Horny Hogwarts: Hermione

Hermione part 4

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Except from D.D.s reddit post
     The most important thing that every aspiring master or mistress must remember about this spell is that they cannot penetrate the subject's lower holes until the subject is able to read the text out loud. The enslavement spell is based off of stoking desire in the subject, and giving them what they want before they submit will break the spell which will have various metaphysical consequences. This rule does not apply to the master's slaves however, and this loophole should be taken full advantage of ....
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     "I simply cannot believe that you told that GRYFFINDOR yes 'Mione." Ginny said. The two were in one of Hogwarts's many hidden rooms, which they made frequent use of due to the chaise lounge and full body vanity mirror.
     "Well I did Ginny, you and Luna have to accept it." Hermione was standing at the mirror examining herself. "And preferably stop talking about it as well."
     "It just makes no sense. The richest and most handsome wizards in the school have offered their entire fortunes for your hand in marriage, and you've turned them all down. Why is he so special?"
     Realizing that there was no way out of the conversation Hermione relented, it might be nice to talk about her feelings. "I honestly can't tell you why, there's just something about him. He makes my ..." Hermione hesitated on the next word realizing she couldn't say that, even to Ginny. "Stomach tremble."
     Ginny nodded as though she understood. "So he has a giant cock then? Why didn't you just say that to begin with?"
     Hermione whipped around and glared at Ginny for a brief moment, a randy smile on the red head's face. A smile tugged on the older girl's lips. "Absolutely massive."
The two girls erupted into a fit of giggles and Hermione collapsed next to her friend on the chaise, Ginny leaning her head intimately on the buxom witch's shoulder. They sat there for a long moment just listening to the sound of each other's breath. There was a very close intimacy between the two girls in that moment, an intimacy Mason's spell sought to take advantage of.
     The two girls's eyes began to glow.
     "You know just because he has a massive cock doesn't mean he knows how to use it, he could do more harm than good if you aren't careful. Maybe I should supervise your little visit just to make sure he doesn't get too eager."
     Hermione scoffed at this, straining her neck so that she could look at Ginny. She had never noticed it before, but the younger girl's red eyes were beautiful. 'Green eyes,' Hermione reminded herself. 'Ginny has green eyes.'
     "You realize that to supervise us properly you would have to be there the whole time right? I mean it's the only way I would feel safe." The room felt quite warm now to Hermione, the tone of their conversation had changed, the joking air seemed to have gone between them. Her nipples were quickly stiffening, and her panties took on a distinct wet property.
"Oh of course," Ginny agreed craning her own neck so that she and Hermione were face to face. Mere inches apart. "Of course I'd masturbate myself as well, otherwise it would be odd."
     "No doubt about that, if you were staring at us and doing nothing it would be downright strange, but if you're masturbating to us then you're just a pervert. Nothing more common in the Wizarding World than a pervert." Ginny tingled at being called a pervert, the word sounded so sensual and loving coming from Hermione's lips.
     "A pervert," Ginny asked, feigning offense. "Would a pervert do this?" She placed her hand on one of Hermione's breast, gave it a firm squeeze, and left it there.
      Hermione bit her lower lip, but she didn't protest. They sat there for a few moments in silence both girls breathing heavily. "No, I imagine a pervert would be better at squeezing a girl's breasts."
     "Oh like this you mean?" Ginny gave the breast a tighter squeeze, eliciting a moan from the older girl. Encouraged Ginny massaged the fleshy globe, pressed it tightly against Hermione's chest, and allowed it to drop before starting the process over again. "Of course a pervert would probably force you to kiss them as well."
     "Definitely," Hermione agreed breathlessly.
     Ginny closed the distance between their lips and the two girls kissed, the sounds of their quiet moans filled the small room for several long minutes before they pulled apart. Hermione's head was spinning, her nipples felt stiff enough to carve wands. Ginny felt drunk, and eager to make bad decisions.
     "How would we do it though," Ginny asked her chest heaving.
     "I could borrow Harry's invisibility cloak, he wouldn't ask any questions."
     "It's a plan then."
     "Oh yes."
Their eyes stopped glowing, and feeling incredibly warm and unsatisfied, the two left the room. Hermione borrowed the invisibility cloak from Harry who didn't even question why she needed it, and delivered it to Ginny who took it wordlessly. —————————————————————————————————————
Hermione could not believe that she had agreed to Ginny's request, it was insane. Part of her wanted to rescind the offer, but when the thought crossed her mind for more than a few moments her eyes would begin to glow, and she remembered how having an audience would make her and Mason's intimacy all the naughtier.
She absentmindedly squeezed her breast, running a thumb across her nipple, wondering how Mason would begin the night. The thought of him kissing her gently like a skilled lover in one of the romance novels Hermione secretly read made her skin flush. It was a nice thought, she reasoned. A week ago this would have been exactly what she wanted from a potential partner.
Now though? The thought of him pinning her arms above her head and kissing her roughly while groping her tits like they were made for his personal enjoyment made Hermione's knees weak. This wasn't a nice thought, no, it was a dirty thought that she felt guilty for having, and this served to make the thrill it brought her even more powerful.
As nine-thirty approached and Hermione got ready for her and Mason's study session she realized that if she came in her usual purposely frumpy appearance he might think that she had absolutely no interest in him. This thought she found too terrible to entertain, so she dug through her trunk, and managed to find a skirt from years before her form had filled out.
The waist still fit which inflated her ego greatly, but it also hugged her hips snugly, and stretched so tightly across her bum that it seemed almost Luna-like. She also elected to leave behind her bulky sweater, her tits were easily her best feature and if now wasn't an appropriate time to show them off she couldn't imagine when.
She tried running a brush through her messy hair, but that, as always, proved fruitless, so she finished off with a few spritzes of a perfume, and rushed down the stairs. Many students took second and even third glances at her as she rushed by them, her breasts jiggling alluringly across her tightly stretched blouse. Seeing her dressed like this was a rare sight, and no one seemed to want to miss it.
The attention normally would have bothered Hermione, but the idea of being admired for the curvaceous body she had didn't seem as unappealing as it once had.
Mason and Ginny arrived nearly at the same time as she did, though she could only see the former who stole a quick glance down at her, causing a small smile to tug at the corners of her mouth. It gave her a strange feeling of satisfaction to know he was looking at her this way, it made her feel sexy, like a woman.
"It's good to see you Hermione." Mason thought it was actually quite incredible to see Hermione dressed like a horny school girl, but that would have been inappropriate. "Let's sit."
Realizing there was no way for her to sit without flashing Mason a view of her bright pink panties, a thought that held a devilishly naughty appeal, Hermione knelt on the soft grass. She tucked her knees underneath herself and patted the ground next to her invitingly.
Ginny rolled her eyes at this, Hermione might as well have just offered to polish his knob with the back of her throat right there, it would have been less forward than kneeling in front of him like some kind of over eager cock slut that couldn't wait to have her first taste of a powerful wizard's cock. A blush covered Ginny's entire body as she realized how truly twisted this thought was.
The sight of Hermione on her knees looking up at him made Mason's cock twitch, if it hadn't been for the extra loose trousers he had procured earlier it would have been painfully obvious. He sat down quickly to make sure it didn't show. "So today I thought we'd start with botany," Mason pulled index cards out of his bag. He had bought these long ago when he believed that Hogwarts would be more similar to a regular school Before he could show her what was written on the first card, Hermione knocked them into his lap.
Hermione did this without thinking, the thought that they would waste valuable snogging time studying some silly subject was so distasteful to her that she couldn't even let him begin. "Mason," she said in as sultry a voice she could muster. "Witches and wizards do not come here to study." She leaned in closely pushing her breasts together with her biceps to make them look even more momentous than they already were. "They come here for this."
She closed the distance and locked their lips together. For a moment Mason was too shocked to do anything, but then he began returning the kiss feverently. Hermione's lips were remarkably soft, and she smelled like strawberries.
Heat rushed through Ginny's body at Hermione's actions, the older girl was acting like some kind of whore. Of course, Ginny realized she couldn't judge her for it. Here she was standing in an invisibility cloak to bear witness to her friend's romp in the woods with a wizard they barely knew. She briefly wondered whether Hermione's permission to do this made the situation more or less perverted, but her attention was quickly drawn back to the two in front of her.
Hermione could not stop shivering, Mason's lips were scorching hot, and that heat filled her until she felt as though she might boil over. When she felt his tongue poke at her lips she opened her mouth and granted him access, which he eagerly took advantage of.
The moment his tongue entered her mouth Hermione's entire body convulsed. 'Did I just orgasm,' she thought with surprise. How could he have this effect on her. For a moment she wondered if perhaps it was a spell or a love potion of some kind, but he planted a series of molten kisses on her neck and she forgot about it immediately.
Mason felt himself growing impatient, his cock which had stopped growing at nine inches would soon make its full presence known. He didn't want to wait anymore, if the spell allowed him to have Hermione like this then there was no reason to wait any longer. He slipped his hands behind her, one reaching the base of her scalp and taking a good hand full of her brown locks, the other wrapped around her waist, pulling her onto his lap, and forcing their chests to press against one another. He could feel Hermione's breasts pressing into him, this only made him squeeze her tighter
Ginny had yet to have her first kiss, but she knew that she wanted it to be exactly like this; a strong wizard wrapping his powerful arms around her so tightly that she wouldn't be able to escape regardless of whether she wanted to or not. The sight of Hermione being manhandled was driving Ginny to madness, and almost unconsciously she slipped a hand up her own skirt to tease her already soaked pussy.
For a brief moment Hermione was surprised by Mason's actions, but that surprise was quickly replaced by an entirely different surprise when she felt his cock pressing into her thighs through his pants. He was large, very large, frighteningly large. If her mouth wasn't pressed against Mason's she was sure she would have drooled. She briefly thought about their audience, and moaned: partly because knowing she was being watched excited her and partly for Ginny's benefit. Mason kissed her even more aggressively at this.
Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, running her hands through his thick black hair, moaning louder and with more frequency. She loved this feeling, if her first snogging experience had been this pleasant she may very well have become one of those slutty girls who she had previously looked down upon.
Her moans emboldened Mason, he pulled his hand off her wais and raised it, his finger tips just barely brushed against Hermione's breast when ...
SMACK
He pulled his hand back in shock, her smack had quite a bit of power behind it and had left a red welt on his hands.
'Why the hell did she do that,' Ginny thought.
'Why in the hell did I do that,' Hermione thought.
She hadn't meant to, really, but a lifetime of hitting away overeager people's hands had engrained the instinct into her. Realizing her mistake she reached out for Mason's hand to try and pull it back to her eager waiting bosom, but the way their bodies were pressed together made it impossible.
The smack gave Mason clarity, it reminded him of what he wanted. He did not want to be Hemione as a girlfriend, lover, or paramour. He wanted her as an eager and willing slave, who would ask which hole when he told her he wanted a fuck. It was just as D.D.'s note said domination could not be done part way, it was an all or nothing game, and he wanted it all and more.
So he pulled away from her much to her chagrin. "We should start studying, or we won't ever get anything done."
When Mason pushed her off of his lap onto the grass Hermione felt her heart break slightly, and she responded how she always did when she was hurt: anger. "Study," she asked, her voice full of silent rage. "I didn't come out here to study."
Mason realized for the first time that Hermione's eyes were glowing red now, hers were a brighter red than his, and without having to look in the mirror he knew his own were glowing like scorching coals as well. "We need to study Hermione," Mason said putting a hard edge to his voice.
At the sound of how stern his voice was Hermione nearly melted, but she wanted his mouth back on hers more than she wanted to give in to his orders. "Do you realize how lucky you are," she demanded as she angrily got to her feet, flashing him a view of the panties she had tried to hide earlier. "Half the bloody witches and wizards in the world would kill to be where you are right now. Well you just ruined it, you've lost your bloody chance." She poked him in the chest as he said this, and started gathering her things off the ground with a straight legged bend giving him a full view of her round arse.
Despite her resistance Mason felt stronger than he did before, tonight was the night, her anger was just to mask her disappointment. She thought sex with him would satisfy her, but Mason knew she would never be truly satisfied again unless he enslaved her completely. Calmly he grabbed an index card from the carefully stacked pile and held it up for her to read. "Read the card," he barked. Involuntarily Hermione stood up, her skirt had hiked up high enough while bent over that most of her creamy thighs were revealed. Briefly she fought the urge to look at the card, but the impulse was too strong to resist, and she read it: RELAX. "What does it say?"
"It says ... " Hermione's shoulders dropped, and her frustration tempered slightly. It wasn't rational to be this angry at him, she had struck him with quite a bit of force for doing something they both wanted him to do. "It says ..." RELAX. Hermione tilted her head slightly to try and get a better look at the card.
Curiosity filled Ginny, what could the card have said that would make a furious Hermione, a force feared by every wizard on this side of Britain, calm down so quickly? She silently crept around the couple until she was standing right behind Hermione and could read the beautiful ... beautiful handwriting herself.
"What does it say," Mason demanded again shoving the card closer to her face.
Hermione's legs felt like jelly, her mouth felt heavy in her tongue, the intense anger she had felt mere moments before was gone now. Ginny found herself in a similar state, each attempt to read the card only made her RELAX more.
"I can't read it," Hermione finally admitted her speech slightly slurred.
"What about this one," Mason asked holding the next card.
STRIP. Hermione realized that trying to fight Mason and his ridiculous desire to study would serve no purpose, boys always resisted when they were told what to do. She had to tempt him. "I'm not sure," the entranced witch said as she started to STRIP her clothes off.
Ginny still couldn't read the card, and this worried her slightly, but seeing Hermione start to STRIP she realized that things were going to get entertaining very quickly. No one could resist that incredible body for long. The red head ran her hand up her skirt, but now the uniform skirt and her panties felt like too great an interference, so she hastily pulled both down being very careful not to look away from the card as she did so. For a moment having her bare lower half exposed was enough to sate her urge to STRIP, but when the redhead felt the urge to pinch her nipples she shed her shirt and bra as well. She stood completely invisible, and naked except for her knee high socks.
STRIP, STRIP, STRIP. Now that she started Hermione couldn't STRIP fast enough, she cursed how long her buttons took. In her rush to pul off the overly tight skirt she tore the fabric. Her bra and panties fell to the ground as well leaving her only in her thigh high socks which squeezed around her plump thighs. "What does it say Hermione," he prompted again. STRIP STRIP STRIP.
"Why does it matter?" Hermione was mouthing the word now unconsciously, she knew what it said but could not remember it. "Why are you turning me down to study? Even I don't love school that bloody much." STRIP STRIP STRIP she mouthed it again and again. "Why don't you just take me?"
Mason smirked at her desperation, how helpless she was to resist him now. He flipped to the next card. "What about this one?" CUM.
Hermione's knees buckled from the force of the orgasm that rippled through her, she let out a throaty moan. Ginny didn't collapse, but had to cover her mouth to keep her own moans from being heard. For just a moment Hermione's old self came to the surface, realizing that her feelings couldn't be natural, he was doing something to her. "You've cast some kind of spell on me haven't you," she asked between desperately sucking air into her lungs.
"Shut up," Mason said. He didn't say it harshly, but his voice was firm enough that Hermione found it impossible to defy. Mason flipped to the next card SUCK, this one held mere inches from Hermione's face made it so that Ginny was spared from its effects.
As soon as Hermione said the words Ginny realized it must be true. Neither of them would ever have done anything like this before, but Mason was somehow changing every boundary they had. Pushing and molding their minds even when he wasn't around: it was why she and Hermione kissed, it was why she was standing out here masturbating to her friend, it was why they had been so obsessed with him. She had to get away, to tell a professor about what he was doing.
Hermione's mouth felt terribly dry all of a sudden, and almost tragically empty. SUCK SUCK SUCK, she mouthed over and over again her eyes hazing over. The concern over what spell he might have cast on Ginny and herself was pushed out of her mind by the desperate yearning to wrap her soft pink pillowy lips around something.
When Mason pulled his cock out the concern was all but gone. She couldn't believe the size, it stood straight up as solid as a tree trunk and damn near as thick around too. A trail of precum oozed from the mushroom tip, which was bright red and looked almost angry that she had the audacity to not already be sucking it. Drool started pouring out of her mouth as she kept mouthing the word SUCK SUCK SUCK unable to comprehend them.
Ginny tried to turn, tried to run, tried to cry for help, but the sight of Mason's third leg froze her in place. She couldn't look away from it, her hand went back to her pussy and started touching it again. Envy burned in her stomach as she realized what Hermione was about to do.
"It says SUCK Hermione," Mason said.
As if she had just been waiting for permission Hermione shoved the cockhead into her mouth, sucking it like her favorite treat from Hogsmeade, the taste was certainly just as delightful. She sucked the cockhead with such vigor that her cheeks collapsed inward giving her beautiful face a lewd appearance, for a moment this was enough to satisfy her desperate urge to SUCK, but Mason placed her hands on the back of her head and forced her head deeper.
"That's right Hermione," Mason said. "Take more of it bitch."
"You lucky bitch," Ginny swore breathlessly. Hermione had never looked more beautiful than she had right now, completely naked on her knees struggling to take Mason's cock. She reasoned that she could go get help as soon as they were done, Mason didn't know she was here and Hermione seemed to be enjoying herself, so there was no rush.
Realizing what Mason wanted Hermione wrapped her arms around his waist and started forcing her mouth to the base of his cock. When he hit the back of her throat she gagged and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, partly due to the pain, but mostly because she had failed. She had never failed at anything before, she was Hermione bloody Granger.
Seeing that he had reached her limit Mason backed off using his grip on her hair to force her to bob her head up his cock. "Fucking hell, you were made for this you know that," he asked.
Hermione felt like she was made for this, his cock in her mouth made her feel complete, it satisfied a desperate urge she didn't know she had. SUCK, SUCK, SUCK. She reached a hand up and cupped his balls, they gave off incredible heat and she played with them absentmindedly wondering what it would be like to SUCK one of them.
"Take it," he hissed, pulling out at the last possible moment to cover her face and bare tits in his cum.
The envy that Ginny felt did not dissipate as she watched the brown-haired witch get covered in Mason's magical seed. He came for what seemed like an eternity, cumming so much that he covered Hermione's face and tits in the sticky liquid. Desperate for more satisfaction Ginny began fucking herself with four fingers again, pinching her nipples fiercely. This was something out of her deepest darkest fantasies made flesh; the fact that Mason had done something to them to make it happen felt inconsequential.
Mason handed the final card to Hermione who took it without thinking, still dazed. "Get on all fours," he ordered.
Some might have thought to deny Mason's request. Hermione might have even been able to, but the smell of his rich cum made her mind swirl and drained her of any resistance. She turned around on her hands and knees her ass thrust out toward him.
"Noooo," Ginny squeaked out desperately. "Don't do it." She said this partly because she didn't want Hermione to give in, but mostly because she wanted Mason to plant his cock deep in her own pussy.
Mason positioned himself behind Hermione rubbing her slit with his cockhead eliciting more moans from her. The heat from her pussy was so tempting, he wanted to bury himself deep in her, but he was too close to fuck up now. "Read the card Hermione," he ordered.
"Why," Hermione moaned. She wiggled her ass at him, desperately. "Just fuck me already, please. I'm begging you. Plunge your hot cock into my pussy and fill me up." Hermione needed it, she burned with the desire to finally feel him inside her. "DO IT," she begged.
"You don't tell me what to do slut." Mason grabbed a handful of her hair pulled forcing her to arch her back. His cock was nestled between her lovely ass cheeks, he lightly rocked back and forth to ease the throbbing some. "Read the card.
In the back of her mind Hermione realized that the spell had to be tied to his writing, it would explain why she couldn't read it. Reading this card would certainly mean the completion of the spell, but if it made him fuck her she didn't care anymore. She brought the card up and scanned it: MASON IS MY MASTER. "I can't read it," she mumbled.
Mason gave her ass another firm smack causing a small orgasm to ripple through her, stoking the fires of her lust even more. "Read it," he demanded again.
"Please," Hermione begged. What she begging for she didn't even know anymore.
"Read it," he practically screamed.
"It says ... it says... it says MASON IS MY MASTER," she moaned.
The moment the words left her mouth Mason thrust into her, only managing to fit half of his length. This was more than enough for Hermione whose eyes rolled back as an orgasm intense enough for stars to pepper the edges of her vision wracked her body. Her eyes shined so brightly that she could have lit up the every corner of the Forbidden Forest.
Ginny's own orgasm hit moments after Hermione's did, not as powerful, but still intense enough to make her finally break her silence. "Fuuuuuck," she yelled as she came all over her hand.
"Whose there!" Mason couldn't see anyone, but he had heard it. He pulled out of Hermione, his cock swinging around wildly as he tried to locate the source of the scream. "Come out."
Affected as she was by the spell Ginny nearly obeyed him and stripped off the invisibility cloak, but she regained her senses at the last possible moment and started to back away. She had to alert a professor, to find a way to reverse the effects of the spell. No matter how tempting the pleasure it brought was.
"Stupefy." An orb of red light streaked across the night and hit Ginny squarely in the chest, she fell over unconscious, the Invisibility Cloak falling over and revealing her naked body. Mason turned to look at the source of the spell, it was Hermione. The witch was sitting up naked and pointing her wand at Ginny.
She turned to look at him, for a moment he wondered if she would turn the wand on him, but the look of desire in her eyes told him this wasn't true. "She was watching us master."
"How did you know that slave," he asked.
"She asked me if she could do it earlier after we kissed a bit. I said it was alright, it seemed like quite a sexy idea at the time." Hermione felt better than she ever had before: no stress, no fear, no insecurities. All of those things mattered little when she knew her purpose in life: to be her master's willing and devoted slave. "I was right, you made her so bloody horny she couldn't even run to get help." Hermione shivered at the thought, she truly had a powerful master. "Should I say the reversal charm Master or do you want to?"
"You know the reversal charm," Mason asked surprised.
"I remember you saying it at the end of our study sessions Master, I remember them all now." Hermione licked her lips and squeezed her legs together. "I can't believe I managed to resist you for so long, what a fool I was."
Mason smiled, Hermione was his. Now to deal with the red head. "Parere Imperitis."
Ginny's eyes snapped open and she stood, moving robotically and with half lidded eyes. She dressed herself and walked back to the dorm where she collapsed into bed and slept more soundly than she ever had before.
"Master?"
Master, Mason liked the sound of that. "Yes slave," he asked.
"Ginny is quite beautiful."
"Yes she is."
"Perhaps even more beautiful than me."
"I don't know about that."
"And she's also obviously quite the pervert."
"What's your point?"
"It's just that I believe she'd make a wonderful slave."
"I think you're right," Mason agreed. "Now get your ass over here so I can work that tight pussy of yours open."
Hermione let out a giggle and eagerly ran towards him.
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Luna had been in the library since she had left Ginny and Hermione earlier that day, searching for references to pink magic. After hours of searching she had only come across a single paragraph in a tome written in German, which she had to use a dictionary to translate.
Desire magic is a magic that has to do with sexual desire, it has never been confirmed to have existed, its "researchers" claim this is because it is completely invisible unless wearing special lenses at which point it would appear as pink. When questioned on why the effects of their Desire Spells could not be recreated by even the most powerful of wizards, these "researchers" claimed that those who had never used Desire magic before the age of twenty-five would never be able to. These "researchers" have a reputation for debauchery and are in all likelihood just trying to justify their own promiscuities, and thus should not be taken seriously.
Luna looked at her hand, Spectrespecs sitting high on her nose, the pink aura was almost gone, but still visible. She needed better research.