No Hands

Hermione felt a thrill of power as Daphne began to suck, her own pleasure building with every pass of the Slytherin's tongue. It was intoxicating, watching the pureblood struggle against the pheromones that were reprogramming her desires. The knot grew even larger, pulsing with the need to claim its next victim.

Daphne's eyes watered as she tried to resist, but her body was no match for the potent cocktail of hormones and magic that Hermione had spent months perfecting. Her mouth was **** wider as Hermione pushed deeper, more demanding with every stroke. The blonde gagged around the thick shaft, but she couldn't pull away. It was as if she was under a spell, one that made her crave the very thing she knew would destroy her social standing.

"Dear me Daphne, what would your peers think? What would they say to see you gagging on a Mudblood's dick? Not any Mudblood either, but THE Mudblood" Hermione goaded, rolling around the section of cock she had in Daphne's mouth.

Daphne's eyes snapped up to Hermione's, full of anger, but it was no match for the power of the pheromones. The brunette was playing with her, and she was losing. The thought of being claimed by a Muggle-born was repulsive, yet...it felt so right.

"So you're not easily breakable like Tracey, I didn't expect you to be. But you are sucking my dick relatively quickly, almost like you actually wanted it in the first place. Is that correct?" Hermione winded her up with a dose of truth.

Daphne made a noise of protest, but it was muffled by the cock in her mouth. The blonde's cheeks were red with a mix of anger and arousal, her eyes pleading for release, but also for more. Hermione's pheromones had her in their grip, and she was powerless to resist.

By now Daphne had ingested enough of Hermione's precum that she was growing more docile by the second. Her will was breaking in front of the brunette, showing submission to someone for the first time in her life.

Hermione knew she had her, and she wasn't going to let the moment pass without fully claiming her. With a swift move she pulled Daphne to her feet, spinning her around and pushing her face into the wall. "You're going to take it all," she murmured into her ear, "and you're going to love it. Reveal your body to me."

Daphne's hands trembled as she obeyed, unbuttoning her robe and letting it fall to the floor. Hermione took in the sight of her, the pale flesh glowing in the dim candlelight, the curve of her hips and the tightness of her arse behind white lace. It was perfection, and it was all hers.

"Oh yeah, you're pure alright" Hermione moaned into the blonde's ear., spanking the newly displayed arse. "Pure sex on legs."

Daphne's body was shaking, she wanted to protest, she wanted to fight, but all she could do was push back against the hand that was beholding her, her body betraying her more with each passing moment. The anticipation was killing her, she needed the brunette inside her.

"Who have you given yourself to Daphne? Who am I comparing with? Zabini, or is it Nott? Both at the same time?" Hermione toyed with her food, her prey.

Daphne whimpered. "I'm not a whore...not like you...but if you must know, I'm seeing Blaize..."

"Ah, the charming Mr. Zabini," Hermione said with a knowing smile. "Well, I'm sorry for you that you couldn't stay faithful."

Her hand left a trail of heat across Daphne's skin as she reached around to tease her folds. Daphne's body was wet with need, and she was unable to hold back a moan of pleasure. The pheromones had turned her into a pliant plaything, eager for the brunette's touch. "You don't belong to him anymore, and you already knew that, didn't you?"

Daphne's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions, but the only voice that seemed to matter was the one whispering sweet, dark promises in her ear. "Please," she begged, her voice barely above a whimper.

Hermione drew her cock upwards and slides it along the blonde's arse, until the head caught on the lace knickers and forged a gap to slide her head underneath. Hermione now had her fat knob in the back of Daphne's knickers, laughing at the fact.

"Oh Daphne, I want to take your knickers off using only my dick" Hermione tells her, already tugging downwards.

The blonde's body trembled at the audacity of the statement. Her mind was in turmoil, but her body responded without permission, pushing back slightly to help in the task. The fabric was soaked with her arousal, making it easier for Hermione to navigate the knob through and draw her undies down.

With a final tug, the knickers gave up their grip on the blondes hips. With Hermione's help ensuring they didn't snag around her knees, they were soon sliding off to the floor. Hermione waves a hand down Daphne's firm cheeks, stroking with her thumb and seeing it mould into the creamy skin.

"You're so perfect," she whispered, "just like I knew you'd be. Don't worry, I'm here to treat you well. For all the things you've said and done to me, I shouldn't be so nice. But all I'm going to do is make you feel great."

Her hand caressed the blonde's ass cheek before she stepped back, her cock leaving a sticky trail on Daphne's back. The blonde was trembling, the anticipation was almost too much to bear. "Stay there. Poke your arse out more, like that... it's time."

Daphne's legs spread wider, and she pushed her hips back, offering herself to the Muggle-born she had so often looked down upon. The pheromones had turned the tables, and she was now the one begging for it.