Chapter Six

Hermione's breath came in ragged gasps as Viktor's tongue continued its relentless **** on her senses, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She could feel his broad shoulders pressing against her thighs, holding her in place as he devoured her with a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating. His hands, those large, calloused hands, were everywhere—gripping her hips, caressing her breasts, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

"More," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. Viktor's groan vibrated against her, sending shivers down her spine. His tongue pressed deeper, his fingers spreading her wider as he feasted on her.

Viktor groaned against her, the vibration making her thighs twitch. "You beg so sweetly," he murmured, lifting his head just enough to meet her hazy gaze. His lips glistened with her arousal. "But I will take my time with you, malka lvitsa."

His tongue dragged another slow, torturous stripe up her slit before circling her clit with featherlight flicks. Hermione gasped, her hips jerking against his mouth—but his grip on her thighs tightened, holding her down effortlessly.

His breath was hot against her slick flesh as he chuckled darkly at her squirming. “Patience,” he murmured, dragging the tip of his tongue in slow, teasing circles around her clit. “You will come when I say.”

Hermione whimpered, her thighs trembling under his relentless grip. Every flick of his tongue sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her, coiling tighter and tighter in her core. She could feel his own arousal pressing insistently against the mattress beneath him, thick and heavy between his legs, but he seemed entirely focused on her pleasure.

“Viktor—please—” she gasped, her fingers twisting in the sheets.

Viktor’s dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction as Hermione writhed beneath him, her breath coming in **** little gasps. He could feel the way her thighs trembled, the way her hips jerked helplessly against his mouth—her body begging for release.

“Da, malka lvitsa,” he murmured against her slick folds, his voice rough with lust. “Now you may come.”

With that, he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked—hard.

Hermione’s back arched off the bed as pleasure exploded through her, white-hot and overwhelming.

Hermione’s entire body went rigid as Viktor’s tongue flicked mercilessly against her oversensitive clit, dragging the climax out until she was sobbing into her own forearm. His massive hands pinned her hips down as she bucked against his mouth, her vision spotting with white-hot pleasure.

“Dah...oh fuck!” she gasped nonsensically, her thighs quivering as Viktor lapped up every last shuddering pulse of her release. His low chuckle vibrated against her swollen flesh, his stubble scraping deliciously against her inner thighs.

“You say such strange things when you come,” Viktor murmured, lifting his head just enough to smirk up at her.

Hermione’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her skin still tingling from the aftershocks. Viktor’s smirk deepened as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“You taste even sweeter when you come,” he murmured, his thick fingers tracing slow, possessive circles on her inner thigh. His touch burned against her sensitive skin, making her shiver.

Hermione swallowed hard, her pulse still racing. “Viktor, I—”

Before she could finish, he leaned down again, this time pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss just above her trembling core.

Viktor’s smirk widened as he gazed up at Hermione, her chest still heaving from the aftershocks of her orgasm. He could see the lingering flush on her cheeks, and her lips were parted slightly, inviting him to claim them. Without a word, he rose to his knees, his towering frame casting a shadow over her. His massive hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as he positioned himself between her legs.

“Again,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. Hermione’s eyes widened as he leaned down, his hot breath teasing her sensitive flesh once more.

The room seemed to spin around Hermione as Viktor’s relentless pursuit of her pleasure showed no signs of abating. His hands, powerful yet gentle, held her in place as his mouth continued its exquisite ****. Each flick of his tongue, each press of his lips, sent her spiraling closer to another climax. She could feel the heat building again, her breath catching in her throat as Viktor’s fingers danced across her skin, teasing and tantalizing her. “Viktor, please,” she begged, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. But he didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, his desire to give her pleasure driving him forward.

Hermione’s fingers twisted into the sheets as Viktor’s tongue circled her throbbing clit with relentless precision. “Oh god—Viktor, I can’t—!” she choked out, her thighs clamping around his broad shoulders.

His deep chuckle vibrated against her as he pinned her hips harder to the mattress. “You will,” he growled, his thick Bulgarian accent roughening with desire. One hand slid up her trembling stomach to cup her heavy breast, rolling the stiff peak between his fingers. “Scream for me, malenkaya.”

Her back arched violently as the coil inside her snapped—a raw, shattered cry tore from her throat as her vision whited out.

Viktor didn’t let up, his tongue dragging slow, wet strokes through her dripping folds as she writhed beneath him, oversensitive and trembling. His fingers tightened possessively on her hip, holding her still as he lapped up every last shuddering pulse of her climax.

Hermione’s vision swam back into focus slowly, her breath still coming in ragged little gasps. She blinked up at the enchanted ceiling of Viktor’s cabin, where the reflection of the Black Lake cast rippling blue shadows across the dark wood. A warm weight pressed against her side—Viktor had stretched out beside her, propped up on one elbow, watching her with those dark, intense eyes. His usual stern expression had softened into something almost tender, the corner of his mouth quirking in a faint, satisfied smile.

“You… you’re just going to stare at me now?” Hermione managed, her voice hoarse.

Viktor’s smirk deepened as his thumb traced idle circles on her hipbone. "Da, I stare," he rumbled, his voice thick with amusement. "You look like painting when you come—cheeks pink, lips swollen, eyes dark." His calloused fingers slid up to brush a damp curl from her forehead with surprising gentleness. "Better than Durmstrang trophies."

Hermione shivered as his knuckles grazed her overheated skin. "T-that’s absurd," she stammered, though her pulse jumped when his hand drifted lower, fingertips skimming the quivering inside of her thigh.

Viktor’s chuckle was dark velvet.

Viktor’s chuckle was dark velvet. "Absurd?" His thumb pressed into the soft skin of her inner thigh, making her breath hitch. "Then tell me to stop." His other hand traced the curve of her waist, fingertips branding her with their heat.

Hermione’s lips parted, but no protest came. Instead, her legs shifted wider—just an inch—but it was enough. Viktor’s grin turned wolfish.

"Ah," he murmured, leaning down so his breath ghosted over her damp skin. "So the brilliant witch likes being my painting." His tongue flicked once, lazily, over her swollen clit, and Hermione whimpered.

Viktor shifted his massive frame, his intent clear as he moved to position himself above Hermione. His broad shoulders loomed over her, casting a shadow that contrasted with the soft glow of the enchanted ceiling. Hermione’s breath caught as she felt the weight of his gaze, his dark eyes filled with desire and anticipation. But before he could lower himself, Hermione placed a gentle but firm hand on his chest, her fingers splayed across the expanse of his muscular torso.

“Viktor, wait,” she whispered, her voice tinged with a mix of longing and apprehension.

Viktor stilled instantly, his muscles tensing beneath her palm. His dark brows drew together as he searched her face. "You are having doubts?" His voice was rough but carefully controlled, thumb stroking the inside of her wrist where it rested against his pounding heartbeat. To his delight she shakes her head.

Hermione bit her lip, fingers flexing against Viktor’s chest as she gathered her courage. "I—I want to be on top," she breathed, her cheeks flushing darker. "At least at first. You're... rather large, and I'd like to—to control how much I take."

Viktor exhaled sharply through his nose, his grip tightening almost imperceptibly on her hips before he **** himself to relax. "Da," he rasped, rolling onto his back in one fluid motion. The mattress groaned beneath his weight as he settled against the pillows, his arousal jutting thick and heavy against his stomach. His dark eyes never left hers as he guided her trembling thighs to straddle him.

Hermione's breath hitched as her fingers finally brushed against Viktor's thick length, her delicate hand barely able to wrap halfway around his girth. "Merlin," she whispered, watching her own fingers turn ghostly pale against his flushed, veined flesh.

Viktor groaned through clenched teeth, his hips twitching upward as her tentative touch explored him. "Mmm—careful, malenkaya," he rumbled, his voice rough with restraint. His massive hands hovered near her hips, trembling slightly as he resisted the urge to grab her.

She swallowed hard, tracing the slick bead of precum at his tip with her thumb, marveling at how it stretched into a thin strand before breaking. "Does... She swallowed hard, tracing the slick bead of precum at his tip with her thumb, marveling at how it stretched into a thin strand before breaking. "Does it hurt?" she whispered, her voice trembling as she glanced up at Viktor's strained expression.

Viktor exhaled sharply, his thick fingers flexing against the sheets. "Nyet," he growled, though his jaw was tight. "But if you keep touching me like that, malenkaya, I will not last." His hips jerked slightly, his cock twitching in her grasp as another pearl of precum welled up.

Hermione's fingers tightened instinctively around Viktor's girth, her thumb still smearing his precum in slow circles. A breathless laugh escaped her lips—Harry was barely four inches on his best day, and slender enough that her fingers could meet when she... Merlin. Viktor's shaft alone was thicker than her wrist, the veins standing in stark relief against flushed skin. Her gaze drifted lower to where his testicles—Merlin, were they truly the size of bludgers?—rested heavily against the sheets, the skin drawn tight with obvious need.

"Bozhe moi," Viktor groaned when her fingertips brushed the swollen sac beneath him, his hips jerking.

Hermione bit her lip, her heart pounding as she slowly guided him toward her entrance. The swollen head of Viktor’s cock pressed against her slick folds, and she whimpered at the stretch, her thighs trembling as she sank down just an inch.

"Bozhe—" Viktor hissed, his hands flying to her hips to steady her, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Slow, malenkaya... you must go slow." His voice was strained, his chest heaving as he fought not to buck upward.

Hermione’s breath came in shallow gasps as she took another inch, her walls fluttering around the impossible girth. "Oh—Merlin—Viktor, you’re—"

"Too much?" Viktor rasped, his knuckles white where they gripped the sheets. A thick vein pulsed along his shaft as Hermione sank lower, her slick heat stretching obscenely around him.

Hermione’s breath hitched as she reached the four-inch mark—the furthest Harry had ever been inside her—and already Viktor’s sheer girth stretched her beyond anything she’d known. A whimper escaped her lips as her inner walls fluttered around him, the sensation overwhelming yet intoxicating.

"Malenkaya," Viktor rumbled, his voice thick with restraint, "you take me so well." His fingers flexed against her hips, his knuckles white with the effort of holding still.

Hermione’s breath shuddered as she **** herself lower, her thighs quivering with effort. A fifth inch of Viktor’s monstrous length breached her, the stretch so intense her vision blurred for a moment.

“Bozhe—” Viktor choked out, his thick fingers tightening on her hips as he felt her body struggling to accommodate him. His cock twitched inside her, veins pulsing against her fluttering walls. “You—you are only halfway,” he rasped, voice ragged with disbelief.

Hermione whimpered, her nails digging into his chest as she stared down at where their bodies joined.

Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked down between their bodies. A strangled whimper escaped her lips—Viktor wasn’t exaggerating. The obscene stretch of her delicate flesh around his girth left nearly half his massive length still untouched, his thick base straining against her entrance.

"Bozhe moi," Viktor groaned through clenched teeth, his massive hands trembling where they gripped her hips. His chest heaved, sweat glistening along his collarbone as he fought not to thrust upward. "You—you feel... like fire, malenkaya."

Hermione whimpered, her inner walls fluttering wildly around the throbbing intrusion.

Hermione’s breath hitched as Viktor’s thick fingers found her swollen clit, circling the sensitive nub with slow, deliberate strokes. His calloused fingertips sent jolts of pleasure through her, making her inner walls clench and flutter around the impossible stretch of him.

“Mmm—yes, just like that,” Viktor murmured, his deep voice rough with arousal. His thumb pressed harder, rubbing tight little circles that made Hermione’s hips jerk forward, forcing another inch of his monstrous length inside her.

“Oh—Merlin—!” she gasped, her nails scraping down Viktor’s sweat-slick chest as her body struggled to adjust.

Her thighs trembled as she **** herself to sink lower, her slick walls stretching obscenely around Viktor’s girth. A sharp gasp tore from her lips as another thick inch breached her, the burning stretch bordering on pain—yet the relentless pressure of his thumb on her clit sent sparks of pleasure radiating through her, blurring the line between pleasure and overwhelm.

"You are doing so well, malenkaya," Viktor rumbled, his voice thick with admiration.

Hermione’s body seized as the orgasm ripped through her, her slick walls convulsing in frantic pulses around Viktor’s impossible girth. A choked whine escaped her lips as her inner muscles fluttered desperately, the sudden tightness giving way just enough for another brutal inch of him to sink deeper.

"Ah! V-Viktor—!" she gasped, her thighs shaking violently as the stretch burned through her oversensitive flesh. Her nails bit into his chest, her back arching as the dual sensations of overwhelming fullness and electric pleasure left her dizzy.

Viktor groaned through gritted teeth, his massive hands trembling where they gripped her hips. "Bozhe—! "

The air was thick with tension as Hermione's body responded to the relentless stimulation. Viktor's fingers returned to her clit, circling it with a pressure that sent shivers down her spine. Hermione's breath caught in her throat as the pleasure intensified, her body arching against Viktor's. She screamed in pleasure, the sound echoing through the room as her body reached its peak. The sensation was overwhelming, and she felt herself squirting hard, the release so powerful it left her breathless. Exhausted, Hermione fell forward onto Viktor, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.