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Chapter 7 by VTheImpaler VTheImpaler

What happened next ?

She’s cursed to stay that way

Hermione is strung up helplessly as a vile, salivating tongue worms out of the book’s maw and winds it’s way towards her naked body. She struggles against her bindings, but they remain firm as it coils up, poised to lick her. Hermione scrunches her face and takes a deep breath to hold in preparation for the inevitable licking she’s about to get.

The meaty tongue slaps wetly against her abdomen and slathers it’s viscous saliva across her chest. It takes extra time to slobber over her soft breasts and then it moves on to her neck. She fights the urge to gasp when it tickles her ear, and then it wraps around her whole head and sucks on her for a few seconds. By the time it drifts away from her face, her hair is soaked with spit and she’s gasping for air.

The tendrils spin her around, exposing her bare back and butt to the creature. It assaults her back roughly, slurping and lapping at her cheeks, bouncing them on it’s tongue to feel them jiggle slightly. It makes sure to push between her thighs - completely ignoring her efforts to keep the gap closed - and runs along her crotch for good measure. Next, it wraps entirely around one leg and slides straight down to her ankle, before returning to her other thigh to do the same.

Her arms are similarly coated with thick drool, and then it wrenches her hands and feet together, folding her into a sit-up position for it to lick her feet and hands simultaneously. Hermione splutters through traces of spit, “Bloody Hell, are you done yet??”

Surprisingly, she is answered by being dropped into the puddle of liquid which had dropped from her body. The tendrils and tongue retreat back into the book’s pages, and the ghostly light winks out. Hermione sits nude in her puddle for a few moments in shock, wondering what just happened.

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Shaking herself out of the stupor, she casts a cleaning charm to erase the spit from herself and the floor, and she summons a spare robe from her wardrobe. “What in Merlin’s name was that all about?” She wonders aloud to herself, but as she puts on the robes she has a horrified realization. The instant her skin touches the cloth, it dissolves into mist, whisked away by even the smallest breeze. “Wait, no, no no no no…” She recognizes what has happened to her. The creature’s saliva, which has permanently soaked into every inch of her skin, dissolves clothing instantly on touch, making it impossible for her to ever clothe herself again!

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