Taste

As the raven-haired girl disappeared down an aisle out of Montague's view, Hermione swooped on her.

"Need some ink, Tracey?" Hermione said, her voice a soft purr as she grabbed and covered Tracey's mouth, picking her up and carrying her a fair distance away from Montague's hearing range.

Tracey's eyes widened in shock, her body stiffening in Hermione's firm grip. The fear was palpable, a scent as distinct as the ink that had drawn her to this moment. Hermione's heart raced, the thrill of the hunt coursing through her veins. She had to keep her cool; any misstep would alert Montague, and that would be the end of her mission for tonight.

Once they were far enough from the Slytherin corner, Hermione set Tracey down gently, her hand still firmly over the other girl's mouth. She whispered the counter-curse for the disillusionment charm, revealing herself. Tracey's eyes searched hers, the terror clear even in the dim candlelight. It's obvious why.

Underneath that disillusionment charm, Hermione was stark naked. Her slender and fit alabaster body, gleaming with the soft glow of the candlelight, was covered in beads of perspiration. Her generous tits jutted out towards Tracey, whilst her glorious arse jutted away. She looked like a ghostly angel of lust that had been conjured from the very pages of the books around them. Even down to the biggest surprise of them all.

"You've never seen a dick this big before, I know you haven't" Hermione whispered, her voice thick with the excitement of the upcoming conquest. "Take a good look."

Tracey's eyes bulged as she realized what was happening. Hermione had used one of the dark spells she had learned to grow a very impressive male organ between her legs, standing proud and erect. The sight was both terrifying and fascinating, a grotesque parody of nature's design. The smell of musk filled the air, a potent scent that seemed to make the very air thick with tension. Her tip was fat, her shaft was wide, her balls were huge, but even they paled in comparison to that giant canine-like knot towards the base of the brunette's cock.

Hermione smirked at the look on Tracey's face. "I know what you're thinking, pureblood. You're wondering how I'm going to fit that in you." She leaned in closer, her breath hot on Tracey's ear. "It'll fit. Even my knot, as huge as it looks, will pop right in that cunt after a while."

Tracey's eyes were like saucers, her breaths shallow and quick. She tried to struggle, but Hermione's grip was like iron. "Don't bother," she whispered, her hand moving from Tracey's mouth to her neck, gently applying just enough pressure to keep her still. "Fighting won't do you any good. Why?" she tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Because you're not going to have the time, or the faculties."

Tracey watches Hermione squeeze her cock with a firm hand, drawing her grip from her shaft to her glans, and achieving the release of a great glob of precum. She had never seen anything like it. Hermione's smirk widens. "Any second now."

For a few moments Tracey has no idea what she means, but then her nose twitched involuntarily and that's when the waft of pure pheromones hit her. It was like nothing she had ever smelled before. It was like a potion designed to make her knees wobble and her pussy wet, and it was coming from Hermione. The panic on her face turned to shock, and she felt her panties get wetter and wetter as Hermione's scent invaded her.

Tracey knew if she didn't try something these pheromones would break her, so she turned onto her belly and began to desperately crawl away. But the potency of Hermione's precum was already working on her. It was as if air had turned to honey. Her hands were slipping on the floor, her legs felt like jelly, and she could feel a warm wetness spreading between her legs.

"Now, now," Hermione said with a chuckle, her cock swinging in the air like a pendulum, "none of that." She turned Tracey once again onto her back, straddling her chest.

The blonde's eyes were glazed over, the potent scent of Hermione's arousal had hit her like a tidal wave. She could feel her body betraying her, her nipples stiffening and her pussy clenching around nothing. She was a pureblood, trained from birth to despise anything that wasn't pure, and yet here she was, her body responding to this... this... monstrosity?

"You're so... wet," Hermione said, a twinkle in her eye. "You can't even hide it." She leaned down, her cock brushing against Tracey's cheek. "Open your mouth," she whispered, and Tracey had **** but to obey. The scent was too much, her mind swimming in a haze of need.

One more long squeeze of her cock, from shaft to head, and Hermione leaned down to feed Tracey her precum. The Slytherin's eyes rolled back in her head as she took the first taste. It was thick and salty, coating her tongue and making her moan involuntarily. Hermione's grin grew wicked as she watched Tracey's pupils dilate and her body melt under the pheromones. The Slytherin's mind was fogging over, her hatred and fear turning to a hunger that was entirely new to her.

With Tracey sufficiently docile, Hermione stood and pulled the raven-haired girl to her feet. The scent of lust in the air was thick and heady, a testament to the power of the ancient spell. "Now, let's find a more comfortable place to do this," she murmured, her cock jutting out in front of her like a weapon.