Harry’s a big fan of (water)sports!

As Harry gazed around the room, the urge to relieve himself began to rise. On a normal day, that urge would mean he’d have to make a trek to the loo - but thankfully, today was anything but normal.

Harry stood up slowly, his cock stirring slightly but not quite ready for another go. Hermione, hearing the movement, turned her head his way.

“What is it Harry?” She asked, biting her lip. There was a bit of wariness in her gaze, clearly wondering if she’d have any opportunity to recover before he continued ravishing her.

“Marking my territory.”

The reply was curt, and calmed her down. The bushy-haired witch could handle that - she wasn’t recognized as brilliant for nothing, and immediately realized what Harry was referring to. She pushed herself onto her knees, angling her head up towards Harry, as he grasped his cock.

With a sigh of relief, Harry let go of his bladder, pissing directly onto her face. As the stream took off, Hermione surprised him by opening her mouth, swallowing what she could.

The warm pee quickly cleaned off most of the grime from her face, though he purposely aimed a significant amount towards her hair to properly soak the whore.

As the stream tapered off, Harry pointed towards the slight puddle that was around her knees.

“Clean it up, slut.”

Hermione eagerly obeyed, lowering her face to the floor and beginning to lick. The sight of his best friend, potentially the smartest witch of their generation, debasing herself by licking his piss off the dirty floor was enough to cause Harry’s cock to become painfully erect again.