Chapter Eight

As Viktor's lips met Hermione's, the familiarity of the gesture struck her like a thunderbolt. It was the same passionate, all-consuming kiss Harry often gave her, yet there was something undeniably different—something that made her heart race and her breath catch in her throat. Viktor's hands, still warm and strong from their earlier intimacy, cradled her face, his thumbs tracing the contours of her cheeks as his tongue danced with hers. The kiss was deep, possessive, and it ignited a fire within her that she couldn't ignore. Hermione felt a pang of guilt, but it was overshadowed by the raw desire coursing through her veins.

As their lips met again, Hermione felt a surge of desire mixed with guilt, but before she could process her emotions, she was startled by a familiar yet unexpected sensation. Viktor's arousal began to stir inside her once more, growing harder with each passing moment. Her eyes widened in shock as she pulled back, her breath catching in her throat. "Viktor, you're... you're getting hard again," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and arousal. Viktor's lips curved into a confident smile as he thrust gently upward, his hands tightening around her hips.

Viktor's voice was low and commanding, his accent thick with desire as he whispered, "Once with you, Hermione, is nowhere near enough." His hands tightened around her hips, pulling her down as he thrust upward, his hardness pressing against her sensitive walls. Hermione gasped, her fingers clutching at his broad shoulders as she felt him grow thicker inside her. "You're... you're still so big," she stammered, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. Viktor chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling, as he began to move beneath her, his rhythm slow but deliberate.

Viktor’s hands cradled Hermione’s hips as he gently rolled them over, his thick shaft still buried within her. She gasped softly, her fingers digging into his back as he settled above her. Hermione’s eyes met Viktor’s, the intensity of his gaze making his pulse quicken. She glanced down, her breath catching as she saw their bodies still joined, Viktor’s substantial length still partially inside her. “Is this position okay for you?” Viktor asked, his voice low and smooth, tinged with a hint of his accent.

Hermione nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, it's fine."

Viktor's eyes locked onto hers, filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness as he began to move above her again, his thick shaft gliding in and out with a rhythm that was both gentle and commanding. "You are incredible, Hermione," he murmured, his voice low and husky, his accent thick with arousal. Hermione's breath hitched as she felt him swell inside her, his girth stretching her once more. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape, but Viktor's hands on her hips tightened, urging her to let go. "Don't hold back, my love," he whispered, his thumbs tracing circles over her skin.

Viktor's lips brushed her ear as he murmured, "The wards here will swallow every sound, moya lyubov." His calloused hands slid up her trembling thighs, fingertips pressing into the soft flesh just shy of painful. "Let me hear you."

Hermione's resolve shattered as his thick cock twitched inside her, already swelling back to full hardness. A whimper escaped her throat when he rolled his hips upward, the delicious stretch making her toes curl against the silk sheets.

"Then scream for me," Viktor growled, his thick Bulgarian accent curling around the words as he snapped his hips upward. The sharp slap of skin on skin echoed through the cabin as Hermione's back arched, her fingernails carving crescent moons into his sweat-slicked pectorals. His monstrous length stretched her to the brink—she could feel the thick veins pulsing against her inner walls with each brutal thrust.

"V-Viktor—oh!" Hermione's cry broke into a gasp as his swollen tip kissed her deepest place, her blonde curls sticking to her flushed cheeks.

Harry lay on the Gryffindor dormitory floor, his wand still clutched in one hand, the Marauder's Map glowing faintly in front of him. The dim light of the map illuminated his flushed face, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. The air was thick with the musky scent of his own semen, which had pooled around him after his second orgasm. His robes were disheveled, his underwear soaked and clinging to his thighs, a testament to the intense arousal he'd felt watching Hermione and Viktor's movements on the map.

Harry's fingers trembled as he dragged the Map closer, the parchment crinkling beneath his sweat-slick palms. His swollen cock twitched against his damp underwear as he watched the tiny inked footprints—Hermione J. Granger and Viktor K. Krum—still shifting in slow, intimate circles atop Viktor's bed. The names pulsed faintly, as if breathing in sync.

"Still going..." Harry rasped, his throat raw. His hips jerked involuntarily when Hermione's inked foot arched sharply—a motion he knew too well.

Harry's spent cock gave a feeble twitch against his thigh, the oversensitive flesh protesting yet still responding to the hypnotic movements on the Map. A pearl of pre-cum glistened at his tip as Viktor's name shuddered violently—Hermione's footprint arching sharply upward in what Harry knew was her climax pose.

The moment Viktor’s name shuddered violently on the Map, Harry’s breath stuttered in his chest. His fingers dug into the parchment as Hermione’s inked foot arched higher—her toes curling in that telltale way they always did when she came. A ragged groan tore from Harry’s throat as his cock twitched again, painfully hard despite having spilled twice already.

On the Map, Hermione’s name trembled as Viktor’s larger footprint shifted, rolling her beneath him.

Harry’s grip on the Map tightened as Viktor’s name pressed Hermione’s deeper into the parchment, the ink smudging slightly from the sweat on his palms. A sharp gasp escaped him when Hermione’s tiny, inked hand splayed wide—her fingers clawing at the sheets in surrender as Viktor’s larger form eclipsed hers.

"He's on top of her," Harry thought, his breath hitching as Viktor’s name pinned Hermione’s firmly against the parchment. The map’s enchantment flickered, pulsing in time with the unseen rhythm of their bodies. A bead of sweat dripped from Harry’s temple onto the parchment, blurring the edge of Viktor’s inked footprint as it pressed deeper.

Hermione’s name arched sharply—her tiny, trembling script quivering beneath the weight of Viktor’s. Harry’s cock throbbed against his thigh, still slick from his last release.

Harry’s fingers closed around his sticky cock with a **** groan, his thumb smearing precum over the flushed head as he watched the map. Viktor’s name now covered Hermione’s completely, the ink vibrating with each unseen thrust.

“Y-yes… take her, Viktor,” Harry panted, his hips bucking into his own tight fist. The scent of sweat and sex clung to him as his balls tightened again—impossible after two releases, yet his body burned to spill once more.

On the map, Hermione’s tiny hand suddenly scrabbled at the parchment, her fingers splaying as if bracing against Viktor’s bulk.