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Hermione's breath hitched as she came down from her intense climax, her mind reeling from the incredible sensations Professor Sinistra had just given her. The older woman's sultry gaze locked onto Hermione's as she slowly licked her lips, savoring every drop.
"My, my, Miss Granger," Sinistra purred, her voice low and rich like velvet. "You are quite... delectable."
Hermione felt her cheeks flush crimson, a giddy giggle escaping her lips before she could stop it. "I... thank you, Professor," she managed, still barely believing this was really happening.
Sinistra's eyes glittered with mischief as she traced a finger along Hermione's thigh. "Now then, my curious little lioness... tell me about your encounter with Miss Lovegood. How did it feel to be inside her?"
Hermione's breath caught in her throat. She never imagined having such an intimate conversation with a teacher, but something about Sinistra's presence made her want to confess every delicious detail.
"It was... incredible," Hermione admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Luna was so tight, so warm. When I first pushed inside her, it was like nothing I've ever felt before. Like velvet wrapped around me, squeezing me..."
As she spoke, Hermione felt her newly acquired appendage stirring back to life. Sinistra noticed too, a predatory gleam entering her eyes.
"Mmm, such a vivid description," the professor practically purred, her fingers ghosting along Hermione's rapidly hardening length. "And how did it feel to fuck a girl, my dear? To claim her, to make her yours?"
Hermione's hips bucked involuntarily at Sinistra's touch. "Oh gods," she moaned. "It was intoxicating. Feeling Luna writhe beneath me, hearing her little gasps and moans... knowing I was the one making her feel that way..."
Sinistra's hand wrapped firmly around Hermione's cock, beginning to stroke with expert precision. "And why the Astronomy Tower, hmm? Such a risky location for your sapphic explorations."
"Ahh! I... I found Luna there," Hermione panted, struggling to form coherent thoughts as pleasure coursed through her. "She was stargazing, and we started talking, and then... oh fuck... things just happened..."
The professor's movements quickened, drawing increasingly desperate sounds from Hermione. "Have you tasted her as well, Miss Granger? Savored a woman's essence on your tongue?"
"Y-yes," Hermione gasped. "I ate Luna's pussy. It was... heavenly."
At those words, Sinistra released Hermione's throbbing member. She stood and began to disrobe, letting her cloak and robes fall away to reveal acres of smooth, dark skin. Hermione's eyes widened as she took in the professor's lush curves, full breasts topped with dusky nipples, and the neatly trimmed patch of hair between her thighs.
"Tell me, Miss Granger," Sinistra purred, running her hands sensually down her own body. "Do you enjoy the taste of... chocolate?"
Hermione's tongue darted out to wet her suddenly dry lips as she drank in the sight before her. Her cock twitched with need, and she found herself leaning forward, drawn like a moth to flame.
"Yes," she breathed, her voice husky with desire. "Yes, I do."
Sinistra's lips curved into a wicked smile, the heat of her body calling to Hermione like a siren's song. "Then perhaps it's time for dessert, my eager little student..."
As Sinistra's thighs parted, revealing glistening folds, Hermione felt a primal hunger awaken within her.
Without further hesitation, Hermione leaned forward and captured Aurora's lips in a searing kiss. The professor's lips were soft and pliant, tasting faintly of cherry lip balm. Hermione's hands found purchase on the edge of the desk as she deepened the kiss, her tongue darting out to explore Aurora's mouth.
Aurora moaned softly, her hands coming up to tangle in Hermione's wild mane of hair. The younger witch's enthusiasm was infectious, and Aurora found herself responding with equal fervor. Their tongues danced together, each seeking to dominate the other.
As they kissed, Hermione's sizeable cock pressed insistently against Aurora's toned stomach. The professor broke the kiss, gasping for air, and glanced down at the impressive member.
"I have seen many cocks, Hermione, but you are definitely one of the biggest ones."
Hermione blushed but couldn't help the smug grin that spread across her face. "I'm full of surprises, Professor."
Aurora chuckled, her laugh low and sultry. "I can't wait to discover them all."
Hermione's lips trailed along Aurora's jawline, peppering kisses down to her neck. She found a particularly sensitive spot just below the professor's ear and latched onto it, sucking and nipping gently. Aurora's head fell back, a breathy moan escaping her lips.
"Oh, Hermione," she gasped, her nails digging into the young witch's shoulders. "Where did you learn to do that?"
Hermione smirked against Aurora's skin. "I'm a quick study, Professor. You should know that by now."
As Hermione continued her ministrations on Aurora's neck, her hands wandered lower, cupping the professor's full breasts. Her thumbs brushed over the dark, pebbled nipples, eliciting another moan from Aurora. Hermione marveled at the contrast between her pale hands and Aurora's rich, cocoa-colored skin.
"Your breasts are magnificent, Professor," Hermione murmured, her mouth watering at the sight. "May I...?"
Aurora nodded eagerly, arching her back to push her chest closer to Hermione's face. "Please, Miss Granger. Show me what that clever mouth of yours can do."
Hermione didn't need to be told twice. She lowered her head and took one of Aurora's nipples into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive bud. Her other hand continued to knead and caress Aurora's other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between her fingers.
"Fuck," Aurora hissed, her hips bucking involuntarily. "That feels incredible, Hermione. Don't stop."
Hermione alternated between Aurora's breasts, lavishing each with equal attention. She sucked and licked, occasionally grazing her teeth lightly over the sensitive flesh. Aurora's moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath Hermione's skilled touch.
As Hermione worshipped Aurora's breasts, a thought suddenly occurred to her. She pulled back, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I wonder what the other professors would think if they could see us now, Professor Sinistra."
Aurora laughed, the sound rich and melodious. "Oh, I can only imagine. Minerva would probably faint on the spot."
Hermione grinned, her hands still caressing Aurora's breasts. "And Professor Mirabel?"
"Mirabel?" Aurora chuckled. "She'd either join us or give us both detention for a month."
The mental image of the busty herbology teacher joining their tryst made Hermione's cock twitch with interest. "And what about Professor Snape?"
Aurora wrinkled her nose. "Let's not ruin the mood by talking about Severus, dear. Though I suspect he'd be utterly scandalized. Probably hasn't seen a naked woman since his own birth."
Hermione snorted with laughter, burying her face in Aurora's cleavage to muffle the sound. When she composed herself, she looked up at her professor with a wicked grin. "And Professor Vector? What would Septima think?"
A slow, sensual smile spread across Aurora's face. "Septima? Oh, she'd definitely want to join. In fact, she and I have... let's just say we've had our own late-night study sessions before."
The thought of the busty Arithmancy professor joining them sent a jolt of arousal straight to Hermione's groin. She groaned, her hips jerking forward involuntarily. "Merlin's beard, Professor. You can't just say things like that."
Aurora's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Why not, Miss Granger? Does the thought of Professor Vector and me together excite you?"
Hermione nodded, her cheeks flushing. "More than I care to admit."
"Perhaps we can arrange something in the future," Aurora purred, running her fingers through Hermione's hair. "But for now, I believe you were in the middle of something?"
Hermione didn't need any further encouragement. She resumed her exploration of Aurora's body, kissing a trail down the professor's toned stomach. Her tongue dipped into Aurora's navel, earning a sharp gasp from the older witch.
As Hermione reached the junction of Aurora's thighs, she paused, looking up at her professor with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. "May I, Professor?"
Aurora spread her legs wider, her dark eyes burning with lust. "Please, Hermione. I need to feel your mouth on me."
Hermione's breath hitched at the sight before her. Aurora's pussy was a work of art, glistening with arousal. Her outer labia were a deep, rich brown, framing the pink inner folds that peeked out invitingly. A neatly trimmed patch of black curls adorned her mons, and her clit stood proudly at attention, begging for Hermione's touch.
Without further hesitation, Hermione leaned in and ran her tongue along Aurora's slit, from her entrance to her clit. The taste was intoxicating – a heady mixture of musk and something distinctly Aurora. Hermione moaned, the vibrations sending shivers through Aurora's body.
"Oh, fuck," Aurora gasped, her hands flying to Hermione's hair. "Yes, just like that, Hermione. Don't stop."
Encouraged by Aurora's reaction, Hermione redoubled her efforts. She lapped at Aurora's pussy with enthusiasm, alternating between broad strokes of her tongue and focused attention on her clit. Her hands gripped Aurora's thighs, holding them open as she feasted on the professor's delicious cunt.
Aurora's moans grew louder and more frequent, her hips rocking against Hermione's face. "That's it, Miss Granger. Merlin, was Luna Lovegood the first witch you served like this?"
Hermione hummed in response, too focused on her task to formulate a coherent answer. She slid one hand up Aurora's thigh and teased her entrance with two fingers. Looking up at her professor for permission, she saw Aurora nod frantically.
"Please, Hermione," Aurora begged. "I need your fingers inside me."
Hermione slowly pushed two fingers into Aurora's tight heat, marveling at how easily they slid in. She curled them upward, searching for that spot that would drive her professor wild. When Aurora's back arched off the desk, Hermione knew she'd found it.
"Fuck!" Aurora cried out, her thighs clamping around Hermione's head. "Right there, don't stop!"
Hermione established a steady rhythm, pumping her fingers in and out of Aurora's pussy while her tongue worked her clit. The professor's moans echoed off the stone walls of the office, growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment.
"I'm close," Aurora panted, her hips bucking erratically. "Hermione, I'm going to cum. Don't stop, please don't stop!"
Hermione redoubled her efforts, curling her fingers more firmly against Aurora's g-spot and sucking hard on her clit. The professor's body went rigid, her back arching off the desk as she came with a loud cry of Hermione's name.
Hermione continued her ministrations, gentler now, helping Aurora ride out her orgasm. When the professor's body finally relaxed, Hermione slowly withdrew her fingers and placed a soft kiss on Aurora's mound.
Looking up at her professor, Hermione couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Aurora lay sprawled on the desk, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, and her eyes were half-lidded with post-orgasmic bliss.
"That was... incredible, Miss Granger," Aurora said, her voice husky. "I knew you were talented, but I had no idea just how talented."
Hermione grinned, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "I aim to please, Professor."
Aurora chuckled, pushing herself up on her elbows. "Oh, you certainly did that. But now," her eyes traveled down to Hermione's still-hard cock, "I believe it's time for the main course."
Hermione felt her cock twitch with renewed interest at Aurora's words. She leaned in, capturing the professor's lips in a passionate kiss. When they broke apart, both breathless, Hermione grinned. "I'm ready for my next lesson, Professor."
Aurora's eyes sparkled with mischief and desire. "Excellent. Now, why don't you bend me over this desk and show me what that magnificent cock of yours can do?"
Hermione didn't need to be told twice. She spun Aurora around, pressing her chest against the cool wood of the desk. Positioning herself behind the professor, Hermione ran the head of her cock along Aurora's slick folds, coating it in her juices.
"Are you ready, Professor?" Hermione asked, her voice husky with desire.
Aurora looked over her shoulder, her eyes dark with lust. "I've been ready since the moment you walked into my office, Miss Granger. Now fuck me like a whore."
With a groan, Hermione pushed forward, slowly sinking her cock into Aurora's tight heat. Both women moaned at the sensation, Aurora's walls stretching to accommodate Hermione's impressive girth.
"Merlin's beard," Aurora gasped, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk. "You feel even bigger inside me."
Hermione paused when she was fully sheathed, giving Aurora time to adjust. "Are you alright, Professor? I don't want to hurt you."
Aurora chuckled, the sound turning into a moan as she shifted her hips. "I'm more than alright, dear. Now move, please. I need to feel you fucking me."
Hermione didn't need any further encouragement. She pulled back slowly, almost to the tip, before slamming back in. Aurora cried out in pleasure, her back arching as Hermione set a steady rhythm.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the office, punctuated by Aurora's moans and Hermione's grunts of exertion. Hermione's hands gripped Aurora's hips tightly, using them for leverage as she pounded into her professor.
"Harder," Aurora demanded, pushing back to meet each of Hermione's thrusts. "Fuck me harder, Hermione. Show me what that cock can do."
Hermione complied, increasing her pace and the force of her thrusts. She leaned forward, pressing her chest against Aurora's back, and reached around to cup the professor's breasts. Her fingers found Aurora's nipples, pinching and rolling them as she continued to fuck her.
"Oh, fuck!" Aurora cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure. "Yes, just like that. Don't stop, Hermione. I'm so close."
Hermione could feel her own orgasm building, but she was determined to make Aurora cum first. She slid one hand down Aurora's body, finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles.
The added stimulation was all Aurora needed. With a loud cry of Hermione's name, she came, her pussy clenching rhythmically around Hermione's cock. The sensation of Aurora's walls squeezing her pushed Hermione over the edge, and she came with a groan, filling her professor with her seed.
They stayed like that for a moment, both panting heavily as they came down from their orgasmic high. Slowly, Hermione pulled out, watching with fascination as a mixture of their cum leaked from Aurora's well-fucked pussy.
Aurora turned around, leaning against the desk as she pulled Hermione in for a tender kiss. "That was absolutely incredible, Miss Granger," she murmured against Hermione's lips. "I think you've more than earned an Outstanding in my class."
Hermione laughed, wrapping her arms around Aurora's waist. "I'm glad you approve, Professor. Though I think I might need some extra credit assignments to really secure that O."
Aurora's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, I'm sure we can arrange something. In fact, I think Professor Vector might be interested in... assisting with your studies."
The thought of joining Aurora and Septima sent a jolt of arousal through Hermione's body. Her cock, which had begun to soften, twitched with renewed interest.
Aurora noticed, her hand trailing down to wrap around Hermione's shaft. "My, my. Eager for another lesson already, Miss Granger?"
Hermione grinned, pulling Aurora closer. "What can I say, Professor? I'm an overachiever."
As Aurora sank to her knees once more, Hermione couldn't help but think that this was going to be her favorite subject yet. Who knew Astronomy could be so... stimulating?
Professor Sinistra gracefully lowered herself to her knees before Hermione, her dark eyes fixed hungrily on Hermione's bulge.
Hermione shivered with anticipation as Sinistra's skilled tongue darted out to trace the length of her shaft. The professor's lips wrapped around the swollen head, drawing a gasp from Hermione.
"Oh fuck," Hermione moaned, her fingers tangling in Sinistra's dark curls.
Sinistra began bobbing her head, taking more of Hermione's length with each pass. Her tongue swirled expertly, hitting all the spots she knew drove the young witch wild. Hermione's hips began to twitch involuntarily, seeking more of that wet heat.
"Professor," Hermione whimpered, "Your mouth feels so good."
Encouraged by Hermione's reactions, Sinistra increased her pace. She hollowed her cheeks, creating delicious suction that had Hermione seeing stars. The obscene slurping sounds filled the room, mingling with Hermione's increasingly desperate moans.
As pleasure built within her, Hermione's grip on Sinistra's hair tightened. She began thrusting gently into the professor's willing mouth, testing the waters. When Sinistra hummed approvingly around her cock, Hermione grew bolder.
"Fuck," Hermione hissed, her hips picking up speed. "Take it all, Professor."
Sinistra relaxed her throat, allowing Hermione to slide deeper. The tight, rippling muscles massaged Hermione's length exquisitely. Lost in the sensation, Hermione's thrusts became more forceful.
"You like that, don't you?" Hermione growled, a new dominant energy surging through her. "You love choking on my big cock."
Sinistra could only gurgle in response, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as Hermione's thick shaft repeatedly hit the back of her throat. But her hands gripped Hermione's thighs encouragingly, urging her on.
Hermione's movements grew rougher, more primal. She was no longer just fucking Sinistra's mouth - she was using it for her pleasure. The shift in power was intoxicating.
"Take it, slut," Hermione snarled, her hips snapping forward relentlessly.
As she ravaged Sinistra's throat, unbidden thoughts of Fleur crept into Hermione's mind. She imagined it was the beautiful French witch on her knees, those pouty lips stretched obscenely around Hermione's girth. Fleur's silvery hair would be tangled in Hermione's fists, those bright blue eyes gazing up adoringly...
Hermione shook her head, banishing the fantasy. It was Sinistra before her now, and the reality was plenty arousing. The professor's throat convulsed around her, drawing Hermione closer to the edge.
"Fuck, I'm close," Hermione panted. "Gonna fill that greedy mouth."
Sinistra moaned eagerly, her tongue working furiously along the underside of Hermione's shaft. The vibrations sent jolts of pleasure through Hermione's core.
With a final, brutal thrust, Hermione buried herself to the hilt in Sinistra's throat. Her cock pulsed violently as she began to cum, thick ropes of semen flooding the professor's mouth.
"Swallow it all," Hermione commanded breathlessly. "Don't waste a drop."
Sinistra gulped frantically, working to consume every last bit of Hermione's abundant release. Some escaped, trickling from the corners of her lips, but she quickly lapped it up.
As the last aftershocks faded, Hermione slowly withdrew from Sinistra's abused throat. The professor gasped for air, her lips swollen and glistening with saliva and cum.
"Delicious as always, Miss Granger," Sinistra rasped, licking her lips appreciatively.
Hermione smirked, tucking herself back into her robes. "Maybe we can do this again, Professor?"
Sinistra nodded eagerly. "I'll be counting the minutes."
Narcissa
Narcissa felt a chill run down her spine as her sister, Bellatrix Lestrange, sauntered into the drawing room of Malfoy Manor. The wild-haired witch's eyes gleamed with a manic light that seemed to have only intensified since her escape from Azkaban 14 months prior. Narcissa steeled herself, adopting a mask of cool indifference.
"To what do I owe the... pleasure of your visit, Bella?" Narcissa's voice dripped with barely concealed disdain.
Bellatrix clutched her chest in mock offense. "Oh, sister dear! Can't a girl pop 'round to see her beloved family without an interrogation?" Her lips curved into a pout that might have been comical if not for the predatory glint in her eyes.
Narcissa scoffed, lifting a perfectly manicured eyebrow. "Please. You were hardly a frequent visitor even before your... extended absence. So I'll ask again - why are you here?"
A slow, unsettling grin spread across Bellatrix's face. "Always the clever one, weren't you, Cissy? Out of the three of us, you always did have the sharpest mind." Her expression darkened. "Unlike that blood traitor Andromeda, sullying our noble line by rutting with filthy Mudbloods."
"Your point, Bella?" Narcissa's patience was wearing thin.
Bellatrix's eyes glittered dangerously. "Information, dear sister. About the Potter boy."
"He's at Hogwarts," Narcissa replied airily, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure if you just waltz through the front gates, you'll have no trouble at all finding what you need."
A cackle burst from Bellatrix's lips, the sound setting Narcissa's teeth on edge. "Oh, you do amuse me so! But no, no, no... I want to know what makes the little brat tick. His weaknesses, his pressure points."
Narcissa considered for a moment, weighing her words carefully. "He has two constant companions. Ronald Weasley and... Hermione Granger."
At the mention of the Muggle-born witch's name, Bellatrix's face contorted in disgust. But then, slowly, a truly wicked smile began to bloom across her features. Narcissa felt her blood run cold, recognizing the look that meant her sister had hatched some truly depraved scheme.
"Oh Cissy," Bellatrix purred, her voice filled with malevolent glee. "I do believe you've given me the most delightful idea."
"And what, pray tell, might that be?"
Bellatrix's eyes gleamed with a mixture of madness and cruel intent. "Why, what better way to break the boy than through his precious little Mudblood?" She began to pace, her excitement palpable. "We'll snatch her right from under Dumbledore's crooked nose. And then..." She trailed off, lost in her own twisted fantasies.
"Bella," Narcissa said carefully, "perhaps we should consider-"
But Bellatrix was beyond reason now, caught up in the throes of her manic plotting. "Oh, the things I'll do to her, Cissy! I'll make her scream until her throat bleeds. I'll carve my mark into her filthy skin. And when I'm done, when she's nothing but a broken, whimpering shell... we'll send what's left back to Potter in pieces!"
Narcissa felt bile rise in her throat. She held no love for mud bloods, but the thought of torturing a child... it turned her stomach. "Bella. Surely there are other ways-"
"Don't go soft on me now, sister," Bellatrix hissed, rounding on Narcissa with a dangerous glint in her eye. "Or have you forgotten where your loyalties lie?"
Narcissa straightened her spine, meeting her sister's gaze unflinchingly. "My loyalties are precisely where they should be, Bella. With my family, and with the Dark Lord's cause. I simply think we should approach this with more... finesse."
Bellatrix's mad cackle echoed through the room once more. "Oh Cissy, always the diplomat. Don't fret your pretty little head about the details. I'll handle everything." She moved closer, cupping Narcissa's face in a grip that was just a shade too tight to be affectionate. "You've been ever so helpful, dear sister. The Dark Lord will be pleased."
As Bellatrix swept from the room, her manic laughter trailing behind her, Narcissa allowed herself a small shudder. She had a sinking feeling that she'd just set something terrible in motion. But what could she do? Family was everything, after all. Even when that family was as mad as a box of Cornish pixies.
She knew if Bella had her hands on the mud blood, she knew the girl would beg for death, and Narcissa didn't like the thought of that, but at the very least, she wasn't the one who would do the deed; it was her sister. Not her. She wasn't guilty of whatever her sister did.
The Longbottoms, the countless people who screamed because of Bellatrix. None of them were her fault.
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