CH 53: No Name [14]

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

I quickly scribbled a few more signatures before asking the guard to take them away, but leave the door open when he left. I wanted to test just how deep her submissive streak went. The guard did so, leaving me alone with Hermione, who was too distracted with her new situation to notice his disappearance.

The time to test her limits was finally here…

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Despite my decision to test her limits, I was content in silently watching Hermione after the guard's departure, marveling at her changes. Admittedly, even discounting my insidious manipulations, what she was going through was far from simple. Thanks to Dumbledore's idiotic plan, she had found herself shouldering the responsibility to end a war they were losing rather badly. Her carnal sacrifices made sense under the unbelievable amount of stress was not a surprise.

And my modifications on her mentality significantly furthered the lengths she was willing to go. The magical tricks I had implemented on her made sure that she was backed up with desire to an unbelievable degree. Not to mention the situation I had trapped her discharged that pressure in most high-risk way imaginable, by making her think that she was just a mistake away from captured by the enemy. And being saved by the biggest annoyance for their so-called golden-trio wasn't helpful to her attempts to balance herself, nor the fact that sexual relations with said annoyance being the only way to avoid attendance.

I shook my head, distracting myself, not wanting to waste any time with introspection while there was a sexy minx between my legs, doing her best to milk me dry. The fact that her top and her bra was lying on the ground in pieces, leaving her half naked. Yes, her arms were still crossed over her breasts, trying to hide her treasures, but they were noticeably looser, giving me occasional glimpses of her nipples as she tried to devour more of my shaft.

Since she was yet to notice the absence of the guard, I decided to use the opportunity to start bringing things to the next level. I lowered my hands to her chest, leveraging her lack of attention to squeeze between the space between her arms and her breasts. In my palms, her globes felt like little balls of fire, her heartbeat flickering like tongs of flame. I squeezed them hard, earning a moan, which almost triggered a climax in me because she didn't bother to pull my shaft outside her mouth before letting out that cry, causing my shaft to rumble.

I expected her to pull back after that squeeze, but much to my surprise, she continued her task with the same diligence that made her the best student of her generation. I was tempted to let her continue with that task, of course, but that would ruin quite a bit of the preparation I had put in place, and I wasn't willing to forgo their amusement value.

"The guard is gone," I said in stage whisper, my hands still on her breasts, massaging them softly.

It took a few seconds for her to react my words, and even then, it was just her eyes, rising to meet mine while her lips still maintained their repetitive journey on my shaft. In her eyes, a delicious mixture of arousal and dancing, effortlessly suppressing her emotions on the negative side of the spectrum.

She had repeated the motion a couple more times until my lips involuntarily quirked into a smirk, which somehow reminded her of the situation she was in. Her lips froze in place for a moment as the situation hit her in its nakedness, then she pulled back. Her arms tightened around her chest reflexively, but that worked the opposite effect, as my hands were still in place.

"You need to loosen your grip so that I can pull back my hands," I reminded. My words achieved the impossible, enhancing her blush even further. But her arms loosened, allowing me to pull back my hands, also giving me another glimpse of her perky tits before she grabbed the scraps of her top and pressed it against her chest to cover them.

I said nothing else. Watching Hermione was more fun as she stayed on her knees, not knowing where to look. She couldn't even decide where to look, trying to avoid the sight of my erection which still glistened with her saliva. But she also avoided my gaze, unable to stomach the sight of the victorious smirk that I was unable to erase despite my best efforts. In the end, she remembered why she was here.

"So, where were we?" I asked even as I leaned back, not making the slightest effort to cover my glistening length.

"We were…" Hermione tried to start, but her words stumbled when her gaze was once again caught by my presence. "Can't you just put that back on your pants," she whined.

"I can't," I answered calmly. "You never know when another guard passes by, and it's safer to be ready to continue our ruse," I explained, amused by the ease she believed my half-assed reasoning. After all, just closing the door would be a much easier solution than maintaining the constant impression that things were about to devolve into a naked wrestling match. Not that it would have worked if she recommended it; my arguments were already prepared to convince her otherwise.

"Okay," she whispered, the shock still apparent in her tone. "Let's go back talking about the resistance."

"We will," I said even as I put my hand towards her. "But first, we need to make sure we won't be overheard," I said. "Without a spell," I added a moment later when I saw her reaching for her wand. "Can you imagine just suspicious it will look if we use a silencing spell to hide our discussion. No, you need to be closer."

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