Use Your Words

Hermione Granger's heart raced as she pushed Daphne Greengrass's toned body against the cool, damp tiles of the prefect's bathroom. The sound of their hushed moans echoed faintly against the high ceiling, mingling with the soft patter of water from a distant faucet. The room's dim light danced off the surface of the water, casting shimmering reflections that played across their intertwined forms. Daphne's eyes were clenched shut, her teeth digging into her bottom lip as Hermione's powerful hips rocked into her with a steady rhythm.

“Are you going to take my knot now?” Hermione murmured, her breath hot against Daphne’s neck. She felt a surge of desire as she watched the blonde squirm and whine, her body begging for more. Daphne’s eyes shot open, the blue irises dilated with lust as she nodded frantically. “Then tell me, use your words. What do you want?”

Daphne’s voice was a **** whimper, “Please, Hermione, please let me take your knot... I need it... I need to be claimed by you...”

“I need more than that I’m afraid. What do you really want?” Hermione’s voice was a sultry whisper, her eyes gleaming with the excitement of the power she held over Daphne.

Daphne’s chest heaved with the effort to speak coherently. “I want... I want to submit to you. I want to be your devoted slut, to serve your every need and craving. I want to feel your knot swell and fill me up, to claim me as yours... forever.”

“Claim you forever? You mean claim you as in breed you? You, Daphne Greengrass, the golden girl of one of the purest pureblood lines of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, want MY Mudblood heirs. Is that what you’re saying?” Hermione’s eyes narrowed as she watched Daphne’s reaction closely, her grip on the blonde’s hips tightening.

Daphne’s eyes filled with tears as she nodded, the words sticking in her throat like a mouthful of ash. She’d never thought she’d be in this position, begging to be bred by a witch with such... such a dirty pedigree. But Hermione’s pheromones had invaded her mind and body, turning her thoughts and desires into a maelstrom of lust and submission. Her body was on fire, begging for Hermione’s seed, for the cock knot she’d never believed could exist, let alone be wielded by someone like her.

“Say it, Daphne. Tell me what you really want. I need to hear it from your lips, not just feel it in your pussy,” Hermione demanded, her thrusts slowing, giving Daphne a brief respite from the overwhelming pleasure that threatened to consume her.

Daphne’s voice was a mix of anguish and need, as if the words themselves were a betrayal to her very essence. “I... I want you to breed me, Hermione. I want your Muggle-born seed to fill me, to impregnate me with your Mudblood heir... I want to bear your children, to be the vessel for your... your... your legacy!” The last word came out in a sob, and she felt a hot flush of humiliation sweep through her body, but her desire only grew stronger.

“Yes. And to do that, we got to put my knot in you. Get on your knees, head on the floor, and aim that fine arse sky high” Hermione ordered, her voice firm and commanding. Daphne’s legs gave out, and she dropped off Hermione’s dick to the wet floor, her knees slipping slightly. She braced herself with her arms and raised her backside, presenting her nether entrances to Hermione. The brunette witch took a moment to admire the sight before her, the blonde’s body trembling with anticipation.

Hermione’s cock, still rock hard and slick with both their juices, grew even larger as the knot began to swell. Daphne could see it clearly now, the size of a burly man’s fist, so shiny it looked polished, and as pink as a freshly plucked rose. The anticipation was agonizing. She'd heard whispers about knots before, but nothing had prepared her for the reality of it. Her heart raced, her pulse hammering in her ears, as she awaited her fate.

With a smirk, Hermione straddled Daphne's presented rear, her slender thighs bracketing the blonde's narrow waist. She leaned forward, her cock bobbing with the motion, and took a firm grip on it. She lined it up with Daphne's glistening pussy, feeling the heat radiating from it, and paused. The anticipation was delicious, a heady mix of power and desire that made her feel like a queen about to conquer her lands. Daphne's breath came in ragged gasps, her body shaking with the need to be filled, to be claimed by Hermione's knot.

Slowly, inch by inch, Hermione began to push her cock into Daphne again, watching the blonde's face contort with each gentle thrust. Daphne's eyes rolled back, a moan of pleasure escaping her parted lips as she felt herself stretch to re-accommodate the thick, veiny length. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, and yet she craved it more than she had ever craved anything in her life. Her body was no longer her own; it was a playground for Hermione's desires, and she reveled in the sensation of being so utterly filled and claimed.

As the tip of Hermione's cock reached the entrance to her womb, she felt the first knockings of the knot against her clit. It was thick, almost twice the girth of the rest of her shaft, and Daphne knew that it was going to be a challenge to take it all. But she was determined. Her own juices and Hermione's pre-cum made it easier, lubricating the way for the swollen knob that grew larger with every pulse of the brunette's arousal. She took a deep breath and pushed back, her muscles straining to accept the intrusion.

Hermione watched with a mix of lust and triumph as Daphne's pussy stretched to accommodate her, the swollen knob stretching the hole millimetres at a time. She gripped the blonde's hips firmly, her nails digging into the flesh, and pushed harder. Daphne's whimpers grew louder, her body shaking with the effort to relax and accept her fate. The knot was so big that it was like trying to fit a fist through a hosepipe, and it took every ounce of Hermione's willpower to be patient and gentle.

With a wet pop, the first section of the knot slipped into Daphne's pussy, causing her to cry out. The sight of her pussy forming a wide gaping O around the front of the knot was too much for Hermione to handle, and she felt her enjoyment upgrade to the next level. Daphne's pussy was a warm, welcoming embrace, and the feeling of the tight muscles around her knot was heavenly. She paused for a moment, savoring the sensation, before she began to work the rest of the knot in with slow, steady pressure.

Daphne's pussy walls stretched to their limits, the intense pressure making her vision swim. She gritted her teeth, trying not to scream, as Hermione pushed the knot deeper. The pain was exquisite, a sharp contrast to the pleasure that had come before. But she knew this was what she wanted, what she needed. She pushed back, willing her body to take it, to accept Hermione's claim.

Inch by torturous inch, the knot slid into her, widening her more than she ever thought possible. It was a strange, full feeling, like nothing she had ever experienced before. Her pussy felt like it was being remade around Hermione's knot, reshaped to fit the brunette witch perfectly. She could feel the roundness of it, the way it filled her completely, the way it pushed against her inner walls.

Hermione watched Daphne’s face, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and ecstasy, and knew she was on the edge. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against the blonde's back, and whispered into her ear. "You're mine now, Daphne. My pureblood sow, my breeding toy. You're going to take every inch of this knot and love it."

Daphne’s breath hitched, and she nodded, her eyes squeezed shut as Hermione pushed harder. With a final, brutal thrust, the knot was fully seated inside her, the pussy lips seal the huge knot inside. Daphne’s scream was muffled by the tile floor, her face buried in her arms as she trembled with the intensity of the feeling. The knot was like a living thing, pulsing and swelling within her, claiming her from the inside out.

Now that she was fully knotted, Hermione knew she could not thrust in and out as she’d done before. Instead, she began to grind and gyrate her hips, the thick, swollen shaft rubbing up against Daphne’s G-spot with a **** that made her see stars. Daphne’s body responded instinctively, her hips bucking back into the motion, her pussy clenching around the knot as it filled her completely. The pressure was unbearable, and yet she found herself begging for more.

The feeling was like nothing Daphne had ever felt before. Hermione’s cock tip was pressing against the entrance to her womb, sending waves of pleasure through her that made her toes curl. The knot was a constant presence, a thick barrier that stretched and filled her until she was sure she’d break apart from the intensity of it. Yet she pushed back, eager for more, her pussy tightening around the shaft in a silent plea for release.

Hermione’s hips began to move in a slow, rhythmic grind, the knot rubbing against Daphne’s inner walls with a friction that was both exquisite and maddening. Daphne’s moans grew louder, filling the small room as she felt her orgasm build. Her body was no longer her own, it was Hermione’s to use and claim, a vessel for her Muggle-born heirs.

The brunette witch leaned forward, her breasts smushing against Daphne’s back as she reached around to play with her clit, her fingers moving in time with the grinding of their hips. The pressure inside her grew unbearable, her pussy clenching around the knot as if trying to milk it for all it was worth. And then, with a guttural scream, she came. Her orgasm was like a tidal wave, crashing through her body and leaving her trembling and helpless beneath Hermione’s frame.

The blonde’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body convulsing as she felt Hermione’s knot swell even larger within her. The brunette’s grip tightened, her legs wrapping around Daphne’s waist like a vice, holding her in place as she took her pleasure. Daphne could feel the warmth of the knot pulsing inside her, the magical energy of it seeping into her very soul, making her feel more alive than she ever had before.

With the knot fully engorged, any hope of retreat was now impossible. Daphne was utterly claimed by Hermione, her body stretched to the limits around the massive cock knot. The pressure was incredible, and she could feel her walls quivering with the effort to contain it. It was as if she had been split open and filled with liquid fire, and yet she didn’t want it to stop. The feeling of fullness was addictive, a declaration of ownership that she found herself craving more of.

Hermione’s movements grew slower, more deliberate, as she felt the beginnings of her own orgasm. Her balls tightened, and she knew it was time to make Daphne truly hers. "You’re going to milk me dry," she murmured, her voice low and filled with dark satisfaction. "You’re going to take all of my Mudblood cum, and you’re going to love it."

Daphne could only whimper in response, her body still reeling from the intense waves of pleasure that crashed through her. She felt the knot swell even more, the pressure so intense it was almost painful. But she didn’t care. All she could focus on was the feeling of being filled, the knowledge that she was Hermione’s now, to do with as she willed.

Hermione’s hips stuttered as the hot flow of cum began to build, her muscles tensing as she fought to hold back the flood. The feeling was exquisite, a pressure cooker of pleasure ready to blow. She watched Daphne’s body, the way it trembled and quivered around her knot, and she knew it was time. With a triumphant growl, she released her hold on her orgasm, her cock pulsing as ropes of hot, thick cum shot into Daphne’s womb.

Daphne felt it, the warmth spreading through her like molten lava. She was being bred, claimed by a Muggle-born witch, and the reality of it was more erotic than any fantasy she’d ever had. Her own pussy clenched around the knot, trying to hold onto the precious seed, her body eager to accept it, to nurture it into a child that would be the epitome of a half-blood, the pure of the pure meets the Muggle-born miracle. The pleasure was so intense she saw spots before her eyes, her body wracked with spasms of ecstasy as she felt herself being filled with Hermione’s essence.

Hermione’s cock jerked and pulsed, sending wave after wave of hot cum deep into Daphne’s womb. She watched the blonde’s body respond, her pussy fluttering around the knot, **** to keep every drop. Hermione was enjoying the sensation of her seed filling Daphne, marking her as hers. The feeling of her cum shooting out of her, claiming the pureblood’s most sacred space, was intoxicating. She felt powerful, like a warrior planting her flag in conquered territory.

As the last of her climax subsided, Hermione’s eyes flickered towards the door, spotting the tell-tale glint of a lock of blonde hair and a wide blue eye retreating into the shadows. A smirk played on her lips. Hannah Abbott had been watching them, she was sure of it. Had probably figure out she’d been lied to, and that Hermione was the one up to no good. Hermione wonder briefly what to do about her fellow prefect, knowing she can ruin everything for her in just a sentence exchange with a professor.

But then she felt a rush of power surging through her. A wave of dominance that made her want to claim even more. Daphne’s pussy was still contracting around her knot, desperately trying to milk every drop of cum, and the sight of Hannah’s retreating form only fueled the fire of Hermione’s ambition. Who says all purebloods had to be Slytherin, or were morally dubious people?

Hannah was nice, friendly, fairly shy…but she was also a pureblood, and although she was fairly plain and didn’t have much about her in terms of assets, she was good enough for Hermione. And moreover, she needed to be silenced. Hermione was fairly sure the Hufflepuff will need time to digest what she’d seen, she wasn’t going to tell on Hermione straight away. But she wouldn’t hang about either, Hermione needed to do something about Hannah, the sooner the better.

Her thoughts swirling, she pulled out her cock, the deflating knot easing slowly out of Daphne with a wet sound. Hermione felt a thrill run through her, watching the blonde's pussy spasming and trying to clench around her now-deflating knot. It was clear that Daphne was going to be addicted to her cock, which was exactly what she needed.

The moment of withdrawal was a strange one, the knot coming out with a sound that was a mix between a pop and a wet slap. A stream of Hermione's cum followed, spilling onto the floor with a sticky splatter. The brunette couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, the sheer amount of cum was more than she thought possible. Daphne’s pussy looked like it had been claimed by a beast, gaping open briefly before slowly closing, the pink flesh trying to regain its original form.

“Come on Daphne, you’re not just my sow you’re my assistant. We’ve got work to do” Hermione said, her voice still filled with authority and dominance, her cock still out and glistening with their mixed juices.