was more that the overall muscle tone was there with enough softness to be fun on top. The thorough examination of every inch of her body didn't stop when Dora's body responded in her dazed state.
Hermione had found her fingers caressing her lover's face as she kissed her way down her head having nuzzled and inhaled the scent in her enviable hair. Time was lost to her as she kissed those lips for how long she did not know. Her hands had trailed down Dora's neck eliciting shivers from the slightly dazed woman's body. Eventually Hermione released those lips with a gentle nibble and proceeded down trailing kisses and nibbles following where her hand had earlier. Her eyes had seen the long black and dark purple almost violet colored hair and with how it emphasized Dora's face, neck, and lips especially.
As her lips moved along neck to shoulder, her hands had started to caress the still swollen with arousal mounds with the throbbing points. Hermione was aware that they had some similarities to vampires and the urge to drink blood was one such thing. She felt a desire to do more than nip along the pulsing vein on her lover's throat. A vision of their bodies pressed together while she did so flashed through her mind before she closed her eyes and willed it from her thoughts. Hermione continued her perusal of Dora's new base form.
Her hands led forward as her lips spent time worshipping each of the perfectly shaped, toned, and responsive mounds of flesh. As she had lost track of time while kissing Dora's crimson umber lips, Hermione was awash while nuzzling, licking, and suckling at the seductively scented spots. She was amazed that Dora hadn't sunk to the floor completely and that she hadn't flipped the girl over for easier access. Still Dora was slightly on her side allowing her to move forward down her body.
Her hands had trailed to her lover's thighs and slid around her cheeks. As tempting as slipping between her thighs to cup her sex was, Hermione wanted a slightly different position where she had more room to maneuver. It wouldn't do to accidentally smack her elbow into the floor or turn Dora over now would it? Besides, Hermione was wondering how responsive Dora would be if while riding their master's cock that Hermione used a crop on this ass that demanded attention. It was either that or kissing and fondling it to her heart's content.
While her lips were attached to Dora's now enviable breast, Hermione had managed to slide her right hand around those hand-attracting cheeks to caress her from behind while her left hand was reaching towards her lips. She would have to let the so delightfully nurse able nipple loose before she properly explored Dora.
'Well in a few more minutes maybe,' Hermione thought while feeling lightheaded from the scent Dora was creating in her arousal. 'Dora just smells and tastes too good for me to let her escape so soon, is all there is to it. I don't think I could reach her dripping snatch to taste her before my fingers lose their will to just gently explore her though.'
Dora was moaning in response to Hermione's actions even if her mind was not coherent since the religious experience level climax she had earlier. She could feel it all and wished her body didn't seem so limp and unmovable or she would have tried to urge her on. She had gushed when her formerly sensitive but nowhere near this level of intensity nipples along with her breasts were caressed and then sucked. Dora had felt as if those nubs had become secondary clitoris in how intense the sensations were.
For Dora it was a blur after that point until she felt her right arm and knee rest on the ground. She had been aware that fingers had been playing with her drooling twat, but her eyes snapped open when her tight yet accommodating snatch was suddenly stretched anew since those thrusting things had burrowed into her holes. She had not noticed when Hermione had slithered behind her and then slid four fingers into her newly toned box before starting a decent glide. She noticed it when a length longer and wider than those fingers stretched and pushed into her.
Her moan sent a shiver of pleasure through Hermione. The girl could feel the grip around her as she plunged inside her friend's soaked and frothing passage. Her arm was being rapidly covered in juices as they poured out and down her thrusting hand. She could see and feel her responses. Dora was coming like a firecracker and that left Hermione with a warm feeling in her belly that started to tingle towards her own sex.
"Well everything seems to be working even better than before," Hermione confided to the drained woman even as she fisted the gushing cunt with abandon. "Your muscles feel wonderful and I think you're even more sensitive now. You filled out some and while curvy, there is little worry of too much jiggling. You better be glad that the robes are so unflattering or we would have to curse the little horn dogs away. I am going to love giving your new body a ride and master is going to appreciate how smooth yet tight you seem to have become now. I don't think you even need to shift things and could likely just sit there and grind while milking him with the way these muscles are. We might need to do some muscle control exercises so you don't accidentally kill some people. I don't think you would appreciate accidentally killing your lover by your thighs clenching too tightly."
Dora moaned as Hermione played with her half aware body as her pleasure drove any rational thought from her mind. The first year was stroking her hand inside Dora's cunt and she just kept clenching and flowing from it. The girl that was as forward as she was scary had no restraint in feeling every supple inch of Dora's body especially her not dangling tits. Hermione was certain that keeping the endorphins flowing would ensure that Dora did not wake strained from the change. That it was fun for her was a pleasant addition.
"Just as soon as you sleep off the rest of the subtler change, I think master will be back by then and we can explore what has changed," Hermione said with a nod as Dora began to still and flow from pleasure to sleep. "By that point, I hope that the last of master's punishment has faded so I can enjoy things fully. We are never going to let you go, Dora. May whatever god or gods they believe in grant them mercy in the next life, for we will show anyone that tries to take you from us none. Besides, if we let you go you would barely get passed anyone that hadn't died of a heart attack from seeing you before you were propositioned. Face it darling, you were a cutie before, but now you will make Veela jealous..."