Dominate her.

He sat up, his eyes smoldering with desire. He pulled Hermione onto the bed, her body landing with a soft bounce, the plush mattress giving way under her.

"Let's not waste any more time," he murmured, his voice thick with passion. He kissed her deeply, his hands roaming over her body, exploring every inch of her soft, naked skin. Her breasts, her hips, her thighs – every part of her was perfect and he had to touch it all.

Gently but firmly, Harry took control. He flipped her over onto her stomach, his strong hands holding her in place as he whispered into her ear. "I'm going to dominate you, Hermione. I'm going to make you scream." She squirmed under his touch, a delicious thrill running through her. The anticipation was almost too much.

He traced the outline of her body with his wand, leaving a trail of heat that made her gasp. His magic was potent, and she could feel it coiling around her like a serpent, teasing and tantalizing. Harry chuckled darkly at her response, his cock pressing against her backside as he leaned in closer. "You like that, don't you?"

He pulled her hips up, her ass in the air, and slammed into her without warning. Hermione's cry was muffled by the pillow she buried her face in. He was relentless, his hips moving in a rhythm that was both brutal and beautiful. Her eyes watered from the intensity, her body stretching to accommodate his size, but she didn't want him to stop.

The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking – the slap of skin on skin, Harry's grunts of pleasure, and Hermione's muffled moans. She reached back, her hand finding his hip, urging him deeper, harder. He grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head, his other hand smacking her ass with a firm thwack. "You want it like this?" he growled, his teeth grazing her earlobe.

Hermione could only nod, the words caught in her throat. She'd never felt so alive, so consumed by passion. Harry's dominance was a new, thrilling experience, one she hadn't realized she craved. As he claimed her body, she could feel herself letting go, falling into the abyss of pleasure he created.

Her body quivered with each smack he delivered to her ass, each one a declaration of his ownership. She moaned louder, pushing back into him, begging for more. Harry's grip on her wrist tightened, his teeth sinking gently into the soft flesh of her shoulder. The sting of pain mingled with the deep ache inside her, turning it into something exquisite.

He reached around with his free hand, finding her clit and beginning to circle it with the pad of his thumb. The sensation was overwhelming, and Hermione's legs began to tremble. "You're going to come for me," he said, his voice low and commanding. "You're going to scream my name."

And she did. The orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body bucking and shaking as she climaxed. Harry didn't relent, continuing to pound into her as she rode the waves of pleasure. The room spun around her, the only anchor being Harry's firm grip and the feeling of his cock filling her up.

But even as the intensity ebbed, Harry wasn't finished. He pulled out, flipping her over onto her back and climbing between her legs. "Look at me," he ordered, his eyes burning with desire. Hermione's chest heaved with ragged breaths as she met his gaze, her eyes glazed over with lust.

He slammed back into her, his movements now erratic and ****. Hermione wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his back as she met him thrust for thrust. Her nails scraped down his arms, leaving red lines in their wake. "Again," she demanded, her voice hoarse. "Make me come again."

Their eyes remained locked as Harry's strokes grew more frantic. He leaned down, his teeth capturing her lower lip in a bruising kiss that made her whimper. "You're mine," he murmured against her mouth, his voice thick with need. "Always."

The declaration sent her spiraling over the edge once more, her pussy clamping down on him as she came hard. Harry groaned, his own release following swiftly after, filling her with warmth. They lay there, their bodies tangled, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room.

For a moment, the world outside the castle walls ceased to exist. All that mattered was the connection between them, the power dynamics that had shifted in the most exhilarating way. Hermione knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in their love story – one that was bound to be as wild as it was passionate.

Their bodies still entwined, they shared a lazy smile, the kind that only comes from truly satisfying sex. "I think I could get used to this," she murmured, her voice still shaky from the aftermath of her orgasm.

"You'd better," Harry said with a chuckle, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Because I'm not done with you yet, Hermione." And with that, he began to move inside her again, their bodies a symphony of need and desire. The Castle of Lust had claimed another victim, but Hermione had never felt more alive, more free.

Hermione's legs tightened around Harry's waist, her heels digging into the firm flesh of his back as she met each of his powerful thrusts with her own. His cock was a branding iron, searing her with pleasure, and she was the willing canvas. Her eyes fluttered closed, but Harry's voice was a command that she obeyed without question. "Look at me," he said, and her eyes snapped open, locking onto his. The intensity in his gaze was almost as overwhelming as the sensations he was wringing from her body.

He reached up, grabbing a fistful of her hair and gently pulling her head back, exposing her neck to his hungry mouth. He kissed and nipped at the tender skin, leaving a trail of fire that made her arch into him. His hips moved with a deliberate, almost punishing rhythm, and she could feel herself building towards another climax. The hand that had been pinned above her head was now free, and she used it to squeeze her own breast, the pressure adding to the delicious agony.

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice gruff. "Show me how much you love it." Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned his name as she came, her body convulsing around him. Harry followed suit, his orgasm ripping through him like lightning, filling her with his cum.

As they both came down from their peak, Harry leaned over her, his body a heavy, comforting weight. "You're mine," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Always and forever."

The words sent a shiver down her spine, and she realized with a start that she meant them just as much as he did. This place, this world of debauchery and desire, had unlocked something within her that she hadn't even known was there.

"Yes," she murmured, her voice a sultry promise. "Always and forever, Harry."

Their kiss was deep and lingering, a silent vow of the dark, delicious future that awaited them in the corridors and chambers of the Castle of Lust. As they broke apart, Harry's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Ready for round two?"

Hermione's pulse quickened at the prospect. "Always."

A) Cowgirl

B) Doggystyle (swich back and forth with anal)

C) Standing. (Harry walks around the castle with her on his cock)

D) Pretzel Position

E)Add.