Fuck her with her wand

Hermione spits, even if it sounds little less convincing this time. ‘I am not a slut! Just because you can’t control yourself!

Her voice cuts off suddenly as your hand squeezes roughly around her left tit. ‘Fine. Prove it. Put your hand inside your knickers, right now. If it comes out dry, I’ll let you go. If it comes out wet, you’re a slut and you’ll get what you fucking deserve.’

Hermione’s breath catches. ‘You’re foul, loathsome, vile…’

‘Heard it all before, sweetheart.’ You grip her wrists a little tighter. ‘Now, are you going to put your fingers down there, or shall I?’

Hermione holds your gaze for a long moment; then, exhaling angrily, she concedes. ‘Fine! Let go of my hands!’

‘I’ll let go of one hand,’ you allow. ‘Not both.’ You release one of her wrists, and Hermione sighs with relief. The skin around her wrist is slightly pink.

‘Fine, I – I’ll…’ She falters. ‘Just – don’t look, okay?’

You sigh exaggeratedly. ‘Whatever. Get on with it.’

It’s only a short moment later that Hermione gives a soft gasp of surprise. You look down –

To see her stuffing her hand behind her back. ‘Hermione?’ you say, with a hint of menace. ‘Show me your hand.’

‘N-no.’ Hermione’s refusing to meet your eyes.

‘Show me your hand!’ She squeaks out loud as you tire of the game, and yank her hand out into the open.

Her fingers look normal at first – but then, as they tilt towards the light, you see that they’re shiny with arousal. As Hermione moves her fingers awkwardly, a tiny string of moisture even joins two of them together.

‘So much for not enjoying this,’ you say lightly. ‘Now let’s lose the skirt.’

‘What?’ Hermione’s head jolts up, just as you abandon her wrist, seize her skirt around the waistband and pull down harshly.

For a moment, you just stare, unable to believe your luck –

Then Hermione squeals and wrenches her hands down to cover herself – you got a handful of tights and panties by accident, and her cunt has just been unceremoniously revealed.

Hermione keeps her hands pressed over her pretty, shaven vulva, but the damage has already been done. Laughing, you pick her up around the waist – she’s incredibly light – and toss her onto the bed.

Hermione goes sprawling, and for a moment you’re rewarded with another flash of her pussy. (Her skirt is tangled around her ankles and her Gryffindor shirt and tie are still on, which just adds to the smuttiness of the whole thing.)

‘You lied to me,’ you say, softly, as you take a slow step towards her. Hermione’s eyes widen.

‘I – when? I did not!’

‘Might as well have.’ You take another step. ‘You insinuated you weren’t wet.’

‘I – I wasn’t – ’

‘Lies,’ you say, simply – and then you spot her wand on the floor. She must have dropped it when you seized her hands.

‘And what have we here?’ You pick the wand up, twirling it in your hands. ‘Feels nice, actually. Polished. Smooth.’

Hermione glares at you. ‘Give me my wand back,’ she manages through gritted teeth.

‘I don’t think so.’ You flip the wand over, measuring its length. ‘No, that wouldn’t be half as much fun as fucking you with it.’

Hermione’s mouth falls open in perfect indignation. ‘You brute!’ she gasps, moving a hand protectively over her bare vagina. ‘You wouldn’t dare! Fucking a witch with her own wand – that’s an unbelievably degrading thing to do!’

‘That’s what makes it fun,’ you reply, voice filtered through a haze of lust. ‘Spread those legs for me, Hermione.’

Hermione crosses her arms and squeezes her legs even tighter together. ‘I won’t,’ she says huffily, ‘and you can’t make me.’

‘Want to bet?’

Hermione squeals, and her eyes pop open as you grab a leg in each hand and force them apart. She resists as hard as she can, but you can see her shaved lips peeking out, and nothing is going to keep you from that soaking wet cunt.

‘I can see your pussy, Hermione,’ you breathe in amusement, as she gasps and twists and tries uselessly to free herself. ‘Nicely shaved.’

‘Oh, you pig! You vile creature!’ Emma’s outrage is so note-perfect (and in-character) that you can feel your cock stiffen. ‘This is so humiliating! Let me go! Let me go this instant!’

Forcing her leg down against the chair and holding it there with your elbow, you grope around and find the wand lying next to you. ‘Not before,’ you lean in, loving how helpless she is, ‘not before we find out whether the lady doth protest too much.’

Hermione shoots you a filthy look, her cheeks red from exertion. ‘You wouldn’t dare.’ Behind those eyes, you can tell Emma doesn’t really believe you’ll go through with it, either.

‘Oh, wouldn’t I?’

Your eyes meet for a single second –

And then Hermione squeals out loud as you plunge her own wand inside her.

‘Oh, oh,’ she stammers, eyes wide and shocked, as you push it in deeper… and deeper.

Hermione’s wand isn’t thick – but it’s long, and smooth, and has a pretty spiral carving at one end which seems to be playing havoc with her cunt. ‘Fucking Christ!’ she gasps, finally, looking down incredulously at her own wand sticking out of her vagina. ‘I can’t believe you just did that!’

‘Language, Hermione,’ you caution her, before slowly twisting the wand. Hermione squirms and moans till she’s gasping for breath, but she can’t get out, pinned helplessly underneath you. ‘I think your wand looks great in your cunt. Maybe you should keep it there more often.’

‘You –’ Hermione gasps, valiantly keeping up the protest even as she squeezes her eyes shut with pleasure. ‘Vile – vile creature…’

‘You’re only just getting that now?’ You grin wickedly – then realise you haven’t seen her tits yet. ‘Oh – hang on –’

‘What?’ Hermione’s eyes pop open – too late, as you grab her top and wrest it up over her boobs. ‘How dare you!’

You flick the wand softly so it vibrates in her cunt, and Hermione’s eyes actually roll up in her head. ‘Nice bra, slut,’ you laugh; it’s plain, white, very sensible, and part of you applauds her for getting into character right down to the underwear.

‘P-pig,’ she manages, even as you twist the wand again. She bites her lip and shuts her eyes – which is a mistake.

You take the opportunity to grab the cups of her bra and twist them down, and Emma’s boobs spill out…

But this time they’re Hermione’s boobs, and you can’t help rocking back on your heels just to admire the incredible sight in front of you. Hermione’s skirt is shoved down around her ankles, as are her tights and panties; her shirt and sweater are rucked up over her bare tits, which are bouncing slightly as she breathes. Hermione’s own wand sticks out of her cunt, and she looks so thoroughly fucked-up, so thoroughly dishevelled and dirty and debauched that you feel your cock jump involuntarily.

You’ve never wanted to fuck anyone so hard in your entire life.