Chapter Nine

Harry’s fingers closed around his sticky cock with a **** groan, his thumb smearing precum over the flushed head as he watched the map. Viktor’s name now covered Hermione’s completely, the ink vibrating with each unseen thrust.

“Y-yes… take her, Viktor,” Harry panted, his hips bucking into his own tight fist. The scent of sweat and sex clung to him as his balls tightened again—impossible after two releases, yet his body burned to spill once more.

On the map, Hermione’s tiny hand suddenly scrabbled at the parchment, her fingers splaying as if bracing against Viktor’s bulk.

Hermione's voice was hoarse from the relentless screams that tore through her throat, each climax leaving her breathless and trembling beneath Viktor's powerful frame. Viktor's pace had intensified, his thrusts deeper and harder, each one sending shockwaves through her body. She could feel the heat building up again, her muscles tightening around him as he drove into her with a rhythm that was both punishing and exhilarating. "Viktor, oh God!" she gasped, her hands clawing at the sheets as he pushed her closer to another orgasm. Viktor's hands were firm on her hips, guiding her, controlling the tempo, his breath hot against her ear.

"Harder—please, Viktor!" Hermione begged, her voice breaking as his hips snapped forward, burying every thick inch inside her. Her back arched off the bed, breasts bouncing with each brutal thrust. "I can't—oh Merlin—I can't take it—!"

Viktor’s calloused hands slid up her sweat-slick thighs, fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her flush against him. "You take me so perfect, Hermione," he growled, his accent thickening with lust. "Like you were made for this cock." His balls slapped against her, heavy and full, the sound obscenely loud in the dim cabin.

Hermione’s nails raked down Viktor’s back as he pistoned into her, her thighs quivering around his waist. “Y-you’re—oh!—so deep,” she sobbed, her head thrashing against the pillows. Every snap of his hips sent her breasts jolting, the flushed peaks rubbing against the strong chest of her lover.

As Viktor's powerful frame drove into her, Hermione's hands clawed desperately at the sheets, her nails tearing through the fabric. "More, Viktor, please!" she begged, her voice hoarse from the relentless screams that had escaped her. Viktor's hands tightened around her hips, his fingers digging deep into her flesh as he pulled her closer, ensuring every inch of him was buried within her. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the dimly lit cabin, a rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh that seemed to grow louder with each thrust.

Hermione's hands clawed at Viktor's broad shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he drove into her with relentless ****.

Hermione’s back arched off the bed as Viktor’s thick length stretched her to the limit, her thighs trembling around his waist. “God—Viktor—!” she gasped, her voice breaking as he bottomed out inside her, the sheer girth of him making her toes curl.

“You feel… incredible,” Viktor growled, his accent rough with arousal. His massive hands gripped her hips, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he pulled back slowly, dragging every inch of himself against her quivering walls before slamming back in. The bedframe groaned beneath them, the rhythmic thud of his hips against her flesh echoing through the cabin.

Hermione’s breath came in ragged gasps as Viktor’s thrusts grew erratic, his massive cock twitching inside her. She could feel the thick veins pulsing against her walls, his heavy balls tightening against her backside.

“I—I can’t hold back,” Viktor groaned, his deep voice strained. His grip on her hips tightened, fingers pressing bruises into her soft skin as he buried himself to the hilt. “You feel too good… going to fill you—”

Hermione whimpered, her body clenching around him as he ground deep, his cock swelling even thicker. She could feel the pressure building at his base, the first hot spurt of his release flooding her insides.

Hermione’s entire body seized as Viktor’s cock swelled impossibly thicker inside her, his heavy balls tightening against her backside. “F-fuck—!” she sobbed, her vision whiting out as the first scalding jet of his release hit her deepest walls. She felt it—her cervix yielding, stretching open for him as he pulsed deep, each thick rope of cum flooding her with a fullness that made her scream.

“Da… take it, moya krasavitsa,” Viktor groaned, his voice ragged as his hips jerked erratically, pressing her thighs wide to milk every last drop into her.

Viktor’s breath hitched as his final pulse emptied into her, his massive cock twitching as it remained lodged deep within Hermione’s clutching heat. Then—both gasped as her cervix spasmed, the swollen ring of muscle tightening unexpectedly around the broad crown of his cock, trapping him inside her with a slick, wet pop.

“Bozhe moi—” Viktor’s voice was rough with stunned arousal, his hips jerking instinctively, but her body held him fast.

Hermione gasped as Viktor shifted his weight, his thick cock twitching inside her trapped heat. "V-Viktor—we're stuck!" she panted, nails digging into his shoulders as her inner walls fluttered helplessly around his swollen girth.

Viktor groaned, his sweat-slicked chest heaving. "Easy, moya lyubov," he murmured, thumbs stroking trembling circles into her hips. "Just... relax." He tried rocking back gently, but her cervix clung stubbornly to the flared crown of his cock, making them both shudder.

Hermione whimpered as Viktor’s thick cock flexed inside her, the swollen head still wedged impossibly deep. His sweat dripped onto her flushed chest as he braced himself above her, muscles trembling with restraint.

Hermione’s inner muscles tightened around Viktor’s trapped cock, coaxing a groan from him as she began to rhythmically clench and release, her body **** for another wave of pleasure. Viktor’s breath hitched, his hands instinctively moving to her clit, his fingers circling it with a practiced gentleness that belied the raw arousal in his eyes. They kissed deeply, the connection between them crackling with unspoken desires, as Hermione’s muscles continued their relentless dance around him.

Hermione whimpered as Viktor’s thick cockhead remained lodged deep inside her womb, the swollen ridge stretching her inner walls impossibly wider with each subtle twitch. "V-Viktor—" she gasped, her fingers clutching at his sweat-slick shoulders, "it won’t—it won’t let go—!"

Viktor groaned, his massive hands trembling where they gripped her hips. "Easy, moya lyubov," he murmured, voice rough with restraint. His thumb brushed soothing circles into her flushed skin, even as his cock pulsed hotter inside her. "Your body... it holds me so tight."

Viktor’s breath came in ragged bursts against Hermione’s ear, his thick cock twitching as her inner walls fluttered around him. “Hermione… listen,” he groaned, voice strained. “My body—it will not release you unless I… unless I spill again.” His hips flexed instinctively, drawing a whimper from her as the swollen crown of his cock nudged deeper into her clutching heat.

Hermione’s fingers dug into his biceps, her chest heaving. “Y-you mean—?”

“Da,” he gritted out, pupils blown black with lust. “I must fill you once more.