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The Witch Trainer {darkest_fate&obscura}

Will it fit? How many blushing, trembling young women had asked that question before? it tumbled from ever so many lips, and each time it always drew chuckles of amusement from male partners. Even Aali couldn't help but smile at his soon to be lover as his cock pressed against her. "It's designed to," he replied, knowing full well that he would stretch the young woman. It would hurt: there would be no stopping the pain of having something that large shoved into something that small. But the pleasure that would follow would so eclipse it...

well, assuming she actually gave way before his demands. Otherwise she'd feel more and more pressure, more than she could possibly imagine. he rubbed himself against her again, readying. Her stammered question caught him off guard, and he paused, staring at her, not quite believing it. She'd wait until now? "We did not arrange for such a thing," he intoned. He could understand her unease, however. Sighing, he reached into his robes. The wand soon appeared. a flick and an "accio" produced protection in the form of what amounted to the magical version of a condom. It would fit like a second skin around Aali's cock, forming a barrier of magical material so thin as to practically be nonexistent. It stopped what it needed to stop: disease, sperm, etc. Except, unlike its Muggle equivalent, this could be...adjusted.

"There," he said, nodding. He adjusted himself again, once more angling his impressive cock against Hermione's sex. he'd noticed her fidgeting, trembling hands going to her shirt. His own reached up, and with one almost brutal yank he pulled the garment loose. Buttons popped, some flying off the girl, off the bed completely. The gesture had been so violent: a single tug, a sharp pull, that there wouldn't be time to react. She'd be wearing her shirt still, and whatever she had underneath, but the few buttons left wouldn't have done much to cover her even if they'd been allowed to do so.

Aali smiled then, smiled and began pushing with his hips. He wanted the initial insertion to be slow, to have her realize, to be fully aware of what was happening. His head pushed against her sex. The nether walls parted before him, his wand penetrating her flesh without the slightest hesitation. The thrumming device pressed against him, seeming to nestle against his cock, extending its vibrations further down, nearly turning the pillar of flesh into a thrumming toy of its own. The professor had dealt with this sensation before, but even he had to pause and moan. For his head had been surrounded by tight virgin flesh, and the thrumming only added more sensation to the mixture.

Still he pushed. He wanted to sink inches, to get his head within her, at the least. To feel her tight sex squeezing against him, rippling with the need he'd spent so long coaxing out of her. Just the thought caused another smallish burst of precum to drizzle out of him, further lubricating his passage as his cock slid within her tight sheath, beginning to stretch her. He knew she'd be feeling every inch as her body adjusted, and know with each passing moment precisely what she would be feeling, and what would be happening, and that she couldn't stop it, wouldn't want to stop it...
 
Hermione's heart sped up, a little, as he reached for his wand–had he decided to show mercy on her? Was he going to take the device off? –but, as it turned out, instead, he summoned a condom. Hermione flushed, unable to shake off the feelings of disappointment, much to her slight shame; reaching climax was certainly less important than potentially winding up pregnant, of course. Even if it she was aroused enough so that she ached, even if the slightest brush of Aali's cock against her sex as he re-positioned himself made her moan, punctuated by a gasp as Aali reached up to pull her shirt loose, buttons popping of of her to reveal the matching Gryffindor-red bra underneath, her nipples hard enough to show through the lacy fabric.

She licked her lips, unable to keep herself from looking down between them to Aali's cock, pressed against her sex, and–just like that, Aali began to push inside of her. Her mouth formed an O, silent at first, more shock than anything, and then a moan. "O-oh," she groaned, tightening around him instinctively, her eyes slipping shut. "Nnnh, fuck–" It was almost a blessing, the fact that she'd been on edge all day; if she wasn't as wet as she was, it was questionable whether or not Aali would be able to fit. As it was, there certainly was an ache, as she began to stretch to accommodate his cock, but it was manageable, just barely.

She opened her eyes, and was shocked to see that he had just managed to fit the head. That was it? And there was so much more–she wasn't sure if the realization was frightening or thrilling. Perhaps a little bit of both. It was certainly obscene, the sight of Aali pressing into her, the contrast between her pale (certainly pink-tinged, after all she had been through that day) skin and Aali's darker flesh.

And–despite the ache, despite the humiliation associated with debasing herself in such a manner–Hermione could sob from relief. This was what she had needed. Even if she couldn't cum yet, Aali's cock pressing into her, the spike in arousal as she squeezed around him, the pleasurable ache as her body worked to fit the intrusion...even the way the device that she had so hated almost made Aali's cock thrum. All of it was something she had been missing, something her body had needed today, and impossibly, she could feel herself getting slicker, wetter as Aali stilled a few inches inside of her.

She'd thought that the Slytherin girls were whores, and...really, they were. But now, as she engaged in the same sort of scandalous behavior–it was, perhaps, a little easier to see why.
 
Warm, tight, soft, wet flesh surrounded Aali's cock. He could feel Hermione's almost too tight sex gripping him tightly. It pulled a grunt from deep within his chest. He'd expected her to be snug, tight, but this? His head had barely punctured her and already it felt as if she'd stretched to her limit. He could feel her body resisting his head. His hips rolled slightly, testing it, pushing and moving along inside her. His thick flesh parted hers, stretching, likely reshaping. He had to smile at that, knowing that he'd be able to reform this oh so delicate body to his liking.

More and more moisture gathered. Aali could feel it sliding down his cock. A quick glance confirmed: Hermione leaked, leaked more and more. Aali chuckled, knowing that he'd already gotten her just that much more cockhungry. "Look at you," he purred, his hands running along her sides. He pushed beneath her loosened shirt, dragging nails. "heaving and panting like a little whore," he leaned down to kiss her neck while his hips rolled again. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, the sheer pressure and enormity of everything likely causing it as much as anything else. "I think it's time we stop playing."

With that, he moved his hands down. he gripped Hermione's slender hips. Dark fingers dug into pale flesh as he held her. Muscles bunched while hips flexed. That thick cock pressed hard. Pressed harder. Strained against her interior. The thick rounded head seemed almost stuck, held up on her. The professor knew that he'd reached some level of resistance. But his patience had finally given way: he wanted to sheath himself.

So the man grunted and strained. his muscles flexed. Hips rolled. And he pushed. With one solid push, he felt something giving way within him. Practically shouting with glee, Aali pulled. His arms yanked down. His hips yanked up. And he thrust his cock within Hermione, fully intended to wholly and utterly sheath himself to the hilt inside her body, regardless of the sensations inside. And all the while he could feel the device thrumming, adding more, its magics warping the poor girl even as it granted more and more control unto the professor who held her tight.
 
Hermione reddened, opening her mouth to respond with outrage–but really, could she? She'd cast down judgement upon others for doing the same, even if morally, she knew that comparing Slytherin to Gryffindor was comparing apples to oranges. She gasped as he rolled his hips, her pulse thrumming in her throat, surely obvious as he leaned down to kiss her neck, almost tenderly, as though he hadn't just called her a whore. Hazily, it took her a second to parse what he said next, although she was still a little perplexed. Playing? Realization dawned upon her as he reached down to grasp her hips.

"W-wait," she said, hastily. As good as this felt, surely Aali could recognize that her body was nearly at its limit. "Don't–"

Whatever she was going to say dissolved into a gasp as Aali began to press hard, harder, as though stuck. "P-professor!" she squeaked, arching up. The device continued to confuse her, pleasure mixing with pain, the vibrations deeper, heavier as he tried to press further inside her, as though the device knew that it needed to distract her. Aali pushed forward, sinking in deeper in minute increments, and–

Aali pulled her down abruptly, as he thrust up, and Hermione cried out as Aali sheathed himself within her entirely within one motion. Stunned, and a little faint, she gasped for breath. She couldn't believe it–she'd seen how big he was, and she'd never felt so full, so stretched; she would certainly be a little sore in the morning. Hermione Granger certainly wasn't a virgin anymore, if that had ever been in question. She didn't have long to dwell on that; instead, the device intensified, making Hermione squeeze around Aali's cock instinctively, something that drew forth another gasp.

That didn't feel terrible. There was the ache, certainly, but–coupled with the device, there was something in how big Aali's cock that felt good. She bit her lip, squirming, unable to hold back another whimper as the device increased in its thrumming. "Fuck," she moaned, almost in disbelief. When was this going to stop? Every time she thought she'd reached the peak of her pleasure–it would take her to a higher peak, and then halt, just as she almost came.
 
Wait? No. Aali didn't even bother to say the words, simply letting his actions speak for him. They'd moved beyond words some time ago, hadn't they? Or, more accurately, he had. She still had to whimper, to beg, if she was ever to feel that true release. Aali was almost tempted to simply flick his wand now, release it, if only so he could feel that delicate teenage sex milking his cock with a ferocious orgasm. Given how many Hermione had essentially suppressed, her relative inexperience, her passion, why, she had to be about ready to completely and utterly explode. Aali could already feel her milking him, those wet walls clamping down hard. His cock surged forward, liquid already starting to leak from the tip, drizzling deep within the girl.

The thrumming grew louder, insistent, the loudest noise in the room, beyond their breaths. Aali shifted slightly. "Yes, fuck," he whispered. Then his hips rolled, just swaying for a bit, moving his cock along inside her. He almost seemed to be stirring Hermione's insides, as if mixing the feminine juices to form a proper potion. His hands moved slide under her, cupping her round butt. They played and prodded while shifting. Shifting to try angles as the cock twitched and spasmed.

Then Aali drew his body back. He pulled, feeling her sex going with him. His hands held her in place for a moment. Then they seemed to coax, rocking her, encouraging her. Then another sudden grip, fingers digging into ass cheeks. Just as suddenly his hips blurred. The cock slammed down within her. His hands left her hips, moving to grab onto her upper body, pushing her down. The professor smiled as he loomed over Hermione. His hips pulled up again, dragging. Then slam! Then up.... then slam! He moved constantly, clearly fucking hard, pushing her into the bed with steady strokes, building up a constant rhythm.

All the while his dark eyes bore into hers. Fire lit them, making their depths seem to almost dance. His expression had hardened into one of raw determination, one that only twitched slightly as his cock drew along her sensitive flesh. His upper torso tensed as he kept the girl pinned down, clearly fucking her, clearly taking her, clearly staking his claim with each hard thrust into her previously virgin sex.
 
Hermione moaned as Aali rolled his hips, tightening around him as he moved, the ache continuing to fade as her body became used to the intrusion. She gasped as Aali drew back, that sensation in particular unfamiliar, now that she had experienced what felt like ages of Aali pushing into her–and then, there was a sudden return to the familiar. Aali thrust into her abruptly and roughly, drawing a whimper from Hermione as he began to thrust into her steadily, again, and again, and again–

She would have been pushed back by the force of his thrusts, certainly, if it wasn't for his grip on her hips. Restless and heated, she reached up to tug at her shirt, another button popping off, catching one of her bra straps inadvertently so that it slipped down her shoulder. Hermione had never felt so much before, and it would be perfect if it wasn't for the device holding her back. She whimpered, tears pricking at her eyes, as it kept her on the edge of another climax, this time keeping her just before its peak, as opposed to allowing her to recover, again as though it knew how hard Aali was fucking her, how good it felt.

Frustrated, she hooked a leg around Aali's hip, arching up, trying her best to bring herself to orgasm to no avail. It wasn't fair. No matter what she did, no matter how much her pleasure mounted, nonetheless, she was kept from coming–and Aali could let her do so with just a word. There was no way she was going to last any longer without cumming, she couldn't–

"P-please!" she gasped, before she could stop herself. "Please, s-sir, please, I-I need to–please, can I cum–"
 
The girl's hips rolled back. Aali could feel her, feel her shoving herself further up onto him. Her body craved his cock, the primal need overwhelming thinking processes. He could almost see the emotions swirling in the girl's eyes. She knew that she was giving way, likely she blamed the device, but deep within she had to know better. This was her. This was her reacting to the cock within her. This was her giving in to her body.

A button popped, more flesh bared. Aali brought his hand up, pressing down upon one breast, reorienting himself to make sure to keep her entirely pinned. His hand gently squeezed the bra clad breast, feeling the warm girl beneath. Such confusion: the poor thing couldn't quite figure out what to do. Want warred with years of repression, with people telling her no. Aali locked eyes, saw the moisture gathering. His lips curled upward as he watched the tears beginning. The pleasure had to be exquisite at this point, reaching an all new level of unbearability. It made him thrust deeper and harder into her. He swore he could feel his cock battering against her womb, coaxing her insides to give way. He knew that the more stimulation, the more the device would hold back. Already her walls trembled, milked. His cock returned in kind, surging. More and more of his own precum drizzled forth to meet hers. Each thrust sent their mixture leaking out from around her sex, soaking the sheets beneat them.

Gasped cries finally came. Aali chuckled. "That's a good girl," he said, giving her breast another squeeze. "Beg for it," he thrust his hips again, driving all the way to his hilt. Then he began shifting, moving them. He dragged his hips up and down but clearly sought something out. The hand that had been holding her hip rotated. Fingers stretched, seeking a familiar hood. They parted. They found the clit, still teased, still bound by the device, and they began working and flicking it. Meanwhile his cock searched within. The head dragged along, flesh pulled against flesh. The man's brow furrowed.

He would find her g-spot. He would hear her begging become almost painful. He would watch as the realization of her sexual hunger hit this young woman fully, and then, and only then, would he release to feel her sex milking his cock in a glorious fashion.
 
Hermione gasped as she felt Aali press his hand to her breast, adding another sensation to what was already a confusing mix–so many different sorts of pleasure, so many new ways in which her body was being used. She was unable to restrain a needy whine as Aali thrust even harder, even deeper, the pain associated with the act overcome by the pleasure. She needed him deep, she needed him hard, and she even found herself arching back against his cock, squeezing it reflexively, it progress aided by how slick, how wet she was, the evidence of such dripping out onto the bed each time he drew back.

That's a good girl. Another, entirely different flush of pleasure, this time more mental than physical. Hermione had always loved being told how good she was–she had always been an overachiever. It certainly wouldn't make sense for her to avoid being an overachiever within this realm. Oversensitive, trembling with how badly she needed to come, she cried out as she felt Aali's fingers on her clit, teasing it, amping up her frustration despite the device attached to her. She arched up, the best she could given the cock buried deep inside of her.

She had barely heard Aali's command to beg, although even if she hadn't, that wouldn't matter much. She was compelled to do so quite organically. "Please!" she gasped desperately, squirming uncomfortably. Hermione needed to come. She hadn't wanted anything more badly in her life. "P-please, sir, it feels so good, please–I-I...I need to come, please make me come, I-I'll die if I don't–"

She could barely keep track of what she was saying, although to be fair, words were difficult with Aali's cock buried deep inside of her, his fingers teasing at her clit. She let out a shuddering sob, tears pricking at her eyes. The device would let her get so close, and then...and then...again, there was that block, that impasse. "Professor," she whimpered tearfully, her articulation once again escaping her she moaned, his cock hitting a new spot inside of her, again leaving her dripping.
 
So much liquid drained from this needy schoolgirl. Aali could see it pooling on the sheets beneath them, soaking through. He could feel it sluicing down his thrusting cock. He could hear it as he ran up and down her, sliding in and out of her quaking, quivering, needy little sex. The professor groaned himself at the sensation, watching as his protege arched her hips. His cock slid further into her, very nearly hilting within her. It was at that moment that Aali realized that he wanted precisely that.

The begging must come first. He heard the gasps. His eyes bore down upon her, light heating the dark gaze as he watched her squirm. He'd felt her need for some time, but now he heard it. More importantly: Hermione heard it. She'd said those words that so many sluts and needy girls had said before. Whimpered them out. Aali felt his cock surging just with those whimpering words, let along the squeezing he felt around his cock instead. His fingers flicked and teased, knowing that he'd put her on the edge of so very many orgasms now. How many had been stored up? What would that be like when the block lifted?

Another whimper, tears forming in those eyes. Aali still shifted, feeling that spongy spot. His cock began leaking; he heard those words, felt that spot. "I think it's time, Miss Granger," he said, and his hand went to his pocket. The wand appeared, waved, and the device fell off Hermione Granger's clit with an almost audible snap. At the exact same time, Aali arched back and shoved forward, his angle precise. His thick cock would push against her virginal walls. It would dive hard, looking to hilt completely within the young girl. He would not stop until his domed head hammered against her very womb. And the angle, the angle insured that the entire journey would run right along a little bit of spongy flesh located deep within her.

Aali Samara hilted his impressive cock inside previous virgin Hermione Granger and slid along her g-spot for the entire shove.
 
Hermione realized, hazily, that almost all of Aali's cock was inside of her–something truly remarkable, given how large it had seemed. It still seemed big, of course, just–good big. As he teased her, she arched up, her eyes slipping shut, her mouth open in an O, trying her best to subvert the device through sheer will alone...although that, of course, was impossible.

I think it's time, Miss Granger. Her eyes fluttered open, just in time to catch sight of Aali reaching for his wand, and with a flick, all of a sudden, the device slipped off. Before Hermione had much of a chance to process that, Aali thrust into her hard, shoving her back against the bed, his cock pushing further and further into her, sliding against that spot that made her own hips jerk up, until she could feel the whole thing inside of her to its very hilt, its head finally meeting solid resistance–

Everything went black, for just a moment. Not from pain, or magical interference. Instead, it was the sheer force of her orgasm, and she gasped, speechless at first as she came back to herself, before another wave hit her and she cried out, certainly loud enough to be heard outside of the room. She arched up, tensing around Aali's cock even further, her whole body trembling, her legs wrapped tightly around Aali's hips, her toes curling. Her entire, overworked body felt the force of her climax, muscles tensing, voice catching, sex dripping.

Wave after wave hit her, until they began to subside, and Hermione slumped back dizzily against the bed, unable to muster up the energy to think for once. She had never felt so...sated, so satisfied, as she panted, trying her best to catch her breath again. Her eyes slipped shut, and for a moment, she worried that she was going to pass out again, but she didn't–and that was preferable, as she was able to maintain her grasp on the sensation of Aali's cock inside of her, something that was satisfying despite her post-orgasm oversensitivity. Even the thought of not being filled as she was now was distasteful.
 
Finally, finally. Aali felt that moment of silence. he felt her sex quiver, clamping down on his twitching cock. Everything held in that moment, nothing moving or speaking. Then an eruption. Hermione's lips parted in a gasp. Aali found himself thrusting forward, pushing hard against her. his balls would smack against her taut rear as he fully sheathed herself. Interior walls trembled about his cock. Legs flew back to lock around him. in that moment, all semblance of schoolgirl Hermione melted in exchange of a lover.

Aali groaned as he felt her body undulating. her sex milked his cock with exquisite motions, trembling and pulling. The seed flew up, barely contained even before she'd started moving. Load upon load flew into the magical membrane that held it in place. Aali could feel it ballooning out, forming an almost ball inside the girl. Each spray felt so delightful shooting forth from him, causing him to groan as he felt the jets. First a solid spray, pulled out in that intense moment. Then more and more as she kept going, riding through her orgasm and milking Aali's cock all the while.

Stillness, at least in Aali's body, maintained for several long seconds while he felt her undulating, her insides working him in ways that only a tight teenager truly could. Then he started moving as he felt the waves continuing. He kept going, drawing out the waves, riding them like a strange surfer. More and more juices leaked out from around them, sopping the bed and their bodies. But Aali didn't slow: experience and magic of his own helped his hips to continue to move, to press her down, to rock against her.

Then they finished. She leaned back. He remained upright his arms locked even as he himself panted. He could see her breasts rising and falling, saw the post-orgasmic bliss in her eyes. "Quite lovely, isn't it, Miss Granger?" He said, running his hands along her body. He gathered some of her juices, smearing it around her body. "Not bad for our first time of the night," he looked down at her, lips curling in a smile. After all, soon Hermione would realize something that she couldn't very well note feel: Aali's cock had not softened. It remained as hard as ever. The thick meat still skewered the schoolgirl, and he'd most certainly came and came hard, but the cock was as hard as it had been upon entry.

And the man smiled as he ran his hands along his panting lover, his intent quite evident.
 
Hermione gasped, startled, as she felt something shift, inside of her, almost as though Aali's cock was expanding slightly. It took her a second to realize that it was the condom he wore, ballooning with the force of his seed as he came inside of her. For a few seconds, she was worried that it wouldn't hold, despite its magical capabilities, but thankfully, it did–and she was doubly thankful for thinking to ask him to use protection. Was it normal, to cum that much? Had he done so during their last encounter? She bit her lip, fidgeting as she felt the excess drip down her thighs, mixed with her own fluids.

And then...Aali had paused. Hermione took in a shuddering breath. After a few seconds, it became obvious that Aali was just as hard as he'd been before he had climaxed, and all of a sudden, his words sunk in, his intentions obvious. "F..first time?" she echoed dazedly, before alarm lent her semi-coherence. "Sir!" she gasped. "I-I only agreed to once!" Had she? She couldn't recall her exact wording, unfortunately, but surely Aali didn't envision spending all night with her. Being at the mercy of his mouth for several orgasms had been torturous (in the most pleasurable sense of the word) enough. Truthfully, it felt as though it was a miracle that the condom had held through one of his orgasms–he couldn't possibly anticipate more.

"Th-there's...a refractory period," she managed breathlessly, hastily. "I-I read about it–" She flushed. "I-I mean, not for you, just out of curiosity, you're...surely you can't again, that..." As though she were in class, and she could argue her way to a point. She couldn't possibly let him use her again, like this, even if...even if, now that she had come down from her orgasm, she could recognize, a little distantly, how good his thick cock felt inside of her, (she licked her lips) how tightly he had managed to fit all of it inside of her, how wet and slick she was, how going once more wouldn't be the worst thing in the word if it meant that she could cum again–

What was she thinking? She shook her head, scattering her thoughts. "...that d-doesn't make any sense," she finished.
 
the professor continued to look down at his student, his gaze hungry, lustful. She kept breathing the deep breaths of the post-orgasmic, her mind clearly spinning, trying to grasp the situation. Those eyes widened as realization started to creep in, her gasped protests widening Aali's smile with each one. A refractory period, technically, yes, but she really should have considered magic. Wizards had dealt with the "refractory period" years ago. true, it sometimes took alterations, but Aali had been training and dealing with such things for years now. it had only taken a little more preparation to be ready for tonight.

And the girl wanted it: Aali could see that, could feel it. Her sex squeezed his still hard cock as if in appreciation, or so it felt, and that look that crossed her face for a moment. Miss Granger was getting more and more cockhungry with each encounter, as Aali had planned. Her path to debauchery offered so many possibilities, and she was starting to realize them. However, it was time to start disabusing her of certain illusions.

"Did you honestly think that anyone who finally got you to bed would stop at once?" he asked, his brows raised. "You're supposed to be a smart girl, Hermione," he reached down to caress her with one hand, while the other massaged just above where their sexes joined. "You should've realized that magic can do oh so wonderful things. One look at my cock and you should've been thinking: it's rather large. Surely he's dealt with an engorgement charm. I heard about how you managed to convince Madame Pomfrey to fix your teeth. What made you think that someone wouldn't do the same with a similar bit of anatomy?"

he chuckled, bringing both hands down to her hips. They rolled down her slender body. "I intend to fuck you till walking is an issue, until you cum so hard that even your mind had problems thinking of clever things to say," he pulled her, lifting her off the bed for a moment. "My cock is going to permanently stretch out your tight little pussy, Miss Granger, and you have no choice but to brace yourself," he turned her then, practically spinning her, wanting to push her face into the bed. His hand came up to push her down, to force her into an even more subservient position. "I suggest you start bracing now," he said, as a hand started raising her, clearly getting her into a position that indicated quite a hard rutting was ahead.
 
"But–" Hermione began to protest, before the rest dissolved into a moan as she felt Aali caress her, just above where his cock fit inside of her. Of course, she'd noted that Aali's cock was large–but really, it wasn't like she had anything to compare it to. She'd certainly never seen one before. She'd certainly never been interested in such things before, and yet here she was, with one inside of her. She shivered as he slid his hands down her body before they came to rest at her hips, the gesture pulling her down just slightly further than she had been before. She'd just reached her climax, but already, she could feel her libido stirring again, just a little bit–had he cast some sort of charm on her?

Deep down, she knew that wasn't true, at least in the literal sense. The truth was, the concept of having to go without Aali's cock in the days to come was far more unsettling than the prospect of having to endure several rounds of his attentions that evening. Worst case scenario, she could pretend to be sick the next day, right? She'd never done it before, but–maybe she would have the chance to earn some more points as they continued their progress, and–

He lifted her off of the bed, just for a moment, and she blinked, startled, although she had little time to protest as Aali re-arranged her, turning her over and pressing her face into the mattress, muffling her gasp. This position was more humilating–more animalistic–than the last, certainly, and it even allowed his cock to slide a tiny bit further inside of her, drawing a groan from Hermione. She'd never felt so full before, and as much as she would have liked to imagine that Aali was just trying to intimidate her as he described how he intended to permanently stretch her, it certainly felt as though his words had some truth in them.

I suggest you start bracing yourself now. Hermione flushed, her fists tightening on the sheets instinctively. Face-to-face sex was one thing–being pushed down against the bed, face pressed into the mattress, was another. And the condom, magical or not–would it last more than one round? It had felt as though it barely made it through the first. And apparently he was going to fuck her even harder this time–if such a thing was possible. He was likely bluffing, she thought weakly, trying to ignore the fact that she had tightened just slightly around him at the prospect, a little bit of her own wetness dripping down her inner thighs. "Sir," she began, flustered. "W-wait–"
 
The protests dissolved into gasps, as Aali had expected. This sweet girl was becoming more and more his: his cock hardened just thinking about it, his lips curling a little further upright. This sweet little thing, panting, gasping, clearly out of her league and just beginning to realize as much. Just seeing her startled reactions at being handled. She'd understand; she'd understand as he loomed over her, leaning a little further in, letting her realize just how much larger than she he happened to be. The new position allowed him to sink his cock further into the girl as well. He could feel the newer areas squeezing hard upon him. More moisture leaked, and he shifted a hand to start gathering it up, swirling about the girl's nether reactions.

Fists gripped sheets, and Aali's cock hardened again, surging a little further. His eyes went to those hands, seeing the fabric bundled up within them, and it took all he had not to moan with pleasure. His words fell onto that girl, and she clearly received them. Her interior gripped all the tighter, and his cock responded in kind, pushing back just a little further.

"No more waiting," he said. His hands roamed her body, both caressing and searching. "I thought I made that clear," his voice broked no argument, but he was careful not to sound cruel or too harsh. The goal was for Hermione to realize her position, to give into her body's natural urges, not to completely break the girl. Reshape her, yes. And that would take some breaking... quite literally in a few cases. But he didn't want a shivering, trembling, lump of flesh.

"You're ready for it, dripping for it, actually," he said, rolling his hips slightly, not quite thrusting so much as stirring. "You can feel it," one hand went between Hermione's legs, rubbing at her area. He gathered more juices and smeared them along her body, fingerpainting with the leavings of her arousal. "Now, one last warning: brace," he moved to push her front down, gentle, but firm, and his other hand went to her hips. His own started rolling, before pulling back, obviously beginning to thrust into her yet again. Thrust in, and down. He planned to literally fuck her into the bed, and she would lay there and take it.
 
Hermione gasped, open-mouthed, her moan muffled into the bedding underneath her as Aali's cock pushed a little further inside of her. She tightened around it instinctively, jumping, a little startled, as she felt his hands against her body. Every touch of his was electric, almost, and she wondered hazily whether or not he had been aided by magic. Surely this didn't come just from experience. If so, had Hermione the presence of mind to do so, she would have prided herself upon her choice in partners–or, benefactors, if that was the more proper term.

She whimpered at the sensation of Aali's hand between her legs, pressing her thighs together instinctively. She arched up against the sensation, more than aware of the sensation of his cock sinking back as she returned to her previous position–although every single part of her felt sensitive, from where she could just barely feel Aali at her back to her more sensitive areas, it was almost as though she still had the device attached to her clit. Her sex was soaked, swollen, flushed red from arousal, and the slightest touch of Aali's hand made her draw in a breath sharply, squirming.

No more waiting. It was impossible, at this point; Hermione wasn't a virgin anymore. Even if she certainly wasn't a slut like those Slytherin girls (this was, of course, a sacrifice for the greater good), she wasn't the same Hermione that she had been just days previously. Hermione, at the very least, had the sense to recognize that.

The intellectual side of her remained, of course, and it was that side of her that recognized the humiliation in this; how Aali pushed her front down, one hand steadily gripping her hips. He wasn't having sex with her–he was fucking her. She gripped the sheets a little tighter, spreading her legs a little further, bracing as directed, albeit out of instinct more than anything, as he began to thrust into her, pushing her into the bed. Making her take it. She panted against the bedding, turning her face to the side, biting her lip to muffle a moan as he thrust into her again. "Professor," she whimpered dazedly, her voice muffled, although she wasn't quite able to finish the sentence–something about how terribly undignified this position was, probably. As she was, her focus shifted to the gathering heat between her legs, the tension that began to increase as Aali thrust inside of her. She was a little sore, certainly overstimulated, but–more of this, and she would come again, she realized helplessly.
 
Aali could hear her whimpering, feel her body reacting to all his ministrations. He'd been training her oh so carefully, putting her into this state where the protests and words became muffled preludes to the cries of ecstasy. To know that he'd turned intelligent, beautiful, brave Hermione Granger into this moaning girl sent another surge of arousal into Aali's already thick member. It stretched within her, pushing against interior walls. He kept sliding it, gliding back, gliding forward.

She braced. Aali saw those hands, the legs, and he felt his cock surge again. yes, he had her now. He thrust again, a little harder, making the bed bounce with their bodies. Words whimpered out of the dazed girl's mouth. Maybe that sharp mind wanted to mount a protest, to point out that this was embarrassing, possibly even humiliating. Maybe she wanted to insist that they slow down, stop, shift, do something, anything. But all she did was moan his title, and all that did was increase his desire once more.

So Aali gripped the slender English girl's hips. He shifted forward, looming over her. His hips began moving, pushing, shoving. Thrust in, down, push against the bed. He moved like a piston warming up: constant in his direction and force while gradually increasing speed. Thrust in....down...push against the bed...draw up. He continued moving, gathering more and more speed. His hands clenched her hips more tightly, fingers nearly digging into the soft flesh as he picked up more and more speed. Soon his hips would be blurring, the fleshy sound of his hips slapping against her rear loud enough to have drawn attention without magical barriers. Aali could feel the exertion pulling sweat on him, the moisture gathering upon his dusky skin and sliding down his brow. His fingers shifted slightly, teasing along Hermione's hips, wanting to feel them undulating and moving with each of his own thrusts.

Internally he could feel his cock hammering within her, jutting deep. Their new position meant new territory to fuck, to hammer, and Aali drove toward it with a purpose. His surging cock hammered deeper and deeper within, pushing aside trembling young walls. He wanted to feel those last interior barriers, to hammer against those and reshape her entire sex to fit his impressive cock. That mental desire added more ferocity to him, drawing a groan from the normally composed professor as his hips rocked all the more furiously.
 
Hermione bit her lip, wriggling her hips a little to ease her professor's path as he paused; even as she waited, a little tense with anticipation, that slight movement allowed his cock to slide a little further inside of her, despite the tight fit, and she moaned against the sheets, her grip on them white-knuckled as she braced herself as she'd been ordered to. Later, she would have time to analyze this encounter (or, more likely, time to rationalize all of this), but for now, her mind was otherwise preoccupied. All that she could do was feel.

She could feel his hands gripping her hips, then, suddenly more tightly. Would she have bruises there, the next day, lingering there underneath her skirt? Evidence, of their encounter, although she wouldn't need that to remind her that this had occurred–the previously virginal Hermione Granger had been thoroughly deflowered, and it would be borderline impossible to forget that much save for an Obliviate.

And then, he began to thrust again. Hermione whimpered, startled at first by the force of his thrusts, her voice catching. At first, his thrusts were slow and purposeful, pushing her hard against the mattress. That gave Hermione a second to recover, between thrusts, to adjust her grip, or her positioning. Soon enough, however, Hermione realized that he was picking up the pace; unfortunately, she was in hardly any state to tell him to slow down. Instead, she pressed her face to the sheets, stifling a moan as he gripped her hips more tightly, arching back a little as he pulled back each time.

Despite what she knew of the reason behind their coupling–the noble cause–it was hard not to feel debased. Hermione Granger, facedown on her professor's mattress as he mounted her, Hermione arched up for easier access. And, impossibly, she could feel him further and further inside her sex, as he continued to thrust into her, picking up speed, his pace rough and demanding. Would she be able to sit, tomorrow, without wincing? Surely, he had to be right up against her cervix, right now–she could never have imagine that she would feel so full before. It was a good thing she'd had the sense to ask him to use protection.

And with all of this, inexplicably, came arousal. She could feel herself dripping, down her thighs, even leaving the sheets a little bit damp underneath her, at her knees. Despite her earlier climax, she felt her pleasure mounting as he hammered within her, now each whimper of frustration drawn as he pulled back; without thinking, she arched back, desperate to have him inside of her. "P-professor," she whined, unable to form much beyond that. "I-I'm..." She was going to come again, soon, at this rate.
 
Another deep, guttural grunt escaped Aali's throat as he hammered against the ripe English-girl on his bed. Yet again he felt that beast within, that beast that often dwelt inside all men, rumbling its happiness at the sight. To take a girl such as Hermione Granger: intelligent, beautiful in a subtle way, and to debase her, to shove her face into a bed and make her scream for joy, to feel her dripping about his swollen member, her juices slicking her thighs, to feel that interior squeeze as her body memorized his details. The man had done the like before, most assuredly, but he would remember this for the rest of his existence, the memory etched onto his body and mind, the sort that would bring a smile to him even in his dotage.

The girl whined and undulated. Aali leaned forward, pressed against her shoulders, forcing her upper half to remain pressed against the bed. There would be no rising: she would not be allowed to regain any semblance of control. She may arch against him; he thoroughly enjoyed that, if only for the depth it allowed his cock to plumb, but he would not have her pulling up. Not yet. Their next time, soon, he would pull a fistful of those curls and yank her upright, perhaps conjuring a mirror and making her examine her own body. But now...

"Yes," he said, his voice deep and rumbling. "You're going to cum. No, not just cum: you're going to scream. Your body will quiver as pleasure again ignites your nerve endings and insists upon its right to your young body," he leaned forward, pressing his lips against her ear for a moment, nibbling before he released, speaking the hot words into her head directly. "You can feel it giving way, can't you? You're a fast learner, and now your body's learning all the pleasures. Your mind will never forget this, Miss Granger. And yet you know it's going to get so much worse," he nipped hear ear again, only to whisper: "Accelerando," his wand had appeared in his hand, likely through something like prestidigitation. Sometimes the Muggle arts helped ever so much. The spell hit his body, and he trembled, knowing the potential drawbacks of such magic. Still, he smiled, also knowing that Hermione would recognize it for what it was:

an enhanced speed spell.

If she'd thought Aali's hips had moved quickly before, Hermione would be shocked now. The foreign wizard kept her pinned down with his upper body, while his hips blurred at inhuman speeds. The friction alone would be incredible, let alone the sensation of a cock thrusting, thrusting at speeds that would make a hummingbird envious. Aali could feel his cock surging, knew he couldn't even pause to warn: his orgasm hit him at the same accelerated rate, blowing through his body. This did not slow his hips: if anything, it simply meant that Hermione would feel a shudder as the blast hit magical protection at full force, the hips seeming not to slow a whit in their frenzied movements.
 
Hermione's grip on the sheets kept slipping. She panted, her face to the side, pressed to the bed; she had long since given up on keeping herself upright, and even if she had made an effort, Aali bearing down on her kept her firmly in place. There was no question as to who was in control of this encounter. And despite the rough treatment that she had been subjected to, despite the size of Aali's cock, it still felt like a tight fit, sliding in and out of her sex just so, leaving her gasping. Sitting would be uncomfortable the next day...certainly moreso in Aali's class, having to pretend that none of this had happened.

She had no idea how she was going to concentrate on the lesson. She couldn't concentrate now, certainly, being fucked like this, all of her mental energy focused on how good he felt inside of her, how slick she was, the heat between her legs. The way the bed rocked with the force of his thrusts, her bitten-off whimpers obscenely loud as they echoed through the room, even muffled as they were with her face pressed into the mattress.

You're going to come. She could barely focus on what he said beyond that, just the low hum of his voice–she could practically feel it, in her body, in her sex. His lips against her ear was almost too intense of a sensation, then, and as he nipped at it, she tightened around his cock instinctively, gasping. With each thrust, her pleasure spiked, higher and higher each time, but frustratingly enough, as worn-out as she was, it hit a plateau. She needed something else–something more. She whimpered frustratedly, tears pricking at her eyes–and they widened, as she recognized the last thing he'd whispered in her ear. An enhanced speed spell.

"N-no," she managed. "I-I can't bear–"

I can't bear it, she'd intended to say, and that much was true; there was already so much, the thought of more made her want to pass out. She wasn't able to finish her sentence, however, before the effects of the spell hit Aali's body, and Hermione was subjected to the hardest fuck that she'd experienced yet. She was pressed to the bed with even more force, then, barely able to moan as Aali thrust in and out of her with an intensity that left her dazed and breathless, entirely incapable of thought, just feeling. The ache in her sex, the slickness between her thighs, the building heat between her legs, the ache of arousal mounting, and mounting, and mounting. "P-professor," she managed dazedly. She was almost there. Almost. Another thrust, and another, and– "Professor!" she cried as her orgasm hit her, hard, her sex tightening down on his cock as wave after wave coursed through her body. Wide-eyed and dazed, she could do little else but bear it, every sense that she had overloaded with pleasure. She couldn't think; she could barely focus enough to breathe, in shuddering gasps, as she came.
 
Watching the beautiful student writhing before him would've sent Aali into a further spasm of joy and ecstasy even had he not been pistoning into her body with more force and speed than should be possible. He could feel the slick channel of her sex trembling, her body reacting to the constant assault upon her senses. That sudden, gasped word, a half-moaned worry, leaked into Aali's ears. He nearly covered her mouth, nearly wanted to smother the protests. Except that he knew his thrusting hips would literally drive the lesson home into her body. He would prove most physically that yes, Hermione could take such a sexual pummeling... and enjoy it quite thoroughly.

More and more moisture gathered and spat around Aali. His sheer movement kept pulling it from the girl, droplets and bits simply splattering against them due to raw force. A few bits of his own cum leaked from the protection as well, but his spell and the device would hold enough there. Even as he felt her sex spasming, milking his cock as if to beg for his seed to fertilize her all too ready womb. Aali groaned further as he felt it, the trembling from the girl rocketing back into him. Given that they'd just both cum hard, given that they'd both cum fairly recently, that should have been it. They should have collapsed.

Fortunately, magic didn't work that way. Aali leaned forward, pulling at Hermione's legs, lifting them up slightly to reangle. his hips kept moving, never slowed, slid over the wet channel that kept quivering. The motions continued with great force, the cock remaining as hard as a wand within her. If anything, Aali seemed to swell further, as if raw friction forced him to rise. The wizard mumbled a slight lubrication spell under his breath, knowing that they'd need it. For they were nearly sending curls of steam rising from their groins as it was, the sheer heat from Aali's thrusting hips working even the natural fluids into their next state.

Hermione would feel the sudden burst of gel-like liquid filling her as the spell took effect. It helped with the friction, turning the heat from unbearable to likely something like wonderful. It certainly made the cock glide all the more, even as Aali kept pulling, aiming for a new area as he thundered down, determined to all but pummel another orgasm out of his willing young student.
 
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