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Chapter 25: Preparing with a Purpose

Why anyone would want to take over the world I will never know. Do you have any idea how much paperwork it takes just to run a few businesses? Well you obviously don’t since running anything larger would be a bother. HJP to a nosy reporter post ascension.

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Penny awoke with a sigh of contentment. She was not alone in the bed she was waking up in this morning. She could feel the warmth snuggled next to her under the covers. She felt the slight weight on her face of a mask. She didn’t wear one to keep light out and when she opened her eyes, she could see clearly through the eyeholes.

She blinked and took in a breath through her mouth and nose. The scent hit her. She and the room reeked of sex. Taking a quick mental inventory, Penny found that her breasts were sore and there was a slight bit of stickiness there. She felt sweat and saliva with something lingering. A different scent then Dora or her own lingered on her and the room in general.

Shifting slightly, Penny let a moan out at the soreness she felt. Her pussy was sore and her whole groin had a pleasant ache to it. The tenderness in her ass was new, but there was a sensitivity there that felt right. Her head had the pleasant numbness of a good number of orgasms present. Penny let out a gasp as she recalled exactly what had happened the night before.

“Wow,” Penny said even as she catalogue exactly how relaxed and sated she felt. “You don’t go in for halves Dora. That was just… awesome.”

“Yeah, he is at that,” Dora said as she smiled lazily at her lover. “I have to admit that I almost don’t want to move or change. I like this feeling.”

“Unfortunately, we will have to get up eventually,” Penny said with a content sigh. “I know I am going to need some salve after all that fun. It was worth it, but I think I would have liked to wake in his arms. I have to admit that you were right…”

“About what,” Dora said with a smirk as she ran her hands along Penny’s tender and relaxed yet also stiff body, “that my master is one good fuck, that anal is interesting, or that your mid-orgasm declaration of what is worth taking for such fun was spot on?”

“All of the above,” Penny let a moan out as Dora began to massage her well-used body. “Thanks for setting last night up and the helping hand.”

“No problem that is what friends are for,” Dora said as she let her body morph her own strain away. “So I take it you want to talk about things or at least let whatever thoughts built up out?”

“Yeah,” Penny sighed as Dora summoned the oil like potion and began to rub it into her friend’s worn body. “I think I will be a bit more loose-lipped with you doing that…”

Dora slid the sheets off of their nude bodies and knelt with Penny’s legs between her thighs. Her friend was resting on her side as both her front and backsides were sore in a satisfied and sated way. Dora was able to reach most of her friend in this position and let the slick hands knead her lover’s recovering body. She had already massaged her friend a bit, but now she was working over her friend’s upper body, especially her strained back and somewhat abused chest.

Dora was quiet for a bit, as her friend was rendered unable to verbally respond from her therapy. She massaged the oil like viscous potion derived lotion into her friend’s tender skin. She watched as it soothed away the red marks that the more intense play had stung. Her right hand worked over the shoulder and upper back as she felt the muscles loosen up and relax from the repetitive convulsions her previous exercise had caused.

Letting her friend’s upper back and proud chest shine with the lotion as it worked, Dora moved a bit lower soothingly rubbing both Penny’s taunt and firm stomach as well as her lower back. This was something that was not done out of sexual desire although it was a very sensual experience for her friend. Penny had been somewhat celibate for a time and her body had softened from lack of certain activities. Muscles had gotten out of shape, but Dora doubted that she wouldn’t need to do this in the future. Her friend did deserver some happiness after all.

It was not as if she could deal with Percival herself or allow the risk it would have on her lovers for them to handle it. Shaking her head, Dora turned to more pleasant thoughts as she slid back down Penny’s body. Her friend was mostly half asleep by this point. Her eyes were half lidded at the least and Dora had left her skin shiny soothed and recovering in her wake. It was time to soothe the more used areas of her friend’s body.

Dora was well aware of how wild that the three of them had gotten the night before. She had felt her own body aching pleasantly from exertion and had even needed to shift it better. Her lover didn’t have that option and had been without a good stretching in a while as it was. Even her shifting for enhancing her fingers and tongue hadn’t been the exact same kind of stretching. It was simply the fact that Penny had been without more than fingers long enough to have tightened up even without the exercises that the girl had been doing to be ready for that in the future.

“Well it is not as if you are already somewhat loosened,” Dora said with a bit of a snicker as she felt how Penny was still stretched from her night of fun. “Although, it might be the wrong lips that are loose at the moment, but I think you would prefer to have these loose than what having the others would cost. Still, I think last night was a very convincing presentation to the benefits of things.”

“There is that,” Penny said while she allowed Dora to massage the sore inner muscles that her adrenaline the night before had dulled the ache she was causing. “You were right he was one hell of a fuck, but you are also spot on in not wanting to get into a relationship after that jerk Percival. Considering I am so laid that I don’t care, long story short I caught the ass cheating and they weren’t necessarily willing if you get my drift. He was using his position to get some action. What pissed me off was that if he had asked I would have likely ground him to the floor considering how horny I have been. He had plenty of opportunities and from what I got out of them that he seemed to have not been ready to walk off after his spurt unlike with me!”

“Idiot passing up a hot and willing girlfriend like you were proves he is a fool,” Dora said as she alternated internal and external caressing to sooth her friend’s worn body. “Still it might be that he has other issues. Considering he used his position as prefect over them then it is likely that he doesn’t really get worked up properly unless he is doing certain things and he would have likely not thought to try to order you about…”

Dora trailed off not necessarily to allow Penny to think but more that her massage was causing Penny to pant and flush once more. Her slick fingers worked the sore muscles and caressed the still gaping sex and engorged clit and lips of her friend. The rhythmic stroking worked Penny to a more frantic breathing. Dora smiled as her friend stiffened on the outside yet spasmed around her friend. She kept it up until Penny went limp and relaxed as she resumed the less sexual and more soothing massaging.

Penny was taking deep breaths as her friend helped the soothing spread through her body. She could hear her friend not really talking but murmuring soothing words as she came down from her plateau. She relaxed into her friends attending and caressing hands as she let her body relax from the sudden climax she had been worked to achieving. She felt the potions soothing her worn muscles and while the euphoria was easing the strain that she had experienced, Penny knew that she likely would be pantsed for more until the evening anyways. Her breathing calmed and she reveled in the nice feeling stirring through her body as she thought over what Dora had told her.

“That could be,” Penny said while her body started to cease feeling sore as the massage slowed down after her shuddering. “I think that might have put me off your dominant master if he hadn’t made me cum more times in one night than I have in a month. Still I think I need to soak a bit and see about working myself up to a better performance in the future. I may not be in love or devotion as you are, but I definitely am in lust and respect the man he is. After my OWL tests I think I might see about setting things on a more official course. Maybe see about getting some dates as I wanted over the summer, but I expect him to spend time with you as well, as well as whomever else he is seeing. Sharing may be a pain, but it is better to have some of the pie than none at all. Now help me to the tub so I can soak. Your master as well as you gave me a very satisfying seeing to last night.”

“Sure,” Dora said and with a bit of effort managed to help her friend to the bath. “Now just lie back and let me pamper you for a bit. I have to keep my part of the bargain from last night so I will be out for most of the afternoon. I think that we might have gone overboard a bit last night or should have done some more preparation since you were worn down so easily. Still as it is you should be feeling a bit better and it will give you some time to think.”

“Yeah just taking up the nice stress freeing sex is nice, but dedicating myself like you will take some commitment and these classes are getting more demanding so I might not have the time to properly repay all this in the near future,” Penny rambled out as the warm water and scrubbing helped continue her body recovering after the massage. “Summer would give me time to think and I can definitely give a thoroughly examined reasoning by then. I guess we have to wear masks until then since I don’t want to get committed in a rebound even if it already seems unthinkable not to hook up permanently with a guy as great as your master.”

“I understand and it took me a lot of soul searching to be sure that it was the best decision for me,” Dora said as she added a few bubbly potions to the bath to help her friend and lover recover. “Now as I said I am going to pamper you until I have to leave. So relax a bit while I get some food to help you recover some, as real food is more useful for rebuilding than potions. It seems odd to have the romance after the sex, but I don’t think you will mind…”

“Mind, I suppose if it was that jerk I would, but you are my friend,” Penny said with a sigh as the tub began to move the warm water so pleasantly around her. “Fruits, chocolate and some cheeses would hit the spot right now.”

“Of course,” Dora said as she gave her friend an appreciative caress as she got up to get what her friend needed. “I would normally offer something with protein but I think we both guzzled enough of that last night…”

Penny’s laugh reached her ears before she reached the door. Dora realized that this was something nice that she had now. It was a different kind of friendship than with her other friends, but it was special in its own way. As much as she thought her previously already hooking up and getting sexed up friends might benefit from a romp with her master, Dora realized that adding too many people would cause a drop in time for each of them after a point. Sure Harry, Hermione, and the other two were enhanced and she had her own ways, but recovery time for others made some things less crowded. It was nice that she could do things with Penny while the others were busy.

‘I wonder if Hermione spent time with whomever it was she was evaluating or if master was truly pissed about that little accident,’ Dora thought as she grabbed the platters from the house elf and headed back to her room. ‘I suspect that master was quite disappointed with her behavior yesterday. I will find out about it later anyways. Hopefully it wasn’t too bad, but Hermione should know better since she has been his for longer and did not seem to seek out punishments before…’



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It was Saturday morning, the previous night he had spent with Dora and her lover. Hermione was supposed to have spent time with Hannah and Susan either that or with Su, but his newer apprentice had done something that had required the previous night’s punishment. It was not that he was not expecting such a thing to happen, but he had thought that her cousin Alice would have been the one that would wish to stretch her boundaries.

‘I suppose it is a purely human problem,’ Harry said as he ran his hands over the slightly marred skin. ‘I have no problems now with inflicting pain to bring pleasure or proper discipline. I just had hoped that Hermione had been over her insecurities. I don’t like having to do that even if I see a reason. I suppose considering how close in personality that they are that the two cousins would have the same issues. As it is, I hope that I don’t have to do the same for a while. They are both stubborn and strong willed with a drive I respect. Unfortunately, Hermione had to decide to push her boundaries yesterday. I appreciate the advice, but I cannot have anyone behaving like that.’

He traced the slight scars that hadn’t faded quite yet. He hadn’t liked what he had done, but he had accepted the need to keep discipline. It had not been that what Hermione had done was anywhere near as bad as going directly to one of his enemies and spilling all the secrets that he had confided with her, but it was far too slippery of a slope to have start. Not even Alice had needed punishment that great in some time. Hermione had been sloppy and had almost led suspicion to them all with her vocal debate. She should have known better than to let her passion consume a discussion like that.

Harry was aware that he had spent a good part of the time while Dora got her lover ready in disciplining Hermione. He had laid into her with an abandon he would not have before the rituals had hardened her body. The pain had been to get her attention. The real punishment had left her sobbing wishing for relief. While he had been driving Dora and Miss Blue to exhaustion, Hermione had been worked to a frothing state. He didn’t really like having to do what he did, but they both knew that it was necessary.

“Morning, Mine,” Harry said as he slid next to her. “I hope that we don’t have to do that for quite some time. Your momentary disobedience did cost you some, but I do not plan on allowing you to shirk your responsibilities today.”

“Yes, sir,” Hermione said while seeming to shudder in need. “Please sir. I need…”

“I understand,” Harry said as he felt the remnants of her punishment return now that she was no longer knocked out. “I have to admit that leaving you there like that was rather difficult. Oh, not the leaving you mewling in need part as we both know that you liked that, but you wanted to be punished and having you spend the whole night on the edge and still not having released this morning is already distracting you. I found it difficult not being inside while you were kept on edge and thus was unable to enjoy your rhythmic contractions of need.”

“Please, master, stop torturing me, and just use me!” Hermione sobbed out as her body had gone from asleep to let me cum damn it in barely a few moments. “I am sorry for what I did. I never should have done what I did!”

“Yes, you should not have done so,” Harry said as he teased her as the charm resumed preventing her from finding release either in sleep or climax. “I like that you and Anne have some fire, but you must understand that my word is law. I cannot have you doing things that reflect badly on me. You were told to not allow suspicion to form, but this was one time when your belief that you might have known better could have cost us. Things would have been complicated if it had been a staff member or prefect. It could have been bad if you accidentally had done something to drive Susan and Hannah from us. Amelia Bones is not someone any wise person attacks with any impunity. I do not wish to have to do things to correct such sloppiness. If it had been a professor, I may have had to indulge in modifying their memories or otherwise securing things. It would have been tolerable with a ghost and could have been disastrous if it had been one of the portraits. Now I am going to enjoy your punishment for a bit now…”

Hermione whimpered in need as Harry sunk into her body. It was understandable that her body was wound up and waiting for some release. Normally she would be at the point where his mere head entering into her warm wet and waiting channel would have caused her to orgasm already. Unfortunately, her punishment was preventing that as the block kept her from reaching a climax but kept her on that plateau so close that it was maddening.

Harry on the other hand was taking his time in savoring the moment. It felt good and yet he preferred it when Hermione was repeatedly clenching and milking him. Still, there was no reason not to make his point and if it involved seeing how long he could spend filling and stretching Hermione then so much the better. Besides, he hadn’t done something like this in a while and he had learned that Hermione needed a firm hand from time to time. Maybe next time he would just drag her into a broom closet and pound her ass hard.

“I might do that later,” Harry said as he shifted Hermione so that he could better slam her soaked passage while giving her ass an appreciative slap. “Now I wonder how you will react with a cunt full in your current state…”

Harry relentlessly plowed Hermione’s pussy with long fast strokes slamming against her deepest point while she thrashed about. For once, this was in no way related to bringing his lover, student and follower pleasure but merely taking his own with her embrace. Still, Harry was aware that the warmth and grip around him was also egging him on to conclusion. It hadn’t been helping that he had been moving as fast or as rough inside her as he had been. If Hermione hadn’t been as wet and flowing as she was, Harry was sure that she would have been red and raw already with a possibility of chaffed to the point of bleeding. Now that was something that he didn’t want to do as in spite of this being a punishment that it was fundamentally against his nature to harm his girls. There was a difference in hurting them since they tended to like being hurt so good as it was.

While he had been driving himself to release even as he tried to draw it out, Hermione had been shaking and sobbing with a good deal of begging. Her night had been spent in a similar state without her master being present and that just made this more agonizing. He was in most ways her first friend and baring Dora was her only primary friend as Anne was Alice’s friend while the group of girls was more interested in Harry instead of her own self so there was that as well. Still, Hermione craved time with Harry even if it was being punished. There was also the fact that things could have blown up or tipped their hand to the professors, which would have been as equally disastrous.

Hermione felt her master bottom out and grind into her begging cunt. She was aware that her normal crest of climax started before slamming down just before she released. It was infuriating being so close she could taste it. Oh, her master hadn’t deadened her body so she felt no arousal, but that was probably the only thing that would be worse. Of course, the orgasm when he did let her cum would be extremely intense. It was just so maddening when she knew it wasn’t a game.

“Please let me cum,” Hermione stuttered as she sobbed out while she felt him throbbing inside with the tell tale feel of his own release approaching. “I can feel you going to cum so let me cum with you…”

“Not quiet yet my disobedient, apprentice,” Harry said while continuing his relentless body rocking thrusting. “Oh, I am going to cum inside your warm, wet, and waiting cunt, but I don’t think you have earned the right to cum just yet. Why I might even make you go the whole day yet before coming if you don’t behave.”

“Please, master,” She begged as he screwed her roughly. “Don’t do that. I will be good and do whatever it takes for you to feel my punishment is fair!”

“I suppose I might let you cum when I am done with you,” Harry teasingly tormented her. “In the mean time, I think I am going to see how full I can fill your cum hungry twat while keeping you slick with arousal without the release you crave. Yes, I think that will do for now…”

Hermione just nodded her head in agreement and accepted his actions. Well she was bucking back into his thrusts and she would have cum long ago and several times by this point normally. She was terrified of going even longer in this state. She realized that she had no control and all the control she had in her life was an illusion. An illusion his punishment clearly shattered.

Her mind was full of a mantra of four words slowly decreasing in length. Please let me cum, please let cum, please cum, please, and cum. His pace was maddening and the repeated approach to climax before being slammed back to approach again was driving her mind of all rational thoughts. It might break her before he rebuilt her even more loyal and strong. Her pussy was in pleasure but not bliss and no matter how she moved could not cross that line. It was truly a mind-altering technique for pleasure was far more difficult to resist than pain. The only thing that was more thorough in its indoctrination was the combination, which Harry would discover during his next visit to Azkaban.

“You are going to be my good girl, right Hermione?” Harry asked as all Hermione could do was nod her head frantically in agreement. “Just remember good girls get rewarded while disobedient girls get punished.”

“Yes, sir,” Hermione said as she decided to refrain from longer words as it was difficult enough to think of them let alone say them by this point, “bad… naught girls?”

Harry could hear the question even if Hermione was having difficulty matching words up currently to form complete thoughts. As it was, he was using the teasing words and time to lay out the simplified rule to hold his release back. It was driving Hermione quite down and tearing away any resistance. That it would intensify his pleasure and draw out things was just an added bonus.

He really would have to do a thorough deconstruction on the reasons for his behavior in the near future. Ever since Halloween, he had found it more difficult to control things. He had not expected to have Alice or Anne succeed in their attempts at seduction for at least another year and closer to two based on his previous resistance. Sure, they would try harder since his stop measure for eliminating the discomfort of their monthlies could easily cross the lines to the sexual as it had been a combination of massage and did involve them sitting on his face. It was odd that he hadn’t gone sex mad when Anne had first surprised him by tugging his pants open and sliding him down her throat. Since he had resisted after that point, he should have been able to last a while before things spiraled out of control.

Ok, so his contemplating these things was in part to draw things out since he didn’t want to let himself go into Hermione until her body was going to be sensitive when she did have the endorphins taper off. He really didn’t want to have to do this again or at least for a good while. Not the sex bit, but the punishment leaving one of his with a tear stained face. Still, it was bothering him more than just subconsciously that he had been overwhelmed by his hormones a good few years ahead of schedule even if the goblins had told them that they were biologically detectable to be older even if they were not chronologically older than they should have been.

“I suppose it depends on how you mean,” Harry said as he twitched a muscle to hold back just a bit longer. “If you mean naughty girls like Dora is then they get fucked like they need while if you mean disobeying in important things than that is something different. Now if you mean bad as not sticking to the rules society says we should while still resisting the temptations of idiotic bungling than that would be similar. Being a good girl for me is not the same as being a goody two shoes sheep. You already know that on some level…”

Her replies were whimpering and sobbing even as she frantically tried to make herself climax as she moved into his motions. Since she had been led into his room the previous day, Hermione had been disciplined harshly. Her master had not been gentle with his application of pain producing implements. He had then made sure the pain had gotten her good and worked up before placing a spell that made her unable to reach a climax although it was nerve racking close. He had then proceeded to attach several toys to keep her from dropping out of that hyper-aroused state. When he returned while being heavily drenched with the scent of Dora and Dora’s lover, he had given her a repeated administration of pain while she was still being stimulated. After he had got the bed ready, he had let the part of the spell keeping her from passing out release and she had slumped drained and still burning for release.

Her master had then woken her and talked with her before releasing the part that held her mind numb from the sensations that had not been diminished even after passing out. So now, here she was rocking her voice useless and trying to express her emotions and apology while she felt him draw things out to make sure she got the point. She could tell even in her current state that her master should have normally flooded her by now.

“Now you are going to be a good girl or I can always call for Su,” Harry said adding the extremely submissive girl to further drill the point into her mind. “She is always eager to please and knows her role quiet well. I suppose leaving you like this while I drive Su to heaven might make things abundantly clear.”

Hermione’s eyes widened in concern and dread at that point, as she knew that Su was one of the most submissive people she had ever seen. The petite oriental girl would do anything for her master. She would have no problem if Harry used her as a chair or used Hermione as a cushion while he screwed her mindless. Hell, Hermione was certain that if he had her stand spread before them and whipped her brutally that the girl would accept it with a smile on her face. That the girl would cum because her master was finding her useful was beside the point. All this flashed through her mind in a single heartbeat and left her with a single conclusion.

“I’ll be good,” Hermione squeaked out between ragged breaths, “Master!”

“That is good to hear, my good girl,” Harry said as he began to rock against her as he held her tight to him. “I know that you would learn. Now take my cum, and I might think about letting you… cum!”

“Yes, sir,” Hermione managed to slur out even as she felt him cum like a high-pressure hose inside her. “Not going to let it out.”

Harry held her firmly against him as she ground back against him while he felt his pressure release into her pulling depths. He felt a bit light headed similar to when he had Dora suck him dry instead of just having a slight relief from the pressure. Hermione would have likely passed out if the spell had allowed her as the not orgasm but still extremely pleasurable sensation struck her wound up body.

“Now that feels really good for me,” Harry said as he savored the sensations he was experiencing. “I think there is one more thing to do before I remove this part of the punishment from you.”

“What is that master?” Hermione asked once her breathing had calmed some. “How can I serve you?”

Harry heard the submissiveness in her voice and it made it abundantly clear that his idea was a good one. Hell the last time Alice had started to get out of line when they had been over for the holiday it had worked as a good enforcement and she hadn’t been prevented from climaxing during it. He had been confided in by Anne that it really did bring out the submissive nature especially if done right. Su was a further example as even though the girl was almost the ultimate submissive and fanatically loyal a minion one could ask for even Su had entered something of an even more docile and puppy like state after a drawn out encounter of the truly dominating kind.

“Well you were a good fuck and you do have some measure of a useful intelligence,” Harry conceded as he tried to drive in how independent compared to her dependent nature he was. “The rest of my collection has the same qualities but at least except for Alice who seems to wish to be my chief servant the others are suitable sure of their place and properly deferential and submissive to my wants and needs. Therefore, you are left with a choice. You can either withstand my using your ass until it is similarly taxed or I can call Su up and spend the rest of your punishment before I head out with you watching as I drill her ass until she is gasping and limp from the sheer number and intensity of orgasms. If it result in that; however, you will realize that this punishment is far gentler than the alternative. You will have this curse held on you until school lets out. You might convince me to permit you a limited number of orgasms in that period of time, but you would not be welcome in my bed nor would you be permitted to play with any of my other toys. I will also have Alice take your place and allow the others to spend the next year using you however they wish and it will be up to their discretion if you have earned permission to be more than perpetually in need.”

Her master’s ultimatum hit her like an ice cold fish to the face. This was now a do or die moment, and her entire world rested on her decision. Given what he had just told her, there was little choice in the matter, but she also realized that if her good behavior was not followed that his stated discipline would surely follow. Her life like that would be as much of a poor substitute as she could possible imagine. The only thing that would have been worse was all that and being sent away to be alone once more. To know that she had failed at life and that her cousin would beat her was almost too much to bear.

“Your will be done, master,” Hermione said with her head bowed to her chest. “Use me as you will. Life without you would be no life at all.”

Hearing the conviction I her voice made Harry smile. He had cut to the deep with his demand, but he was aware that Hermione would be almost empty if that happened. It was better to deal with this now before Hermione began to have anywhere near the outburst it could have been. He was also aware that if he did send her away that she likely would become clinically depressed so he really was hoping that would never happen. Well she might also go completely bat shit crazy trying to gain his approval. He really didn’t need the sudden attention of Hermione deciding that as unlike his earlier followers she had yet to personally end a human life that she should do something suitable extravagant to prove her dedication.

He shifted her forward and set her on the floor. Harry slowly let her tight grip slide loose as he eased out of her. It was so tempting to just stay buried inside her as her body felt so welcoming around him. Still, he slid out of her with a pop and he looked at his soaked cock as it dripped some sticky clear with a hint of sweetness liquid onto Hermione’s shuddering body. He placed the head against her rosebud while giving her back and ass an appreciative grope.

“Do it, master,” Hermione begged as he was pressing the head just parting her opening. “You made sure I knew that my pussy was for your pleasure first and foremost. Now make me never forget who this piece of ass belongs to by reaming me until you are satisfied!”

What could he say to that? Hermione had made it clear she wished her master to know who owned her in body, mind, and soul. That he would be drained into her oh-so-eager ass was a bonus for him. Besides, it made him feel better to know that he was not a slave to his own lusts. That had been worrying him, but with the three ladies that he currently had at his beck and call, there was not much stress unlike his classmates who were left mostly dealing with their own urges. He also was aware that Susan was raring for him to stop seducing her and make her one of his women. Hermione was in a way precious to him, but he had to make it clear to her that even with that he could do without her if she forgot things. Planets were dependent on the sun not vice versa and he was the sun around which they orbited.

“Good girl,” Harry groaned out as he sunk into her ass with ease do to how lubricated he was from cuming inside her pussy. “One down and one to go so just make it through this and I will let you cum this time. You know I hate having to punish you, but at least I didn’t pull out and cum inside Dora or something. I believe that would have been even worse for you…”

She shuddered at that even as he ground his cock deep inside her. She could feel his heat inside her even as he savored the warm embrace around him. Her eyes closed as she reflected on how bad that would have been. To have her master screw her and then pull out to cum inside or on some other girl would have hurt terribly. It would have crushed her self-esteem to be considered that disappointing and unworthy. The only thing that would have been worse would have been to be sent away. To lose having any of his attention would be like condemning a flower to the slow death of being placed in a sunless place.

“Yes, it would be,” she confessed to her master with body wracking sobs as the thought almost chilled her out of her state of extreme arousal as it was so terrifying. “That would be gut-retching in its torment. So please master, I will be a good girl and eagerly enjoy your cock pounding my ass and filling it with your cream like you sprayed your slave’s cunt…”

She felt his slow motions inside her as he pressed and ground into her. For a moment, Hermione wondered if she hadn’t been sincere enough in her pleading and that he would pull out and leave her in need while going to Dora and letting her sate his needs. She let out a sigh of relief even as her tears shinned on her face because her master began to slide and stroke into her stretched ass. She could feel his motions splashing his cum inside her now red from use pussy even if she couldn’t feel how tender it was through her arousal.

“Just keep on being a good girl and I will enjoy your ass and leave it with soothing cum often,” Harry told her as he started to move with more effort. “Still I plan on taking my time in how long I pound your ass so you just need to last a bit longer and you may cum when I am done.”

“Thank you master,” Hermione said as she slammed herself back against his cock. “I won't let you down ever again. Now pound my ass like the master you are!”

Harry just smirked at that and did so. He knew enough that the girls tended to be more accommodating after they had a good hard fuck especially when he reamed their ass. Besides, he had been finding it difficult not to enjoy when the girls offered so eagerly any particular pleasurable act. So why shouldn’t he savor a willing encounter with one of his girls.

The chamber was soon silent from discussion as the only sounds heard were the slapping of sweat covered flesh and Hermione’s sobs as she was kept on edge and Harry’s moans as he approached releasing his orgasm and spurting into her thrusting ass. Hermione was aware that her pussy was dripping still even as she felt the contractions try to hold his previous ejaculation as deep inside as she could. Harry was more aware of her ass being warm in his grip in addition to how steaming hot her body felt beneath him. He did notice the warm liquid splashing his balls when they slapped against her slit.

“Get ready,” Harry said even as Hermione seemed to vibrate as she felt his balls draw up and his cock pulsed inside her. “Cum with me!”

“Hugh,” Hermione said as if she was gut punched while spraying his legs as her pussy went crazy. “I’m coming, master! Thank you, master!”

Harry held her against him, as she seemed to try to drain him into her. His hands were stroking her comfortingly as she sobbed out her release and joy at his finding her punishment sufficient enough. She was happy of that Hermione was sure. She had made things up to her master and he was no longer excessively disappointed with her.

“See now,” He told her as he stroked her face lovingly as he pulled her into his lap, “that wasn’t so bad. It will all be better now.”

“Thank you, master,” Hermione said before he kissed her softly while he was still buried inside her. “I am so sorry, master. I should have known better. Things had been so easy that I got careless. I won't let it happen again. If I start to get a big head, you should just drag me out of sight and give my ass a good reaming. I feel so submissive now it is not even funny.”

“I will keep that in mind,” Harry said with a lazy smile. “I think you are a bit fucked addled since I don’t think you are even noticing that you are still impaled while in my lap.”

“I guess,” Hermione said with a drunk like giggle. “I am going to be so sore when the euphoria from the endorphins wears off. I guess I should be grateful for the healing…”

“About that,” Harry said with a look that almost made her cold sober. “I think to make sure that you have learned your lesson from this, I will have you heal as if you were normal which means…”

“That my body is going to be aching,” Hermione sadly answered with a look of resignation. “I guess it will make me sympathetic for normal girls. I guess we will need to clean up if we don’t want people to smell what happened.”

“Yes, we will and you will need to soak for a bit or it will hurt even worse,” Harry said as he held her tight to him. “You will have a bit of soreness and you might have a slight limp with difficulty sitting for a bit. Oh and you are not allowed to use potions to ease things either.”

“I understand master,” Hermione said with her head down in supplication. “I will try to be presentable so as to not bring undo attention to you, master. Now I think I might need help getting there…”

“I believe that I will need to carry you since I can feel how limp those orgasms left you,” Harry told her with a fond look. “Next time you want a rough and brutal pounding and reaming ask instead of getting in trouble.”

“I will, master,” Hermione said as his hand reached under to support her. “I think Dora might like trying something that intense in the future. I suppose it could have been better if you had taken me while I was suspended. It is just something to think about experimenting with on your girls in the future, master, nothing more than that.”

“I see,” He told her while looking at her with an understanding gaze. “I know Dora would have an interest and suspect that Alice might while Anne definitely will be interested in such things. I suppose we will see where the other playmates fall in the future. Everyone has their own interests and desires in regards to what really gets their juices flowing. I am sure that there will be a way to have enough playtimes in the future. Oh, we will be quiet busy this summer, but the stress from that will require sufficient relaxation. There is a reason that normal jobs have the hours that they do.”

Hermione nodded at that. Her voice was starting to feel sore and it was so relaxing being held in his arms. She could almost just drift off and the day had barely begun. She would definitely need the bath to be able to get her body to cope with the required things scheduled for the day. She likely would end up sleeping the full night away with how drained she was already. So much to do so little time she realized, and her mistake had cut into both business and pleasure time.

With that discussion left for the future, Harry carried Hermione to the tub and let her sink into it after he washed himself and then her clean of their night’s exertions. Her head rested well above the water and he was toweling off even as he heard her sigh as the water and the potions added to it eased her pain. She didn’t fault her master, as she had been sloppy. It was not something she was prone to doing, but she had let her faults return at what could have been the worst timing possible.

“I hope you realize that I was not wishing to do something like that,” Harry said as he spent the time to dry himself manually instead of using a quick spell, as he did not want to become anywhere near as lazy as most wizards seemed. “Well at least not when I couldn’t have been around to watch your punishment drive you to future pleasure. I do think that you will be recovered well before I get back from my errand as well as your first solo ritual performance. You might as well exercise your mind while your body recovers even if that punishment was as much mental as physical…”

“Right you are, master,” Hermione said with a whimper as the warmth soothed the aches in her muscles. “I don’t think I was this sore even after you broke the two of us in that night. We have the necessary components for the ritual and it is one of the few that we can use on Dora, since it seems that the family has some minor abilities in the Art, but it resulted being at the cost of certain aspects of it not being fully realized for most of them. Unfortunately, Dora cannot be inducted as we were. A Black is born either to it or not as the case may be. It will be beneficial to not have her so reliant on her shifting to heal things.”

“Yes, that will be helpful,” he agreed with her even as he bent over to dry his feet allowing Hermione to whimper at being too sore for another go at the moment. “I wonder what affect the increased muscle strength will have on Dora. It is possible that this ritual was the inspiration for that comic that Dudley became disinterested in when the hero was no longer willing to use his power for his own gain.”

“It is called Spiderman,” Hermione said with a mild rebuke as she felt almost no inclination to get on her master’s bad side after the nights punishment; although, if it were getting another seeing to then that would be a different matter. “As for the ritual, it is not that dissimilar to the ones we have done with the troll as it will allow Dora to have an increase in physical abilities. Wither it is to the same level as the comics is a different matter. As it is, we will be putting the Acromantula infestation to a better use. While Lady Silver has been able to gorge and re-attain a sufficient level of power, there are still far too many of those spiders in the forest as they are ever expanding and hungry.”

“A very good point you have made, Hermione,” Harry said with a bit of pride in his servant present in his voice as he put aside the disappointment in her actions. “It seems that they appeared around fifty years ago and have slowly encroached on all the other creatures there. At the very least, they have needed to be culled and it seems that the people here are unwilling to do so. Considering that they do have an issue with harming humans if not humanoid creatures I wonder why they seem to believe the forest is some refuge for all the dangerous creatures. Something to look into in the future; however, in the mean time, I plan to make good use of every resource at our disposal. I expect for you to have this current assignment completed by the time I get back. I have allowed the House of Black to sit too long without proper leadership as well as permitting the resources there to linger without purpose.”

“You will admit that the distance has prohibited such ventures,” Hermione said as she wiggled her sore ass under the water for some relief. “Reliable transportation in the Wizarding word comes in about three real methods, Floo, Apparition, and Portkeys. None of which we had either access to or the ability to use unmonitored for most of the time. While I believe that as a head of house, you have Portkey creation rites there is the fact that would mean telling people that you are free.”

“That would complicate things as well,” Harry said as he looked at Hermione’s ravished body recovering in the tub. “I suppose that you will spend the time while Dora recovers prying out details of last night. Still it would have been nice to talk about things instead of needing to be so strict. Still I think that the punishment was in some ways a reward now that I think about it…”

“Ok, I will admit that a delayed orgasm is more intense, but that does not mean that I want to spend an entire evening on edge like that,” Hermione said as her shifting elicited a few slight aftershocks. “I hope that I don’t need something that extreme to keep me in line for a while. As it is, I have always thought that Alice would need to be disciplined harshly while Anne tends to respond sooner to corrections. Yeah, Dora will be easier to pester after the ritual. Any idea when we can settle things with Susan and Hannah? I have to admit that the game has been fun, but I don’t think that they will be content for much longer. Susan at the very least would have jumped you already if it wasn’t for her Hufflepuff loyalty.”

“That is something we can deal with during the short break,” Harry said as he slid his pants on. “I don’t think that making them wait until after finals will work. I just would prefer to have ensured that if things sour that there is nothing that they can tell Susan’s aunt about that would cause us misfortune. Amelia Bones is a very protective person. I suspect that if she had more of a budget that the Aurors wouldn’t be so pathetic. It has worked to our benefit for them to be so incompetent, but if they had actually been more than cops trying to be Special Forces most of the drama from the war would have been averted.”

“It would have definitely prevented the rather lackluster actions of the bird club,” Hermione said with a frown, as she had been disappointed to have any attempt at an authoritative role model dashed like that had been. “I cannot believe that you were able to uncover all of that so easily. What was that man thinking? He led housewives and young parents on a crusade to correct one of his own problems if what we have learned is correct. He then gets most of them killed while chiding any that thought of more appropriate and proportional responses. Is there any proof we can use to get him locked away for senility or something?”

“Unfortunately not,” Harry said as he looked over his clothes to pick what would make the best impression. “As for what he was thinking, I don’t think I want to look inside his mind. Snape’s was bad enough as it was. It may be something that I will have to do in the future, but it would be best to worry about such things in the future. Now rest up, you are going to need your strength for the ritual, and your punishment was quite draining on you.”

“Yeah it was, but at least I got to drain a little bit from you at least,” Hermione said with a small smirk. “I think you enjoyed the way that my being so wound milked you so satisfyingly. Still, it was frustrating being unable to cum while you found your release before you removed that curse. I was so needy that you really let me have it and was too drained to shrug off the strain.”

“I will admit that I did enjoy it and next time I think you will be better restrained when discussing private matters in public,” Harry said as he picked out the shirt and cloak like jacket to wear. “Besides, you never really mind when I give any of your body attention let alone when it leaves your sensitive passages so stimulated. I suppose we will eventually tell your parents as unlike Dora’s family they seem to be worldlier. Dora’s mother seems to be someone who has issues. Still I guess I will be seeing how far the apple falls from the tree…”

Hermione nodded in agreement and settled back as the heat had soothed her strained muscles. Her master had punished her before leaving her hanging continuously halting at orgasmic release while he was with Dora and her lover. She had been kept unable to pass out and she had blacked out when he had removed that part of the punishment as she had collapsed and slept until he woke her in the morning. He had savored and used her churning needy body for his own satisfaction before allowing her to finally lock up and blank out from the delayed orgasms hitting.

He had used the churning and spasms to have her needy holes milk him to a very pleasurable conclusion. It probably would have been better if he hadn’t made her beg and promise to be better behaved in the future. It was not as if Hermione had felt bad that he had been fucking her to his pleasure, but more that she had gotten conceited enough not to be mindful of things. Talking in their safe areas was one thing, her letting words slip that could have been disastrous was something else.

‘It is mostly disappointment mixed with regret that I am feeling now,’ Hermione thought as she looked at her master longingly. ‘I should have known better and if I had remained that lax in as the security types would say operational discretion things could have gotten very complicated. Susan may be in lust and crushing on Harry, but she is also loyal to her aunt and making her choose could be disastrous. I suppose I let my guard down, but master was quite stern and I don’t think I will make that mistake for a while. My pussy and ass still feel it! Now all I have to do while he is out is do a simple ritual for Dora. That shouldn’t be too difficult, but then again I don’t want to be overconfident and arrogantly make mistakes either. I was making the same mistake I was back in school when I was younger. I was starting to believe that since I thought I knew more that I knew better… still all it cost me was a night of discomfort and pain before master brought me to heel. I may not be a dog even if at times I can be a bitch to people. I suppose Susan would have avoided the whole situation with the loyalty that seems well ingrained already. It wouldn’t be too bad being a bitch if it was being master’s bitch; why he might even let me play with the puppies and the like!’

As her mind seemed to go down two tracks at once, Hermione was feeling the enhanced healing being permitted to work its magic. Sure, her master had pounded both her eager holes, but this time she had been so worked up that she hadn’t been able to handle it like normal. She had been worked over as if she was normal and had not even had the minor enhancements from being a witch at any useable level. That most likely had been the reason for the hanging about while on edge. It had made her body burn through its safeguards until she felt things properly.

Hermione looked over to her master and part of her wanted to drag herself out of the tub and have him do it again. The other part was aware that she had duties to attend to and she could always rest on Dora while he alternated in exploring her body. In the mean time he had things he had to do and as much fun as a spanking might be, she would rather have her night end worn out and satisfied instead of squirming in need.

‘Now then there is still the fact that master can travel from here at ease now,’ Hermione thought as she felt her body protest at what it was wanting as it would be a few hours at least to heal things up. ‘I suppose that is something else to research now that we know it is possible. I guess that while the wards prevent most methods there are still loopholes. I don’t think that the elves are capable of transporting us through the wards or we would have done so already. Still there is a chance that they could transport unconscious people, as that seems like something that the pureblood parents would want their servants to be able to do. So much to do yet this year and so many things to prepare for the rest of our time her, if I was as I was a few years ago I would have already outlined my plans for OWL level studies. So much that I would have been distracted with, but now I can focus better even if it seems we have been hit harder with our hormones and emotions than others. Still I will rest up a bit and I get to watch the poses and movements of my master as he dresses. I suppose it is a nice little pleasure to enjoy while recovering. Master really took me roughly this time but I don’t think I would have been any less frantic after that torturous punishment. I guess the best thing I can do is make sure that I don’t give a reason for that again.’

Hermione let those thoughts and her other trains of thought multitask through her mind as a good chunk of her processing was in recovering and the constant cataloguing of the strains she had been put through. She was making note to have Susan see Harry in nothing but those pants and hopefully in a position to strain them. She knew the developing girl would be even more hard pressed to not just tear them off before impaling herself and pain be damned stretch herself until she passed out. Something that she knew would need to be scheduled when they didn’t have classes or too much monitoring of where they were. The coming holiday would be a good time to see about making the girl cum from new things.

Sighing as he finished dressing while Hermione recovered and soaked off her exertion even as he missed her slight pout at his no longer being as clearly ogle-able even if she replaced not needing to undress him mentally with doing so, Harry realized that he had things to do as much as he would have loved to have spent the day with Hermione just massaging him with her warmth. His more ruthless and ambitious parts of his personality disliked how easily his girls could distract him with fun. If he let the girls around him have their way, he would likely be very happy and content but never accomplish anything besides rendering the girls ruined for ordinary sex and at some point, as they would have all been so exhausted pregnant do to forgetting to use or reapply preventatives. No, as much as his hormones and pleasure oriented behavior wanted otherwise, he had things to do.

Well to be accurate he always had things to do and Dora’s lover’s request had cut into his time somewhat. Still his new plan would help out. It had taken time and even if Night was not exactly a phoenix that did not mean that, the bird didn’t have similar abilities. The problem had been while weight had not been a problem there was the fact that his experiment on living things being transported had complications. Oh, he had been able to send ingredients and the like through the weird manner of travel that Night had gained; however, there was the fact that it seemed to have spontaneously caused living things to drop dead.

‘Still with practice, Night was able to shield the living cargo from sudden death,’ Harry thought as he stood in the room of requirements with Night nearby. ‘My main problems since coming to Hogwarts were communication and transportation, and doing so securely was the main concern. Normal owl mail was not secure enough, but Night was a good option for communication. While I can commune with my bound servants, I have to realize that it has issues even if it is secure. Having to enter a trance like state to enter my own mindscape is an issue for the most part, as it would leave me momentarily open. There likely is a way to communicate almost telepathically while doing things, but there would need to be a way not to hear all of their thoughts at once. Some enchantment to get into, but I don’t have time enough to explore everything. I suppose I could try to minimalize the sex and such, but considering that it is beneficial and even if I would never voice it to most, I rather like it.’

Harry did a quick once over. With Hermione busy with Dora with that project and with Kiki there as well, this was the perfect time to nip out to get some things done. He had almost boringly asked the room to provide a method and it was depressing to find one of a pair of cabinets. They were linked of course, but he would need to acquire the other and coming out of it would tip the importance of it. He could always acquire it after his stop. Beside he wanted to see what Night was doing. That he suspected that it would be an ability he could acquire later was one of the main points.

“We best be off Night,” Harry said before the bird perched on his shoulder. “I know where we are going, you have checked it out for me already, and you have scouted the place out for me already so there should be no problems on that end…”

As soon as he trailed off, he seemed to fade to shadow from the room. As usual, a house elf popped in to deposit more of the things the students had lost. The room shifted to a crammed narrow isled cluttered mess. The elf placed the thing there and left. As far as any of the elves were concerned, life was normal for them.

For Harry, a moment passed as the world blurred around him before he appeared in front of a rather dilapidated looking house in London. Harry looked to the left and to the right as he felt something try to push the location of the house from his mind. Harry had encountered one of the typical ward sets that the purebloods used for their London residences. A variation on the muggle repelling charm in that it was able to make people not notice the place even if they were wizards. Mostly it kept uninvited individuals from dropping in; however, it was rather useless against Aurors and the like. It also had the fatal flaw in that it was less effective against kin and as most so-called purebloods were related it was thus diminished in some manners. That it was ideal to keep the uppity mudbloods in their place was something that should have been a given.

“Lovely,” Harry said as he focused on the door and the particulars there. “It seems that we have one last hurdle to use since the last owner died…”

Night gave a caw of irritation. Harry approached the door and the snake shaped doorknob. He was half tempted to try Parsel on it, but was unsure if that would work off hand. Still he let his magic build up and allowed it to flow freely. It would not do to be unprepared here and need time to draw his magic to the fore. Faint traces of black fire seemed to come into existence as his hand touched the doorknob. He felt it searching his magic and came to a realization.

“I, Lord Harry James Potter-Black the Black of the House of Black, claim ownership of this house,” Harry said as he felt his magic struggle to control the houses wards. “I command the wards to obey!”

The resistance of the wards crumbled and they snapped to his control. He felt the magic that was buzzing just beneath the surface of his skin and that some of it flowed into the wards to strengthen them. He grabbed the doorknob and turned it.

Entering into the house, Harry looked around. There was a troll-leg umbrella stand with what looked like a rather annoying tripping curse. A little further was a curtain around a painting. As was typical in a magical environment, the painting was animate and a person was there. The woman and it was a woman seemed to be quite irritated. His eyes glanced around the rest of the house.

Harry took a slight inhale of the house. It was dirty, filthy and stank of disuse. He was confused by that when he noticed the scent of a living house elf.

“This will never do,” Harry said as he let his mind scan the wards. “I thought this was supposed to be the ancestral house of Black not some muggle hovel!”

‘That ought to get the pureblood in the portraits attention,’ Harry thought with glee as he felt the portrait start and try to worm her way into the wards. ‘Hopefully she calls the elf so I get its name since it seems quite crazy from the wards.’

“Identify yourself,” the portrait hisses. “Kreacher get over here!”

“Mistress calls Kreacher?” the pathetic looking elf says as it appears. “What can Kreacher do for Mistress?”

“There is someone in this house,” she says even as she looks at the elf in full command over it. “I, Walburga Black, Mistress of this house, command you to find them and bring them to me!”

“That won't be necessary,” Harry says as he steps into view. “I have to admit that I am rather disappointed with the way this house has been maintained; although, I am unsure wither it is the elf’s fault or your own. What right do you have to claim command of this house, Portrait? You were of a cadet house and married back into the main. To make matters worse, it is weak fools like you that have brought shame to this house.”

“Who are you to disparage me in my own house?” Walburga asked with a sneer. “How did you get in here anyways? I do not know you…”

“You are quite senile for a witch, weren’t you?” Harry asked looking the pair over with something approaching pity in his eyes. “I would think it obvious considering that the wards heed my will. I am the Master of this house, the Black of Black, and I will not allow any shortsighted traitor like you to continue to tarnish the history and traditions of this house.”

“Do you have any proof of that?” Walburga asked with a sneer. “You may have been of Black blood to get in here, but a child like yourself would never be named the Black!”

“Considering that I take after the traditions of the first Black?” Harry asked in amusement as he let the Black flame form in his hand as well as stepping out and then having his companion suddenly appear on his shoulder. “Your cadet branch may have forgotten, but it was written into the laws of this house in regards to ascension to head that one with the gift in full would be next to lead after the current leader ceases to rule.”

“So one of the families has inherited the legacy,” Walburga mussed as she tried to think of how this came to be. “From which child do you hail?”

“That is complicated as while I do have Black blood in the past, the more recent tie I have is from one of your sons,” Harry said with a sudden frown. “I do wonder why you would propose supporting this recent Dark Lord.”

“He was rather outspoken on preserving our culture,” Walburga said while trying to place which son it had been from that this child was tied. “Besides, he opposed Dumbledore’s downward spiral on our culture, our heritage, our rights and our very means to defend us. We could not and should not have allowed things to degrade as far as they did. How any of the families didn’t realize that the ministry was going to restrict our heritage is a mystery. If it had not been for some heavy lobbying, they would have banned far too much of the families magic. At least the blood traitors were able to see where their own interests laid in that matter…”

“I am not the most ardent advocate of the old man,” Harry said as he leaned against the wall, “but there had to be a better choice. I mean that I have a very good grasp of what this self-proclaimed Dark Lord did to his followers as well as his enemies. Besides, he spat in the face of his own heritage among other things. I think one of the things I find that he did that was the most repulsive is that he treated his followers worse than house elves! I mean; really, what kind of leader curses his followers when they succeeded just because he can? He tortured them with less care than one would for a muggle pet!”

“He did what?” Walburga asked in rage. “He did that to my son!”

“Oh, he did that to the rest of the Blacks that followed him,” Harry said as he had a slightly glazed look in his eyes. “I would think that his doing something that none of the old families that are well versed in the dark arts would do would be almost as shocking. He experimented in soul magic and splitting his soul in particular!”

“What?” she asked wide eyed in shock. “Anyone in the know about those magics knows better…”

“Yeah,” Harry said with a bit of repressed violence radiating from him. “He did it more than once that I know about, but the shocking thing was he did so when he was sixteen. I mean the only thing he had going for him was being a descendent of Salazar Slytherin. It was odd that no one seemed to remember that the last group that claimed that was the Gaunt Family and they were practically squibs!”

“Yes, there was a bit of a scandal about that, but I thought that they died out in the early forties,” she mused even as she wracked her memory construct for the knowledge of that time. “The last of that line was sent to Azkaban over some muggles and died not too long after being released. Where did you get your information from if I may be so bold, young lord?”

“Right from the serpent’s mouth,” Harry said with a sigh as he contemplated on all that Lady Silver had told them. “I also investigated what happened to the rest of the Black Family. I suppose no one told you that the supposed savior of Wizarding culture was doing his best to destroy it. How many lines have been lost do to his actions? Proud, noble, and ancient families were struck down just because some kid had a grudge with that meddlesome old man. It was never about preserving our world but a scuffle between two powerful wizards. Dumbledore, may he rot being eaten by wild dogs, was never the bastion of good and wholesomeness that he portrayed. Unfortunately, he is still too popular to deal with in a permanent way.”

“I see,” she said slowly as she tried to figure things out now. “So you are not one of that man’s yes men. I had hoped that Sirius would manage to stay away from him, but he didn’t exactly see things clearly at times. Still, considering what rumors I last heard than perhaps Regulus was on to something.”

“From what I was able to learn,” Harry said as he had managed to get a bit of information from the ghosts over the years, “Regulus was killed by the supposed Heir of Slytherin. He found something out that so disgusted him that he made a choice.”

“What was that?” she asked in interest. “What could have been so shocking that he would murder my son? Tell me!”

“Mistress,” Kreacher said as he bowed to his mistress. “Kreacher may know what this is about. Master Regulus entrusted me with an item. He did not order me not to tell you, but he wished it to be a secret and only told when one of House Black had asked about it. He charged me to destroy it if possible and safeguard it otherwise…”

“How interesting,” Harry said as he looked at the elf. “Kreacher, go get this item as both your former mistress and I wish to see it.”

Kreacher barely glanced at both before popping away to retrieve the item. Walburga gave a slight inclination of approval at her elf. It was far more capable than some elves she had the misfortune to have lingered too long. Why the elf that Narcissa seemed to have to deal with was quite eccentric, still the Malfoys were not known for properly rewarding their elves as the Blacks were. They did have the lesser trained elves. It was a sad necessity to tie their families together, but the Malfoys were on the rise while the Blacks had been declining, as of late it seemed. They had needed to spend far too many galleons to secure their holdings.

“It is good to see an elf so properly devoted,” Harry said with a nod of approval at the elf’s behavior. “He also appeared to be very good at knowing what his master or mistress needs before they do, a true mark of a good elf. Now Walburga I suppose he didn’t show it to you for some reason. It is likely to have protections and rather heavy compulsions if I know that individual as well as I believe I do. “

“You were saying about this item that Kreacher is fetching, as well as more on this dark lord that dared to slay my son,” Walburga stated with a rage that was more real than her normal anger. “I wish to know more of this. He had promised the return of tradition and to prevent the degradation that was spreading…”

“A lie to gain supporters among the wealthy purebloods,” Harry countered as he had realized that Voldemort had picked the crusade that the wealthy would listen to in order to gain their gold and manpower. “He had little care of the culture or the beliefs around him save for how they would benefit him. As for how I know these things it seemed he had little belief that serpents and especially thousand-year-old basilisks were more than dumb animals to be used as he wished. It would appear from what Lady Silver, Lord Salazar Slytherin’s own basilisk and guardian of his lore, has to say on the matter. It seems that this dark lord was from the Gaunt Family as I said before and they had little to no concern for their minions as well as having wasted their part of the estate. It is amazing what one can overhear if one is not believed to be intelligent enough. I suppose that some have used their animagus transformations to achieve such things…”

“Yes, that is in part of why the ministry wishes to keep tabs on who has succeeded in learning it,” she said as she pondered all of the upheaval that had occurred. “You are a parselmouth then. I wonder where you gained that from, but it does not matter I suppose. You are of the Black and yet have the gift of Slytherin as well. You will be interesting. I can see that already young Lord Black. I suppose you have a reason not to tell me what name you were born as then?”

“I have to be certain that neither the meddlesome ministry nor old man can access such information,” Harry said as he looked about as the elf had appeared and waited silently and as unnoticeable as possible to present his discovery. “I have suspicions about some of my family, but I will say that Black blood flows in my veins and it seems that both your sons discovered some secrets that brought them to where they are. Voldemort slayed Regulus for his discovery and Sirius rots in Azkaban innocent of the crime he committed while the younger families offered gold for pardons. An over site I plan to correct as well as dealing with restoring the family to prominence. The marriage with the Malfoys was mutually beneficial; unfortunately, the Lestranges were a disaster. Neither brother cared for the continuation of the family merely their own comfort. They have failed quite splendidly in ensuring that their family was continued and seemed to lack the power, will, or ambition to thrive. Voldemort has ruined both the Slytherin reputation and house. I wonder what else he has ruined… I see.”

“I see what my lord?” Walburga asked in interest. “How has he ruined things is something I would also like your opinion on?”

She kept quiet how he had a better chance to claim that house as well. The Gaunt Family were not exactly well liked and their fall was one that some felt couldn’t come too soon especially after ruining everything they had. Parsel was a prerequisite to claim the house and if he was the Potter boy like she suspected from the way he had some favorable opinions of Sirius than he had a shot at having won a trial by combat. As it was, she felt a bit of hesitation if he was that child, as the mother was believed to be of muggle stock. His current actions and some of the past actions of the Evan’s girl might complicate things. Sirius had lacked the gift as had Regulus. Oh, they had as much as all Blacks did, but they lacked the raw danger to her current existence. The echo in a portrait was as susceptible to the magics of death as any ghost was. She had no inclination to be lost to this world quite yet.

“The item that he used is the Locket of Slytherin,” Harry said with a frown at it. “This means he likely has used other items of Slytherin or possibly the other founders rendering them useless or worse to need to be destroyed to deal with him permanently. I could burn his mind or his flesh, but I am unsure if I am able to destroy the soul as easily at this point. To be precise, I am unsure of how to do so at this time without the use of a Dementor. They do make useful servants I suppose…”

“I see,” she said as she further observed the young lord. “Contaminating relics would be offensive especially one of a kind items, it is also something that I don’t think most of the traditionalists would be in favor of doing. If I may be as so bold my lord, but which of the flames have you developed? The family may not have had access to more save the black, but the older members were educated about them. It is similar to the lack of traditional knowledge at Hogwarts lately. Far too many of the traditional magics have vanished since our attending let alone our elders...”

“Five,” Harry said with a bit of a thoughtful look. “Black, White, Red, Blue, and Silver color wise I have accessed. I would not say that they are mastered quite yet. The last I have recently gained and as such have yet to fully explore its abilities. It does show some similarities to the black and white, but there is something different to it.”

“I see. Well that is a bit more than I had thought,” she said with a bit of contemplation. “Have you tried combining any of them yet?”

That was something she wanted to know, as it was something she had been a bit obsessed about in her younger years. There had been legends of those that had combined normal flame attacks with the Black Flame her family possessed, but there was so little that had been discovered. There had been so much she had found in the old journals, but she could not use the other flames and thus was unable to fully test some of her suspicions.

“I have and it had some interesting results,” Harry commented as he considered what to do with the abomination in front of him. “I wonder, the black causes physical damage while also restoring the mind in a way it does so to allow the pain to be inflicted more while the white causes mental trauma while it can repair even the most grievous of harm. Combining them seems to be capable of snapping a personality while also curing it from madness while doing the same to the body. Fiendfyre does have some semblance to the black. It could have been a poor attempt to copy a gift with ordinary magic.”

Walburga kept quiet as the young master deducted things. She really didn’t wish to inform the young master of a way he could easily destroy her even as she wished the abomination before her to be destroyed. She didn’t wish to know who his parents were at this moment any longer. It was obvious that he came from strong blood and he had likely enhanced himself in ways that while their blood could benefit that they had been unable to utilize fully.

“Basilisk venom, Fiendfyre and the killing curse will destroy such things of that I know,” Harry said with a far off look in his eyes as some of the peripheral information he had acquired were pieced together in a frightening manner. “The killing curse existed to prevent ghosts and animation of the dead. The creation of Infiri was an attempt to duplicate such things and they work wonderfully on those killed by that curse. Infiri are dreadfully susceptible to Fiendfyre as normal zombies and similar are readily destroyed by fire and the black flame doubly so. The white repairs even as it harms… the black would likely be able to destroy this… there has to be more to it… a combination could…”

Harry trailed off as he had conjured a flame and observed it while trying to see what he felt had to be obvious. He recalled what had happened when he had combined the black and white on Bellatrix. He felt a bit of hesitation to let the woman hear about that right now. There had to be something about the silver that was unique even if it seemed to have properties he already understood.

He let the flames swirl and flow around his hands. They moved as if alive and it seemed similar to the forms that Fiendfyre took. Still he didn’t feel anything near the supposed difficulty in directing it that one had with that curse. It was very easy to cast but extremely difficult to control properly. He supposed that it was a good thing that Kreacher had not presented the necklace to her.

‘The fragment likely did not wish to inhabit a house elf,’ Harry thought as he watched the way the flames seemed to shiver as he let a bit of the silver mix between the two others. ‘From what I know of him, he would never permit himself to acquire such a form unless there was no choice. Besides, none of his followers would listen to him if he did come back in that form. A Dementor or similarly intimidating form, but they would never take the elf seriously…’

“I see. It seems so obvious now,” Harry said as he watched the form of silver swim among the other flames also having their own creatures visible moving among it. “It comes down to how a unicorn would affect something. They are creatures of purity of either benevolence or malevolence. One is attracted either to the innocent as it is pleasant or to devour it. They know if someone is to be trusted or not. Why it might be even impossible to strike down someone who is fitting certain ideals, I see it clearly, now that there was a cost to this that I hadn’t considered. Still this will work, Kreacher do not move. I will do what Master Regulus wished and destroy the abomination that resides there. Afterwards we can retrieve what he substituted for this.”

“Yes, master,” said Kreacher as he stood with a slight tremble. “I will follow master’s command to the end…”

Harry gave a look of approval at that statement. Loyalty was important and this elf was willing to die to fulfill their master’s orders especially there death wish. That was something that he could respect. The elf even suspected that he might be destroyed to do so, but Harry could tell the elf thought it was better to die than fail even if it meant his head could not be mounted on the wall as he had seen the elf look at it with acceptance.

“Don’t move,” Harry commanded as he let the flame build and form a definitive creature of glowing silver fire. “This will hurt, but do not drop the locket until I tell you.”

He suspected that the possession might be able to reach out to something if it got close. A containment circle would have been better but this thing had to be destroyed now. He was unsure if it had gained any ability to influence creatures around it, but he didn’t want to take a chance at it escaping.

A silver serpent with dragon influences rose up to strike. It leapt from the floating twisting and ethereally attractive yet disturbing mass. It flew straight and struck the necklace. A black cloud tried to escape, but the serpent coiled around Kreacher and prevented it from escaping. The heat was intense and if it was not for the fire resistant if not outright immune charms on the floor, it was likely that the mass would have torn through the floor below and possibly the ground for a ways beneath.

The flames licked the old decrepit elf and Harry could see the pain in his eyes. As the serpent head chased the phantom within the fire, he could see the changes that occurred to the still determined elf. The rags that covered it had long since been burned to ash before becoming even less than that. As it was, Harry was certain that if the elf survived that it would be changed. He was amazed that it hadn’t been consumed yet, but he had a feeling that whatever made the silver different had a specific property that he was most grateful for being there.

‘It is possible that I am right and that the silver is incapable of harming innocent people by whatever definition that it uses,’ Harry said with the slightest rise to his eyebrow to indicate anything but the absolute concentration he was exerting. ‘It already is unable to harm the wielder like the rest which is far better than the Fiendfyre as it can consume the caster as easily as their enemies. I suspect now that the silver would be unable to harm my allies or at least in no permanent manner. It is possible that it would consume the Dursleys and leave some around them unharmed. I suppose if a blade with such properties was used it would be unable to kill the innocent and would become as dull as wood against them and as sharp as possible against someone like our usual victims.’

Harry watched as Kreacher was obviously in pain as the black cloud tried to escape from being devoured. He doubted that it would take much longer but he could feel that there was little chance that the elf was going to be how it was before. The shade of Voldemort was tiring and within a few moments, it ceased to exist. He felt a bit of dark glee as it keened and wailed struggling in the serpentine maw.

The serpent still coiled and slithering around Kreacher look to Harry as if wondering what to do next; it was obvious that while there was an intelligence present that it was nowhere near as independent as the companions. With a nod of his head, the serpent released Kreacher and returned to Harry. He saw that the dedicated elf refused to fall.

“Kreacher, you have done well,” Harry said looking at the elf with respect. “Go and recover, you have served the house well and fulfilled Master Regulus last wish.”

“Yes, Lord Black,” Kreacher said reverently and with a dignity that lacked the usual idiosyncrasies of a house elf. “Your will be done…”

With that, the drained house elf disappeared with a silent pop causing Harry’s body to shift in interest. Something had been changed with the elf, but he had seen the fanatic loyalty the elf now had for him apparent in his eyes. It seemed to remind him of the way that Bella had looked as the flames rebuilt her.

“It seems that the silver is far more complicated than I had thought,” Harry said as the serpent slithered around him and amongst the flames dancing around him. “I will return to discuss other things in the future. Do let Kreacher know that I require this place restored to an appropriate appearance; however, I suspect the silver has changed him and will be more appropriate than the elves have been. I wonder if this will make the difference in curbing their own decay, but I suppose we will see in the future. Come Night, we had best be off. Until we meet again, Walburga Black, be well.”

“Of course, my lord,” she said as the new Lord Black vanished with the night bird. “Your will be done…”



*******

The Chamber of Secrets was more than it appeared to be. No Slytherin would be so straight forward to have everything in some main chamber. They were sneaky and cunning or at least they used to be. Even down a secret passage and past a locked door the immediate chamber was not the real secret. There were a number of secret passages and chambers off the main one and it was a true trove of useful things.

They had learned from Lady Silver that Salazar Slytherin was nothing like history had portrayed him. Even the purebloods of that era would have been disgusted with their modern descendents actions. The basilisk and Kiki had in fact culled a number of the Acromantulas in the forest among other things. In addition, they had gathered ingredients to perform the old styles of magic.

“Are you sure this is everything?” Dora asked Hermione as they went over the ingredients. “I mean I may not be an expert at these things, but I always thought that these things were just superstition for the most part.”

“Ritual magic is ancient in origin,” Hermione said with the slightest twinge remaining from her previous night’s punishment. “As all magic, it is derived from intent and will. The methods are difficult to understand at first, but there is a reason that the components are, while not necessary, a part of the sacrifice. Symbolism is important as well. In the end, blood is telling and in a way more so than the purebloods believe. There is a reason it is called the river of life…”

“I suppose you would know more of that than I would,” Dora said as she looked over where she would be. “Mother was rather insistent on what little I learned of tradition.”

“This is one of the oldest traditions after all,” Hermione said, as she looked over the circle that Dora would be inside. “There were reasons why these things are powerful. Wands allow for quick magic, but the traditional methods allow for more powerful and profound magics. Most wand magic is easily dealt with if one knows how. The investment beforehand allows for more permanence to be created. You will of course have to be nude during this and you will likely be drenched in blood. For this, you will have to strike at least one of the Acromantulas. This does have some similarity to some of the older Celtic and Druidic traditions. Sacrificial magic cannot be done solely for another without consequence. Other methods require a shifting of costs. Decorating your body with permanent runes is an option, but not one that is practical at your apparent age. It would create complications and they are not so easily concealed.”

“I see what you mean,” Dora said as she stripped down and looked over the preparatory potions. “I don’t think I would like to have my skin covered with runes just yet. It might be different in a few years as long as I can pass most of them off as muggle tattoos. I think when it would work as a way to rebel against mother dearest at the appropriate time. It would need more research anyways, right?”

“Right,” Hermione agreed as she licked her lips in appreciation of Dora even in her base form. “I suppose you could try morphing a few on to see how they look. Still that is something for a different day, for now we will have to do some preparation. The ritual that we performed was the basis for the subsequent ones; unfortunately, that is not possible with you. It seems from what Harry has discovered in the records is that the Black Family was founded by a necromancer as was the line of Slytherin. This rendered the ritual that enabled us to learn the art full to either be born with the ability or not. It does allow the lesser abilities to be learned and the familial gift of black necromantic fire. Still this came at a cost; however, this ritual is one that does not require that base. It is eased by it, and will allow some flexibility in the future.”

While she had been talking, Hermione had been leering and licking her lips not just in appreciation but anticipation as well. Dora’s base from was already something that would stiffen the boys and make the girls drip. She had perky breasts that were nice and supple with enough muscle and tone mixed with the curves to make Hermione almost postpone the ritual to ravish the girl. The recovering Hermione was already feeling the warmth from staring at Dora. She could just imagine how the girl would look in some of the outfits that she had seen in that magazine. Hermione was aware that Dora would look positively edible in a short skirt with boots with a tummy showing corset and most definitely a collar showing her status on her lick and nibble able neck. Now throw a leather jacket that could double for a blanket to ravish her on whichever surface was available would be an added bonus. Now with something to emphasize her already long and delightfully caress able, kissable, and arousing legs such as stockings or something more appealing than mere pantyhose, Dora would be lucky not to cause spontaneous orgasms from her mere appearance.

‘Yes, that would be delicious,’ Hermione thought as she let Dora drift over to the rancid smelling potions. ‘Dora already is going to be a looker for the rest of her life and this will only make it more difficult not to ravish her. I suppose I should feel some resentment that the master got to ravish her while I hung while in need last night, but his using me this morning helped ease some of my worries. He could continue if he lost us and while he would be diminished for a time that pales at how broken we would be if he was lost to us.’

Hermione was well aware of that simple truth. Harry was not someone that you could remain neutral to if you interacted with him. His antisocial persona was in part to combat that affect. He would either be loved or hated to the extreme. She could already see that the girls were looking at him longingly while the boys looked at him in envy and it would get worse as he matured. The girls would become jealous once they realized how close they were to him while the boys would look longingly at them as Harry would in spite of intentions end up parading them around the school and then society when they graduated.

Dora was already being groomed for that and her appearance when not covering up would have required physical threats to curb people from being overcome with her appearance. It was likely that this ritual would mean that Dora would have to morph to a less appealing form in public as it improved things. In private, Hermione was sure that Dora would have little worry of Harry not being willing and eager to sample her willingly offered body. Her lover would likely spend hours cataloging the changes and savoring them as well. Now thanks to her actions, Hermione would likely not be able to watch Dora’s lover being claimed until the woman had no desire to ever give Harry a reason not to see her.

Still, Hermione found it cute and adorable how Dora’s nose twitched at the pungent aroma from the potions. The body shudder was also making the girl’s body bounce in ways that made Hermione clamp her thighs tight to prevent herself from pouncing on the nude and eye-catching form of her friend, companion, and often time’s intimate bedmate. The only thing that would make Dora more ravishing would be if her body developed and curved in a manner similar to Bella Black had before her family threw her to the degenerates. Hermione had seen a picture of her along with the other ladies that had been contemporaries of Harry’s red haired seductive goddess of a mother. It was no wonder that Harry’s father had been obsessed with the girl that could drive eunuchs to regrow their balls.

“Well that is good to know,” Dora said as she looked at the more disgusting than normal potions having not noticed that Hermione was contemplating ravishing her right there. “So I have to drink the potion, stand here, and sacrifice an Acromantula that is trying to kill me. Are you sure I don’t need runes or something drawn on me?”

‘That could be interesting,’ Hermione thought before trying to not imagine decorating Dora along with how pleasurable it could be. ‘Still from the research rituals do not require such things…’

Dora looked at Hermione as she watched the girl mull over her question. She agreed with Harry that brainy girls were sexy and Hermione was as good an example as Penny was in that regard. If she had Master Harry dress Hermione just right, she knew that her master’s second would be able to make the boys incoherent. She could sympathize with the former lonely girl in having had a lack of self-esteem before Harry had come storming into her life. It was a way that they were both similar as well as Harry had dragged her out of her own funk despite the friends that she had.

Besides, it was not as if their interactions were unpleasant and were both mentally and physically stimulating. Hermione could hold her own in a battle of wits and words with a healthy debate still having enough passion in it to stimulate those around her. She wondered how the girl hadn’t been sought after she gave a truly passionate speech, as it seemed almost inconceivable to overlook her when she was like that. She looked almost as if she had just been passionately wound up with her hair loose and flowing wildly like that with her lips puffed up as if they had been kissed long and eagerly. As good as her friend looked like doing that, Dora knew that her face was more beautiful when she was in the throes of heaven. She had spent plenty of time between her legs gazing at her face during those times to be sure of that.

Now if she could only convince herself that the high point of her life would be to spend her life nude save a collar in his chambers for the rest of her life only leaving when parading her to the world and having been taken until her body could take no more as often as she could, then the girl move on with things. Yes, he had freed her but it had unleashed the built up needs to a near obsessive level. She doubted she would rest well if he hadn’t spent some time inside her body on any given day. Dora supposed that she was sex obsessed bordering on being a nymphomaniac at time, but most of the time she felt as if she was trying to make up for lost time that her friends had spent having fun. Still, her dream was her dream and she knew that having that to come home to would make anything bearable.

“Well, they would not be necessary, but it might make things easier,” Hermione said as she thought it over and realized that it would be fun to do. “They wouldn’t be permanent though… still it would constrain any of the more obvious signs. It would likely feel more intense… I suppose that you might enjoy that since I know it can be quite thrilling. As it is, this ritual will enhance your physical attributes such as agility, strength, speed, and stamina. There may be other abilities that manifest, but those are the ones I am sure of at this time.”

“It does sound like a sweet deal, but that makes me wonder why others don’t use such magics anymore or at least talk about it,” Dora said before Hermione handed her the noxious potion to down. “OK, the potions taste worse than any other I have had, but then again I thankfully have never needed skellegrow. It could have been worse. If the twins were just a bit more uncaring in their pranks, I probably would have made a good target. Now all that is left is the runes then before starting?”

“Yes, even though they are not necessary they will limit anything that would act like a contagion or make you visibly appear like a half breed,” Hermione said as she took up the quill and potion to ink. “I suppose we could do permanent ones later but that would likely require blood added to the mix. Odd now that I think about it, but Voldemort’s mark is so much like a bastardized poor imitation. I suppose he could have been inspired by such old magics. It was a shame that the Celtic method was weak against the same thing as the Fae were. Still, we can use the lessons of that to our advantage to safeguard this. The blood runes wouldn’t have those problems but they would be permanent while these will fade to ash when this is done.”

Dora nodded as Hermione continued to draw the sets of containment and direction runes. There were other ones that she had learned already that she added and not just because they looked good on their toy. It would likely affect Dora’s animagus form in some manner or add a form at the least. There was a possibility that Dora would gain the ability to morph organs from the spiders as well. This was in part why normal magicals had fallen out of favor of such magics, as they were powerful but not necessarily predictable.

Dora tried not to get worked up as Hermione traced her still responsive skin with the quill. A part of her wondered if it would feel better if it were a brush teasing her skin. Hermione wasn’t exactly thinking by this point going more on intuition in placing things. For some reason the shapes seemed to swim in her mind as she worked. Her hand was constantly moving tracing a complicated pattern of symbols, signs, and sigils on Dora’s skin. Curved and enticing shapes seemed to mix near her more explicit areas. There was a web like weave cupping her breasts and sex while highlighting her ass. There were other concentrations that formed on her shoulders before tracing down to a complex weave on her elbows that led to a knot at her wrist and ending on a circular seal on her palm. This was mirrored on her thighs down to her feet although the shapes resembled web shaped stockings.

The end result, as Hermione stepped back and broke her trance to observe her handiwork, was that Hermione took a look and gasped at the elegant beauty that she saw. Oh, she knew that her lover and her master’s plaything standing before her to be gorgeous, but this time she saw Dora with more of an eye to how she would eventually look. If it wouldn’t cost her having Harry whip her and leave her begging to be taken, Hermione would have been tempted to just take Dora right there. The only thing better would have been Dora being suspended and chained to the floor while she drove her body wild with sensations.

“Now grab your blades and get ready to get drenched in blood and gore,” Hermione said with an amused smirk. “Afterwards when you have recovered, we can see how long you can stay tight while having both of my fists shoved inside. As it is, prepare yourself!”

Dora was crouched with her knees spread allowing Hermione to get a view of how the art enhanced Dora’s appeal. In the next moments a number of Acromantulas at least Dora’s size were driven forward towards the circle. Lady Silver made sure that the spiders were corralled into the path of their destruction. Hermione looked on as Dora reveled in the slaughter as she hacked the spiders apart.

She looked glorious as she snarled and swatted at the spider that was out of her reach. Her first rage induced access of her familial gift left charred spider in its wake. The dismembered limbs littered within and without the circle. Her body was drenched in blood and yet the marks that Hermione had applied were still visible and had started to glow as the deaths mounted. Dora was high on bloodlust and it was a grand thing that she didn’t have to remember what to chant for this type of ritual.

“Die, bleed, and scream,” Dora cackled as she carved her way through the swarming spiders unknowingly looking as a spitting image of Bellatrix when she tore through her own master’s enemies. “Come on and die!”

The large spiders started to drop in number. The floor near her was drenched in blood and bits as a testament to the potion induced frenzy. The bits quivered as some while mortally wounded were not quiet dead yet. Hermione had been freeform declaring her chants as Dora weaved and waved through the sea of bodies. Dora was so flushed with the endorphins that she didn’t notice the pain flaring with her heart or the way the decorations pulsed as Hermione repeated her intent.

“Catch,” Hermione sent as she chucked one of the smaller spiders to Dora before shouting out, “With blood flowing of the hunt let the gifts of the hunted be passed to the hunter!”

Both blades catch the small almost large tarantula sized spider in its abdomen as Dora gazes at it in a haze. Blood, venom, and silk spray from the small spider some of it runs down her arms from the blades while some of the spray lands in her mouth. Some had entered before as she had been drenched, but it is different this time. Already coated in sticky fluids as well as standing in a pool of it that was drawn into the circle, Dora was acting on instinct for most of this time.

With a roar, she jerks the ceremonial blades to the side causing the now plate sized spider to explode into mushy flesh. The circle suddenly flares and the blood that seemed to be a thin coating at its base bubbles and swirls showing exactly how much had really been spilt. Dora had lost track when the larger ones had been driven insane and then sliced apart. The pieces remaining outside the circle suddenly dissolved into a blood thick paste and seemed to be slurped into the circle.

A rising tube of blood mixed with flesh rose around Dora. The artwork painted on her body glowed, as it burned black such that it was easily seen through the thickening gel around her. Her body had become buoyed in the blood filled magically confined cylinder. Dora was floating as if in a pool but the fluid rose higher covering her chest and rapidly bubbling past her neck. With a sudden rush, Dora was submerged as it passed her chin and rose above her head. For a moment, her face felt the drops drip from above her head before it rushed and filled the bubble of air around her head.

Her mouth still open as she had been shouting her victory even through this all, Dora reflexively swallowed and the blood gel rushed into her body. She felt the blood as it coated and caressed her body. There was pain in the marks on her skin even as the blood soothed it. She felt the fluid around her. It supported and cared for her as she felt the aches from the brutal slaughter come into existence before fading. Her lungs didn’t burn as she thought it should have and she was not drowning even if it was strangely soothing having her lungs supported with the viscous liquid inside.

‘Speaking or thinking about liquid inside, it seems to be like being underwater without needing to breath,’ Dora thought as her mind cleared from the rage and passion that had filled her. ‘I know some of this got to my stomach and I feel like a fish I suppose. The liquid is filling my mouth and throat with some also seeming to flow into my nose. There is a slight bit of sting around my nose as well as my eyes and ears. It feels like it is mixing into the stuff there. Oh my, it seems unlike the pool that some is trying to work its way inside and not just down my throat or up my nose…’

Dora was suddenly feeling a strangely soothing form of violation happening. Her lungs were already full and she felt that her throat was starting to burn as she reflexively swallowed more of the blood suspension. There was a pressure building around and within her body. She could feel the fluid covering her and filling her insides begin to be joined as the thickening fluid seemed to worm its way inside. She could hear her heart through the goo and feel the vibrations in the water in her ears.

That was the least disturbing sensation. Dora felt the liquid around her become thick yet still liquid and it seemed to wish to claim her as she had been claimed before. For a moment, she wondered if this was some bizarre sex dream or if Hermione had come up with something else or even if she had gotten so sex obsessed to have even this dominated with sexual overtones. Dora felt a shudder go through her as the gel teased her lower entranced and entreated access even as the fluid in her mouth had gelled and slid down her throat.

Even as Dora felt some of the thick gel dribbling the more fluid blood into her digestive track from the top, she was aware of the slithering goo rising the other way as well as having parted her nether lips and starting to stretch her entrance open while slithering inside. Dora was quiet aware that this was a bit more filling than when Harry and Penny had impaled both her lower holes as her throat was also being filled.

‘OK, I really need to talk to master about being such a sex addict,’ Dora thought as her own excessive libido had altered the ritual. ‘I know I was supposed to be drenched in blood and Hermione said that I may be in some sort of fluid cocoon for a few minutes, but it seems that something about me added something unexpected. Now I am getting a bizarre version of being airtight. I blame my subconscious for this, but at least this stuff is cushioning me and dulling some of the excessive pain even if it seems I want to be violated…’

Dora floated there as the gel slid inside her with the fluid working to keep her breathing. Her muscles were a dull ache as they were broken down and rebuilt. Her nerves were being altered to hander the rapid transfer required. Dora could feel her bones ache and feel a very unpleasant sensation as the marrow rearranged itself to be stronger but lighter with an increase in blood cell production. Her body was thankfully flooded with endorphins as it was being stimulated or the cocktail of hormones triggered would have likely been fatal.

Her lungs were burning even as the fluid soothed the irritation from causing her to convulse. For a moment, inhumanly elegant additions formed connected to her body before the runes flared and they dissolved back into the fluid. For a brief moment, Dora had four additional spider shaped arms as well as spinnerets formed on abnormal parts of her body. Her metamorphmagus ability had gained a second template for that image, but it was unlikely that she would take such a form. Inside there had been similar temporary alterations.

As she settled in her suspension with her head limp and her eyes rolled back in her head, Dora had felt the way some of the organs had stayed shifted. Her lungs were larger as well as more efficient while her digestive tract had compressed even if it was far more optimized for absorption than before. Her body remembered how to shift both the silk spawning organs and the venom sacks she had momentarily had. The muscles had become incredibly dense as the top of the suspension had become thinner as more had been absorbed into Dora.

Her base form had been enhanced with flexibility, strength, and agility being similar to the younger Acromantulas. Thankfully, her reproductive parts had not been obviously altered even as the fluid had stretched her flat stomach to bulge almost to the point of full pregnancy size. Her eggs had been altered so that the effects would be hereditary as well as making them far less degenerative as well as refreshed so they did not suffer the age issue. The sudden feeling that her biology had been altered to have a controlled cycle and that she would only ovulate when she wished barely crossed her mind as the muscles of her stomach began to tighten as the excessive fluid inside was forced out through body twitching orgasms.

Her base form seemed to have become more mature in appearance. Her hair seemed to have become a mix of dark purple and black that looked startling and grew to reach the small of her back. Her face had lost the hints of adolescent and seemed to have become sculpted just right a mix of elegance and sex appeal that would cause many a boy to have a hard time tearing away even if it was to see her prominent yet not disproportionately sexy mounds. Her lips had become full and seemed to puff as if they had been freshly kissed with a very dark crimson color. Hermione felt a sudden urge to dart through the mass and kiss her but it passed even if her breathing was ragged with arousal.

Hermione let her eyes drag away from the flawless face framed with the smoothest and silky hair where the eyes were trying to drown her in their depths to rake down past the cheeks she felt she could spend hours caressing and kissing along the neck that seemed to demand the same with some nibbling thrown in as well. She felt her eyes flow over the sculpted shoulders that led to the similarly muscled yet softly feminine arms before darting back to slowly and thoroughly appreciate the developed and drawing flesh that beckoned her to suckle, caress and worship even without the master driving into either of them.

“I think that Dora will be inspiring some tit worshippers if they ever see a hint of them,” Hermione mumbled as she saw the eye entrancing orbs move with Dora’s pleasure induced motions. “Her other female lover will likely try to suffocate them with attention. Still I don’t think I would mind nursing on them anymore than I have already…”

Hermione trailed off as while the liquid did obscure somewhat that she had been seeing the flesh beneath quiet easily only with a pink hue to it. It was something to think over later as it seemed the liquid had been more like a translucent near transparent red silk veil over Dora from her perceptions. Oh, she couldn’t see every hair on her body nor every dimple but it was nowhere near as concealing as it could be.

As Hermione gazed at her, Dora was not aware of all these changes, but she would never have the issues of trauma from childbirth or difficulty in regaining her figure. Her base form also lost all hair below her head save a decorative patch above her sex. Her legs would never need to be waxed or shaved nor would any other spot on her body. Any future children would have the same advantage in saving time. Her muscles also had gained a particular combination of proteins that prevented muscles from degrading. This meant that even if she was too drained to morph that her default form would forever be in good shape with firm muscles and that her curves would never sag.

Dora had drifted into a pleasant fog as the fluid had stimulated and sensitized her body. Slowly with each flare of the runes and contraction of her body, the thickness of the goo was reduced as it was drawn into her body to replenish the mass and the calories that had literally been incinerated through the change. The fluid became thinner and more transparent allowing Hermione to see what was happening to Dora in more detail.

“Well this is unexpected, but Dora does not seem to be suffering from it,” Hermione said from where she had settled down to wait for this to finish. “I suppose it is not too unexpected to believe that Dora would dream of being taken in all her holes while her body was massaged and caressed everywhere. Lucky slut probably got her lover to stretch her cunt while master drilled her ass before claiming Dora’s lover’s ass. It does seem like what she would want. She does look like her base form is more idealized and the muscles look like they are strong while the skin and curves are soft enough to play with. I think that master will be pleased with these results…”

Hermione watched the now mostly visible and arousing sight before her. Dora was being taken in every hole and being stimulated thoroughly. She had never seen something like that, although Alice had gossiped about how Sarah had done similar things with being satisfied with multiple members sliding inside and outside her body. As it was, Dora looked as if she had matured which would also help alleviate some of her master’s worries. He really wished to allow himself no room to be compared to those that had preyed on her cousin and her friend. Still Dora in the throes of orgasmic pleasure was giving her a good idea of the changes her friend had undergone.

Well she would be able to analyze it better if her hand hadn’t decided to play a bit while she watched. She saw Dora being stretched enough to have an outline on her stomach and her throat was showing signs as well of the movement within. She could see the sliding towards her friends parted cheeks, but Hermione could not see more than that from her angle. It was obvious that Dora was doing more than just taking it, as her friend seemed to try to thrust back against the motions.

“I so plan to show a pensive of this to some of the girls,” Hermione managed to say as she wincingly sat to watch while her fingers worked the less tender yet sensitive spots. “I guess I was right and you will have to tell me how it felt, and if it made you feel anywhere as good as you seem to be right now. I suppose I could ask Sarah the next time we go to Surrey, but I suspect she would try to hint at trying it and I doubt I would allow a real dick that was not master’s inside me. Perhaps we can try whatever substitute you used with your lover. You lucked out a bit at that as I had hoped to be there when you unveiled this intriguing woman that would so catch your attention. Still, I was sloppy and master was right to punish me. That does not mean that I wish that it had not been necessary. We will have some things to discuss when you are recovered. Oh my, that looked rather intense…”

Trailing off, Hermione decided that Dora was in no way going to remember any of the conversation and that it would do her little good save vocalizing some of her thoughts. Meanwhile, Hermione tried not wince at how body was inside while still trying to ease the passions that Dora’s experience was causing. It was likely that the girls would need to be drilled exhausted to pay attention if her master’s other lovers were anywhere as needy as she had been feeling. Still, it had seemed to be increased more than her classmates had even the older years that she could practically reek of their unions in the halls. There was something seeming to intensify and accelerate their physical needs and passions.

‘Something else that we would have to investigate over the summer,’ Hermione thought as her fingers caressed her tender skin. ‘I just don’t know how we will have enough time… I suppose my dear cousin will see if the vaults have a time turner or if we can acquire one. Still something about that is bothering me, but even though master used me and made me orgasm to exhaustion I doubt that I will be able to do more than leer and fantasize while Dora continues her rhythmic motions.’

Her mind, having spent the night in need of release, was no longer paying attention to things even thought she was licking her lips in appreciation at the sight before her, and thus she was as likely to think about things more deeply than the more cocksure boys were when they were standing at attention. She could definitely tell that Dora would have been a very perused and pursued girl if they saw what was under her robes. It truly was a mutually beneficial relationship as Dora was kept safe and the same would be true for Susan and Hannah. She didn’t feel worry if anyone tried anything on Alice, as her cousin would make them regret it.

Anne would be difficult to curtail from her more baize ease in culling undesirables and it was more complicated by her lack of definition in who met those requirements. Hermione already had lost her belief in reforming repeat offenders, as they seemed quite unwilling to change. It was that Anne seemed to have no compulsion in limiting her carnage. It was better that telemarketers were becoming more common than their earlier door to door nuisances as she suspected that Anne would be difficult to restrain if they interrupted her.

Shaking her head at the thought of what Anne would do if she were in the middle of getting some and how likely even Dora and she would feel the same way, Hermione let her distracting thoughts drift away as she watched Dora seem to lock up during a rather potent climax. She probably should have been keeping track on Dora’s number of orgasms, as it would be fun to compete in reaching the most before becoming too sore to continue. Still, Hermione planned to have her own release before Dora was let loose from the encounter.

It would be hard pressed since her inner passages were still tender from the rough and exhilarating poundings her master had done. Still Hermione was able to tease her body and trace the flush flesh beneath her fingers. Combined with watching Dora as she was driven over and over again to mind drowning climax, Hermione was fast approaching from her panting and frenzied movements.

With Dora suspended with two shafts driving into her holes while her tits were being squeezed and sucked even as her lips were parted for the thrusting length going down her throat, Hermione furiously squeezed her aroused tit while her right hand rapidly stroked the flowing flower of her still red lips. She managed to dart two fingers inside while her palm rubbed her exposed clit to the sight of Dora suddenly seize up with her eyes rolled back and her pussy seem to try to dissolve the gel inside her with how much her juices poured out of her.

“Oh fucking heaven,” Hermione said as her fingers felt her fluid pour out while Dora showed signs of the mother of all climaxes in front of her. “Come with me Dora! Master is just going to love this and he may even ease up on my punishment some…”

Hermione trailed off as she felt her contractions force her fluids past her fingers to drench her hand and spray on the floor in front of her. While she was doing her best to cum on her knees, as Dora seemed to pass out from the strength of her own climax, Hermione was being watched by Lady Silver as her fingers moved without care for how over stimulated her passage was as she left a discernable puddle beneath her. Dora was to the ancient serpent’s eyes being held up by the still moving lengths of firm gel inside her. It had been a pity that her master’s self-proclaimed heir had neglected such things. She hadn’t seen such a display for centuries.

Salazar Slytherin had been a consummate and meticulous researcher delving into things that perhaps should not be known, but unlike the last of the Gaunt Line, he had known that there were things to enjoy in life. The man had spent more time between Helga and Rowena’s legs than Godric had with any of his lasses. She suspected that Godric had spread the rumors that Parseltongue was evil since it kept the ladies returning for repeat performances. Even if they called such things as Norman compared to the modern French to describe it.

There had been a reason that the more beautiful women had serpent familiars instead of cats. Sure, a cat could cuddle with you and warm your bed somewhat, the birds were able to send messages quiet well, but a serpent slithered and there was a reason that the ancients gave phallic symbols a serpent image. Snakes didn’t have voice boxes as all their sound was from vibration thus a parselmouth didn’t speech with his throat, but with the vibrations of their tongue and lips.

Still she didn’t recall a ritual outside the sex magics of Babylon, Asia, and Egypt that had any sight similar to what she had seen. Salazar had been a very well traveled man even by the modern standards and there had been few methods of travel at that time compared to the present. Oh, she was aware that humans did certain things since they were pleasurable. She did like to bask in the sun and thus understood humans finding their own pleasures. Still while she had seen Salazar when he lapped between their thighs as well as slide inside them as well as behind them, she had not seen someone that seemed as needing all three methods at once.

‘Something the young master will need to analyze in the future,’ she thought as she watched on as Dora was supported solely by the shafts impaling her holes and the few stings leading to the lengths groping her and exploring her mouth and throat. ‘I suppose that considering how she felt a lack of such needed to be filled that there is little wonder that she has thrown herself into exploring and making up for lost time. It just would not do for young Harry to have to deal with her being needy all the time even if as a human male he would have no disinclination to often copulating with a female. Even Salazar knew when to play and when to work, but I fear that the young changer will need an adjustment as surely as that other needed so recently. As if, she could hide the scent of things from me. I suppose he will need to make sure she knows her place in this nest. I believe Salazar said something about it and he did spend some time adjusting them. Although why it required him copulating in the other hole I suppose is a human or at least mammal trait. A shame that Godric didn’t have that happen as he should have had a dog for his form…’

As the ancient basilisk queen pondered things, Hermione had long since left most of her mind behind. There was her orgasm and Dora in her pleasures, and that was all her world was except for the knowledge that her master existed and this occurred because he chose it to be so. Oh, she was aware that it was her actions that resulted in Dora being driven mad with pleasure in front of her, but her punishment had reinforced the simple truth among them. Harry was in charge. Everything else sprung from that central point.

If he chose to display it by dragging her into a nook and claiming any part of her that was all right and proper with her. To be honest with herself, even as her fingers were pulling and sustaining her own pleasure that Hermione felt compelled to have Harry pull her into one of the numerous closets or empty classrooms and pres her against the wall while sinking into her eager ass. She had read that there was a tendency for women to be submissive after getting a proper reaming, but even her previous encounters had not made her as deferent and submissive as she felt now.

‘All Dora needs is a crop in her hand or being used on that so eye catching ass and one would be hard pressed not to cream their clothes at the sight of her,’ Hermione thought as she felt the tell tale signs of approaching oversensitivity start to ease her still blurred fingers rapidly sliding inside her slick sex. ‘I don’t think either of us will be going on much longer as I can tell that my pussy is getting tender again while Dora seems to be drawing those moving shafts into her body…’

As Hermione watched, the supporting thrusting shafts began to lose color and size outside her body. Dora was now no longer suspended but resting on her tip toes in the still glowing circle. Hermione could see clearly now all of the changes as the barrier of fluid had become completely transparent while the shafts were still somewhat transparent still. While they had been almost as hard to see through as flesh before, Hermione was as she slowly slowed her attempts to make up for her punishments deprived orgasms earlier now able to see somewhat through them.

She made a mental note to buy some transparent toys so she could see Dora stretched in the future. Well maybe some others including her, she decided after seeing the ribbed length sliding inside Dora. She could see the slithering and stroking probes were becoming almost as clear as glass or water while their bases seemed to become slender even if the near heads and lengths remained impressive.

It wouldn’t be long now as Dora seemed to alternate being passed out and blissed out even as Hermione slowed her pace to a gentle fluttering while her juices seemed to still come out at a decent flow. Still, Hermione was savoring being allowed to climax. This would have been unbearable if Harry had kept her on edge through this. It had helped her decide to return to being more careful in things. She had let her own self-assurance in knowing things almost compromise everything. Still she wouldn’t be up to more than gentle things for a while as he had limited her healing in such areas. If she was lucky, Hermione would get to spend the rest of the weekend just reclining while Harry out all of Dora’s improvements.

“Lucky girl,” Hermione said as she watched Dora standing on shaking legs as the thinning supports slowed their ravaging of Dora’s holes. “I suppose that you will be raring to try out the new body once he gets back. Master is making me recover like an ordinary girl so I won't get to have some rough and driving pleasure for a while. You at least will have him in a good mood since he feels pleased with his business at the House of Black. It seems that you look more like your aunt than your mother. Although I will admit that Andromeda is quiet attractive, I suppose I can see why she didn’t want you to stand out as most would use you as little more than a sex toy… not that you would mind that if you were having as many orgasms as you have been. I do believe that I will try you out for myself before the master gets back. It would be quiet improper to leave you waiting. If we are lucky we can see if you can ease some strain while I try to drown your face while he seeks to stuff you full…”

Hermione was aware that her own hormones had increased to the point that she would be spending a good deal of time not thinking with her head but with filling her emptiness. Not that her master would permit her to be a mere vapid cum dumpster, but he would definitely make sure that she helped sate his own needs in addition to her own in both the physical and mental aspects. Besides, if he wanted a casual encounter he could with his reputation almost just walk up to a girl and with little said have her at the least swallow his cum eagerly if not have it spraying inside or on her body. He was still a celebrity enough that with little effort the masses would defer to him even if he for example sodomized the rather attractive astronomy teacher in the great hall during dinner.

So having an almost lobotomizing need to get laid aside, Hermione was going to be draining the library of its knowledge even while she wanted to drain Harry of any stress. That was simply the way of things. Now getting him to take Susan and Hannah in every way was something she would have to schedule for after the exams. It would be a nice reward and encourage the Hufflepuffs even if they were hard workers by nature to do their best. The Slytherins were not the only ones who knew when to utilize incentives although some might call them bribes.

Dora rocked on her tiptoes as she alternated sinking against the invading prongs and swallowing the one she was suckling. Hermione could see that there were two playing with her well-endowed breasts with the tips shaped like mouths suckling on her enlarged nipples. Looking around as Dora twisted, she could see that there was some that had obviously been groping and spanking the eager girl’s ass even as she was being reamed. Glancing at the scene with a closer attention to detail as she had slowed to a calming caress of her own sex, Hermione noticed that Dora’s hands were stroking what were now transparent lengths aimed at her although she couldn’t tell if it was at her face or tits for sure.

Hermione looked on as her hands slowed and her own arousal was on a low sated feeling. She could see that Dora was rocking faster now and her friend’s skin was very flush. Now that she was calm, she saw that the moving things were pulsing. Dora really had to be a sex addict to get this to turn out as it had. The pulsing drew quicker and Dora seemed to be responding as well.

‘It would be so Dora to have the goo cum all over her before it absorbing into her body,’ Hermione thought as she stilled and felt the slowing flow still moistening her hand while her other seemed to be doing no more than tracing her nipple while supporting her breast. ‘I suppose it could be as bad as Sarah has it where the need for sexual relief drives her to often call for being gangbanged then slurped clean. Still it does keep the others from being frantic with need and the girls and boys have rendered Dudley impotent among our age group. Sarah might even find prey to hunt or places where the wild parties can help the rest of the sex crazed sate their own lusts. The worst thing that could happen is that shallow bitch Petunia calls the wrong group to scratch what itch her overweight and unsatisfying whale of a husband does not meet. The gossiping hypocrite being turned into the secret whore of Little Whinging would be a suitable ironic end. Vernon is something else entirely. That bigoted waste of flesh needs something truly inspiring to end him. Otherwise, the master should have just slit his throat like a hog, trussed him up, and roasted him to feed to the companions. Dudley might live through things… maybe. It is up to the master in the end after all.’

With half lidded eyes, Hermione watched as the ritual reached its climax and Dora did as well. The slithering sudo flesh Dora had been stroking spurted at her even as it consumed itself to do so. The same happened for the slowly stroking lengths inside her. The fondling, groping, suckling, and teasing bits dissolved and splattered on her skin.

With a swallow to clear her throat, Dora while her body was shaking and arching on her toes let out a shout of ecstasy. It echoed around the chamber and the circle flared with her shaking in time to her finale of climaxes. Two pairs of eyes watched the scene. One in slow burning lust and the other with a clinical detachment in regards to such human pleasures. Hermione felt a momentary disappointment that their master had not been here to see the culmination, but she could make sure things would be ready for his return.

The room was illuminated by the bright flashes of the circle. A sudden crescendo flourish was culminated with a flare as the circle blazed almost blindingly before the room suddenly seemed dark from the loss of that light. Hermione saw Dora there panting and swaying dizzily. The runes on her body were no longer glowing red having settled on an ink like black.

No one would ever say that Dora was not a wet dream come true. Hermione tilted her head as she appraised Dora. The boys here would give every galleon they could to be permitted to look at her and most would do anything if she would allow them to jerk their pathetic cocks and offer their meager cum to decorate such perfect skin. The girls would likely consider the same. Dora would need a crash course in brutal offensive magic if she ever let her real self be seen in the halls with the form unflattering robes let alone if they caught her in any muggle clothes especially swim wear.

Hermione shook her head to clear her thoughts. She could see Dora’s legs trembling. Lucky bitch had one hell of a day. Ok, she had one hell of a night and then day. Good girls have orgasms enough to lose track while bad girls suffer. Hermione could see that even if Master Harry hadn’t intended the lesson to be this that she would learn from it. Now all she would need to do was get Dora a crop and plan to see Dora use it on her lover while she and her master watched on, and that would have to wait until summer at the earliest as neither Dora’s lover or their master were willing to reveal their identities to each other just yet.

With a wet thump, Dora collapsed to the ground inside the circle as her legs lacked the strength to support her through her orgasms. A sickening slurp followed as the last of the fluid was sucked into her body through her orifices and skin. The runes vanished into her skin next even if they had lingered long enough to have Hermione contemplate on permanently decorating the exquisite skin before her eyes. It was a tossup in which would be more appealing, the naked perfect skin, or the elegantly adorned art drawn on her smooth flesh with the loving care similar to an artist drawing their masterpiece on canvas.

Hermione could see Dora resting on her knees and elbows with her thighs spread. She watched as the flush and shuddering grew before Dora threw her head back and howled as the bizarre experience ended with her body shining in sweat and her thighs slick with her juices. She could still see both her holes spasming around the now missing invaders as the openings seemed to slowly shrink even as her juices lingered on both.

Licking her fingers clean, Hermione slowly approached as she observed the changes to her friend and lover. While Dora had not aged, her body had been given a crash course in acceleration in her maturation. Dora had already been developed enough to show signs of her adult beauty, but now she was a few years further by the looks of it. The girl had gone from a young teen to a near adult in terms of size. Her curves were now closer to Penny’s or more.

Hermione ran her hands over the young woman’s body. Her body was closer to a gymnasts form although her breasts were nowhere near that small nor was her ass too skinny. It was more that the overall muscle tone was there with enough softness to be fun on top. The thorough examination of every inch of her body didn’t stop when Dora’s body responded in her dazed state.

Hermione had found her fingers caressing her lover’s face as she kissed her way down her head having nuzzled and inhaled the scent in her enviable hair. Time was lost to her as she kissed those lips for how long she did not know. Her hands had trailed down Dora’s neck eliciting shivers from the slightly dazed woman’s body. Eventually Hermione released those lips with a gentle nibble and proceeded down trailing kisses and nibbles following where her hand had earlier. Her eyes had seen the long black and dark purple almost violet colored hair and with how it emphasized Dora’s face, neck, and lips especially.

As her lips moved along neck to shoulder, her hands had started to caress the still swollen with arousal mounds with the throbbing points. Hermione was aware that they had some similarities to vampires and the urge to drink blood was one such thing. She felt a desire to do more than nip along the pulsing vein on her lover’s throat. A vision of their bodies pressed together while she did so flashed through her mind before she closed her eyes and willed it from her thoughts. Hermione continued her perusal of Dora’s new base form.

Her hands led forward as her lips spent time worshipping each of the perfectly shaped, toned, and responsive mounds of flesh. As she had lost track of time while kissing Dora’s crimson umber lips, Hermione was awash while nuzzling, licking, and suckling at the seductively scented spots. She was amazed that Dora hadn’t sunk to the floor completely and that she hadn’t flipped the girl over for easier access. Still Dora was slightly on her side allowing her to move forward down her body.

Her hands had trailed to her lover’s thighs and slid around her cheeks. As tempting as slipping between her thighs to cup her sex was, Hermione wanted a slightly different position where she had more room to maneuver. It wouldn’t do to accidentally smack her elbow into the floor or turn Dora over now would it? Besides, Hermione was wondering how responsive Dora would be if while riding their master’s cock that Hermione used a crop on this ass that demanded attention. It was either that or kissing and fondling it to her heart’s content.

While her lips were attached to Dora’s now enviable breast, Hermione had managed to slide her right hand around those hand-attracting cheeks to caress her from behind while her left hand was reaching towards her lips. She would have to let the so delightfully nurse able nipple loose before she properly explored Dora.

‘Well in a few more minutes maybe,’ Hermione thought while feeling lightheaded from the scent Dora was creating in her arousal. ‘Dora just smells and tastes too good for me to let her escape so soon, is all there is to it. I don’t think I could reach her dripping snatch to taste her before my fingers lose their will to just gently explore her though.’

Dora was moaning in response to Hermione’s actions even if her mind was not coherent since the religious experience level climax she had earlier. She could feel it all and wished her body didn’t seem so limp and unmovable or she would have tried to urge her on. She had gushed when her formerly sensitive but nowhere near this level of intensity nipples along with her breasts were caressed and then sucked. Dora had felt as if those nubs had become secondary clitoris in how intense the sensations were.

For Dora it was a blur after that point until she felt her right arm and knee rest on the ground. She had been aware that fingers had been playing with her drooling twat, but her eyes snapped open when her tight yet accommodating snatch was suddenly stretched anew since those thrusting things had burrowed into her holes. She had not noticed when Hermione had slithered behind her and then slid four fingers into her newly toned box before starting a decent glide. She noticed it when a length longer and wider than those fingers stretched and pushed into her.

Her moan sent a shiver of pleasure through Hermione. The girl could feel the grip around her as she plunged inside her friend’s soaked and frothing passage. Her arm was being rapidly covered in juices as they poured out and down her thrusting hand. She could see and feel her responses. Dora was coming like a firecracker and that left Hermione with a warm feeling in her belly that started to tingle towards her own sex.

“Well everything seems to be working even better than before,” Hermione confided to the drained woman even as she fisted the gushing cunt with abandon. “Your muscles feel wonderful and I think you’re even more sensitive now. You filled out some and while curvy, there is little worry of too much jiggling. You better be glad that the robes are so unflattering or we would have to curse the little horn dogs away. I am going to love giving your new body a ride and master is going to appreciate how smooth yet tight you seem to have become now. I don’t think you even need to shift things and could likely just sit there and grind while milking him with the way these muscles are. We might need to do some muscle control exercises so you don’t accidentally kill some people. I don’t think you would appreciate accidentally killing your lover by your thighs clenching too tightly.”

Dora moaned as Hermione played with her half aware body as her pleasure drove any rational thought from her mind. The first year was stroking her hand inside Dora’s cunt and she just kept clenching and flowing from it. The girl that was as forward as she was scary had no restraint in feeling every supple inch of Dora’s body especially her not dangling tits. Hermione was certain that keeping the endorphins flowing would ensure that Dora did not wake strained from the change. That it was fun for her was a pleasant addition.

“Just as soon as you sleep off the rest of the subtler change, I think master will be back by then and we can explore what has changed,” Hermione said with a nod as Dora began to still and flow from pleasure to sleep. “By that point, I hope that the last of master’s punishment has faded so I can enjoy things fully. We are never going to let you go, Dora. May whatever god or gods they believe in grant them mercy in the next life, for we will show anyone that tries to take you from us none. Besides, if we let you go you would barely get passed anyone that hadn’t died of a heart attack from seeing you before you were propositioned. Face it darling, you were a cutie before, but now you will make Veela jealous…”



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