Chapter Ten

Hermione’s fingers dug into his biceps, her chest heaving. “Y-you mean—?”

“Da,” he gritted out, pupils blown black with lust. “I must fill you once more.

Hermione’s breath hitched as Viktor’s lips crashed against hers, his tongue sweeping possessively into her mouth while her inner muscles pulsed tighter around his trapped cock. “Mmmph—Viktor!” she moaned against his mouth, her hips twitching helplessly as another surge of slick heat flooded between them. His groan vibrated through her chest as she clenched deliberately around his thickness, milking him with slow, rhythmic contractions.

Hermione's breath came in shallow gasps as she focused on the slow, deliberate clenching of her inner walls around Viktor's trapped length. His groan vibrated against her collarbone where he'd buried his face, his hips making tiny, involuntary jerks that sent fresh sparks of pleasure through her oversensitive body.

"Tighter, milaya," Viktor rumbled, his voice rough with strain. His fingers flexed against her hips, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as if to guide her rhythm. "Just—ah!—like that..."

She obeyed, her muscles fluttering in slow, pulsing waves—clenching, releasing, then squeezing again—each motion coaxing another thick throb from his swollen cock.

Hermione’s breath hitched as Viktor’s cock twitched violently inside her, the thick veins along his shaft pulsing against her fluttering walls. His hips jerked in shallow, **** thrusts—barely an inch of movement, but enough to make her gasp as the swollen ridge of his head dragged against her oversensitive flesh.

“I—I can’t—ah!—hold back,” Viktor growled, his voice thick with restraint. His fingers dug into the softness of her hips, blunt nails leaving faint crescents as his entire body tensed. His cock hardened impossibly further inside her, the heat of it radiating through her core as his heavy balls drew up tight beneath them.

Hermione braced herself against Viktor’s chest, her fingers trembling against his sweat-slick skin as the reality of their entanglement crashed over her. His cock was locked inside her, the swollen ridge of his crown wedged so deep she swore she could feel the pulse of his heartbeat against her womb.

Merlin, I didn’t know it would feel like this—

Her breath hitched as another thick throb from Viktor’s length sent a molten ripple through her core.

Hermione's back arched violently as Viktor's cock pulsed inside her—a hot, thick jet of seed flooding her deepest reaches. A scream tore from her throat, her fingers clawing at his shoulders as the scalding rush breached some untouched inner threshold. "V-Viktor—it's too—oh Godric—!"

Viktor’s massive hands cradled Hermione’s trembling hips, his grip firm yet reverent as his cock twitched deep inside her, still trapped by the relentless clutch of her womb. His breath came in ragged bursts against her sweat-dampened neck, his lips brushing her pulse point as he groaned, "Moya krasavitsa… you take me so deep…"

Hermione whimpered, her nails scraping down his muscled back as another scalding surge of his release flooded her. "I—I can feel it—" she gasped, her thighs quivering around his hips. "So much… oh Merlin, Viktor—!"

Viktor’s breath shuddered against her damp skin as his cock pulsed again, flooding her womb with another thick, scalding wave. "You feel that, Hermione?" he groaned, his voice rough with awe. His fingers flexed against her hips, pressing her down harder onto his trapped length. "My seed—so deep inside you—"

As the last spasms of his orgasm subsided, Viktor’s massive frame relaxed slightly, his chest heaving against Hermione’s. His cock, still swollen and slick with their mingled fluids, began to soften ever so slightly, the ridge of his crown finally loosening its grip on her inner walls.

As the last remnants of Viktor's seed trickled from her overflowing womb, Hermione lay breathless beneath him, her body trembling with the aftershocks of their intense coupling. Viktor, still semi-hard, gently withdrew from her, his cock glistening with their mingled fluids. He rolled onto his side, his massive frame towering over her as he brushed strands of sweat-drenched hair from her face. "You are incredible, Hermione," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine admiration. Hermione, her cheeks flushed, managed a weak smile, her mind racing with the implications of what they had just done.

Hermione’s breath hitched as she felt the first thick trickle escape her, Viktor’s seed mingling with her own slickness as it slid down her trembling thighs. She glanced down between their still-connected bodies, watching in dazed fascination as rivulets of white spilled onto the dark sheets beneath them.

"Merlin’s beard," she whispered, her voice hoarse.

Hermione’s thighs trembled as she felt another warm trickle escape her, her mind fogged with exhaustion and lingering pleasure. She pressed her forehead against Viktor’s damp chest, her fingers still tangled in the coarse hair there.

I should be worried… she thought distantly, her body still pulsing around the phantom stretch of him. But I can borrow Harry’s cloak tomorrow—get a potion from the infirmary before breakfast. The thought was strangely reassuring, allowing her to sink deeper into the haze of spent arousal.

Viktor's fingers continued to stroke Hermione's hair, his voice low and soothing as he whispered, "You are truly a marvel, Hermione. I have never felt such a connection with anyone." His words were genuine, reflecting his admiration and the intensity of their encounter. Hermione, still catching her breath, glanced up at him with a mix of emotions swirling in her eyes. "Viktor, I... I don't know what to say," she murmured, her cheeks flushing as she looked away. Viktor chuckled softly, his chest rising with the movement. "You don't need to say anything, my dear. Your body speaks volumes." He paused, his expression turning thoughtful.

Viktor leaned in slowly, his lips brushing against Hermione’s with tender possessiveness. She sighed into the kiss, too exhausted to resist, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of their coupling. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, coaxing them apart with gentle insistence.

"You taste like us," he murmured against her mouth, his deep voice rough with satisfaction. His hand cradled the back of her head, fingers tangling in her damp curls as he deepened the kiss, savoring her submission.

Hermione whimpered weakly, her limbs heavy with exhaustion. Her fingers twitched against his chest, too spent to push him away even if she wanted to.