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SD: CH30 - Best Served Over Floo
🕑 Added 2022-12-25 19:21:01 +0000 UTCHermione was having second thoughts about this.
Having monkey sex with Harry within the confines of the house was one thing. But sticking her head inside the Floo, talking to Ginny and who knew else would be on the other side, with Harry plowing her arse? For the first time too, she might add?
It was mortifying.
It didn’t change a thing. She’d still do it. For Harry.
“Turn the fuck around, slut!” Harry ordered, slapping her tits with one hand. A big red mark showed on them. Hermione turned around, hurriedly rushing to obey. Sex between them had changed from the supple, comforting, lovemaking to harsh, painful fucking. Just the feeling of his cock in her folds wasn’t enough. Hermione wanted to be fucked. Mauled. Taken like a bitch. She had absolutely loved it when Harry had thrown her down on the cold stone floor the last time and speared his cock into her from behind, before pulling her by the throat and fucking her doggy-style.
She gripped his hand, positioning before him, on her knees, her arse ready for his perverse pleasure. He gave her a spank and thrust into her pussy. Hard. Pain shot through her body, and each thrust felt more violent than the last one. Harsh spanks fell. Tears were leaking from her eyes, but her pussy clenched tighter and tighter. Hermione rolled her hips. His vicious slaps stung, but each spanking made her wetter.
She felt another orgasm bubbling.
“Lean back,” he ordered, accenting with another spank. Hermione quickly obeyed. She loved it when Harry acted all authoritarian with her, bending her on her knees. She pushed her upper extremities backward, squealing as he grabbed her hair and pulled it back, hard. His other hand grabbed her throat and clenched it, thrusting deeper. He was reaching deeper this way. Hermione fucked him back with gusto, matching his thrusts.
“Rub your clit.”
Her fingers quickly obeyed her master. Yes, he was her master. In body, in mind, and in soul. She’d do anything for him. Anything. Her fingers found her slit and began rubbing furiously, making her orgasm unavoidable. Within seconds, she was writhing, jets of her cum exploding out of her folds.
Hermione didn’t care. She just rubbed harder.
“What are you?”
“Your whore,” she answered, all too happy to give him what he wanted.
“Say that again.” His grip tightened around her neck.
Enthusiasm bubbled within her. McGonagall might have just awarded her a hundred points.
“Your whore.
“He squeezed further.
It was getting difficult to breathe. He was pulling her hair too hard. Her neck was hurting. His cock was too deep inside her. She was choking. Her face was blue.
But all she could feel was pleasure.
“Your whore. Your slut. Your fuck-toy. Your slave. Whatever you want.”
“Damn right!” His fingers pulled away and Hermione squealed as he slapped her pussy. She came, legs shaking, pussy squirting, as he squeezed the life out of her. He released her. In a second, Hermione spun around, her mouth firmly around his cock. She needed it. She plunged down recklessly, deep throating him. His pre-cum was heaven. She was slurping. Gagging. Her tits clapped as she sucked desperately.
Harry laughed at her wanton display.
She liked it. She loved being demeaned by him. He grabbed her hair roughly, collecting it into a leash of sorts. Hermione hissed as he forced her up, dragging her like an animal from the counter to the left until she was facing the Floo. Pulling her head back, he shoved his cock into her throat. She was gagging noisily, spit dripping out around his pole. Her eyes were watering as he forced himself deeper. But her cunt was on fire, and she needed more.
Needed him to fuck her.
Hermione tried to struggle, so that she could get fucked again, but Harry held her viciously in place. After a few more vicious thrusts, he pulled himself out and slapped her cheeks with his wet meat. Hermione held her mouth open and pushed her tits together, offering him the best target for his jizz. He burst like a dam, grunting, his cum coating her forehead, then her cheek, her eyes, her breasts, her hair, everywhere. Hermione greedily swallowed every single bit that fell into her open mouth, ignoring the white cum trickling into her eyes.
“Yes!” Harry said, cocking his head back, observing her like an artist admiring his own handiwork. “Perfect. You look perfect for your meeting.”
What? No way. She wasn’t going to floo-call like this. He had said he’d be buggering her while she’d be on call. But this? No way she was going to talk to Ginny while looking like this. No fucking way—
SMACK!
“Yes,” said her traitorous mouth.
“Good!” Harry slapped her again, and pushed her ahead, until her face was literally inches away from the fireplace. Hermione barely saw his wand flying into his hand, pride filling her at his accomplishment. Wandless magic, even something as standard as the summoning charm, was beyond her at this point. For Harry to have achieved it was amazing.
She felt him hit her with a spell, but before she could voice her thoughts, Harry pushed her towards the fireplace.
“Weasley Burrow!” said Hermione loudly and clearly, surprised at the lack of exhaustion in her tone. Blaming it on her werewolf stamina, she stuck her head into the Floo and waited for Ginny to respond, feeling Harry’s rough hands sweep over her delectable arse.
It was mortifying.
It was exhilarating.
Her brain rebelled against it.
Her pussy clenched harder.
“Hermione?” Ron came into view as he stood in front of the fireplace. “Uh, Hi. I wasn’t expecting a Floo call from you.”
Her heart clenched. She thought she was over it, thought that her infatuation with Ron had vanished after he had spurned her over the werewolf curse. It mattered little before her ironclad devotion to Harry, but she had liked him. And she knew he liked him, too. More than a friend. Seamus had seen him whispering her name as he jerked himself to sleep every night. Lavender had told her that.
In a different life, maybe things would’ve been different. One in which Lupin hadn’t slashed her, hadn’t been cursed to become a werewolf. A life where she’d have stayed with her own parents, with Harry having no reason to take her in. Maybe she’d have watched over Harry as a friend, content to see him moon over Chang. She’d have taken Ron as a boyfriend, probably after a couple of years of dancing around each other. She’d have become Hermione Granger Weasley.
The mists of a different future vanished as her eyes glazed. No, it wasn’t because of tears trickling down her eyes. It was Harry’s cum, slithering down her eyebrows, painting her vision in monochromatic white.
Hermione steadied her voice. “Err, I was looking for Ginny. We were talking before it got disrupted. Is she—?”
“Ginny’s showering,” said Ron. He appeared a little distracted. Or maybe he was uncertain about what he thought of her? Good. This meeting would give her an inkling of what to expect next term. Hermione felt Harry’s smooth hands massage her arse-cheeks, and a moan erupted out of her throat.
“Hermione? What’s that?” asked Ron, looking strangely interested.
Hermione suppressed a grin. Ron had lost all chances of being with her the moment he let his fear and bigotry win. She wondered what he’d think upon knowing how she had become, what her affliction had done to her sexuality. She knew Ron suffered from an inferiority complex a mile wide, often using his friendship with Harry to assert dominance over everything else. He went over the board to dominate Harry’s time, ensuring that he stayed his ‘best mate’, often making Harry’s decisions for him. And in an equally twisted way, he was also insanely jealous of Harry. Knowing that Ron’s actions had snatched Hermione from being a potential girlfriend to being Harry’s whore would….
What would it do to him?
Hermione wanted to know.
Her lips curled.
Should I tell him?
It’d be so dirty, admitting the dirty deeds that she and Harry went around about in the confines of this building. For her to admit at how Harry had her on her knees, screaming his name as he fucked her. That he had done so mercilessly and tirelessly at every opportunity they got, only that the more they fucked the more she needed to get fucked by him, so she looked for more time, more places, more chances to fuck. In the bed. In the Living room. The kitchen. The lawn. They had fucked in the pool outside. Harder and faster, their orgasms grew more intense the more they had sex. She had cum harder each time, Hermione all over Harry’s cock and he thrusting deep into her pussy. How would it be to share those titillating details with Ron while she was bent over, with Harry buggering her arse?
It’d be so… nasty.
Hermione licked her lips.
“Hermione?” Ron asked again.
“Oh nothing, it’s just oh-hnnn!” Hermione barely suppressed her moan, feeling Harry push a finger into her arse. Her tight, clenched hole was gripping Harry’s cock like the hardest vise possible, swallowing it inside her broiling arse. The heat… the tightness… it was nothing like she had ever experienced. She wanted to push him away and also wanted him to push further. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think. Despite having cum like crazy not long before, jolts of pleasure were traveling through her arse cheeks and her pussy.
The bastard had pushed his cock into her at that exact moment. Convenient? No freaking way. Harry knew she was about to talk to Ron, and he was doing this intentionally. Yes. That must be it. He had hit her with a listening charm so that he could thrust at the worst imaginable times.
It was just so like the Harry she knew in the summer. Really, if she didn’t know better, she’d have said he wasn’t Harry Potter at all.
“Hermione?” Ron asked a third time, apprehensive. “Are you… well? You sound like you’re—”
“Oh nothing, nothing,” Hermione said, barely holding back another moan. “It’s just… it’s a bit of a tight situation here. I wanted to talk to Ginny and get back to— ah— work.” She felt Harry’s fingers move up her body, shivering at his spidery touch. His fingers ran through her cleavage, and grasped both breasts, squeezing them so tight that she had to close her eyes and bite her lips to keep the groans from escaping her lips. Good thing she was talking through a Floo which prevented Ron from seeing her actual face or else things would get even more complicated.
“Oh,” said Ron, disappointed. “Have you heard from Harry? He hasn’t written to me at all this summer.”
Hermione gave him a coy little smile. “Of course I did. I’m staying with him, after all.”
“What?” The look on his face was priceless.
She knew that Harry often went out of his way to ensure that Ron got a share of the limelight. Ron was smart, and he used that to his advantage, sometimes to lord it over others, and others, to get access to things he’d otherwise not have. Hermione had caught him twice, trying to impress some Hufflepuffs over how he was Harry’s partner and mentor.
It was almost silly how, despite all of that, he let his jealousy cloud their relationship.
“Oh, yes!” she said, a moan slipping through, as the cock shifted slightly within her. Damn it Harry! “Harry’s got a new place in London. It’s an enormous apartment with tons of rooms. Like a manor.”
“A manor?”
“Yes!” Hermione winced in pleasurable agony as her small, tight hole adjusted to having Harry’s man-sized meat lodged deep inside it. She could feel him pushing further. Her whole body shivered as she lowered herself a tad, allowing him to push deeper.
“It’s a big thing, with thirteen bedrooms. A library, and a—ah— ah— a pool. Yes! A pool. A really big one!” Inwardly, she was hoping how long she’d be able to continue this, while also marveling at Ron’s lack of comprehension. The vacant look on his face was something she was too used to seeing. “I’ve been staying with Harry all this time. Will be there all — oh my! — all summer.”
“Summer?” Ron spluttered. “Hermione, then maybe I could too—”
Oh, hell no! “Ron, you can’t!”
“What? Why?” He demanded, agitated. “I’m his best mate.”
“I’m a — ah — werewolf, remember? What would your — ah — parents' say?”
“Why’re you making those noises? Are you like… unwell?”
“It’s just — oh fuck! Cramps! You know! Girl-things. Wanted to talk to Ginny about those! Never stayed in a wiz—ah—ardly mansion before, so, Ahhh!”
Any thoughts of pushing him away were gone. Harry was gripping her by her hips and pushing himself balls-deep into her. This was, without a doubt, the greatest thing ever. The greatest experience in her sex life. Hermione pushed her hips upward, and her head down into the Floo, feeling him go deep by yet another inch.
“Too much information, Hermione. I’ll — uh — go get Ginny,” said Ron, utterly oblivious. For a moment, Hermione thought he was going to do the same, but then he paused, and turned around. “Err… think you can call Harry for a moment? Wanted to say Hi.”
“I really don’t think that’s an option right now.”
“Huh? Why?”
“He kinda has his hands full right now.”
Mauling my breasts.
As if in acknowledgment, Harry squeezed them just a little harder. Hermione bit her lips, feeling the need for his cock within her pussy triple in an instant.
“Oh, what’s he doing?”
Damnit! So fucking tight! Hermione had no words that could describe what she was feeling right now. Harry had pulled the entire thing out only to shove it back in one go. Before she knew it, her arse was colliding with his thighs.
And again.
And again.
“Fuck!” she groaned. “Oh! Oh fuck! It hurts!”
“Hermione? What’s — what’s wrong?”
“No—oh — thing! Cramps! Remember?”
“You need to see a healer, Hermione!”
“No—ah! NO! Were — werewolf, remem — uh! — No one will treat me. This’ll — oh—I’ll deal with it. I’m used to it.”
Fuck! He was so big! His bone-hard weapon was inside her again, its entire length speared into her arsehole, with his hands groping her greedily, digging into her soft, squeezable tits, sometimes toying with her nipples.
“And don’t worry about Harry! This is the first time he’s getting to live away from the Dursleys, so he’s taking everything he can get his— ah— his hands on!”
“You bet!” Ron laughed.
Hermione laughed back. It barely concealed another groan.
“He’s like a kid in a candy shop, you— uh — know! Digging into every— AHHH! FUCK!”
SPANK!
“Hermi—”
SPANK!
The rest of Ron’s words faded, the pain from the force of the crisp spank flooding her thoughts. She almost wished she could pull away from the Floo and look back at him.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
“Guh! Ughh! Oh, it hurts so…”
“Hermione you need a—”
“Ugh! No— No healer Ron. I’ll be fine soon. Just tell Ginny. Just— ugh—”
The rest of her words died as she was bodily pulled out of the Floo by an excited Harry Potter, his cock still submerged into her. She looked back at him, her eyes glassy with lust. “GODS! Harry! You’re being so—”
But Harry wasn’t listening. He pushed her down until her nose was touching the floor, and pulled her legs apart, wedging himself deeper into her. He gripped both hands and held her down, sliding his juice-coated cock out of her clasping arsehole, all the way out to the head, and then drove it back inside her.
“AAAHHH!” She moaned out, as he shoved his lengthy cock back inside. In. Out. In. Out.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Hermione moaned. “Wait. Wait just a minute! Please!” She begged, asking for mercy, but she got none. Harry’s forceful fucking drove her entire body forward, barely able to withstand the rough anal sex he was forcing upon her. Overtime they got softer and softer.
“Wait… wait… wait…” she sighed, and she turned a corner. At this point, the rough, intense fucking he was giving her was taking its toll on her. Any pleas for mercy died on her lips as she prepared herself for passing out.
Then it happened.
“Potter Manor!” came Ginny’s voice through the fireplace. “Potter Manor!”
She met Harry’s eyes, his eyes shining with excitement at the possibilities ahead.
“Round Two,” he said.
