A test run with Hermione

Harry didn’t move to pick up his clothes, instead he looked Hermione up and down. “You know, if there’s one thing I’ve learnt with potions its that you should always test one before you need it.”

“What?” Hermione said, looking away from Harry’s naked body only to end up staring at it reflected four times in the mirrors.

“Well if I take your potion on the night with Rita and then it turns out to be a dud, that could ruin the whole plan.”

Hermione caught on to the flirting undertone in Harry’s voice and couldn’t help but smile. “So you want a test run, is that it?”

Her smile made Harry’s cock start to stir between his legs. “That’s right.”

“And what are you going to do once it’s taken effect?”

“I’m sure I can think of something,” Harry looked her up and down again in a way she couldn’t miss.

Hermione paused for a moment, looked around the room. Their little secret room. A place for fantasies. “Alright,” she handed him the bottle again. “Just a sip though, remember.”

Harry uncorked it and they both could smell the potion. It was warm, musk and spices, somehow virile. The sip felt like whiskey going down his throat, albeit thicker. It left a satisfying burn that radiated out through his body and then seemed to coalesce, focus itself, and rush to his loins.

“Oh my god,” he heard Hermione say quietly. He opened his eyes and saw she was staring at his cock. It was as hard as it had ever been in his life, veins pulsing along its rigid length.

“How…” Hermione searched for words, “how do you feel?”

“Good,” Harry said, reaching down to grab the base of his cock. “Fucking great even.”

“It’s definitely working,” Hermione giggled, her cheeks flushed.

“Come here,” Harry said and she did as he asked without thinking. He took her hand and placed it on his penis.

She let out a small shivering gasp as she tried to wrap her fingers around the girth. “It’s so warm.” She looked up into Harry’s eyes, the eyes of a friend in an unfamiliar, gorgeous face. This hadn’t been part of her plan but she couldn’t bring herself to object as Harry slowly guided her hand up and down the length of his cock. He groaned as her fingers reached the tip and she felt a warm stickiness spreading on her skin.

“Fuck, Hermione,” Harry rolled his head back as she picked up the pace, covering his cock with the copious, slick precum the Stallionus potion was making him create.

Feeling a strange urge to taste it, she let go and sucked a generous helping off her finger. She moaned, lips pursed around her fingertip as she swallowed. “Mmm, delicious.”

“Want some more?”

The small room filled with groans and wet sucking sounds as Harry sat on the couch and let Hermione worship his magic-infused cock. He didn’t know if she had much experience but she certainly had enthusiasm, diving between his legs to kiss and lick every inch. When she smooched her way up the length of his cock and finally took the throbbing head between her lips, it was just about the greatest feeling Harry had ever had. Her tongue swirled around the tip as she slowly started to bob her head, getting her mouth used to the thick, hot intruder. Harry looked over at the mirrors along the opposite wall and was treated to the sight of Hermione’s skirt riding up, showing her creamy pale thighs rubbing together as she sucked him deeper. He reached across and flipped the skirt up, revealing her perfect little underwear-clad ass. White cotton panties, just as he’d imagined. White, that is, except for the dark patch at the crotch, wet with her juices and growing.

Hermione pulled herself off his cock for a moment, strands of spit and precum painting her lips and chins, and looked up at him. She reached back to pull her panties to the side. Harry stared in awe at her tight, dripping pussy, the lips parting slightly as Hermione stuck out her ass to expose the sweet inner pinkness.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Hermione,” Harry said, his hand moving to cup the back of her head.

Hermione didn’t respond, she just opened her mouth and swallowed the head of his cock again. She went deeper this time, gagging slightly as he hit the back of her throat. Harry kept his hand in her hair, guiding her as she worked inch after inch between her lips. She played with his big, swollen balls with one hand and the other moved between her thighs. She spread her pussy lips further with her fingers, putting on a show for her friend, and then started rubbing her clit in tight circles.

“That’s right, just like that,” Harry groaned, his grip firmer now, pushing her down onto his cock as she gagged and moaned around his meat. “Gonna make me cum.”

Hermione’s tongue went into overdrive when she heard that, bathing the underside of his cock. She wanted to see what kind of orgasm that potion could imbue, wanted to taste it. Her fingers moved rapidly over her clit. She could feel juices running down her thighs, stickiness coating her chin and cheeks, she felt depraved and she loved it. She **** Harry’s cock down her throat until she felt his pubic hair tickling her nose and she could barely think to breathe.

“Fuck!” Harry’s hips bucked against her. His balls pulsed between her fingers. She felt the thick cockhead lodged in her throat swelling and she knew what was coming, pulling back until just the tip was still between her lips. Harry roared as magic-laced cum erupted into Hermione’s mouth, thick hot ropes filling her up faster than she could swallow and spurting out down her chin. It tasted even better than his precum. Harry’s orgasm seemed to last for ages, coming in waves that made him quiver. His cock slipped from her mouth and she grabbed it by the root with both hands, milking the last few spurts out onto her face and waiting tongue. Finally, the waves receded and the two separated. Hermione rocked back onto her knees panting, Harry fell back onto the couch. He watched her play with his cum for a while, giggling and scooping the thick stallion sperm into her mouth.

“I’d say that was a successful test run,” she eventually said, licking her fingertip.

Harry laughed and stretched himself out. His whole body felt limp, drained by the **** of that climax and Hermione’s gifted mouth. Well, almost his whole body. His cock still stood proud and throbbing with life, as if he hadn’t just had the strongest, most intense orgasm he’d ever known.

“Wow,” Hermione leaned over and gently traced a vein along the length of his shaft with her finger, making him purr. “I told you the potion was effective.”