Emma woke up, stretching her arms over her head. If it was possible, she felt even better this morning than she did yesterday. She normally felt a little groggy when she woke up and was absolutely useless until she had her morning coffee. Now she felt she could roll out of bed and run a marathon.
She sat up, shortly followed by Hermione, who looked to be just as well rested as she was.
“Good morning Hermione,” Emma greeted.
“Good morning mom,” Hermione replied.
Until she fell asleep, Hermione thought about what her mother had said. ‘Would it really be that bad to be with Harry? He cared about them, and he would never mistreat them. And when they were with him, Hermione thought with a smile. It did feel amazing.’
Arcanum walked inside, interrupting their quiet morning. “Good Morning Ladies.”
“I’m happy to tell you that your physical changes are now complete, and the preparations will be ready in the next few days for you to complete the ritual.”
“Then you’ll let us out of here?” Hermione demanded.
“Yes,” Arcanum nodded. “You will leave in the very capable hands of Mr. Potter. Now kneel.”
Hermione and Emma quickly dropped to their knees, the training having ingrained the orders into their minds.
Arcanum produced two more bowls of porridge, handing it to them.
Both Hermione and Emma stared down at the porridge in their hands. Especially after their dinner last night, neither one had the appetite for the porridge anymore.
“I suggest you eat ladies. You have another long day ahead of you and you will need your strength,” Arcanum advised.
Hermione sighed as she dipped her spoon into the bowl and started eating the bland porridge. She couldn’t wait until they could leave, if only to avoid the terrible food.
“I assume you have some questions about what we discussed yesterday,” Arcanum said as they both ate. “This is your opportunity to ask.”
“How could you take control of all the muggle governments like that?” Hermione demanded. “It was bad, but they’re not like that anymore.”
“They are not like that because we don’t allow them to be,” Arcanum corrected.
“How can they prove they’ve changed if you don’t give them a chance?” Hermione countered.
“Miss Granger,” Arcanum explained. “Controlling the muggle world is far more complicated than waving a wand and casting an Imperius. We can’t hold them under the curse continuously, it would cause irreparable brain damage inside of a year.”
“We monitor them, and should they attempt to do something dangerous to the public, or the world at large, then we step in, resolve the situation and, when possible, change the laws preventing something like that from happening again.”
“Take North Korea, for example. We are there on almost a monthly basis, stopping them from launching Nuclear weapons.”
“Why are you allowing that government to stay in power?” Emma asked. “Why don’t you just set up a new ruling family?”
“Who would we replace them with?” Arcanum asked. “Anyone we could find that has the knowledge and experience to rule would be just as corrupt and dangerous as they were.”
Hermione and Emma were silent at Arcanum’s response. It was becoming more and more obvious the situation was more complex than they initially realized, and even if they could stop the wizarding world from ruling over the muggles, it would likely lead to a lot of death and destruction.
“I think that’s enough discussion, at least for today. Mr. Potter will be in shortly to take you through your exercises,” Arcanum said as he went to the door. “Yesterday, you hesitated before following one of Mr. Potter’s commands. It was not long enough to trigger your collars, but it was noticeable. If you don’t consistently follow commands, it will only increase your stay here, but if this is what I suspect it is, you would be much better served by simply asking Mr. Potter for a spanking. I’m sure he would be more than happy to accommodate you,” he said, leaving before either Hermione or Emma could respond.
Hermione and Emma both looked at each other before turning away and blushing. They hadn’t thought what they did was that obvious.
“Do you think he would?” Emma asked after a long pause. “Or would he think there was something wrong with us?”
Hermione thought about it for a moment. Harry clearly enjoyed spanking them as much as they enjoyed being spanked by him. If anything, Harry wasn’t sure it was what they wanted as well. “… I think we might have to convince him,” Hermione replied.
“Hmmm,” Emma replied with a wicked smile. “That might be fun.”
Hermione had a matching grin on her face at the thought. Harry always tried to be so respectful of them, but it was clear what he wanted to do with them. “What do you think he’ll have us do this time?”
Emma licked her lips. “He took our mouths yesterday… Maybe today it will be our cunts… or maybe something else.”
“Mom!” Hermione replied, faux scandalized. The thought of her mother speaking so freely about her sex life, even a few weeks ago, was outrageous, but now it almost seemed normal.
“Oh, come off it, Hermione,” Emma laughed. “You loved every second of it, and don’t tell me you weren’t thinking the same thing.”
Hermione laughed as well. She never thought she would have liked the things she had done with Harry, or even her own mother for that matter, but she did, and she was looking forward to more.
A moment later, the door opened, and they could tell immediately it was their Harry. He carried himself differently, always tried to look them in the eye, rather than let his eyes wander.
“Hermione, Emma,” Harry greeted them with a smile. “They’re going to let us go in the next couple of days. We just have to complete the ritual.”
“That’s great Harry,” Hermione smiled as well.
Harry led the girls through the now very familiar training routine. They went through with their run, and just like yesterday, they had no problem keeping up with the treadmill, and after a long drink, they moved on to their yoga poses.
This time they easily flowed through the poses one after the other, with no hesitation or mistakes, and when it came time for their poses, the screens didn’t appear like normal. They had to rely on their memory, but they still completed each pose perfectly, even though they had to hold them for much longer than before.
When they finished, a thin sheen of sweat covered their bodies. As Hermione glanced at Harry out of the corner of her eye, she could see the way he was looking at them when he thought they weren’t looking. She glanced down, seeing the bulge in his pants.
Hermione caught Emma’s eyes. Neither one of them had to say a word. They both knew this was the best time to ask Harry.
As one, they dropped to their knees and crawled sensually towards Harry, putting a sway into their hips as they did. They could see Harry’s eyes darken with lust as they crawled over to him.
“What… What are you?…” Harry stammered out as the girls kneeled in front of him.
“Harry, there’s something we wanted to ask you,” Hermione started. “The other day when you spanked us… we just wanted to know. Will you only spank us when we’re… Bad?”
“Um… that’s what they told me, Hermione,” Harry replied. “I’m sorry… they said it was part of your training.”
“Oh…” Emma said as she rose to her knees, gently stroking Harry’s cock through his pants. “That’s too bad,” she said as she felt his cock harden under her touch.
“… Bad?” Harry asked, making no move to remove Emma’s hands.
“Yes…” Emma smiled seductively. “It’s just that me and Hermione enjoyed it so much… it would be a shame if it only happened when we were bad.”
“Please Harry,” Hermione added as she positioned herself behind Emma, pressing her chest against Emma’s back and then reaching up to cup Emma’s breasts, fondling them.
Harry gulped visibly. “Hermione, Emma… are you sure this is… something you want? What if it’s the potions making you feel this way?”
“It doesn’t matter Harry,” Emma said as Hermione snaked one of her hands down her stomach, and cupped her cunt.
“We need it,” Hermione pleaded in a sultry voice.
Harry’s eyes darkened even more as he came to full attention under Emma’s ministrations. “… Alright girls, as long as you do as you’re told, I’ll be happy to put you over my knee. Now stand up. We still have a lot to do today before we can get to that.”
Emma winked up at Harry as she released his cock and got to her feet alongside Hermione.
“It’s time for your shower. You know what to do,” Harry instructed.
Just like the previous days, Hermione felt her arms and legs lock into position as Emma washed her, but this time it was less about getting clean, and more about putting on a show for Harry.
“Harry please, let me cum.” Hermione pleaded with Harry when she couldn’t hold back anymore.
“No,” Harry denied simply.
Hermione couldn’t believe it. Harry had always given permission before. “Please, Harry, I need it so bad,” she begged.
“I said no Hermione,” Harry repeated.
It confused Hermione. Had she done something? Why wasn’t Harry letting her cum?
When it was her turn to wash Emma, the same thing happened. Just like with her, Harry refused to let cum, leaving both of them turned on and frustrated.
“Did we do something wrong?” Emma asked after they were dry.
“Why would you think that?” Harry asked.
“Well… I mean, you didn’t let us cum, and you always did before,” Emma replied.
“Emma, Hermione, you will both get more than enough chances to cum, believe me,” Harry assured them, “but you’ll enjoy them much more if you have to wait for them.”
Hermione and Emma looked at each other. There was something different about Harry now, something they enjoyed. They had seen bits of it, especially when they were sucking his cock. He was confident, in charge, and it made them want him all the more.
“Today we’re going to do something a little different,” Harry said. “Hermione, cat pose.”
Hermione quickly dropped to her knees as she stared up at Harry. She was wet for him already, practically dripping.
Harry pulled out a blindfold from his robes and fitted it on Hermione’s head. “When I cover your eyes with this, you won’t be able to see or hear anything unless I let you. I need to talk to your mother about a few things. So can you be a good girl for me and wait here quietly, Hermione?”
Hermione wanted to know what he was going to say to Emma, but she wanted to cum even more, and the way Harry was looking at her, there was only one response he was going to accept. “Yes, Harry.”
“Good girl,” Harry praised as he pulled the blindfold over her eyes, and just like he said, everything went dark. She couldn’t hear a sound. As the minutes dragged on, she wondered what Harry and her mother were talking about for so long.
Another few minutes passed by when she could suddenly hear again. “Head down, ass up Hermione,” Harry said from behind her, then everything went silent again.
Hermione immediately followed the order, pressing her cheek to the floor as she parted her legs and waited, and waited, but all she felt was the cool floor on her cheek.
Hermione was getting frustrated. How long was Harry going to make her wait? But she knew better than to break her pose and ask him.
After an even longer wait, she felt his hands tracing down her back and grabbing her hips. His leg brushed up against her as she felt him get into position behind her.
‘This is it,’ Hermione thought excitedly. She felt his member part her folds and push into her cunt. ‘So big,’ Hermione thought as he finally bottomed out inside her.
Hermione felt Harry slowly pump his cock in and out of her eager cunt, giving her a chance to get used to his length.
“Ugh!, ugh, ugh, ugh,” Hermione grunted with each thrust. This already felt so much better than his fingers.
Wanting more, Hermione thrust her hips back, matching his thrusts as she moaned. “Yes Harry! Yes! That feels so good!”
Hermione could feel Harry moving behind her, changing his angle slightly higher so he was penetrating even deeper inside of her. She groaned in pleasure as she curled her fingers and toes. With each thrust, he was bringing her closer and closer. It all felt so amazing.
She mewed in pleasure as he continued to ravish her, bringing her right to the edge and keeping her there. She knew that if he didn’t have control of her orgasms, she would have cum at least twice by now.
Hermione felt the sweat gather on her back as Harry kept up the relentless pace, his thighs slapping her ass with each thrust, until she finally couldn’t take it anymore. “Please Harry! I need to cum!!”
Hermione groaned as Harry ignored her, fucking her even harder now. “Please Harry! I can’t take anymore,” she begged.
Then suddenly the mask was off and she could see and hear again. Her eyes went wide as she saw Harry kneeling in front of her as she was being fucked from behind. “What? What’s going on?”
She tried to turn her head, not even sure what was happening, but Harry grabbed her chin firmly, locking his eyes to hers.
“No, don’t move,” Harry demanded.
“Ugh! Ugh! UGH!” Hermione grunted as she was ravished relentlessly. “What’s… happening? Harry.”
Harry said nothing as he continued to look into her eyes intently. Hermione didn’t know what to do. She needed to cum so badly, she couldn’t even think straight anymore.
“Cum for me, both of you,” Harry finally said.
“AWGAWDDD!” Hermione screamed as her orgasm crashed over her and she slumped to the ground. She could still feel the cock inside of her, hard as a rock. She gasped for breath as she tried to work out what was going on.
Then she felt someone slump over her back, the one that had been fucking her relentlessly. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she felt a pair of breasts pressing into her back.
Looking over her shoulder, she saw the panting form of her mother slumped over her. “What… what happened?” Hermione asked.
“How did it feel?” Harry asked.
“I don’t understand… Harry… how?” Hermione asked, unable to process what happened.
“How did it feel?” Harry repeated.
“It.. it.. Was amazing,” Hermione admitted. “I never knew it could feel that good.”
“Just wait until you feel the real thing, Hermione,” Harry smiled as he helped Emma up.
Hermione felt the cock, whatever it was, slide out of her along with a puddle of cum as she tried to catch her breath.
Then she saw it for the first time. It was a dildo, but it was strapped around Emma’s waist, right over her cunt. What really caught her attention, though, was that it looked exactly like Harry’s dick and was covered in her juices.
“Hermione, you need to clean your toys after you’re done playing with them,” Harry ordered.
Hermione looked between Harry and the dildo for a moment as she worked out what he said.
She smiled seductively at Harry as she rose to her knees and licked the dildo, never breaking eye contact with Harry. It surprised her when she heard a soft moan from Emma, looking up at her in confusion.
“Emma wasn’t just fucking you with the dildo,” Harry explained. “She felt everything and wanted to cum just as bad as you did.”
Hermione’s eyes smoldered with lust as she stuck her tongue out, licking the underside of the dildo, eliciting another moan from her mother.
“Ohhh,” Emma breathed out as the dildo allowed her to feel it all.
Looking up at Harry, Hermione sucked the dildo into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down.
“Ugh, Ugh, Ugh,” Emma grunted as she reached out, tangling her fingers in Hermione’s hair as Hermione sucked her off. “Oh god, Hermione, you have no idea how good this feels.”
Taking it a step further, Hermione sucked the dildo deep into her throat as she hummed.
Emma’s eyes widened as she let out a long moan of pleasure. Hermione was definitely a quick learner.
Hermione held herself in place as long as she could, finally pulling back as she got lightheaded, then immediately went back to pumping the dildo in and out of her throat.
“Oh Hermione, I’m so close… just a little more,” Emma groaned as Hermione continued to suck her off.
“Cum Emma,” Harry ordered, just as she reached the height of her pleasure. Somehow, Harry always knew when she needed it the most.
“AAAAhhhh,” Emma moaned. It was an odd sensation to feel all that through the dildo, but no less enjoyable.
It surprised Hermione when she felt something coat the back of her throat. She looked up at Emma, who had her eyes closed and her head tilted back as the stuff filled her mouth. Then she recognized the taste. Somehow, her mother’s cum was coming out of the dildo and filling her mouth.
As the last spurts of cum filled her mouth, Hermione swallowed, making sure to thoroughly lick the dido clean before she pulled her lips off of it.
“Kneel,” Harry instructed as he went to the wall and a panel revealed another two bowls of porridge.
“Oh,” Hermione said, disappointed, as she kneeled down. “I was hoping it would be something else.”
“Sorry Hermione,” Harry apologized. “When we leave, I promise we’ll get something you’ll like to ear more.”
Hermione and Emma nodded as they ate the porridge, looking forward to never seeing the stuff again.
“Emma?” Hermione asked as they finished eating. “… What did it feel like? With that,” she pointed to the dildo that was still strapped around her waist.
“I’m not sure how to describe it,” Emma smiled. “It was weird… but good.”
“Don’t worry, Hermione, you’re going to get your chance to try it soon,” Harry added.
Hermione’s eyes lit up at the thought. It seemed the longer they stayed here, the more sexually adventurous she felt.
“What are we going to do next Harry,” Emma asked, already looking forward to another round.
“The only thing left is the spanking you asked for,” Harry smiled. “Who wants to go first?” He asked as he sat down in the chair and patted his lap.
Hermione and Emma looked at each other. “You got to cum last,” Hermione pointed out. “I think it should be my turn.”
“Alright, alright,” Emma said indulgently. “You can go first Hermione,”
Hermione smiled as she got to her feet and draped herself across Harry’s lap eagerly. She had been looking forward to this for the last two days.
Harry started by rubbing his hand on her ass, softly kneading each cheek as Hermione let out a low moan, melting into his touch.
This spanking already felt different from the last. Harry seemed to indulge more in fondling her ass than he did last time. When she felt the first spank it didn’t have the sharp pain she was expecting, only a light sting, before he moved back to caressing her ass.
Harry unexpectedly activated the plug in her ass, causing her to yelp as the water filled her ass, but just when it felt uncomfortable she felt two of his fingers slip into her cunt, and slowly, sensually finger her.
She wished he would go faster, but by now knew better than to ask him. Harry would only go slower, just to get her more worked up.
Hermione balled her hands into fists and curled her toes as the slow assault on her slit continued until the plug finally finished cleaning her out.
Hermione groaned when she felt Harry pull his fingers out of her cunt, not wanting him to stop.
“Emma lick,” Harry ordered as he held out his two fingers coated in Hermione’s cum.
Emma’s eyes lit up as she crawled up to Harry and Hermione, eagerly sucking Harry’s finger clean. She loved the taste of Hermione almost as much as she did Harry.
“Good girl,” Harry praised as he delivered a few light spanks to Hermione.
Hermione mewed in pleasure. There was just something about the sting of each spank combined with the pure pleasure of Harry’s fingers inside of her that drove her wild. She knew it was only a matter of time before she would beg for it. Harry seemed to always know exactly what to do.
Harry alternated with spanking her and fingering her until she was openly moaning and wriggling on his laps, hoping to keep his fingers inside her for just a moment longer.
“Emma, Hermione is dripping all over the floor. Make sure that doesn’t happen again,” Harry ordered.
Emma stared lustfully at Hermione’s cunt as she moved behind her and spread apart her ass cheeks. She leaned down, giving a long slow lick from Hermione’s cunt right up to the plug in her ass.
“Oh god,” Hermione moaned in delight. “That feels so good, Emma.”
Harry returned to spanking Hermione, the sting of each slap turning her on even more. Every time Harry touched her like this, it was better than the last. Was it true what Emma said? Were they really ruined for other men? Was it only Harry that could give them what they needed?
“Emma, keep licking, just like you were before, until I tell you to stop,” Harry ordered.
Emma didn’t have to be told twice as she descended between Hermione’s cheeks.
Hermione tried to push herself back onto Emma’s tongue, eager for more, but a sharp slap to her ass stopped her in her tracks. “No Hermione, don’t move,” Harry ordered.
Hermione groaned in frustration. She was close now, she could feel it. She wished Harry would just fuck her.
Then she felt something new. Harry was tugging the plug out of her ass. He twisted it like a corkscrew as he slowly pulled it out, magnifying the feel of Emma’s tongue on her needy cunt.
When the plug popped out of her ass, Emma didn’t miss a beat as she circled her tongue around the rim of Hermione’s ass, eliciting another moan of pleasure from her before she descended to her cunt again.
Hermione grunted in dismay as Emma and Harry just continued to tease her. How long would they keep this up? Would they ever let her cum?
“Put your tongue inside her ass,” Harry ordered.
Emma licked her way back up to Hermione’s asshole, pushing the tip of her tongue inside and rolling it from side to side.
“God please, Harry!” Hermione screamed. “I can’t take it anymore. I need to cum so bad.”
Then she felt it. She let out a relieved moan as Harry pushed his fingers inside her dripping cunt and fucked her while Emma licked out her ass. The feeling was indescribable.
“Emma, go deeper,” Harry ordered as he pumped his fingers inside Hermione.
She was so close now, ‘almost there,’ she thought as Harry and Emma fucked both her holes.
“Hermione, if you want to cum, you need to do something for me,” Harry ordered.
“Anything!” Hermione agreed, without even thinking. “Just, please… I need it so bad.”
“Ask me again,” Harry demanded. “But the way a slave does for their master.”
Hermione was so far gone now it didn’t even cross her mind what she was saying. The only thing she could think about was the climax she was aching for. “Please Master! Please let your slave cum!!”
“Cum for me Hermione.”
Hermione closed her eyes tightly as she felt the orgasm crash over her. She must have drenched Emma’s face with all the cum that poured out of her. She panted as she did her best to catch her breath.
“Emma, clean Hermione up,” Harry ordered.
Emma obediently licked her way down, licking Hermione’s cunt lovingly until she was completely clean as Harry inserted her plug back inside.
Hermione slid off Harry’s lap and onto her knees as she came back to herself. ‘Did Harry just tell me to call him Master?’ Hermione thought. ‘Did I call myself his slave?’
“What was that Harry?” Hermione asked. “Why did you tell me to call you, Master?”
“I’m sorry Hermione,” Harry explained. “That’s one of the things Arcanum said you have to do as part of your training. It will only be until we leave,” Harry promised.
“Why didn’t you just say that?” Hermione asked.
“I know how you feel about that stuff,” Harry referenced the S.P.E.W organization Hermione created in Hogwarts. “I thought it would be easier if I distracted you the first time.”
Hermione wanted to be angry with Harry, but he was probably right about the way she would have acted. The last thing she wanted was to stay in this place any longer than she had to. “Just promise me that’s the only thing. No more surprises?”
“I promise Hermione,” Harry nodded.
“I suppose I will need to as well, Master,” Emma replied.
“You’re ok with this?” Harry asked in surprise.
“No, not okay with it… but what choice do we have?” Emma asked.
“Do you want your spanking now?” Harry asked as he patted his lap.
Emma nodded eagerly, momentarily putting aside that she would have to call her daughter’s childhood friend Master as she draped herself across his lap.
After Harry spanked her a couple of times, Emma could tell why Hermione seemed to enjoy it so much. It didn’t have the same sting as her previous spankings. It was more playful, more sensual.
“Hermione, take off the dildo Emma is wearing,” Harry ordered.
“Yes Master,” Hermione replied, saying that word, now that she could think clearly. Just like everything else that changed about her over the last few days, it didn’t feel as bad as she thought it would. She didn’t like it, but she could at least tolerate it for the next few days.
“Put it on,” Harry ordered.
Hermione connected the strap around her waist, looking down at the dildo between her legs. She touched the tip with her hand and gasped. Emma was right… It felt strange, but in a good way. She ran her fingers down the shaft, pretending it was Harry’s cock as she moaned.
“Come over here and fuck your mother,” Harry ordered.
Hermione stepped forward, lining the dildo up with Emma’s dripping cunt. She teased her folds, just rubbing the tip against her lips.
Emma keened in pleasure as she felt Hermione teasing her with the dildo at the same time Harry was spanking her. The opposing feelings of pleasure and pain driving her wild. “Hermione put it inside me,” she begged.
Without any warning, Hermione plunged the dildo into Emma’s folds until she felt all seven inches buried inside her. “AAAWWW!” Emma grunted, not expecting it, but as wet as she was, she felt no pain, either.
Then Emma felt Hermione’s hips slapping into her ass as she drove the dildo in and out of her. “Ugh, ugh, ugh,” she grunted with each thrust. At the pace Hermione was setting, she would cum in record time.
“Slow down Hermione,” Harry ordered. “I want Emma to enjoy this.”
“Sorry… Master,” Hermione replied sheepishly. She had been so overcome by the pleasure she was feeling through the dildo, so forgot about everything else. “I didn’t hurt you, did I, Emma?”
“Ugh, no Hermione, ugh,” Emma grunted with each thrust. “I liked it, ugh.”
Hermione watched as Harry stopped his spanking and activated the plug.
“Uhh,” Emma moaned, surprised by Harry activating her plug at the same time that Hermione was fucking her.
The water filled Emma’s ass, getting uncomfortably tight with each passing second, until she finally felt the water trickle out of her, all while Hermione continued to fuck her cunt.
“Faster, Hermione,” Harry ordered as he pulled out the plug, only to plunge it back inside at the same time that Hermione thrust the dildo inside of Emma.
Emma felt so full and so sexy as they plundered both her holes at the same time.
Emma was openly moaning now. She knew that if it was up to her, she would have orgasmed ages ago, but Harry always kept them right on the edge for as long as possible. “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” She grunted with each thrust. It wasn’t long after that Emma couldn’t take it anymore. “Please, Master! Let me cum! Let your slave cum!”
“Faster Hermione,” Harry ordered, ignoring Emma.
“AAAHHH!!!” Emma let out a long scream of delight, as somehow it felt even better than before. “Please, Master!!”
“Cum for me, both of you,” Harry ordered.
For Emma, it was like a bomb went off as the orgasm ripped through her. “AWGAWDDD!” She actually felt light-headed after the powerful orgasm.
Hermione was not far behind her. “AUUGGH,” she grunted as came as well.
They both slumped over as in exhaustion as they caught their breath.
Hermione lay overtop of Emma, the dildo she was wearing still buried in Emma’s cunt. A thin sheen of sweat covered both their bodies as they recovered.
“That was… amazing,” Hermione smiled.
“Emma could only nod in agreement.” There was no comparison. The sex she had over the last few days had been the best of her life. At least for her, there was no going back to the way things used to be.
Hermione leaned back, the dildo popping out of Emma’s cunt as she slumped to her knees and shuffled to the side.
Emma’s legs felt like jelly. At this point, she wasn’t even sure she could stand up. She slid down to the floor beside Hermione.
Hermione looked up at Harry, licking her lips unconsciously as she stared at his crotch. The tent in his pants clearly told her that Harry needed some attention as well.
Hermione crawled in between Harry’s legs. Without saying a word, she unbuckled his belt and freed his cock. She wrapped her hand around his base as she stared up at him, looking to him for permission.
“Go ahead, Hermione,” Harry said as he leaned back in the chair.
“Yes Master,” Hermione replied. It seemed the more she said it, the less strange it sounded to say.
Hermione started by sucking on his cock head as she pumped her hand up and down his shaft, eliciting a groan of pleasure from Harry as she savored the taste of his pre-cum.
“Good girl Hermione,” Harry praised.
After a few moments, Hermione pulled her lips off his cock, and sucked his balls as she continued to pump his shaft.
After a few minutes, she switched back to his cockhead, licking the pre-cum that had built up like it was an ice cream cone. It was so strange to think that a few days ago she would have found this demeaning, but now she reveled in it.
There was just something indescribably erotic about Harry reacting to her body the way he did and what she did for him.
Hermione released Harry’s cock and licked his shaft, preparing to take him down her throat. When she was sure his cock was nice and wet, she brought her lips back to his tip and took him in her mouth. She sucked his cock leisurely, knowing that Harry loved it when she took her time.
Harry tangled his fingers into her hair as she bobbed her head up and down, taking in a little more each time until he was bumping into the back of her throat.
Hermione sealed her lips snugly around his cock as she looked up at him, making eye contact before she took him in her throat with one thrust. She could feel his pubic hair rubbing against her nose as she enjoyed the feel of him filling her.
After a few seconds to get used to the intruder in her throat, she hummed, eliciting another groan of pleasure from Harry. When she couldn’t hold her breath anymore, she pulled her head back until his cock was just brushing the tip of her lips.
Wanting to try something new, Hermione rose to her knees and wrapped her breasts around his member. She sucked on his cock head as she massaged his dick with her breasts.
The effect on Harry was immediate. He grew even harder and groaned in pleasure. “That feels amazing Hermione, don’t stop, I’m close.”
A few moments later, she felt his cock twitch just before he exploded in her mouth. She drank down as much of his cum as she could, but she felt a few ropes of cum land on her chest.
Harry panted as looked down at Hermione, covered in his cum, and staring at him wantonly. “Emma, come over here and clean up Hermione.”
Now that she had caught her breath, Emma didn’t have to be told twice. She crawled in beside Hermione and licked off the salty, sweet cum from Hermione, making sure not to miss a drop.
When Hermione was clean, Harry tucked himself back into his pants as he stood up. “Goodnight girls, I’ll see you in the morning,” He said as he left the room.
Hermione and Emma crawled over to the bed and flopped down as the day finally caught up with them. Fully sated, they both fell asleep almost immediately.