Kiss Parvati

From what little Hermione had learned about her 'condition' since arriving at the school, it seemed like most hermaphroditic witches experienced intense and sometimes uncontrollable bouts of arousal. She was dreading it at first but as the days slipped by she gradually relaxed, feeling a bit more... oversexed than before her transformation, but not uncontrollably so.

Some distant observational corner of her mind noted that she was evidently quite wrong as she closed the distance to Parvati. She'd had a few, mostly embarrassing, intimate encounters with boys before and she'd always dreaded them because she never had a clue what to do with her hands or her mouth or her body. Fortunately, albeit alarmingly, her hands, mouth, and body didn't ask her mind for directions this time.

Her arms slid around Parvati's waist, pulling her in for a kiss, her movements hungry and ****. She barely had the presence of mind to pull back as the Indian witch squeaked in surprise. Her mind was spinning in circles, trying to regain control, but her expression was all her body's doing. It was impatient, almost angry, like it was trying to convey the frustration of the last three weeks of uncertainty. It seemed awfully combative to Hermione.

But it seemed to do the trick.

It was Hermione's turn to squeak as Parvati pushed her up against the wall of the tower, the hand tangled in her hair cushioned the impact of the wall. Her mind gave up entirely on making sense or, heavens forbid, taking back control, opting to try and memorize Parvati's every contour as the witches did their very best to devour the other. She had never felt like this before, the sheer frenzy of it was intoxicating. She couldn't tell if her heart had stopped entirely or was beating too fast for her to notice. God, she was hot!

As the seconds ticked by, Hermione had to grudgingly come up for air, her gasps echoing off the stone. Parvati seemed to have no such restrictions as she dove in to nibble and bite at her captive's neck. Hermione suddenly realized why hickey's were a thing, arching in unexpected pleasure as Parvati bit down. She whimpered, mostly in pleasure, as she dimly noted how painfully hard she was. Her cock had hardened so quickly she had the irrational fear for a moment that it would literally explode.

What if- Shut up. But what if she feels it- SHUT. UP.

In complete ignorance to what her mind was trying to tell her, Hermione ground her hips into a very receptive Parvati... and felt something unexpected. Her eyes blinked open, the throbbing sensation of her cock matched by a similar heat pressed against her leg. The Indian witch stiffened, freezing in place.

"You're...?"

Cold air rushed between them as Parvati sprinted away down the stairs.