Send Harry to Gather.

Resting sounded great but they needed to work to survive and for that she needed to be back on her feet not sleeping while he worked.

"Harry there's some plants here I need you to gather. They can heal me faster and give us both some energy after that non-stop ravaging."

"Okay, what plants? What do they look like?"

She described then in detai and how many they would need, but also said. "Be very careful. Some of the more potent plants here look very similar. Do not ingest any of them. If you grab the wrong one then so of the effect could be the opposite of helpful."

His eyes went wide. "Posion?"

"Sort of. One is like viagra on steroids. The effect goes straight to you cock and the only way to get rid of the toxin is to cum. A lot." She told him.

"I think I'll try to avoid that. The Lust Spitter was enough. Any thing else?"

"Yes one of the roots has sharp barbs. Cut yourself and it will be painful. I will be able to cure it but the only cure is male or female ejaculation on the area." She blushed at that.

"This whole bloody island seems bent on turning us into sex manaics." He scuffed. "Alright Ill be back."

"I'm going to go to the beach and rest in the sand for a bit." She told him.

"You should stay here."

"I'll be fine. You dont get blasted by any Spitters again. My fanny can't last another round. Right now anyway." She winked.

Harry laughed back. He loved how much of a naughty minx Hermione was. Once only he knew it but now the whole wizard world did. That both excited and annoyed him. One hand everyone saw he had a beautiful and devious woman as his, on the other his little secret about her was everywhere.

The two split. As Harry watched her ass move. He shook his head and started to look for the plants.

Hermione sighed as she let the waves wash over her naked body. It was relaxing but she also need an ingredient here as well. A weed that was good for pain relief if stewed. Luckily it was in a shallow spot and away from any dangers.

She grabbed one and looked back over the island that was her home for now. She was beginning to enjoy it here more than she thought. The freedom of not having to worry about what to wear was exciting. Their sex life had definitely taken a wild turn as well.

Now she only had to make it back to camp and hope Harry had luck. But part of what Harry said had her thinking. This island was full of sexual torment and pleasure and the world was seeing them fuck like rabbits.

She shook her head thinking that was the real intent of the show and exited the water.

Surely she can make it back to camp without incident right?