Chapter Five

He watched as the two stood in the middle of the room for several minutes and he began to stroke his cock gently imagining them making out right there he began to tug even harder when he watched the two markings make their way towards the bed and finally as there two names and foot markings became intwined together on the bed.

As Harry's hand moved rhythmically, his breath quickened, imagining the scene unfolding before him. The Marauder's Map depicted Hermione and Viktor's entwined figures, their names overlapping on the bed. He could almost hear their whispers, feel the heat of their bodies through the magical interface. The thought of Hermione's curves beneath Viktor's towering frame sent a shiver down his spine, his arousal intensifying with each stroke. Viktor's massive hands, so gentle yet possessive, cupped Hermione's breasts as he murmured endearments, his thick accent a sensual contrast to her delicate features. Hermione's moans, soft and surrendering, echoed in Harry's mind, fueling his fantasies.

Harry's eyes remained glued to the Marauder's Map, his anticipation growing with each passing minute. The lack of movement from Hermione and Viktor's markers was both intriguing and frustrating. He imagined them laying still, perhaps locked in a passionate embrace, their lips meeting in a kiss that left them breathless. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and he tightened his grip on his wand, his imagination running wild with the possibilities.

"Maybe they're just talking," Harry muttered to himself, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. He leaned in closer, his eyes scanning the map for any sign of movement.

Viktor's arms tightened around Hermione, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, "You're so beautiful, Hermione. I've never wanted anyone like this before." His hands roamed her body, gentle yet possessive, sending shivers down her spine. Hermione's heart raced as she felt his arousal pressed against her, his massive frame towering over her. She couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and excitement, her mind racing with thoughts of Harry and the promise she had made.

As Viktor stepped back from the bed, the dim light of the room danced across his chiseled frame, accentuating the muscles of his torso. Hermione's breath hitched as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, the fabric straining against the outline of his enormous package. Slowly, he pulled them down, revealing the full magnitude of his arousal. His cock stood thick and proud, the head glistening with anticipation, while his grapefruit-sized testicles hung heavy, brimming with the powerful semen that fueled his breeding fetish. Viktor's eyes never left Hermione's as he stepped out of his boxers, a confident smile playing on his lips.

Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief as Viktor's massive frame stood before her, his towering height and chiseled physique overshadowed only by the sheer enormity of his arousal. "Oh my God," she whispered, her voice trembling as she stared at the thick, veiny cock that jutted out from his hips. It was unlike anything she had ever seen—far larger than Harry's, which she had only glimpsed briefly during their more intimate moments. Harry was... adequate, she thought, but Viktor was on an entirely different scale.

Hermione's breath caught in her throat as Viktor's massive frame loomed over her, his chiseled features illuminated by the dim light of the dormitory. His confident smile never wavered, and his eyes, filled with desire, locked onto hers. "You're trembling," he observed, his voice low and soothing, tinged with his thick Durmstrang accent. He reached out, his large hand gently brushing a strand of hair from her face, sending shivers down her spine.

"It's just... I've never seen anything like this before," Hermione admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes darted back to his arousal, her mind racing with the implications of what they were about to do.

Viktor's smile widened as he stepped closer to Hermione, his massive frame casting a shadow over her. "There's nothing to be afraid of," he reassured her, his voice low and soothing. "I'll take care of you, just like I promised." Hermione's eyes remained fixed on his arousal, her mind racing with the implications of what they were about to do. She thought about Harry, about his encouragement, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own, responding to Viktor's presence with a mix of fear and excitement.

Viktor's eyes never wavered from Hermione's as he knelt beside her on the bed, his massive frame towering over her even in that position. "May I help you out of your dress?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, tinged with his Durmstrang accent. Hermione nodded, her cheeks flushing as Viktor's large hands carefully found the zipper at the back of her dress. He pulled it down slowly, the sound echoing softly in the room. As the dress fell away, Hermione's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest. Viktor's hands brushed against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Hermione gasped as Viktor's heavy cock brushed against her bare thigh while his fingers worked the clasp of her bra. Her eyes flickered downward, her lips parting slightly at the impossible size of him—thick veins pulsed along his shaft, the flushed head glistening against her skin.

"You're staring," Viktor murmured, his deep voice laced with amusement as the bra finally loosened. His calloused fingers traced the curve of her shoulder before sliding the straps down, letting the fabric fall away. Hermione shuddered as the cool air hit her exposed skin, her nipples hardening instantly under his gaze.

Viktor exhaled sharply, his grip tightening almost imperceptibly on her waist.

Viktor's dark eyes drank in the sight of her—the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, the rapid rise and fall of her chest. His gaze lingered on the pink flush spreading across her collarbones, his breath hitching as he took in every detail.

"You're perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with reverence. Hermione squirmed slightly under his scrutiny, her fingers twitching against the silk sheets as she resisted the urge to cover herself.

"Viktor—" she started, but his large hands were already sliding up her sides, calloused palms skimming her ribs before settling just beneath her breasts.

"Look at me," Viktor murmured, his thumbs brushing just beneath her stiffening nipples. Hermione's breath hitched as she obeyed, her brown eyes wide and dark with nervous anticipation. His calloused fingertips traced slow circles, making her arch slightly into his touch without meaning to.

"You're so soft," he growled, his accent thickening with desire. One broad hand slid lower, fingers splaying possessively over the curve of her hip while the other cupped her breast fully, his thumb flicking over the peak. Hermione gasped, her nails digging into the sheets as heat pooled low in her stomach.

Viktor exhaled sharply through his nose, his cock twitching against her thigh.

Viktor's breath hitched as he watched Hermione's chest rise and fall rapidly beneath his touch. "So responsive," he murmured, his thick accent roughened with desire. His thumb circled her nipple slowly, deliberately, before rolling the stiff peak between his fingers. Hermione gasped, her back arching off the bed as sparks of pleasure shot through her.

"You like that?" Viktor asked, his dark eyes locked onto her flushed face. Hermione could only nod, biting her lip as his other hand trailed lower, fingertips skimming the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

"Tell me," he urged, his voice a low rumble. "I want to hear you say it."

"I—I like it," Hermione breathed, her voice trembling as Viktor's fingers teased higher up her thigh. His touch was electric, every brush of his rough fingertips sending jolts of pleasure through her.

Viktor’s lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile. "Good," he murmured, his deep voice vibrating against her skin as he leaned down, his breath hot against her collarbone. "Because I am only just beginning."

His mouth closed over her nipple, tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles. Hermione cried out, her fingers tangling in his thick, dark hair as her back arched off the bed.

Viktor's tongue flicked against her nipple in quick, teasing strokes before he sucked gently, drawing a high, breathy whimper from Hermione's lips. His large hands—rough from years of Quidditch—traced down her sides, fingertips pressing just hard enough to leave faint pink marks on her soft skin.

"So sweet," Viktor murmured against her breast, his voice thick with hunger. He switched to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same slow, wet attention while his fingers slid between her thighs, brushing against damp curls. Hermione gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily toward his touch.

"You are dripping for me," he observed, his Bulgarian accent roughened with arousal.

Viktor's thick fingers parted her folds with deliberate slowness, his calloused fingertips tracing slick, teasing circles just below where she ached for him most. Hermione whimpered, her thighs trembling as her hips lifted instinctively—only for him to withdraw with a dark chuckle.

"Patience, little lion," he murmured, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her inner thigh. His breath ghosted over her damp skin, making her shiver.

Hermione's nails dug into the sheets.

Viktor’s lips trailed higher, teeth grazing the soft skin of her inner thigh just hard enough to make Hermione whimper. His breath was hot against her damp curls, his broad shoulders keeping her legs spread wide.

“You smell intoxicating,” he murmured, the rough scrape of his stubble making her shiver as he nuzzled closer. “Like honey and salt… like a woman who knows what she wants.”

Hermione’s breath hitched as his tongue finally—finally—dragged a slow, wet stripe up her slit.

Viktor’s tongue pressed deeper, lapping at her with slow, deliberate strokes that made Hermione’s toes curl into the silk sheets. A whimper escaped her lips as his thick fingers spread her wider, his nose nudging her sensitive bundle of nerves while his tongue worked her in slick, rhythmic circles.

“So perfect,” he growled against her, his voice vibrating through her core. His free hand slid up her trembling stomach to palm her breast again, rolling her nipple between rough fingertips in time with the wicked flick of his tongue.

Hermione's back arched off the bed as Viktor's tongue swirled faster, his thick fingers now kneading her breast possessively. "V-Viktor!" she gasped, her fingers twisting in the sheets.

His answering groan vibrated against her sensitive flesh, one broad hand sliding up to grip her hip, holding her firmly in place as he devoured her. "You taste wonderful," he murmured between slow, sucking kisses to her clit, his Bulgarian accent roughened with hunger.

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. "

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.