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Michael let out a small sigh as he sat on the desk in one of the classrooms on the fourth floor. He still wasn't quite sure how he had gotten talked into this, but he figured it was worth a shot. He was tall and lean, with short brown hair and hazel eyes behind a pair of black rimmed glasses. He was in casual clothes, his Ravenclaw emblem sewn onto his polo shirt.
He had taken a bet from some of his Slythern buddies, to fuck the unfuckable, so he was told. Hermione seemed like a bastion of virtue and prudishness. Even though she was dating Ron, there was a rumor going around that they hadn't even kissed, let alone had sex. She simply wouldn't allow it it was told. Thus it was that his friend had made him a bet; if he could fuck Hermione and show proof, they would give him an obscene amount of money. They were all the sons of rich men after all, they could throw away vast piles of wealth like it was nothing, and they didn't expect him to accomplish the task anyway.
Thus it was that he was now sitting here, waiting for Hermione to possible show up. He wasn't sure if she would at all, he just mentioned to her that he had something to talk to her about in private. While they had been in classes together before, it's not like either of them really knew each other that well. He also planned to be as blunt as possible, mentioning the bet and offering to split the reward with her if she went along. He figured that was the easiest path that granted him the best possible outcome of success, he wasn't much of a flirt after all.
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Dammit Ron. Hermione was fuming after her latest "discussion" with her "boyfriend." So she didn't particularly fancy snogging in public. So what? That washerdecision, and if Ron kept being an arse about it, she was going to end up hexing him. She'd probably done so already if Harry hadn't intervened. The idiot had never really gotten it; it had taken forever and a near crisis for them to even end up together as it was.
The frustrated, flustered Gryffindor only just remembered her meeting. She had been championing inter-house relations lately, to try and stave off future problems, plus there was a slight chance that this "Michael" may have heard about S.P.E.W. She'd made certain to grab a few badges just in case: the more support the house elves had, the better off everyone would be. Plus, there was the added benefit of Ron not liking her meeting another boy alone.
Well, next time he can not be a complete idiot. Hermione huffed as she yanked back some unruly hair. The soft brown hair had a tendency toward getting absolutely everywhere. It frizzed at the slightest change of weather and would take charms or potions to get into a manageable style. Oh, if she tried, Hermione could look downright beautiful. Even now, someone would likely call her cute: sharp brown eyes, pleasant features, a smattering of freckles. She had a girlish build, sure, but everything you needed was in the right spot. Said spots were currently covered by the school uniform and robe, all the way from Gryffindor tie to regulation Gryffindor panties (which Hermione had bought several sets of, thank you very much).
So to the classroom. Hermione entered at a near run, her hefty bookbag threatening to upset her. "Hello Michael," she called as she entered. She paused to look at him again: nothing spectacular. Very run of the mill, really. He did seem vaguely familiar, maybe they'd had a class together. "I've had a truly awful day, and I'd rather not get into it," she said, reaching up to pull back another unruly strand. She'd tied her hair back, but it didn't seem to want to cooperate today. "You said you wanted to meet in private? Is this about tutoring or maybe S.P.E.W.?" she asked, turning to look up at him. She didn't see any books, so it was mostly just guesswork on her part...
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Michael watched as Hermione ran into the room; he stood up from his desk as he got a good look at her. Even now, with how stressed she looked, she still had that bookwormish, cute charm to her. He did find himself looking at her during class at times, but he was good at keeping that a hidden fact. He pushed his glasses up a bit as he let out a small chuckle.
"It certain seems like you've had a day. " He mentioned as he took a step towards her. How to brooch this topic...should he be delicate about it or just blunt? He figured being blunt was likely the best method for both of them. If she was going to deny him one way or another, best to just get it over with quickly. If what little reputation he had was going to sink, better to go down quick and painless rather than slowly and awkwardly.
"While I would be interested in talking about S.P.E.W later, that isn't what I called you here for. " He cleared his throat as if to prepare himself before his hazel eyes locked onto her own.
"Right, to be blunt. A bunch of my rich friends offered me a bet; if I'm able to have sex with you, they will give me an obscene amount of money." He mentioned, seeming to draw in a deep breath again before continuing onward before she could interrupt.
"If you are willing to do this with me, I'd be more than happy to split the money 50/50 with you, as well as help out with S.P.E.W." He offered both the money and his help and time for SPEW if Hermione would merely sleep with him. He braced himself for a slap or being shouted out for being an idiot, a perv or both.
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Hermione just bobbed her head slightly as Michael agreed to her having a day. Sadly, she had more 'days" than she had not at this point. She folded her arms and waited (im)patiently while he worked through figuring out what he wanted to talk. Her brows rose as he mentioned S.P.E.W., and she was glad to hear him actually spelling it out instead of using the stupid nickname that Ron had come up with (another point against her idiotic boyfriend).
Then it came out.
Hermione blinked, not sure she quite heard him correctly. He kept going, mentioning money and S.P.E.W. and seeming to be fairly upfront about it. But surely Hermione had heard him wrong?
"I must not have heard you correctly," she had to say, shaking her head ."Because it sounded like you just propositioned me to have sex with you," she said, pointing a finger at him, "for money. Which means you think I'm a... prostitute?" She let out a tight laugh. "Who put you up to this? Because this is just--an incredibly dumb idea." She rose up then, uncrossing her arms. "There's just---did Ron put you up to this? Merlin's beard, he can be just so--" she threw up her arms, clenching her fists for a moment in raw frustration. 'I swear, I should just accept. Show him who's the blasted prude. Willing to sleep with a near stranger for a few knuts."
Hermione huffed, starting to pace now. "This is just... unbelievable. You're kidding, right? Like, why would you evenask? You had to know what my answer was going to be."
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Michael let Hermione vent at him, let her have her moment. He certainly deserved it for asking such a thing. Indeed, when she said it back to him, it certainly sounded like an outrageous thing to ask. Still, he wasn't willing to back out just yet. He admitted that he wanted the money, but Hermione was indeed cute and sleeping with her would definitely be a nice thing, even if it was awkward. Once she was done, he nodded he his softly.
"I mean, I was pretty certain of the answer, but it never hurts to be direct about it. I mean, I think you are a cute girl so sleeping with you even once would be amazing and we would both get a lot of money out of it. I don't think your a prostitute at all, but the money we get from this could be put to good use, you know? You could use it to really help S.P.E.W get off the ground." Michael decided to pressed his case, a small blush on his face as he himself couldn't quite believe he was arguing such an issue, but now that he was, he was going to go for it all the way.
"Also, Ron didn't put me up to it, but two Slythern boys I know. Their daddies are rich, so I know they are good for it if we go through with it. It would just be once and once we get the money we can erase all the evidence. I won't force you of course but it is just an offer." Michael ended by trying to give her a small smile.
"I mean, I sure you think I'm an idiot for asking, but...like I said before. You are super cute so I mean....is it wrong for a guy to dream?" He rubbed the back of his head meekly, expecting to be scoffed at again.
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He was serious. That took Hermione by surprise, simply because she hadn't expected him to actually be serious. She almost didn't quite catch everything else he'd said, compliments and so forth. Clearly he had some issues if he thought Hermione was one of the prettier girls in her class, what with her always carrying books and dressing frumpy and the hair, god, the hair. Sure, she'd fixed her teeth and she looked alright when cleaned up, but hardly cute enough todreamover, regardless of what Rita Skeeter had said only a few years ago.
"The money would come from Slytherins?" asked Hermione, folding her arms. "I'm... just two Slytherins? How could they get so much money?" she was ignoring his compliments and the other nonsense. They needed to treat this practically, like a transaction. Much easier to handle if they thought of themselves as two people about to engage in a business deal. Funding for S.P.E.W., nothing more.
Didn't stop Hermione from flushing slightly. "And why do we actually have to go through with it? Couldn't we just," she gestured with a hand, "fake it? You'd have to provide evidence, correct? I could just hand you some of my undergarments or something, then confirm it in front of them. How would they know? Because we certainly couldn't take pictures, and even if we could, they'd just say it was doctored. And I'mnotgoing to let someone else watch me--' she gestured again, "do that."
She folded her arms. "Did you actually think this through at all? Because you really should have, if you're going to be trying to talk me into this---this insanity." Which she was actually considering, for some reason. Fuck Ron and his stupid prude nonsense. She could just sleep with someone, make money for S.P.E.W, rub it in Ron's face...
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Michael raised an eyebrow as Hermione didn't seem to outright deny him, and instead seemed to be debating the merit of the plan itself. That was...rather surprising to him but his plan of just being upfront with her seemed to not be dead in the water just yet. It seemed to her the most important thing was making money for S.P.E.W. He could respect that, but the guys had actually given him some pretty specific guidelines.
Thus, when she mentioned trying to fake it, he shook his head and tapped his head. "That's not going to work. See, they want to confirm it in one way, and that is by view my memories. I know a spell that can allow others to view my memories for a limited amount of time so that's the only proof they would accept." She seemed to object to people watching her have sex directly, but he shrugged his shoulders at it.
"I mean...they won't be watching you directly and they won't be able to show the memory to anyone else. So if you really want that money, you'll have to be fine with two Slytherin boys viewing you and and me having at it....they won't actually be here of course so that's a plus I suppose?" He let out a small chuckle before letting out a sigh. In terms of planning things out, this was mainly his plan, just be as upfront and frank about it as possible.
" I did think this through. I know you care about S.P.E.W and could use the money and if rumors are true, you are upset with Ron at the moment and I mean...well, if you want to get back at him in someway and do good while you're at it....at least you know I'm clean, and I'll use a condom." He pulled out a sealed condom for her to inspect, and he pulled out a piece of paper that held test results that revealed he was clean of STDs. It seemed he had at least prepared on his end for every eventuality, though in all honesty he hadn't even expected to get this far.
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Right, legillimens, Hermione should have thought of that after Harry's lessons in the subject. She chewed her lip: that should work, but, well, you could alter memories too. It was slightly more vivid than some other options, and it wasn't like many students at Hogwarts could manage it. Hermione wasn't even sure if she could do a memory alteration charm good enough to withstand scrutiny. Slugworth's had been sloppy, and he had a few decades on Hermione.
So yes, they wouldn't be there, but they would see. "They'd actually only need to see the initial penetration," She pointed out, "as that would be confirmation of you having sex," she considered again, tapping one hand against her arm. He had thought it through, even prepared in case she agreed. She took the paper, scanning it: this had been done by a quite thorough physician. In truth, it provided more on Michael than she could provide in return. Hermione didn't have any sexual partners though, so it wasn't as if she had a point of comparison.
So yes, she could get back at Ron, and make money, and screw over Slytherins, and apparently make a Ravenclaw boy quite happy. But... Hermione chewed her lip, shifting. "I don't know, I haven't exactly..." she trailed off, gesturing with her hand. 'I mean, you would be---" how to word this, exactly? Hermione shuffled again, flushing almost beet red as she turned away for a moment. Could she just... sell her first? Then again, think practically. She only had one first. This way, she could get something for it, help an organization in need of helping.
Hermione fingered the guidelines. Then looked to him. "You donate half of what you'd get to S.P.E.W., at least," she said, pointing, "and I get to oblivate you after the confirmation. And we're both taking potions before hand. And we do it off the school grounds," she reached up, brushing back hair, "I don't want to get in trouble," she mumbled, flushing again. She paused, considering. "Also, I want to know upfront how much money we're talking. It's pointless if it's not enough, and if you lie to me or try to take more, then obviously I'll feel cheated. Everything I've heard and read says this is going to be much better for you than me," even if Hermione did get to enjoy fucking Ron over... though not in the literal sense.
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"They're going to want to see a bit more than that, but we can work that out with them later if you accept." Michael mentioned as he thought about the boys. He knew them well enough to know that watching the initial penetration wouldn't be enough, they'd definitely want to see more but that was a problem for another time. It still seemed like Hermione had some trepidation about the whole thing. Her reaction made it clear that she was a virgin and that this would be her first time. It seemed the rumors about her and Ron not moving along were true but he decided not to bring that up.
"It would...be my first time too...if that makes you feel any better." He meekly rubbed the back of his neck as he let out an embarrassed sigh at the admission. He had got the tests done more to just reassure Hermione that he was clean if she didn't believe the fact that he was a virgin. Still, he wondered if that fact would make her more nervous or less.
At her added conditions though, he scoffed slightly. Not at the money part, but the part about being oblivated. "I'll donate all of my money to S.P.E.W if I don't get my memory wiped." Michael offered, it seemed to him, the memory of his first time was more important than earning money. That and he did actually believe in and support what S.P.E.W stood for, so at least the money would be going to a good cause. "Which potions, exactly....and I know a place off campus, an inn we can go to....I know the guy who runs it so its no questions asked. Here is the amount...." He pulled a slip of paper out of his pocket. It was a notarized form claiming that two boys would pay Michael what amounted to 100,000 pounds if he fulfilled "the bet".
"So....if we are in agreement...shall we do it this evening?" He offered, not sure if she was ready to do this tonight or not, or if she needed more time or if she would even agree...but he felt like he had to press onward to convince her.
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Great, see even more. Hermione flushed, wondering if they could somehow tweak it so that their viewers only saw a few portions. She did not like the idea of these boys getting enough to get aroused or, even worse, seeing her get cummed in or whatever else may happen during this stupid idea. And no, hearing that he was a virgin did not make it any better. If anything, that made it worse, and Hermione winced.
"So you'll have no idea what you're doing either?" she pointed out, not caring if her voice sounded harsh. He'd been the one to try and talk her into this stupid, crazy idea in the first place. He should've been ready for that. She frowned, rubbing at the back of her neck. Nothing about this---well, he did just agree to donate all his money to the account, which would be worth it. Really, Hermione didn't care that much if some random person remembered it, she supposed.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Infertility potions," she replied quickly, taking the claim. That was... a lot of galleons. Her eyes widened at the sight. She literally could not see any of her objections matching at least 50,000 pounds dropped into her organization. With that much, it would go from a dream to something very, very real, and that was assuming she didn't pour most of her money into it as well, which of course she would.
"This evening?" she repeated, looking up and frowning. "It'll take me at least a few hours to get ready," because no way was Hermione letting someone see her looking scruffy, particularly not in a scene that was going to get rewatched. "And I'm not sure that'll be enough time to get everything prepped..." her mind was already making a mental checklist: certain undergarments, arrangements, the potion itself... there was a lot that they'd have to get together. It would take at least until the weekend, wouldn't it? Wasn't that the next Hogwarts visit? Or did she just want to sneak out of the castle. She could borrow Harry's cloak...
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Michael seemed to scowl somewhat when Hermione accused him of not having any idea of what he'd be doing. "Hey, I'm not that ignorant on the matter....I've seen in read things." He rubbed the back of his head, trying to defend his inexperience, he was willing to bet he at least knew more about it than her. He had been taking her berateings up to now but he was growing more and more unwilling to put up with it as it became more obvious she intended to go through with it.
When she mentioned infertility potions, he raised his eyebrow in curiosity. "So you want to do it raw then? I mean I have condoms prepared, or do you just trust potions or than muggle made things?" He asked; he wondered if maybe she just had some kind of ideal version of what sex should be and for her it was raw...well, he doubted that but Hermione, he couldn't be sure.
He nodded his head when she questioned the time. "Yes, this evening. I don't need to make arrangements at the Inn, I can just show up and we'll be fine. It's still more than a few hours before sunset. I know how to brew infertility potions, so I can take care of that while you prepare?" He suggested with a small grin. It seemed like Michael was eager to get this done tonight and not put it off. Putting it off meant giving Hermione time to change her mind or back out. He at least was now gung-ho about losing his virginity, but he was doing his best not to show it.
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Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yes, I've read things too," she replied. Things that convinced her this was going to be utterly awful. Virginal boys were to be avoided; any girl with sense knew that much. They were fun for older women at best, and still teenage Hermione hardly counted at that. But whatever, it would be quick, she supposed, and she'd earn a tremendous amount of money, get to rub it in a few faces, all made quite a bit of sense.
"We use both," she insisted firmly. "It's called a safety net. Should the condom break or the potion fail, the other will be sufficient. If we had time, I'd order Muggle birth control or look up spells..." she was tempted to beg for more time. He kept insisting, sounding more and more, well, male with each insistence. Though he was still conceding: he'd brew the potions. They would only take a few hours, and it wouldn't take much to brew a dose strong enough for two people. Plus, Hermione highly doubted that Michael wanted a child any more than she did.
She bit her lip, shifting again. She'd need at least a few hours to prepare, to ask favors, to primp, to make up an excuse. "Which inn?" she asked after another beat, meeting his gaze again. She'd need that much. Then they could just... get on with it, she supposed.
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Clearly Michael would be fighting an uphill battle in order to actually pleasure Hermione during this encounter, but he was a stubborn soul and part of him took it as challenge. Well, he wouldn't say that out right but he was certainly going to do his make her eat her words. When she mentioned the safety net, he nodded his head firmly, that all made sense to him.
"You like to take every pre-caution, don't you? Well, better to be over-prepared than under-prepared, right? I wouldn't worry to terribly much about it." He tried to alleviate some of her worries and fear, but he doubted his words did much to soothe her mind, but he couldn't be faulted for trying at least.
When she finally asked which inn, it finally dawned on him that she was actually going to go through with this, no backing out it seemed. His face flushed slight as he met her gaze...had she always been so cute? He shook his head to escape his stupor.
"It's the Quill Tavern, it's located in a small hamlet just outside the outskirts of Hogsmead. I'll go and get to brewing the potions, I'll see you there around 8?" He asked if that time would be good for her, more than a few hours for each of them to prepare for the upcoming event. He had already started moving towards the door, a million things running through his mind now.
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"Precisely," said Hermione, keeping her voice clipped, almost too clipped. She still wasn't completely satisfied with this whole... idea, but she knew it would be utterly stupid to not accept it. Some part of her almost wanted to request that Michael do something to make sure that it would be a good one, since it was her first time. But Hermione had already decided to treat this like some sort of business arrangement. Pleasure would be an afterthought, if it showed up at all.
"Quill tavern, around eight," Hermione agreed, nodding, moving toward the door herself. "If you don't have the potions, we don't do this tonight, understand?" She held a finger up to him, gave him a look, then left. She couldn't believe she'd actually agreed to this. It was stupid. It was foolish. It was crazy. It would... get her ridiculous amounts of money. And again: Fuck. Ron. That thought made her smile as she hurried back to the dorm. She'd need every bit of the few hours remaining to get ready for this, since she'd be visible for at least three people.
First, to Ginny. Borrow some clothes: a nice dress robe, some lingerie, go all out. If Hermione was going to be seen, she wanted to blow Slytherin minds. Ginny likely wondered, but, well, she'd done her fair share of fooling around with boys before. Thus she became a fountain of advice, most of which Hermione took to heart. Spells were laid upon her body, smoothing out bits, straightening others, getting everything together and in its place. The lingerie had to be spell-adjusted, but it would fit quite well. Same with the dress robe.
At least two hours were spent on her hair and face alone. Taming the frizz into soft, luxurious curls tookforever, which is why Hermione normally didn't bother. She finally threw on a cloak, then had Ginny borrow Harry's (she'd keep him distracted). It was out the secret entrance, through Hogsmeade, and asking a few directions.
Hermione would arrive a few minutes early, sliding the invisibility cloak off, but keeping her own hooded, normal cloak on. She looked about the in, trying to get her bearings, to see what sort of locale Michael had selected. Was it private, was it a place void of disease, would there be people they knew... many more questions that were assailing an already nervous Hermione, her gut twisting in her stomach.
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Michael had done his share of prepping in the hours that he had prior to their arranged meeting. His mind had calmed down and he had gotten to work on what needed to be done. First thing was first, he had brewed the infertility potions for them bottle. Careful to make sure the dosages were just right, the potions would make them both infertile for a few days, just to be safe. Once those were bottled up, he began to get prepared himself.
He had done a little studying on a potions and some spells that would help Hermione feel good during her first time. He had brewed up a rather potent aphrodisiac and he had learned a spell to help make her body more sensitive to pleasure. He hoped that would be enough of an advantage to combat his inexperience. Michael made sure his short brown hair was look prim, proper and clean. He had washed up and cleaned and put on some cologne. Just the right amount to where he would smell nice but not enough to be overbearing. Not wanting to stand out too much, he wore just a regular blue polo shirt and some dress pants.
He had arrived the Quill Tavern early as well to make the arrangements with the owner. His family had been friends with his family for years and so when he said he needed a room, no questions were asked. The Quill itself was a rather nice Tavern. It was still your local village inn and tavern, but it was clear the owner worked to keep it clean and good looking. It had a decent amount of people meandering about, drinking and talking. A piano in the corner was being played to some cheers and there was a fire roaring in the hearth even though it wasn't too cold out. It seemed like a quaint enough of a place, and there wasn't a Hogwarts student or teacher in sight, just the locals.
Michael was sitting at the bar, drinking some mead when Hermione came in. He couldn't help but chuckle as she stood out a bit with her hooded cloak on. He walked towards her and gently grasped her hand. "Come on, I'll take you to the room before people think some shadowy cabal is here to do something." He joked as he led her up the stairs and down a hallway to the last door at the end. He opened it up with a key he was given.
It was a decent sized room with a queen sized bed, a love seat and a vanity with a mirror connected to a small bathroom with a tub and toilet. It was quaint, just like the rest of the inn.
"Make yourself at home." Michael offered as he pulled three potions out of his pocket and set them on the vanity as he took as he turned to look at Hermione. Because of her cloak and hood, he hadn't gotten to see how she really looked under it yet. Part of him waited with baited breath to see just how much she had prepared for this.
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A nice, village inn. Something about it felt ripped out of history but, well, a lot of Hogsmeade, a lot of the Wizarding World, felt anachronistic. Hermione had adjusted to that years ago. She did feel a little too warm: her outer cloak was quite heavy to compensate for the thin, borrowed dress robe that covered her lithe form.
She shot Michael a quick, slightly teasing glare as he teased her, but took his hand all the same. she felt her heart flutter for a moment, a few more butterflies stirring around in her stomach. Business deal or no, she was about to lose her virginity. At least it would be planned and worthwhile.
A nice room: probably the inn's suite. Hermione looked around, not quite moving from the entrance at first, still keeping the hood up. The mention of home had her looking back to Michael, and she stepped forward as he started getting out potions. Two she recognized immediately: infertility drugs. The last didn't seem all that familiar... it's color almost reminded her of the potions the Weasley twins sold. Surely he wouldn't think to bring a love potion?
"I'm not drinking a love potion," she informed him, reaching up to start unlacing the cloak. "This is already quite insane enough, thank you, "she pushed back the hood, revealing her perfectly curled and styled hair. The brown curls fell in gentle waves instead of jutting out, almost without a bit out of place. Light, natural, makeup brought out the girlishness in Hermione's features, without covering up the light dusting of freckles. Somehow her brown eyes seemed to almost pop.
Hermione worked at the bit of cloak, removing the traveling one. A deep green robe, clearly borrowed for a Weasley to wear, showed. It clung nicely to Hermione's lithe curves, showing them off without being obscene. Daring, perhaps, with a slight slit to show off just a hint of pale flesh, but nothing risque. One may even call it classy. Hermione hung her cloak up, then turned back to Michael. She gestured toward the potions, waiting for an explanation, at the least.
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Michael just nodded her head at her statement. It wasn't a love potion and he'd explain that in a moment. for now, he simply watched as Hermione began to take her hood and cloak off. His face tinted red at once at the sight of her styled her. Her complexion was brought out by the makeup and seemed to blend together quite naturally with her skin tone.
As the traveling cloak was removed to reveal the robe, his blush intensified. It seemed to fit her perfectly, showing off and articulating her curves withing being too showy. It suited her quite well. "You look beautiful...amazing. Sorry, I'm sure you think I'm just trying to butter you up, but I really mean that...." He had to at least tell her that, she looked stunning right now. He wondered to himself if she had every prettied herself up this much for Ron. Well, either way, he would consider himself lucky.
Now that he had his wits back, he looked towards the potions, picking up the first two bottles. "As you could tell, these two are the infertility potions. I brewed them so we'll both be infertile for a few days, just in case something goes wrong with the condom as you mentioned before. " He set those bottles down before he picked up the one that was really in question.
"This is not, however, a love potion like you first guessed. This is simply an aphrodisiac...it will heighten your arousal and help you feel more pleasure." He set it down as he let out a sigh, rubbing his head before locking eyes with her.
"I know you are seeing this as basically a business arrangement of a kind...but it's still your first time and well...I want you to enjoy it as best you can and I know I'm inexperienced so I'm doing what I can to make up for it. I want us both to enjoy it, even if it is just for the money." He grasped the bottle with one hand again as he stepped towards her. He used his other hand to grasp her right hand, gently opening it before placing the bottle in her hand and closing it.
"Just...consider it, alright? It's not like it'll make you fall in love with me or anything." He sheepishly grinned as he picked up his own bottle of infertility potion, popped it open and drank it.
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Hermione had to fight the urge to roll her eyes yet again. Why did he insist on flattering her? She was going to sleep with him one way or the other. Though, she did have to admit to some pride. "Hopefully the Slytherin fools agree," she said primly, running her hands down the borrowed robe again. She felt a bit like she was just putting on false finery ,but, well, that was what most of this was.
She looked to the potions. Infertility, as agreed, and an... one of those? Hermione flushed at the mention, staring at the potion. He either didn't have much faith in his own abilities or hereallywanted Hermione to get rather randy. She pursed her lips as he handed it to her, holding it cautiously in her hand. "These could interact poorly," she pointed out, nodding. "I've read studies that suggest that aphrodisiacs and fertility potions can almost result in a near frenzy..."
Though it was fairly common among more... salacious witches. Hermione moved back toward the infertility potion, setting down the other for it. A quick quaff let the thing run down her throat, and she paused, tasting it. "You added a flavoring agent," she observed. "That seems rather unnecessary but, well, thank you all the same," she set it down, already feeling a strange burbling in her stomach.
Her gaze and hand fell on the other potion. "I'm not a slut," she insisted, turning to look back at him. "I'm only doing this because I figure I might as well get something out of it," she looked back, chewing her lip and running her hand along it. Would it cancel out her potion? Well, Michael would still have his... and the condom. But she wasn't sure she liked the idea of handing over control. Then again, it may make the experience look more natural. Hermione kept waffling, rubbing the potion bottle as if a genie would appear and answer her question for her.
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"I've read that they might, so I brewed the aphrodisiac with ingredients that are less likely to react with the ingredients in the infertility potions. Of course I can't guarantee, but I did my best to minimize an extreme reaction." Michael stated as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. It was clear that he had done his research in the little time he had had. He had put in the effort and done his best mainly because he did have something of a crush on the fellow bookworm.
He watched as she drank her infertility potion and then began to question wither or not to take the other. Michael screwed together some courage and stepped towards, her, gripping one hand in his own and squeezing it as he looked her in the eyes again. This time, his gaze had a fiery passion and affection to it as he gazed upon her beautiful face.
"I know you aren't a slut, Hermione...I would never think that. I understand why you are doing this and what not...but I like you and want you to enjoy yourself. " He squeezed her hand as he confessed his small crush for her before he moved to pop open the bottle in her other hand as he lifted it up gently towards her lips.
"I know I'm a virgin, alright? I know I'll be sloppy and not the best, and you have all people deserve the best for your first time...so drink." His voice had become more stern, more commanding, almost domineering in a way, but it was still soft and affectionate. It seemed Michael was a mixture of emotions and thoughts right now.
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Of course; he was aRavenclaw. Somewhere in the midst of this utterly insane plan, Hermione had forgotten that very key detail. She fought back a slight flush as she recalled it now. He probably had done the research, and he'd known enough to add a flavoring agent into the potion and---
and he was holding her hand? Hermione looked up, brow furrowing. Had she wanted that assertion? Maybe...? The more he spoke, the more Hermione wondered if he wouldn't have suggested doing this without the bet backing them up. Maybe that had been where this started: Michael had defended her or admitted to having a crush on the bookworm and been laughed at. Despite herself, Hermione found herself spinning a little tale.
Sloppy, not the best, details she knew but--suddenly there was a burst of command, of authority. Despite herself, Hermione found a little stab of actual arousal coming through. Could he actually take control? Would Hermione like that? Maybe... a bit? She did like following rules and suggestions and authority figures to some degree... if they were right. But he'd raised the potion and, perhaps despite herself, Hermione found her delicate lips opening. The potion slid into her, and she swore she could already feel it spreading its warmth throughout her body. She'd felt that little stirring before, some with Krum, who'd actually been rather sweet, definitely with Ron, and it fluttered a bit now, perhaps catching onto something else.
"I'm feeling warmer," she mumbled, raising a hand up to brush back a loose curl. At least it didn't seem to be an immediate potion? Or perhaps her body was resisting? she didn't quite know which potion he'd brewed, so it could just be in her head.
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Michael had noticed how Hermione had reacted when he asserted himself. She seemed...to enjoy it. Was that the kind of play she was into? Did she enjoy being commanded and being made to do things. Michael decided he to experiment to find out. His face was definitely red, but his gaze was firm as he squeezed her hand again, his other arm going to wrap around her waist, pulling her into his chest which was surprisingly firm and sturdy. It seemed like he would be taking the lead here.
"It takes a few moments." His voice was deeper now, full of longing and lust as his eyes looked at her lips. He licked his instinctively as he moved forward, his face nearing her own before finally his lips meshed against her own. He kissed her with a hunger and need she had never felt from Ron. His tongue lashed at her lips, seeking to gain entry to her mouth and to play with her own appendage as well.
As he kissed her, his hand began to rub her back gingerly, his fingers running through some of her locks of brown hair. He could feel his cock starting to harden inside his trousers and the bulge was starting to press up against Hermione's thigh. After tangling his hand in her hair for awhile, his hand ventured down her back and towards her rear. He gave her ass a playful and firm spank before groping her rear, stopping to gauge her reaction and enjoyment or dislike of what he just did.
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A few moments for what? Hermione nearly asked, confused, not sure what precisely sort of potion she'd just drank... willingly? Was that willingly? She swore she could feel her blood pumping in her ears, her heart thudding loud enough that surely Michael heard it. Its constant beat underlined the action. Hermione's gaze fell to licked lips, her own parting for a moment, to question, to receive, she wasn't sure.
She found his lips taking hers. A squeal of surprise, of slight protest, jerked from Hermione. But her mouth opened as his own demanded. She felt her tongue willingly going forward to meet his. Kissing him... it felt... it felt somewhat like Krum? When Krum had fully been himself, not the shy, bumbling man he sometimes showed, but the real Krum. That had been Hermione's favorite part of dating the burly Quidditch player... that and the sweetness that underlaid it.
Hands trailed, making Hermione shiver. What was he-- they grasped her head. She gasped, her own hands going to his shoulder, fingers digging for support. The hand controlled, and she found herself mostly letting. A sharp slap made her gasp, dislodging their lips.
"What--what was that for?" she demanded, feeling a flush growing on her face. The potion surely must be taking effect? She could feel the heat rising on her bottom: a tight little apple shaped thing perched atop her lithe legs. "We don't need---shouldn't we just be getting on with it?" she was getting flustered, pink rising, her lips already feeling slightly swollen. She... she definitely hadn't expectedthis. Just to be lain back, an in and out sliding, that's.. that's what...not this...
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The potion seemed to be doing it's job as Hermione seemed aroused and taking pleasure in his actions. That was good, and Michael was pleased with how things were going. Kissing her was rather enjoyable, his tongue swirling around her own, their appendages dancing a waltz inside her mouth as they kissed. He felt her hands on his shoulders, it pushed him forward slightly, pressing his bulge into her thigh even more, letting her feel his growing desire for her.
He chuckled at her reaction to his spank...it seemed she enjoyed it, even if the sensation confused her. "For giving me a hard time earlier today." He playfully teased her before spanking her ass again, this time with a little more force since he was now sure she enjoyed it. He started planting kisses up and down her neck, his tongue like a brush on canvas as he stopped to nibble and suck on her earlobe, his hand continuing to grope her rear.
"Get on with it....well, I'm not ready for the main event yet, but I'm certainly ready to see more. "Michael chuckled, seeming more confident in himself now. He had to be, he had to take charge and be the leader for Hermione's sake. He let go of the girl, stepping back to look at her, his gaze that same firm and domineering one from before, this time mixed with a hint of affection and playfully.
"Well then, Hermione...take that robe off and lets see what's underneath." He commanded again, his voice stern as he himself removed his polo to reveal his physique underneath. He wasn't as muscular or fit as Krum had been, but he was at least as fit, if not more so than Ron. His pectorals were developed and his abs were coming along well enough. It seemed he kept in shape, despite his bookish outwardly appearance.
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Hermione's eyes narrowed, though she was torn between saying that he shouldn't do that again and teasingly offering to make more trouble. Even just having that latter thought made her flush slightly. Not helping was the potion. Or the kisses and nibbles that started working their way up. By the time he started nibbling her ears, Hermione felt her knees begin to buckle. Had she not been holding Michael, she may have outright fallen.
"Right, the main event," she reiterated, trying to hide some of her breathlessness. At least he let her go, though she almost wobbled. The mention of removing the robe had her flushing, and the flush only darkened as she saw his bared chest. Not... bad. She did like some definition, and he hand it. Before Hermione could really process it, she reached out and ran a hand along his chest, feeling his muscles. A shiver shook her ever so slightly, and her big brown eyes looked up at him.
"You're, ah, bigger than I expected," she offered, not seeming to realize the double entendre. She moved a hand to the robe, playing with the lacings a little. "Um, I'm not sure I can take this off by myself?" she admitted. "Ginny had to help me put it on..." she felt a little squirmy too. Just what had been in that potion? Hermione was almost tempted to just outright ask its effects, see what parts of what was happening to her body were real and what parts were potion... though did that line even really matter?
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Michael was surprised slightly when he felt her eyes gazing upon his form with what seemed to be a feeling of longing and desire. He was even more surprised as he felt her hand on his chest, her soft and delicate fingers tracing across his muscles. He chuckled softly, enjoying the sensation of her fingers. It felt...surprisingly good.
"Like what you see?" He gave her a teasing wink as he placed his hand on top of her own, lacing their fingers together before watching her struggle to take her robe off as she got flustered with her words. "You are adorable when you are flustered, you know that?" He teased her more, his lips planting themselves over her own again, his tongue pushing against her lips against as his hands moved to her robe.
It seemed he was able to work the lacing well enough, even while they kissed. Soon he had the lacing undone and he let the robe slip off her body and pool around her ankles as he took a step back to gaze upon the figure that had been hiding under the robe, now bare and in the open for him to see.
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"Maybe a bit," she admitted, her voice low. His mention of her being adorable had her eyes flashing. He seemed to take that as a signal to start kissing again: not that Hermione objected. He apparently had some talent in that, or the potion was working over time. Her tongue twirled and moved with his as he kept going. She could feel him almost sucking her breath, and part of her just fell into the kiss. Wanted to keep going.
Lacing fell. Hermione could feel the robes loosening at first. A gentle touch slid them from her shoulders, baring the pale skin there first. As the robe slithered, it bared the trembling girl beneath. Gryffindor lingerie enhanced Hermione's slight, trembling form. A strapless red and gold bra covered her breasts. Already a slight bulge showed just where pink nipples had been drawn into painful points. The slight bit of cleavage showed around the edges of the silken material. A Gryffindor seal locked it in place in the center. From there, fine white skin, thin, trailed down to her hips. Low-slung, daring Gryffindor colored panties covered her there. Hip bones showed just above, where deep golden thread entwined and just barely suggested cover. Lace frills showed, forming almost shelving along her bottom: not a thong, but cupping the firm globes. Garters connected deep red silken stockings, drawing the whole piece together. Only a glance would show that the dark red center of her panties was perhaps a shade or two darker than it should be.
"I thought you weren't ready for the main event yet?" asked Hermione, slightly teasing, looking up at him. She could feel a flush, her pulse quickening. This whole thing, the potion, it all swirled and bubbled within her, making her feel almost lightheaded.
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Hermione was a Gryffindor girl through and through it seemed. Her lingerie suited her perfectly though, it accented her natural beauty and curves, showing off what she had without turning it into flaunting or being slutty. He could feel his cock hardened even more in his trousers, his large bulge now clearly visible to Hermione even with the distance between them. His eyes took in her whole form, admiring her cleavage and her smooth stomach, the cute dip in her bellybutton down to her panties. He could see that a certain part of her panties were a different shade than the rest and he chuckled.
"Twirl for me...I want to see all of you, that cute little ass of yours included." He commanded her, wanting to admire her body more. He had groped her ass after all, now we wanted to see her bare and lovely rear. Once she did, he approached her again, gripping her shoulder and pinning her back against a near by wall.
"Oh no....I'm not even close to ready for the main event...I still have a lot of exploring I want to do...."His gruff voice invaded her ear, his lips on her neck once more, but soon he was kissing his way down her neck and towards her chest. He gently gripped the bottom of her lovely bra and pushed it up just enough to reveal her lovely mounds for him, her hard, perky and rosy nipples visible to him. His mouth wasted no time, latching on to one of her mounds and sucking. His tongue swirling around her nub as he sucked like a babe trying to draw milk.
Meanwhile, his other hand had slithered up her inner thigh and towards her crotch. His fingers brushed against her labia and clitoris hidden beneath the fabric of her panties before he reached waistband for her panties. His hand venture beyond it and into her the piece of clothing, his fingers finding and brushing against her wet pussy and he removed his mouth from her breast to chuckle.
"You are so wet, Hermione...how excited are you to finally get fucked?" He teased, his fingers rubbing and stroking her lower lips before seeking out her clitoris. Then his digits began to rapidly rub her clitoris before tugging on it gently. He had read that clitoris stimulation was one of the best ways to please a girl.
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Twirl? Hermione almost giggled, raising her hands. She did an almost graceful spin, showing off that pert ass, cupped by lacy fabric. No sooner had she done so when she felt herself pinned, pushed. She looked up at him, gasping slightly. Hot breath puffed against her neck. "Michael..." she breathed, not quite believing what was happening to her. This... this felt like something out of a seedy romance novel. Hermione had read one or two of those, even tried copying motions once. Just hearing the descriptions, trembling girlflesh pressed against hard male, had been something.
Now? Now Hermione felt lips closing against her neck. he rolled, baring, dropping a guard long enough for the bra to shift. A gasp as cold air hit breasts. "Michael!" she protested, reddening. Pink nipples stiffened to the air, forming bullets. No, not bullets: targets. Heat wrapped about them as Hermione cried out, body undulating once.
"What are you--" she tried, but was cut off. More fingers. They glided against her. She gasped, brown eyes widening, hips jerking. She could see the bulge in her panties: his hand, teasing, moving against her sex. Moisture drizzled against his fingers, coaxed by potion and touch. Hermione couldn't believe it: she felt like she was melting. Like everything within her had started drizzling down to heat, collected upon him.
Chill hit her nipple. "i'm--not--" she protested, shaking her head. A sharp squeal as she felt his fingers teasing her. "Ahaa, "she jerked. A tug, a rub, and Hermione bit her lip. She let out a throaty groan, her entire body shivering with new sensation. She probably would've cum from having her clitoris stroked normally. The raw sensation was unlike anything she'd experienced, after all. That burst of pleasure might have done it on its own.
With potion running through her? Hermione all but exploded. Juices coated fingers, soaked borrowed panties through. Hermione's hips bucked as she rode him. Muscles gave out: she'd pool entirely to the floor if he didn't catch him. Just a fucking touch, barely a grace. That potion, this instance, everything it just... it just overwhelmed.
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Herminone's breathy voice and moans only drove Michael onward to pleasure her more. Just as he was getting ready to resume sucking her breast though, something unexpected happened. She let out a groan followed by a loud moan as he felt the hand inside her panties become completely and totally soaked with her juices. He felt her legs give out as her hips bucked against his hand. He wrapped an arm around her, letting her fall forward into his chest as he kept stroking her pussy and clitoris, encouraging her to ride out her climax as long as she could.
"My, my...you are quite the sensitive girl, aren't you? You soaked my hand because you are so naughty." He teased her, gently stroking her quivering and soaked pussy lips one final time before withdrawing his hand. His fingers were dripping with her juices and he lifted them up to show her just how wet they were. He picked her up once she was done seeing his fingers and carried her to the bed. He tossed her down so she was laying on her back.
He undid his trousers now, taking them off as well as his boxers to reveal his massive cock. It was throbbing, in need of his attention and veiny. His bulbous tip seemed ready for action, oozing with pre-cum as he let Hermione take a good, long look at the cock that was getting ready to take her virginity. "So, Hermione....how about you beg for it now....beg like a good girl to have your virginity taken...." He licked his lips as he started to rub his cock against her pussy, his tip pressing up against her clitoris as it seemed like his dominant side was now fully emergent.
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He kept going, lengthening the pleasure. Hermione felt it seizing her, locking then melting muscles, dropping her into his arms. Naughty? She was... she was drugged, right? And caught up in--oh God, she could see his fingers glistening. Hermione let out a light laugh at that. Well, he'd said he wanted to get her pleasure from this. Oh God, they were just starting, weren't they? Her eyes widened at that realization. She felt his arms moving, picking her up. Hands slid about his neck in reflex.
Then Hermione was bouncing on a bed. She didn't quite have the strength to sit up, but she could look up. A giant, oversized, way too big to be allowed cock bounded free. "Merlin's beard!" she cursed, hand flying to her mouth. Her gaze remained locked on it, seeing it bounce with each pulse and throb. Something already drizzled, and Hermione had the obscene desire to taste it. She barely heard his command, didn't seem to realize what was happening until she felt him moving.
At least she still had her panties, if just .The wet fabric smeared her own juices around her sex. She could feel it ruffling the thin thatch of hair she'd left down there: apparently there were spells to shave. She could feel his thick member pressing against her, jutting against that little button. Each press released more desire, the spark of nerves seeping into Hermione's core. she felt her hips roll against him, smearing his cock with fluid.
"Good girls--don't beg," she all but gasped, looking up at him. Her eyes already had the lidded look of desire. Those brown curls had fanned out around her head, spreading against the sheets. Her chest quivered, tiny nipples amid girlish breasts jiggling enticingly. Her eyes flicked to his member, then up at him. 'Did you decide you're ready for the main event now?" she asked. Her legs drew together, fabric and flesh running against his hard cock. It felt too big, though at least Hermione didn't have the stupid, virginal cries of "it won't fit." Babies came from that hole: a cock could go inside. As wet as Hermione was, it probably wouldn't even hurt: her hymen had been busted by brooms a while back, like probably 90% of Hogwarts girls. Still, it was the whole... event of it. Plus she kept wanting to throw his words back. She'd been the one to just want to treat this like business, after all.
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Michael had enjoyed the sensation of having Hermione's arms wrapped around his neck. Something about this whole thing...just felt right to him. Sure they were doing it for money and Hermione had taken an aphrodisiac...but was feeling a real sense of affection coming from her...and he knew he had affection for her, though maybe and he figured most likely, it was the drug at work. When his cock was revealed, her heard exclamation and grinned.
"Like what you see." He teased her again with a playful wink...he saw that look in her...she wanted it. He figured maybe he could make use of her mouth after the first 'main event' he had a feeling that just one round might not be enough to fully satisfy either of them. As he began to press his cock up against her fabric covered cunt, he looked down at her again, their lust filled eyes locking as she began to tease him back. He grinned slightly as he licked his lips.
"Well....I think I'm going to put off the main event for now...until I make you realize you aren't the good girl you think you are..." His gruff voice was back; the sight of her hair splayed out on the bed and the look in her eyes really drove his desire to just shove it in..but he had to make her want it even more. He wanted to hear her beg for it, for her to plead for it. His tongue was soon upon her body once more slithering down the valley of her stomach towards her soaked crotch.
Soon his face was buried between her thighs, his hands gripping her soaked panties and pulled them down to hang around her right ankle. Her shimmering and glistening womanhood was before him and he licked her lips before pressing his upper lips against her lower ones. It was like an obscene kiss as his tongue emerged to lick her labia, his nose buried in patch of her hair, taking in her womanly scent as he licked up her juices, his tongue moving to press against her clitoris. If his finger had caused that first geyser...he was eager to see what his tongue and mouth could do to her.
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"You'll be waiting quite a long time," insisted Hermione. Her eyes remained locked on him, slightly curious now. What precisely was his goal here? He could just take her; heshouldjust take her. She was wet enough. He'd glide into her, thrust a few times, spend himself, and they'd be done. That was how it went; Hermione had heard the tale time and time again.
Instead his mouth returned to her body. Hermione let out a sharp cry, her body arching up to meet him. Wet slid down her undulating abdomen, curling near her crotch. Thighs trembled, trying to lock, only to find themselves parting before his questing head. "What are you--you can't be--" she said, now levering herself up, staring down, eyes wide. His mouth hovered, lips licked.
"Michael! You really don't--God!' she snapped the last word, her head snapping back. Her hips shot forward without her will, jerking against him. Wet warmth spread along her already quivering sex. Everything below her waist felt aflame: she half expected to see curls of steam rising from within him. The wet sounded in her ears, forcing her cheeks to flame. That wet wasn't just his lashing tongue: her sex provided quite a bit, if not the majority. She could feel it leaking from her body, sliding into his mouth, rewarding his efforts.
Hermione didn't know what to do. Her legs spread at first, nearly spreadeagle against the bed. They rose, seeming to try and allow access. Then hooked, stocking clad heels digging into his shoulders. The hands were just as clueless, gripping sheet, gripping him, flailing.
"Michael!" she gasped again, tapping his head. "You--we--" this was not what she expected at all. Her lower half danced, writhing, gyrating, and she couldn't stop it. Worse, she didn'twantto stop. Every lash of his tongue felt electric, jerking her head toward him. Her legs curled against him. A hand took his head. This felt... felt wonderful.
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Hermione's words and actions spurred him on, he wanted to make her feel overwhelming pleasure, to make her first time unforgettable and to make himself unforgettable, and most of all, he did want to hear her beg. So he would pleasure her, lick her, kiss her, do whatever it took to bring her to that point, and it wasn't like he wasn't enjoying himself either.
Her pussy was rewarding him greatly for his efforts, leaking like broken pipe, her juices flowing freely into his mouth for him to drink. He didn't have a means to respond to her words or gestures, he didn't want to removed his lips from her bottom half for a single moment. His mouth engulfed her clitoris, his tongue swirling around and batting the sensitive nub back and forth before it ventured towards her entrance again.
His lips were pressed fully against her, and now, his tongue was starting to wiggle it's way inside her womanhood. His flexible appendage wiggled back and forth between her inner was as he pushed it in and out of her to the best of his abilities as he sucked up her juices. As he did this, his fingers moved to keep her clitoris occupied, rapidly rubbing the nub back and forth with some degree of skill before he tugged on it gently. The feeling of her hand on her head, pushing his lips even more firmly against her pussy and her heels on his shoulders only served to increase the intensity of his actions as he seemed to devote himself to pleasing her, despite his own throbbing and rock hard erection.
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How did he know how to do this so well? Hermione could feel his tongue and mouth exploring her. He worked her sex like a master, flicking tender spots, finding new ones. The clit was evident: aroused, a button to continually push. Each gyration on that drew more liquid, more yelps, hip bucks, constant motions. But his questing tongue found her inner walls, teased and prodded and drew more of her out onto him. She told herself the potion had made her this sensitive, had made every fibre of her sex feel alive.
"Cum--" she hissed, clenching hard against him. Fingers curled tight. Heels dug. "Cumming!" she shouted. "oh, God, Michael, I'm, I'm, I'm--" she could feel the wave cresting, roaring up within her. It jerked her hips up, lifted her bottom from the bed. Her sex nearly smothered his mouth, while her hips dug him in place. Hermione let out a sharp cry, her body jerking up once harshly, once, twice.
She could feel it overtaking her yet again, almost painful in its eclipse, ready to reward his efforts with yet more pleasure. How many minutes? How could she be cumming again, so hard, so quickly? "Oh goooood," she whined as she felt it starting to seize full hold, locking muscles.
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Michael was learning as he went, but he seemed to be a quick learner. He took note of her sensitive spots for later time as his tongue gyrated inside her, his fingers working pleasurable magic with her clitoris. He didn't pause when he heard her gasp or felt her fingers or heels dig into him; if anything, he picked up the pace and began to rub her clitoris faster and push his tongue into her even quicker as well.
He was rewarded, Hermione's lithe body jerking up as his mouth was coated with a fresh spray of her juices. As before, he didn't stop as soon as she started climaxing, instead he pulled his tongue out and rabidly licked up her labia, taking in all of the love juices from her that he could, his tongue brushing up and down against her quivering pussy lips, his fingers continuing to tug on her clitoris. Once it was clear she had ridden her high out, he pulled away and licked his lips and fingers, looking down on Hermione with a lustful gaze, his cock visible to her again as he teasingly rubbed the throbbing rod up against her still quivering pussy.
"Ready to beg yet?" He teased her with a gruff chuckle before pressing his lips roughly against her own, forcing his tongue into her mouth so she could get a good taste of herself while his hand traveled up and cupped one of her breasts, squeezing the mound and molding her flesh beneath his digits as his tip pressed against her clitoris.
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Another extended climax. Muscles locked, Hermione's heels digging into him. Her sex covered, nearly spurted against him as her body wrung itself out with pleasure. Everything held still with a great burst, pleasure surging into her. When she stopped, Hermione collapsed, panting, onto the bed. Sweat had started to bead against her pale skin. Finely done hair now stuck to her face, a strand catching her wet lips.
It parted as lips seized hers. Hermione didn't fight, made only the vague effort to kiss back. She could feel his tongue entering, and she let it, drawing her own. A squeal rose from her as his hands once more returned to her breasts, something hard, heavy, thick, slapping against her sex. Her head spun as she kissed, her hips rolling for a moment again. They gyrated, smearing a little of her juices upon him.
Hermione still managed to pull away. Breathless, eyes dancing, she still smirked up at him. "Nope," she breathed, shifting. "If you want me, I'm afraid you're just going to have to take me," she replied, before rolling her hips slightly. Her body still sang, but it felt drugged, a little heavier than before. Her interior quaked, to be sure, but it didn't quite quake with need, with want. In point of fact, she very nearly felt... no, she could feel a hollowness within her. It crawled and whispered though, not shouting to be fulfilled.
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Hermione seemed to enjoy her breast being squeezed so he gave it another as his fingers then moved to her nipple as her rubbed that nub around in a similar manner to how he rubbed her clitoris before tugging on the nub. When the kiss broke, he looked down on her. Her smile....even when breathless and ravished, still look soon stunning. He felt himself blush as he nodded his head. Her hand on her breast moved up to cup her cheek as his other hand moved to grasp her hand, interlocking their fingers as he started into her eyes, the tip of his cock now prodding at her entrance.
"I think I'm in love with you, you know that?" Michael softly admitted before grinning as he pushed his cock into her virgin womanhood. He couldn't give her time to process what he had just said, it came out in the spur of the moment and he knew it might ruin everything up that the point. He moaned loudly as he felt her virgin tight walls clamping down almost violently around his massive cock. It felt like her pussy was trying to strangle his cock as his girth tried to stretch her out. He hadn't bothered putting on a condom, she hadn't seemed to care and neither did he. Thus pure sensation of his meaty rod gliding against her moist inner walls made him moan loudly.
"You....feel amazing, Hermione...are you alright?" He asked, looking back into her eyes after his impromptu confession. He wasn't sure if the pleasure would be enough to mask the pain of losing her virgin or if she was still processing what he had just said. So he waited, about a quarter of his length sheathed inside her.
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Hands locked her fingers, and she felt herself smiling. She'd won their little game, hadn't she? Not begged, made him simply take it. Her smile turned to a look of shock as a confession slid from Michael. Lips parted in surprise, only to turn to a sharp cry as she felt him gliding into her. It was simply that: he was outside her one moment, then inside the next. His cock slid into her tight sex, moving gently along her wet folds. She could feel it stretching and pushing her, even in that instant, almost like a memory.
Walls clamped, her sex spasming and milking him. She didn't move, remained still, the realization creeping in: she wasn't a virgin, not any longer. Something filled her, and to her slight surprise, there was very little pain. Discomfort; he stretched her, filled her, but not quite pain. There had been nothing to tear, nothing to rend, and she'd been so soaked that her sheath had stretched.
Hermione's eyes flicked, seeing his cock sticking out of her. Yes, part of him--oh dear lord, only part of him, was inside her. She could see it, could feel it, his head somewhere within her body. She groaned, shivering, hands going to grip sheets. Her hips rolled, and she felt her muscles squeeze. It was then that she realized something:
"You idiot!" she gasped, head looking down. "You--you're supposed to--" she gestured toward him, reddening some. Not like she'd precisely told him to already. She'd pretty much told him to take her, hadn't he? And they werebothpotioned with infertility, though Hermione's arousal drug might be interfering... still, she---he was--his cock already made her feel full, making her shiver again. "Condom," she mumbled, trying to sum up everything in one word or less.
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Michael groaned, even when he wasn't moving, just having part of his cock buried in Hermione's tight pussy felt way too amazing. He looked to her face when she yelled, rather surprised at the words. Her nervous gesturing made him realize what she was talking about before she finished vocalizing it. She realized he wasn't wearing the condom. He gave her somewhat pained chuckled as he gave her a playful grin.
"Sorry....I was caught up in the moment and forgot...but I don't want to pull out now....I'll pull out though, I promise. We'll be fine..." He assured her as he began to move his hips. Her moaned as he pushed more of his thick rod into her. Inch by inch her cock invaded her, violated her, shaped her pussy to the shape of his cock. He lowered his mouth to her breast again as he began to suck again, wanting to keep Hermione occupied with pleasure so she wouldn't be too worried.
He moved his hand from her cheek down to her clitoris and began to rapidly rub her most sensitive nub again; he had heard that girls often couldn't get off without their clitoris being stimulated. As he did this, he felt the tip of his cock pressing up against a barrier inside her, likely her cervix. He began to pound against it, most of his cock inside her now but he still had move to give, and the way his bulbous head was pounding against her cervix, he was going to try and get past it to make more room for his cock.
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Hermione frowned as he insisted on going forward. Those promises sounded very much like the same nonsense teenage boys always prattled when they were about to do something stupid. It didn't help that his cock moved at just the same time, making Hermione very much want to do something stupid instead. A mouth sealed not her own, but around her breast. Heat enveloped the small mound, circled her nipple tight. She cried out, chest thrusting up toward him as pleasure burned into her.
Fuck it: they had the potions.
A hand nudged against her clit again. Hermione bit her lip as she felt her sex trembling. Walls shook and danced, milking against a cock. Despite, or perhaps because of, herself, she felt her legs moving. Stocking clad feet dug into his hips, helping to lock him in. She felt him sliding, her hips moving up to meet against his. Something hammered deep. "So tight," she mumbled. How fucking big was he? She ran her hands along his side, moving to try and grip him.
"Fuck," she spat the word between nearly clenched teeth, drawing a shivering breath. Already that tension wound up within her again. Her eyes rolled up, looking to him. "Do you have giant's blood in you?" she gasped. She could feel her sex tensing, everything pressing. Legs clenched and she tried to pull, to fully sheath him and possibly end this. Her body cried for an ending, to be filled, for precious fluids to douse the flames roaring within.
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Michael just chuckled at Hermione's question, he'd take it as a compliment. She seemed to enjoy having her breasts sucked, so he swapped mounds and began to suck on her other tit, his tongue swirling around that fresh nipple as it had the other. He finally managed a breakthrough though as the girl wrapped her legs around him and locked him in place, her heels pushing against his ass and pushing him even deeper into her as his cock finally pushed past her cervix and entered her womb, a bulge visible in her stomach where his rod was.
"Fuck! This feels way too good...." Michael moaned against Hermione's breast as he rubbed her clitoris even faster now as he began to gyrate his hips faster. Her legs kept him from pulling back much, so they were short but rapid slams into her, his cock finally fully sheathed inside her.
All the tightness and wetness was beginning to become too much for him, he felt a pressure rapidly building in his cock, a pressure he knew from having pleasured himself enough. He knew his climax was near...but he had no way out, not given their current circumstances with her legs wrapped around him.
"Fuck....Hermione...if you don't let go...I'm gonna come inside you!" He moaned loudly moving his lips to hers to engage in an obscene and passionate kiss, his tongue sloppily licking at her lips and swirling around her tongue as he waited for her to respond...she didn't have long, that dam was getting ready to burst.