Pure Virgin

They made their way through the labyrinthine stacks of books, the candles casting eerie shadows on the floor. Hermione's bare feet were silent on the cold stone, but Tracey's heels echoed like a drumbeat of doom. They reached a secluded spot, a small reading nook that was rarely used. The perfect place for what was about to happen.

Hermione pushed Tracey down onto the plush velvet cushions, her cock standing tall and proud. The blonde was panting now, her pupils dilated to the size of moons. "Take your clothes off," Hermione ordered, her voice low and authoritative. Tracey's hands trembled as she obeyed, her body moving in a way that was not entirely her own. The black-haired girls clothes fell away like leaves in an autumn breeze, revealing her slender form, her breasts heaving with excitement.

Tracey's eyes remained locked on Hermione's cock as it swayed before her, her mind racing with the forbidden thoughts that had been **** upon her. The taste of Hermione's precum was still on her tongue, a tantalizing taste of what was to come. "Now spread your legs," Hermione instructed, her voice taking on a soothing tone. Tracey did as she was told, her legs parting to reveal the slick, glistening folds of her pussy.

"Virgin or not? Answer me" Hermione demanded.

Tracey nodded meekly, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. It was clear she had never been with anyone before, not even Montague. The pheromones had turned her body into a battleground of instinct and indoctrination.

"Then let me sit. You shall be on top" Hermione instructed, her voice a blend of command and seductive purr. She sat down on the chair, her cock standing up like a flagpole, the knot at the base pulsing slightly with excitement. Tracey, still under the spell of Hermione's pheromones, climbed onto the chair, straddling the brunette's waist. "Feel free to appreciate my breasts Tracey. You might need the distraction soon enough."

The Slytherin girl's trembling hands reached out and tentatively cupped Hermione's breasts. The sensation was foreign and thrilling, the softness of the flesh against her palms sending jolts of electricity through her body. Hermione's cock throbbed in response, the knot growing more prominent with each passing moment. Tracey's pussy was slick with need, her body begging for the relief that the pheromones promised.

Hermione knew she'd remember this one very fondly, the inaugural Mudblood breeding of the pureblood witches. An untouched pureblood cunt about to let filth take her virtue. The irony was not lost on her. She took her cock in hand and directed it to Tracey's entrance, the tip brushing against the soft, velvety folds.

Tracey was very much engrossed and ensconced into worshipping the brunette's breasts, by the time she felt the tip of the cock against her pussy she was ready to accept it. Hermione's hands shoot to the black-haired girl's plump cheeks, squeezing them, easing her down.

"Good girl," Hermione murmured, her eyes never leaving Tracey's. "Take it slow."

Tracey nodded, her eyes glazed with a mix of fear and excitement as she began to lower herself onto the waiting cock. The head of the cock parted her folds, the sensation strange and overwhelming. It was as if her body had been waiting for this moment, programmed to accept and crave the very thing she had been taught to despise. She bit her lip, trying to keep the moan that was building in her throat at bay.

The first inch was a stretch, but the pheromones had done their work. Her body was primed and ready, welcoming the invasion with a slick embrace. Hermione's hands guided her descent, the tip of her cock popping inside with a wet sound that seemed to echo in the quiet library. Tracey's eyes widened as she felt the unbelievable girth of the knob press against her fragile hymen.

Tracey would wince every time Hermione tried to probe through the thin membrane. In the end, Hermione decided that the option of delivering great pain all at once and then quickly being over, was better than this torturous pressing method. She gripped Tracey's hips and thrust upwards. The sudden pain caused Tracey to scream out as her hymen tore, the sound echoing through the empty library. Hermione felt a twinge of satisfaction as she felt the warm, sticky blood coat her cock.

The girl's eyes watered, but she remained in place, her body shaking. "Good girl," Hermione praised, stroking Tracey's hair. "It'll get better, I promise."

Tracey took a deep breath and nodded, bracing herself for the next phase. With a gentle push, she impaled herself further, inch by inch, until she felt the pressure of the knot at her entrance. It couldn't move any deeper at this stage, so the two thirds that were in is what they both had to play around with.