Family Matters: Chapter Five
I'm glad I have plenty of booze, because this chapter has a sex scene. Prepare yourself.
Chapter 5
Back in the hotel room, Harry closed the door and turned around to a surprise. Hermione was reaching behind her back, and a moment later, had peeled the bikini bra over her head. Well, what did you think she was taking you back to the room for, pancakes? "You'll need to get used to this, Harry. My family is clothing optional. OH NOT THE NUDISTS AGAIN PLEASE NO If you're going to be living with us, you'll see me, Mom, and Dad in the nude occasionally. We've tended to stay dressed for you." Well, at least they're SLIGHTLY more considerate than the Granger-Potters of Hogwarts Exposed. She laughed. “Besides, back in the hospital, you wanted to peel me out of my top so that you could gaze longingly at my perfect breasts, I think you said?”
“I verbalized that?” he asked, going white again.
“No, but I read lips HOW CONVENIENT, and you mouthed it. I don’t think they’re perfect - they’re too small. Please. This is HarmonyLand. I'm sure they're at LEAST a D. But you seem to like them.” Yeah, but who doesn't like boobs?
Harry nodded blankly as he sat down heavily in the nearest chair. He was feeling mildly dizzy and light-headed. "Hermione," he finally managed to croak, "do you have any idea of the hell I'm going to be going through living near you?" Oh relax. She's going to bone you, and then all will be well.
"Why would it be hell?" she asked, obviously a little hurt.
"You set me on fire! heard me out there. Not only am I in love with you but …" He motioned at her body, and all he could do was finally motion in an hourglass manner. I've been sitting here for five minutes trying to think of something clever to say about that, but I've got nothing. I think I'll have another drink instead.
"Say it, Harry. "Vampire." Oops. Wrong shitty fic. Be as blunt as you want. I promise not to slap you for it."
He laughed. "Leaving punching open as an option," he grinned. Why would she punch you for finding her sexually attractive?
She returned the laugh as she said, "I promise not to intentionally hurt you for what you want to say. No kicking, punching, or slapping. Any biting will be intended to be mutually satisfying." I guess I was wrong. Maybe this is Twilight. She was smiling widely as she said that last.
"You really want me to say what's going through my mind?" he asked, a little green. You're not the only one who's a little green! She nodded brightly. "I want to make love to you, Hermione. I want to caress your body with my oafish hands. Oafish? What teenager would use that word? I want to pretend I'm a baby at those sexy nipples of yours AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH NOT SEXY NOT SEXY NOT SEXY, and someday I want to get practice at planting a baby between your absolutely magnificent legs." Planting a baby? Kinsfire, what DID they teach you in sex ed? He was blushing furiously, not believing that he was actually saying these things to her. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE SAYING THOSE THINGS EITHER.
Why are you worried about her punching you, Harry? If my husband ever said anything like that, I'd probably laugh myself into the hospital. After vomiting, of course. And checking for pods in the basement.
"You may not agree, but to me you are the incarnation of Aphrodite made flesh." ASDKHDSGLKJGDSLKSNDDKFSJDFGJCMRWUEGFDNDSFJK She gasped happily at the poetic description. Kinsfire, do me a favor, and try some of these lines on a real woman some time. I hear mace is good for the sinuses, and derisive laughter is good for the soul.
He blushed even deeper than he currently was. "I'd like to have you teach me how to pleasure you with my tongue. Start by cutting it out. Then she won't have to hear all that crap that comes out of your mouth. Oddly enough, I want to see you dressed like you were the other day, where I can catch secret peeks at your extremely perfect breasts. They are exactly the right size for you, Hermione, and I could spend hours rhapsodising about them. Please don't. I'd prefer not to go to the ER tonight for alcohol poisoning. I said it to you before, and I repeat it. You are more beautiful than any other woman at Hogwarts, or anywhere else I’ve seen.” I don't believe it - I actually used the word rhapsodising …
“Even Cho or Fleur?” she asked, her voice saying that she already knew the answer she was going to get, and that she considered it a lie. Ew. Hermione's a manipulative little bitch.
“Yes, Hermione. But not Ginny. I'm planning on marrying her. Yes, they are attractive, but as I told your mother out on the beach, your real beauty is in here,” he replied, tapping his chest. “Your heart. You have a beautiful soul. I'm going to vomit now. I think I'll puke into a tupperware container and MAIL IT TO YOU, KINSFIRE. They just have beautiful appearances, and shallow souls. Except Fleur was not shallow. Maybe if you would stop kissing St. Hermione's ass for a minute, you would have noticed that. My love goes to the woman with the beautiful soul, who just happens to have a particularly sexy body to go with it.”
He locked eyes with her. "I'm aware that the rest of Hogwarts and the world may not agree with me. In my eyes, Hermione, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. And I don't care what the rest of the world says." Wow. Talk about a backhanded compliment! "I think you're pretty, but everyone else thinks you're ugly!"
Her eyes widened as she realized that he was telling her the truth. “You know that you just told me that you love me?” she asked quietly. WOW SO SURPRISING. IT'S NOT LIKE THAT'S BEEN HAMMERED INTO OUR SKULLS.
“I would never have said it, if you hadn’t admitted that you love me. I'm a coward that way. I still don’t feel worth it, to be honest. But if you love me, I refuse to hide my feelings from you anymore. I love you, Hermione Pothead … Granger.”
She smiled, walked over to him and sat on his lap in the chair, pressing his erection with a hot iron between them. Her breasts pressed against his body, and he moaned in sheer joy at how wonderful it felt to him. And I jizzed in my pants! The moan changed when he felt her lips mashing against his own, Mashing? Girl really needs to refine her technique. and his arms came I didn't know that was physically possible! around her body, one at her waist, and the other coming up into her hair and holding her head steady as he deepened the simple kiss. Simple kiss, my ass.
The kiss finally broke the sound barrier, and she gently rested her chin on his shoulder and whispered, "Harry, all you ask is yours. All that is mine to give is yours. You're going to give him your life savings? I hope so, because if Kinsfire starts in with the "precious gift" crap, I will force-feed him a sheep placenta. You need but ask. But I insist that you ask."
"What will your parents say about it? Are you kidding me? Her mother is probably hoping she can watch the video tape! As much as I want to make love to you; to feel you ... well, I don't even really know what it is I'm asking ... as much as I want that, I will not abuse their trust, and will not be the vehicle of the destruction of that trust. I don't care if I have to lock myself in the bathroom for an hour to release the pressure ..." An hour to masturbate? What is WRONG with you, Harry?
She smiled. "This is the Harry that my parents already love. I'm on a Muggle oral contraceptive, and have been for a while. I also took the time during the year to brew up some contraceptive potions. They store for a period of six months, and have a guaranteed duration of two weeks. Studies also show that they work well with Muggle contraceptives, improving the efficacy of both. That is dumb. I bet wizards have contraceptives that are completely effective, thus rendering BC pills unnecessary. And I don't think that anyone takes the Pill for fun. Considering I took my most recent potion dose yesterday, we could couple here on the floor Why the floor? Why not the bed? and not disengage for a week, A WEEK? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU LEFT HER WANG IN HER FOR A WEEK? and there would be no worries. This obvious ignores natural functions and such, but I think you get the idea."
"You're on contraceptives, but you're a virgin. Well, lots of women are on BC for other reasons. How long have you been planning to ... oh, sh ... that's a question that deserves a slap. Never mind."
She laughed. "You needed to ask it Harry, and there was no malice involved. I've have been planning to give my virginity to the man of my dreams for a while now. Situations did not allow me to jump him at the school as I had hoped might be the case, but we had every intention of bringing him on this trip." That's just creepy. She smiled. "My mother was quite well aware of what she was suggesting when she sent us here, Harry. We're open about sex and nudity, There's open, and then there's just plain creepy. and they know that the only man I intend to take inside me is the man I hope to marry someday." The muscle pinned between them twitched at that pronouncement, and she giggled. THAT'S NOT A MUSCLE, YOU TWIT.
So Hermione and Harry decide that they are going to get married eventually. How about you two take some time to GROW UP before you decide something that big, ok?
"Get over here," she growled seductively. That sounds unbelievably UNsexy. He stood with a smile and walked over to her. When he had reached her, she said, "Would my lord WHAT THE SHIT IS THIS please remove the rest of my swimsuit?"
His breath hitched, and he gently slid his thumbs under the cloth at her hips. He pulled down tentatively, but she placed her hands on his and pushed down forcefully. She heard his breathing stop as they slid over her hips, exposing her penis clean-shaven pubic region. OF COURSE IT'S CLEAN SHAVEN. BODY HAIR IS AN UNSPEAKABLE EVIL. He knelt before her to keep pulling the panties off, and leaned forward to gently kiss the exposed skin. She shuddered and said, "Harry, if you're going to do anything like that, let's go to my bedroom. My knees won't hold out long if you force me to remain standing for that." She stepped out of the bikini bottoms and led him toward her room.
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Harry followed her into her bedroom, where she stopped when she reached the end of her bed. Without a word, she put her thumbs in the waistband of his trunks and pulled down. She giggled when he struck her in the chin as he finally came free of the cloth. Sproioioioioing! "Sorry, Hermione," he said.
"My fault," she smiled. She knelt to push them all the way to the floor, and then leaned forward and ran her tongue up the length of his erection before gently surrounding the tip with her lips. He groaned at the astonishing sensation, and gently rested his hands on her head. Here's a tip: DON'T TOUCH HER HEAD WHILE SHE'S BLOWING YOU UNLESS SHE SAYS IT'S OK. Trust me. She continued for a few moments, sliding him a surprising distance inside her mouth a few times, OF COURSE SHE HAS NO GAG REFLEX before releasing him and standing with a smile. "Did my lord enjoy that?" Please stop that.
He blinked at her for several seconds, realizing that his mind simply would not let him create the necessary sounds to form words. Orrrrr...you have no idea how to describe it because the last woman who touched your penis was your mom. When she changed your diaper. He bent down somewhat to kiss her passionately, if a bit clumsily. He tentatively put his hand on her breast, and she broke the kiss. He started to remove his hand, but she captured it and pressed it more firmly to her breast. "You can be firm, Harry. I'll tell you if you hurt me."
He looked into her eyes and it suddenly struck him that this truly was not one of his dreams of her - he really was naked with a naked Hermione. NAKED NAKED NAKED He stood an actual chance of physically showing her how much he loved her. His eyes filled with blood. He had been dosed with rat poison, and he died painfully.
"What's wrong, Harry?" she asked in alarm.
"Nothing, Hermione. Everything is perfect." He pulled her close and hugged her tightly, willing her to feel the love he felt for her. She won't get that from a hug. Try porking her. When he released her, she had tears in her own eyes. "Will you teach me to give you pleasure, Hermione?"
"Lie down on the bed with me, then." She blushed. "I've never actually done it, but I've read a lot, and some of the girls have told me that it's enjoyable. So, when you say you've never done it, do you mean you've never performed or experienced cunnilingus? I was thinking of the two of us finding out together just how enjoyable that tongue can be." She laid down on the bed and tugged gently on Harry's hand.
Harry plays with Hermione's boobs. Then this happens:
"Wow," she breathed. "I've never come from playing with my nipples before! Look, I know that's possible, but in this context, it just seems WAY too much like wish fulfillment. Between my being so eager, and your incredible tongue … oh my God, am I going to enjoy being your wife!" Yeah...this may come as a shock to you, but marriage is NOT actually all about the sex.
"You really were serious?" he asked incredulously. "You really do want to be my wife?"
"It's one excuse for mind-numbing sex," she laughed. Growing serious, she said, "That's just a bonus, though. I want to wake up next to you, Harry. I want to sit in a drawing room with you, doing nothing but reading while you smile at me and read your paper. I want to argue with you so that we can have fun making up. I simply want to be with you, now and forever. How about the not-so-fun stuff? Are you going to bone all your troubles away? A little sex now and then wouldn't be amiss either," she finished with a grin.
He grinned as well and kissed between her breasts, and began to move his kisses down her body. When he reached her pubic area again, she gasped. "Oh my! I shave because of some of the bikinis I wear, but I've never been kissed there before. Really? It feels … tingly. In a very good way," she ended in a moan. Look, I don't think that being a virgin means you can't write porn. But you, Kinsfire, are giving all porn-writing virgins a bad name. He continued to kiss her gently, moving slightly lower with every kiss. Finally, he repositioned himself, and was facing her very wet sex I know that's technically correct, but...no. Just no. between her widely spread legs. "Yes, Harry - please …die"
He gently kissed the area before him, and she shuddered. His lips were wet with her now, and he stuck his tongue out to lick his lips, brushing the tip of his tongue against her. Against her what? Her knees? Her earlobe? Be more specific. "Oh …" she gasped. "Please Harry, don't torture me … " She smiled and stuck his tongue out even further, slipping it gently inside her nostril. She responded by gently closing her legs around his neck and locking her ankles together. He was suffocated. He moved closer and began to thrust his tongue into her, drawing delighted gasps out of her with each thrust. He grinned internally and decided to do something he'd read in one of those magazines that Dudley had left lying around once …. Dudley reads Cosmo?
His tongue began to explore. Somewhere around here is supposed to be someplace that will drive her crazy if I … She bucked upwards as he found a small nub. HOW LONG IS HIS TONGUE HOLY SHIT THAT IS DISTURBING Aha! He began to tease that nub mercilessly, and was amused by the bouncing she was doing on the bed. He let his eyes travel up her body as best he could from this position, and was amused to see her gripping the posts. She was panting incoherently, but suddenly started making an odd mewling noise deep in her throat. This is the least sexy sex scene I have ever read. He stopped in alarm, but was rather forcefully informed that he should continue his ministrations. As her hands now held his head rather than the posts, he had no choice, and was no longer worried about the sound she was making. It got louder, and suddenly she was crying out an incoherent noise that sounded full of joy. She bucked against him for a time as he continued to torture her, but finally stopped as he could no longer breathe, and forcefully pulled away from her. Let's recap: Harry hits Hermione's g-spot. With his TONGUE. Please learn more biology before you write any more sex scenes, ok?
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When she was capable of speech again, Hermione looked at the man lying next to her with a grin on his face and a bullet in his head. He looked so perfectly happy and dead. "Two things. First - who taught you how to do that? Second - why are you grinning so widely?"
"Both questions are answered by the same thing. Dudley. For the first ever in my life, I've been with a woman, and did something to … well …"
"Make her come?" she asked with a laugh. "You mean to tell me that what you just did with your tongue comes naturally to you?!" Good sex takes practice.
"I guess so," he admitted.
The grin that appeared threatened to split her face. "Oh, the fan club is going to be so jealous. He's all mine, and he's got a tongue to turn a woman into his sex slave!" I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST READ THAT. WHAT THE HELL.
He blinked. "Sex slave? Fan club?" he finally squeaked.
She laughed a throaty laugh that made him twitch. Trust me, it's making me twitch, too. "Unofficial, of course, because we'd have had to approach you for your blessing. And the way you used that tongue on me, oh my GOD are you going to be incredible once you've trained up that native talent of yours! I'll be your sex slave, Harry," she murmured. "Just ask, and I'll try it, at least once." Really? Well, I'm really in to KILLING PEOPLE. How about you let me try that. Just once.
"I'll admit right now that I'm too worked up after that to want anything more than what any of us guys seem to want." Just guys? She looked at him, and he realized that he was going to have to say it. "I want to be inside you, Hermione. I want us to be one. Please." Did you have to use that many words? How about: "Let's fuck!"
She smiled and pushed him onto his back. "Let me be on top, Harry," she said, straddling him. As she pinned his erection against his body, she could feel herself pulsing against him. I wonder if he can feel that? Nope! We women have zero nerve endings in our genital region.
"Wow," he breathed. "Am I imagining things, or are you … umm … throbbing? Against me, I mean?" He was a brilliant scarlet colour. Yes. Humans have blood flow to their genitals. You know, that's how men get erections. Not because of a MUSCLE.
"I guess that answers that question," she purred at him. "That's what you did to me, Harry. That's my heartbeat you're feeling. You're going to feel that surrounding you in just a minute." She slid up his body until she could kiss him, which he returned with considerable interest, his arms wrapping around her, strangling her.
When the kiss broke, she whispered, "You kiss wonderfully, no matter which pair of lips."
He blushed furiously again as he breathed in her ear, "I rather liked how you reacted to my French kissing." French kissing? Don't you mean Australian kissing? He laughed quietly as he felt her blush and moaned slightly as he felt her pulse against him slightly.
"I think it's time to reward you for being such a wonderful man," she said in reply, and shifted her position some more such that his erection now pressed against her opening. So sex is a reward now. Greaaaat. She began to slide back down his body, making the both of them shiver from the delicious sensations flowing through them both. "Oh my God, it's even better than when I use a vibrator," she gasped. Harry's wang vibrates? Wow. "You're so … oh my God, you're stretching me …."
"Stop!" he said, worried. "If I'm hurting you, we stop right now."
She panted in his ear, "I didn't say you were hurting me, I said you were stretching me. Wonderfully, I might add. I might not get you … oh God … all the way in before I start coming again." Yeah...no. It doesn't usually work like that. She continued to slide backwards. "You can thrust to help me, you know."
"I'm afraid of hurting you. I may have been a vir … oh God, what a squeeze … virgin until a sec … ohmigod you're so tight … second ago, but I know I'm … oh …a little teapot!" he growled.
"… bigger than most men," she finished for him. "I can take it all. OF COURSE SHE CAN! I'm a very lucky girl that way." She growled and pushed back harder, and moaned as she felt him finally thrust upwards to help her, making their pelvises touch. "Told you," she panted victoriously. She sat up and squeezed him as hard as she could manage with the muscles throbbing against his. She moaned out a giggle as he pulsed once inside her, and grabbed her hips. Ok! Time for another drink!
"Oh my god I love you, Hermione," he gasped. It sounded almost like a sob, and she could see the tears in his eyes. "What did I do to deserve you?" You were a horrible person. The two of you deserve each other.
She didn't speak, she simply began to gently bounce atop him, and knew that she simply was not going to make it much longer without exploding again. Sue Assassins had loaded them with C4. His fingers dug into her hips and he began to thrust upwards erratically, and as she plunged over the edge into another orgasm, she felt him begin to pulse inside her, and felt his orgasm explode into her. Aaaaaand, we've got erotic cliche bingo!
Chapter 4 ~ Table of Contents ~ Chapter 6
Chapter 5
Back in the hotel room, Harry closed the door and turned around to a surprise. Hermione was reaching behind her back, and a moment later, had peeled the bikini bra over her head. Well, what did you think she was taking you back to the room for, pancakes? "You'll need to get used to this, Harry. My family is clothing optional. OH NOT THE NUDISTS AGAIN PLEASE NO If you're going to be living with us, you'll see me, Mom, and Dad in the nude occasionally. We've tended to stay dressed for you." Well, at least they're SLIGHTLY more considerate than the Granger-Potters of Hogwarts Exposed. She laughed. “Besides, back in the hospital, you wanted to peel me out of my top so that you could gaze longingly at my perfect breasts, I think you said?”
“I verbalized that?” he asked, going white again.
“No, but I read lips HOW CONVENIENT, and you mouthed it. I don’t think they’re perfect - they’re too small. Please. This is HarmonyLand. I'm sure they're at LEAST a D. But you seem to like them.” Yeah, but who doesn't like boobs?
Harry nodded blankly as he sat down heavily in the nearest chair. He was feeling mildly dizzy and light-headed. "Hermione," he finally managed to croak, "do you have any idea of the hell I'm going to be going through living near you?" Oh relax. She's going to bone you, and then all will be well.
"Why would it be hell?" she asked, obviously a little hurt.
"You set me on fire! heard me out there. Not only am I in love with you but …" He motioned at her body, and all he could do was finally motion in an hourglass manner. I've been sitting here for five minutes trying to think of something clever to say about that, but I've got nothing. I think I'll have another drink instead.
"Say it, Harry. "Vampire." Oops. Wrong shitty fic. Be as blunt as you want. I promise not to slap you for it."
He laughed. "Leaving punching open as an option," he grinned. Why would she punch you for finding her sexually attractive?
She returned the laugh as she said, "I promise not to intentionally hurt you for what you want to say. No kicking, punching, or slapping. Any biting will be intended to be mutually satisfying." I guess I was wrong. Maybe this is Twilight. She was smiling widely as she said that last.
"You really want me to say what's going through my mind?" he asked, a little green. You're not the only one who's a little green! She nodded brightly. "I want to make love to you, Hermione. I want to caress your body with my oafish hands. Oafish? What teenager would use that word? I want to pretend I'm a baby at those sexy nipples of yours AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH NOT SEXY NOT SEXY NOT SEXY, and someday I want to get practice at planting a baby between your absolutely magnificent legs." Planting a baby? Kinsfire, what DID they teach you in sex ed? He was blushing furiously, not believing that he was actually saying these things to her. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE SAYING THOSE THINGS EITHER.
Why are you worried about her punching you, Harry? If my husband ever said anything like that, I'd probably laugh myself into the hospital. After vomiting, of course. And checking for pods in the basement.
"You may not agree, but to me you are the incarnation of Aphrodite made flesh." ASDKHDSGLKJGDSLKSNDDKFSJDFGJCMRWUEGFDNDSFJK She gasped happily at the poetic description. Kinsfire, do me a favor, and try some of these lines on a real woman some time. I hear mace is good for the sinuses, and derisive laughter is good for the soul.
He blushed even deeper than he currently was. "I'd like to have you teach me how to pleasure you with my tongue. Start by cutting it out. Then she won't have to hear all that crap that comes out of your mouth. Oddly enough, I want to see you dressed like you were the other day, where I can catch secret peeks at your extremely perfect breasts. They are exactly the right size for you, Hermione, and I could spend hours rhapsodising about them. Please don't. I'd prefer not to go to the ER tonight for alcohol poisoning. I said it to you before, and I repeat it. You are more beautiful than any other woman at Hogwarts, or anywhere else I’ve seen.” I don't believe it - I actually used the word rhapsodising …
“Even Cho or Fleur?” she asked, her voice saying that she already knew the answer she was going to get, and that she considered it a lie. Ew. Hermione's a manipulative little bitch.
“Yes, Hermione. But not Ginny. I'm planning on marrying her. Yes, they are attractive, but as I told your mother out on the beach, your real beauty is in here,” he replied, tapping his chest. “Your heart. You have a beautiful soul. I'm going to vomit now. I think I'll puke into a tupperware container and MAIL IT TO YOU, KINSFIRE. They just have beautiful appearances, and shallow souls. Except Fleur was not shallow. Maybe if you would stop kissing St. Hermione's ass for a minute, you would have noticed that. My love goes to the woman with the beautiful soul, who just happens to have a particularly sexy body to go with it.”
He locked eyes with her. "I'm aware that the rest of Hogwarts and the world may not agree with me. In my eyes, Hermione, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. And I don't care what the rest of the world says." Wow. Talk about a backhanded compliment! "I think you're pretty, but everyone else thinks you're ugly!"
Her eyes widened as she realized that he was telling her the truth. “You know that you just told me that you love me?” she asked quietly. WOW SO SURPRISING. IT'S NOT LIKE THAT'S BEEN HAMMERED INTO OUR SKULLS.
“I would never have said it, if you hadn’t admitted that you love me. I'm a coward that way. I still don’t feel worth it, to be honest. But if you love me, I refuse to hide my feelings from you anymore. I love you, Hermione Pothead … Granger.”
She smiled, walked over to him and sat on his lap in the chair, pressing his erection with a hot iron between them. Her breasts pressed against his body, and he moaned in sheer joy at how wonderful it felt to him. And I jizzed in my pants! The moan changed when he felt her lips mashing against his own, Mashing? Girl really needs to refine her technique. and his arms came I didn't know that was physically possible! around her body, one at her waist, and the other coming up into her hair and holding her head steady as he deepened the simple kiss. Simple kiss, my ass.
The kiss finally broke the sound barrier, and she gently rested her chin on his shoulder and whispered, "Harry, all you ask is yours. All that is mine to give is yours. You're going to give him your life savings? I hope so, because if Kinsfire starts in with the "precious gift" crap, I will force-feed him a sheep placenta. You need but ask. But I insist that you ask."
"What will your parents say about it? Are you kidding me? Her mother is probably hoping she can watch the video tape! As much as I want to make love to you; to feel you ... well, I don't even really know what it is I'm asking ... as much as I want that, I will not abuse their trust, and will not be the vehicle of the destruction of that trust. I don't care if I have to lock myself in the bathroom for an hour to release the pressure ..." An hour to masturbate? What is WRONG with you, Harry?
She smiled. "This is the Harry that my parents already love. I'm on a Muggle oral contraceptive, and have been for a while. I also took the time during the year to brew up some contraceptive potions. They store for a period of six months, and have a guaranteed duration of two weeks. Studies also show that they work well with Muggle contraceptives, improving the efficacy of both. That is dumb. I bet wizards have contraceptives that are completely effective, thus rendering BC pills unnecessary. And I don't think that anyone takes the Pill for fun. Considering I took my most recent potion dose yesterday, we could couple here on the floor Why the floor? Why not the bed? and not disengage for a week, A WEEK? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU LEFT HER WANG IN HER FOR A WEEK? and there would be no worries. This obvious ignores natural functions and such, but I think you get the idea."
"You're on contraceptives, but you're a virgin. Well, lots of women are on BC for other reasons. How long have you been planning to ... oh, sh ... that's a question that deserves a slap. Never mind."
She laughed. "You needed to ask it Harry, and there was no malice involved. I've have been planning to give my virginity to the man of my dreams for a while now. Situations did not allow me to jump him at the school as I had hoped might be the case, but we had every intention of bringing him on this trip." That's just creepy. She smiled. "My mother was quite well aware of what she was suggesting when she sent us here, Harry. We're open about sex and nudity, There's open, and then there's just plain creepy. and they know that the only man I intend to take inside me is the man I hope to marry someday." The muscle pinned between them twitched at that pronouncement, and she giggled. THAT'S NOT A MUSCLE, YOU TWIT.
So Hermione and Harry decide that they are going to get married eventually. How about you two take some time to GROW UP before you decide something that big, ok?
"Get over here," she growled seductively. That sounds unbelievably UNsexy. He stood with a smile and walked over to her. When he had reached her, she said, "Would my lord WHAT THE SHIT IS THIS please remove the rest of my swimsuit?"
His breath hitched, and he gently slid his thumbs under the cloth at her hips. He pulled down tentatively, but she placed her hands on his and pushed down forcefully. She heard his breathing stop as they slid over her hips, exposing her penis clean-shaven pubic region. OF COURSE IT'S CLEAN SHAVEN. BODY HAIR IS AN UNSPEAKABLE EVIL. He knelt before her to keep pulling the panties off, and leaned forward to gently kiss the exposed skin. She shuddered and said, "Harry, if you're going to do anything like that, let's go to my bedroom. My knees won't hold out long if you force me to remain standing for that." She stepped out of the bikini bottoms and led him toward her room.
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Harry followed her into her bedroom, where she stopped when she reached the end of her bed. Without a word, she put her thumbs in the waistband of his trunks and pulled down. She giggled when he struck her in the chin as he finally came free of the cloth. Sproioioioioing! "Sorry, Hermione," he said.
"My fault," she smiled. She knelt to push them all the way to the floor, and then leaned forward and ran her tongue up the length of his erection before gently surrounding the tip with her lips. He groaned at the astonishing sensation, and gently rested his hands on her head. Here's a tip: DON'T TOUCH HER HEAD WHILE SHE'S BLOWING YOU UNLESS SHE SAYS IT'S OK. Trust me. She continued for a few moments, sliding him a surprising distance inside her mouth a few times, OF COURSE SHE HAS NO GAG REFLEX before releasing him and standing with a smile. "Did my lord enjoy that?" Please stop that.
He blinked at her for several seconds, realizing that his mind simply would not let him create the necessary sounds to form words. Orrrrr...you have no idea how to describe it because the last woman who touched your penis was your mom. When she changed your diaper. He bent down somewhat to kiss her passionately, if a bit clumsily. He tentatively put his hand on her breast, and she broke the kiss. He started to remove his hand, but she captured it and pressed it more firmly to her breast. "You can be firm, Harry. I'll tell you if you hurt me."
He looked into her eyes and it suddenly struck him that this truly was not one of his dreams of her - he really was naked with a naked Hermione. NAKED NAKED NAKED He stood an actual chance of physically showing her how much he loved her. His eyes filled with blood. He had been dosed with rat poison, and he died painfully.
"What's wrong, Harry?" she asked in alarm.
"Nothing, Hermione. Everything is perfect." He pulled her close and hugged her tightly, willing her to feel the love he felt for her. She won't get that from a hug. Try porking her. When he released her, she had tears in her own eyes. "Will you teach me to give you pleasure, Hermione?"
"Lie down on the bed with me, then." She blushed. "I've never actually done it, but I've read a lot, and some of the girls have told me that it's enjoyable. So, when you say you've never done it, do you mean you've never performed or experienced cunnilingus? I was thinking of the two of us finding out together just how enjoyable that tongue can be." She laid down on the bed and tugged gently on Harry's hand.
Harry plays with Hermione's boobs. Then this happens:
"Wow," she breathed. "I've never come from playing with my nipples before! Look, I know that's possible, but in this context, it just seems WAY too much like wish fulfillment. Between my being so eager, and your incredible tongue … oh my God, am I going to enjoy being your wife!" Yeah...this may come as a shock to you, but marriage is NOT actually all about the sex.
"You really were serious?" he asked incredulously. "You really do want to be my wife?"
"It's one excuse for mind-numbing sex," she laughed. Growing serious, she said, "That's just a bonus, though. I want to wake up next to you, Harry. I want to sit in a drawing room with you, doing nothing but reading while you smile at me and read your paper. I want to argue with you so that we can have fun making up. I simply want to be with you, now and forever. How about the not-so-fun stuff? Are you going to bone all your troubles away? A little sex now and then wouldn't be amiss either," she finished with a grin.
He grinned as well and kissed between her breasts, and began to move his kisses down her body. When he reached her pubic area again, she gasped. "Oh my! I shave because of some of the bikinis I wear, but I've never been kissed there before. Really? It feels … tingly. In a very good way," she ended in a moan. Look, I don't think that being a virgin means you can't write porn. But you, Kinsfire, are giving all porn-writing virgins a bad name. He continued to kiss her gently, moving slightly lower with every kiss. Finally, he repositioned himself, and was facing her very wet sex I know that's technically correct, but...no. Just no. between her widely spread legs. "Yes, Harry - please …die"
He gently kissed the area before him, and she shuddered. His lips were wet with her now, and he stuck his tongue out to lick his lips, brushing the tip of his tongue against her. Against her what? Her knees? Her earlobe? Be more specific. "Oh …" she gasped. "Please Harry, don't torture me … " She smiled and stuck his tongue out even further, slipping it gently inside her nostril. She responded by gently closing her legs around his neck and locking her ankles together. He was suffocated. He moved closer and began to thrust his tongue into her, drawing delighted gasps out of her with each thrust. He grinned internally and decided to do something he'd read in one of those magazines that Dudley had left lying around once …. Dudley reads Cosmo?
His tongue began to explore. Somewhere around here is supposed to be someplace that will drive her crazy if I … She bucked upwards as he found a small nub. HOW LONG IS HIS TONGUE HOLY SHIT THAT IS DISTURBING Aha! He began to tease that nub mercilessly, and was amused by the bouncing she was doing on the bed. He let his eyes travel up her body as best he could from this position, and was amused to see her gripping the posts. She was panting incoherently, but suddenly started making an odd mewling noise deep in her throat. This is the least sexy sex scene I have ever read. He stopped in alarm, but was rather forcefully informed that he should continue his ministrations. As her hands now held his head rather than the posts, he had no choice, and was no longer worried about the sound she was making. It got louder, and suddenly she was crying out an incoherent noise that sounded full of joy. She bucked against him for a time as he continued to torture her, but finally stopped as he could no longer breathe, and forcefully pulled away from her. Let's recap: Harry hits Hermione's g-spot. With his TONGUE. Please learn more biology before you write any more sex scenes, ok?
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When she was capable of speech again, Hermione looked at the man lying next to her with a grin on his face and a bullet in his head. He looked so perfectly happy and dead. "Two things. First - who taught you how to do that? Second - why are you grinning so widely?"
"Both questions are answered by the same thing. Dudley. For the first ever in my life, I've been with a woman, and did something to … well …"
"Make her come?" she asked with a laugh. "You mean to tell me that what you just did with your tongue comes naturally to you?!" Good sex takes practice.
"I guess so," he admitted.
The grin that appeared threatened to split her face. "Oh, the fan club is going to be so jealous. He's all mine, and he's got a tongue to turn a woman into his sex slave!" I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST READ THAT. WHAT THE HELL.
He blinked. "Sex slave? Fan club?" he finally squeaked.
She laughed a throaty laugh that made him twitch. Trust me, it's making me twitch, too. "Unofficial, of course, because we'd have had to approach you for your blessing. And the way you used that tongue on me, oh my GOD are you going to be incredible once you've trained up that native talent of yours! I'll be your sex slave, Harry," she murmured. "Just ask, and I'll try it, at least once." Really? Well, I'm really in to KILLING PEOPLE. How about you let me try that. Just once.
"I'll admit right now that I'm too worked up after that to want anything more than what any of us guys seem to want." Just guys? She looked at him, and he realized that he was going to have to say it. "I want to be inside you, Hermione. I want us to be one. Please." Did you have to use that many words? How about: "Let's fuck!"
She smiled and pushed him onto his back. "Let me be on top, Harry," she said, straddling him. As she pinned his erection against his body, she could feel herself pulsing against him. I wonder if he can feel that? Nope! We women have zero nerve endings in our genital region.
"Wow," he breathed. "Am I imagining things, or are you … umm … throbbing? Against me, I mean?" He was a brilliant scarlet colour. Yes. Humans have blood flow to their genitals. You know, that's how men get erections. Not because of a MUSCLE.
"I guess that answers that question," she purred at him. "That's what you did to me, Harry. That's my heartbeat you're feeling. You're going to feel that surrounding you in just a minute." She slid up his body until she could kiss him, which he returned with considerable interest, his arms wrapping around her, strangling her.
When the kiss broke, she whispered, "You kiss wonderfully, no matter which pair of lips."
He blushed furiously again as he breathed in her ear, "I rather liked how you reacted to my French kissing." French kissing? Don't you mean Australian kissing? He laughed quietly as he felt her blush and moaned slightly as he felt her pulse against him slightly.
"I think it's time to reward you for being such a wonderful man," she said in reply, and shifted her position some more such that his erection now pressed against her opening. So sex is a reward now. Greaaaat. She began to slide back down his body, making the both of them shiver from the delicious sensations flowing through them both. "Oh my God, it's even better than when I use a vibrator," she gasped. Harry's wang vibrates? Wow. "You're so … oh my God, you're stretching me …."
"Stop!" he said, worried. "If I'm hurting you, we stop right now."
She panted in his ear, "I didn't say you were hurting me, I said you were stretching me. Wonderfully, I might add. I might not get you … oh God … all the way in before I start coming again." Yeah...no. It doesn't usually work like that. She continued to slide backwards. "You can thrust to help me, you know."
"I'm afraid of hurting you. I may have been a vir … oh God, what a squeeze … virgin until a sec … ohmigod you're so tight … second ago, but I know I'm … oh …a little teapot!" he growled.
"… bigger than most men," she finished for him. "I can take it all. OF COURSE SHE CAN! I'm a very lucky girl that way." She growled and pushed back harder, and moaned as she felt him finally thrust upwards to help her, making their pelvises touch. "Told you," she panted victoriously. She sat up and squeezed him as hard as she could manage with the muscles throbbing against his. She moaned out a giggle as he pulsed once inside her, and grabbed her hips. Ok! Time for another drink!
"Oh my god I love you, Hermione," he gasped. It sounded almost like a sob, and she could see the tears in his eyes. "What did I do to deserve you?" You were a horrible person. The two of you deserve each other.
She didn't speak, she simply began to gently bounce atop him, and knew that she simply was not going to make it much longer without exploding again. Sue Assassins had loaded them with C4. His fingers dug into her hips and he began to thrust upwards erratically, and as she plunged over the edge into another orgasm, she felt him begin to pulse inside her, and felt his orgasm explode into her. Aaaaaand, we've got erotic cliche bingo!
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