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The Bet (Potter and Darkest)

"Maybe a bit," she admitted, her voice low. His mention of her being adorable had her eyes flashing. He seemed to take that as a signal to start kissing again: not that Hermione objected. He apparently had some talent in that, or the potion was working over time. Her tongue twirled and moved with his as he kept going. She could feel him almost sucking her breath, and part of her just fell into the kiss. Wanted to keep going.

Lacing fell. Hermione could feel the robes loosening at first. A gentle touch slid them from her shoulders, baring the pale skin there first. As the robe slithered, it bared the trembling girl beneath. Gryffindor lingerie enhanced Hermione's slight, trembling form. A strapless red and gold bra covered her breasts. Already a slight bulge showed just where pink nipples had been drawn into painful points. The slight bit of cleavage showed around the edges of the silken material. A Gryffindor seal locked it in place in the center. From there, fine white skin, thin, trailed down to her hips. Low-slung, daring Gryffindor colored panties covered her there. Hip bones showed just above, where deep golden thread entwined and just barely suggested cover. Lace frills showed, forming almost shelving along her bottom: not a thong, but cupping the firm globes. Garters connected deep red silken stockings, drawing the whole piece together. Only a glance would show that the dark red center of her panties was perhaps a shade or two darker than it should be.

"I thought you weren't ready for the main event yet?" asked Hermione, slightly teasing, looking up at him. She could feel a flush, her pulse quickening. This whole thing, the potion, it all swirled and bubbled within her, making her feel almost lightheaded.
 
Hermione was a Gryffindor girl through and through it seemed. Her lingerie suited her perfectly though, it accented her natural beauty and curves, showing off what she had without turning it into flaunting or being slutty. He could feel his cock hardened even more in his trousers, his large bulge now clearly visible to Hermione even with the distance between them. His eyes took in her whole form, admiring her cleavage and her smooth stomach, the cute dip in her bellybutton down to her panties. He could see that a certain part of her panties were a different shade than the rest and he chuckled.

"Twirl for me...I want to see all of you, that cute little ass of yours included." He commanded her, wanting to admire her body more. He had groped her ass after all, now we wanted to see her bare and lovely rear. Once she did, he approached her again, gripping her shoulder and pinning her back against a near by wall.

"Oh no....I'm not even close to ready for the main event...I still have a lot of exploring I want to do...."His gruff voice invaded her ear, his lips on her neck once more, but soon he was kissing his way down her neck and towards her chest. He gently gripped the bottom of her lovely bra and pushed it up just enough to reveal her lovely mounds for him, her hard, perky and rosy nipples visible to him. His mouth wasted no time, latching on to one of her mounds and sucking. His tongue swirling around her nub as he sucked like a babe trying to draw milk.

Meanwhile, his other hand had slithered up her inner thigh and towards her crotch. His fingers brushed against her labia and clitoris hidden beneath the fabric of her panties before he reached waistband for her panties. His hand venture beyond it and into her the piece of clothing, his fingers finding and brushing against her wet pussy and he removed his mouth from her breast to chuckle.

"You are so wet, Hermione...how excited are you to finally get fucked?" He teased, his fingers rubbing and stroking her lower lips before seeking out her clitoris. Then his digits began to rapidly rub her clitoris before tugging on it gently. He had read that clitoris stimulation was one of the best ways to please a girl.
 
Twirl? Hermione almost giggled, raising her hands. She did an almost graceful spin, showing off that pert ass, cupped by lacy fabric. No sooner had she done so when she felt herself pinned, pushed. She looked up at him, gasping slightly. Hot breath puffed against her neck. "Michael..." she breathed, not quite believing what was happening to her. This... this felt like something out of a seedy romance novel. Hermione had read one or two of those, even tried copying motions once. Just hearing the descriptions, trembling girlflesh pressed against hard male, had been something.

Now? Now Hermione felt lips closing against her neck. he rolled, baring, dropping a guard long enough for the bra to shift. A gasp as cold air hit breasts. "Michael!" she protested, reddening. Pink nipples stiffened to the air, forming bullets. No, not bullets: targets. Heat wrapped about them as Hermione cried out, body undulating once.

"What are you--" she tried, but was cut off. More fingers. They glided against her. She gasped, brown eyes widening, hips jerking. She could see the bulge in her panties: his hand, teasing, moving against her sex. Moisture drizzled against his fingers, coaxed by potion and touch. Hermione couldn't believe it: she felt like she was melting. Like everything within her had started drizzling down to heat, collected upon him.

Chill hit her nipple. "i'm--not--" she protested, shaking her head. A sharp squeal as she felt his fingers teasing her. "Ahaa, "she jerked. A tug, a rub, and Hermione bit her lip. She let out a throaty groan, her entire body shivering with new sensation. She probably would've cum from having her clitoris stroked normally. The raw sensation was unlike anything she'd experienced, after all. That burst of pleasure might have done it on its own.

With potion running through her? Hermione all but exploded. Juices coated fingers, soaked borrowed panties through. Hermione's hips bucked as she rode him. Muscles gave out: she'd pool entirely to the floor if he didn't catch him. Just a fucking touch, barely a grace. That potion, this instance, everything it just... it just overwhelmed.
 
Herminone's breathy voice and moans only drove Michael onward to pleasure her more. Just as he was getting ready to resume sucking her breast though, something unexpected happened. She let out a groan followed by a loud moan as he felt the hand inside her panties become completely and totally soaked with her juices. He felt her legs give out as her hips bucked against his hand. He wrapped an arm around her, letting her fall forward into his chest as he kept stroking her pussy and clitoris, encouraging her to ride out her climax as long as she could.

"My, my...you are quite the sensitive girl, aren't you? You soaked my hand because you are so naughty." He teased her, gently stroking her quivering and soaked pussy lips one final time before withdrawing his hand. His fingers were dripping with her juices and he lifted them up to show her just how wet they were. He picked her up once she was done seeing his fingers and carried her to the bed. He tossed her down so she was laying on her back.

He undid his trousers now, taking them off as well as his boxers to reveal his massive cock. It was throbbing, in need of his attention and veiny. His bulbous tip seemed ready for action, oozing with pre-cum as he let Hermione take a good, long look at the cock that was getting ready to take her virginity. "So, Hermione....how about you beg for it now....beg like a good girl to have your virginity taken...." He licked his lips as he started to rub his cock against her pussy, his tip pressing up against her clitoris as it seemed like his dominant side was now fully emergent.
 
He kept going, lengthening the pleasure. Hermione felt it seizing her, locking then melting muscles, dropping her into his arms. Naughty? She was... she was drugged, right? And caught up in--oh God, she could see his fingers glistening. Hermione let out a light laugh at that. Well, he'd said he wanted to get her pleasure from this. Oh God, they were just starting, weren't they? Her eyes widened at that realization. She felt his arms moving, picking her up. Hands slid about his neck in reflex.

Then Hermione was bouncing on a bed. She didn't quite have the strength to sit up, but she could look up. A giant, oversized, way too big to be allowed cock bounded free. "Merlin's beard!" she cursed, hand flying to her mouth. Her gaze remained locked on it, seeing it bounce with each pulse and throb. Something already drizzled, and Hermione had the obscene desire to taste it. She barely heard his command, didn't seem to realize what was happening until she felt him moving.

At least she still had her panties, if just .The wet fabric smeared her own juices around her sex. She could feel it ruffling the thin thatch of hair she'd left down there: apparently there were spells to shave. She could feel his thick member pressing against her, jutting against that little button. Each press released more desire, the spark of nerves seeping into Hermione's core. she felt her hips roll against him, smearing his cock with fluid.

"Good girls--don't beg," she all but gasped, looking up at him. Her eyes already had the lidded look of desire. Those brown curls had fanned out around her head, spreading against the sheets. Her chest quivered, tiny nipples amid girlish breasts jiggling enticingly. Her eyes flicked to his member, then up at him. 'Did you decide you're ready for the main event now?" she asked. Her legs drew together, fabric and flesh running against his hard cock. It felt too big, though at least Hermione didn't have the stupid, virginal cries of "it won't fit." Babies came from that hole: a cock could go inside. As wet as Hermione was, it probably wouldn't even hurt: her hymen had been busted by brooms a while back, like probably 90% of Hogwarts girls. Still, it was the whole... event of it. Plus she kept wanting to throw his words back. She'd been the one to just want to treat this like business, after all.
 
Michael had enjoyed the sensation of having Hermione's arms wrapped around his neck. Something about this whole thing...just felt right to him. Sure they were doing it for money and Hermione had taken an aphrodisiac...but was feeling a real sense of affection coming from her...and he knew he had affection for her, though maybe and he figured most likely, it was the drug at work. When his cock was revealed, her heard exclamation and grinned.

"Like what you see." He teased her again with a playful wink...he saw that look in her...she wanted it. He figured maybe he could make use of her mouth after the first 'main event' he had a feeling that just one round might not be enough to fully satisfy either of them. As he began to press his cock up against her fabric covered cunt, he looked down at her again, their lust filled eyes locking as she began to tease him back. He grinned slightly as he licked his lips.

"Well....I think I'm going to put off the main event for now...until I make you realize you aren't the good girl you think you are..." His gruff voice was back; the sight of her hair splayed out on the bed and the look in her eyes really drove his desire to just shove it in..but he had to make her want it even more. He wanted to hear her beg for it, for her to plead for it. His tongue was soon upon her body once more slithering down the valley of her stomach towards her soaked crotch.

Soon his face was buried between her thighs, his hands gripping her soaked panties and pulled them down to hang around her right ankle. Her shimmering and glistening womanhood was before him and he licked her lips before pressing his upper lips against her lower ones. It was like an obscene kiss as his tongue emerged to lick her labia, his nose buried in patch of her hair, taking in her womanly scent as he licked up her juices, his tongue moving to press against her clitoris. If his finger had caused that first geyser...he was eager to see what his tongue and mouth could do to her.
 
"You'll be waiting quite a long time," insisted Hermione. Her eyes remained locked on him, slightly curious now. What precisely was his goal here? He could just take her; he should just take her. She was wet enough. He'd glide into her, thrust a few times, spend himself, and they'd be done. That was how it went; Hermione had heard the tale time and time again.

Instead his mouth returned to her body. Hermione let out a sharp cry, her body arching up to meet him. Wet slid down her undulating abdomen, curling near her crotch. Thighs trembled, trying to lock, only to find themselves parting before his questing head. "What are you--you can't be--" she said, now levering herself up, staring down, eyes wide. His mouth hovered, lips licked.

"Michael! You really don't--God!' she snapped the last word, her head snapping back. Her hips shot forward without her will, jerking against him. Wet warmth spread along her already quivering sex. Everything below her waist felt aflame: she half expected to see curls of steam rising from within him. The wet sounded in her ears, forcing her cheeks to flame. That wet wasn't just his lashing tongue: her sex provided quite a bit, if not the majority. She could feel it leaking from her body, sliding into his mouth, rewarding his efforts.

Hermione didn't know what to do. Her legs spread at first, nearly spreadeagle against the bed. They rose, seeming to try and allow access. Then hooked, stocking clad heels digging into his shoulders. The hands were just as clueless, gripping sheet, gripping him, flailing.

"Michael!" she gasped again, tapping his head. "You--we--" this was not what she expected at all. Her lower half danced, writhing, gyrating, and she couldn't stop it. Worse, she didn't want to stop. Every lash of his tongue felt electric, jerking her head toward him. Her legs curled against him. A hand took his head. This felt... felt wonderful.
 
Hermione's words and actions spurred him on, he wanted to make her feel overwhelming pleasure, to make her first time unforgettable and to make himself unforgettable, and most of all, he did want to hear her beg. So he would pleasure her, lick her, kiss her, do whatever it took to bring her to that point, and it wasn't like he wasn't enjoying himself either.

Her pussy was rewarding him greatly for his efforts, leaking like broken pipe, her juices flowing freely into his mouth for him to drink. He didn't have a means to respond to her words or gestures, he didn't want to removed his lips from her bottom half for a single moment. His mouth engulfed her clitoris, his tongue swirling around and batting the sensitive nub back and forth before it ventured towards her entrance again.

His lips were pressed fully against her, and now, his tongue was starting to wiggle it's way inside her womanhood. His flexible appendage wiggled back and forth between her inner was as he pushed it in and out of her to the best of his abilities as he sucked up her juices. As he did this, his fingers moved to keep her clitoris occupied, rapidly rubbing the nub back and forth with some degree of skill before he tugged on it gently. The feeling of her hand on her head, pushing his lips even more firmly against her pussy and her heels on his shoulders only served to increase the intensity of his actions as he seemed to devote himself to pleasing her, despite his own throbbing and rock hard erection.
 
How did he know how to do this so well? Hermione could feel his tongue and mouth exploring her. He worked her sex like a master, flicking tender spots, finding new ones. The clit was evident: aroused, a button to continually push. Each gyration on that drew more liquid, more yelps, hip bucks, constant motions. But his questing tongue found her inner walls, teased and prodded and drew more of her out onto him. She told herself the potion had made her this sensitive, had made every fibre of her sex feel alive.

"Cum--" she hissed, clenching hard against him. Fingers curled tight. Heels dug. "Cumming!" she shouted. "oh, God, Michael, I'm, I'm, I'm--" she could feel the wave cresting, roaring up within her. It jerked her hips up, lifted her bottom from the bed. Her sex nearly smothered his mouth, while her hips dug him in place. Hermione let out a sharp cry, her body jerking up once harshly, once, twice.

She could feel it overtaking her yet again, almost painful in its eclipse, ready to reward his efforts with yet more pleasure. How many minutes? How could she be cumming again, so hard, so quickly? "Oh goooood," she whined as she felt it starting to seize full hold, locking muscles.
 
Michael was learning as he went, but he seemed to be a quick learner. He took note of her sensitive spots for later time as his tongue gyrated inside her, his fingers working pleasurable magic with her clitoris. He didn't pause when he heard her gasp or felt her fingers or heels dig into him; if anything, he picked up the pace and began to rub her clitoris faster and push his tongue into her even quicker as well.

He was rewarded, Hermione's lithe body jerking up as his mouth was coated with a fresh spray of her juices. As before, he didn't stop as soon as she started climaxing, instead he pulled his tongue out and rabidly licked up her labia, taking in all of the love juices from her that he could, his tongue brushing up and down against her quivering pussy lips, his fingers continuing to tug on her clitoris. Once it was clear she had ridden her high out, he pulled away and licked his lips and fingers, looking down on Hermione with a lustful gaze, his cock visible to her again as he teasingly rubbed the throbbing rod up against her still quivering pussy.

"Ready to beg yet?" He teased her with a gruff chuckle before pressing his lips roughly against her own, forcing his tongue into her mouth so she could get a good taste of herself while his hand traveled up and cupped one of her breasts, squeezing the mound and molding her flesh beneath his digits as his tip pressed against her clitoris.
 
Another extended climax. Muscles locked, Hermione's heels digging into him. Her sex covered, nearly spurted against him as her body wrung itself out with pleasure. Everything held still with a great burst, pleasure surging into her. When she stopped, Hermione collapsed, panting, onto the bed. Sweat had started to bead against her pale skin. Finely done hair now stuck to her face, a strand catching her wet lips.

It parted as lips seized hers. Hermione didn't fight, made only the vague effort to kiss back. She could feel his tongue entering, and she let it, drawing her own. A squeal rose from her as his hands once more returned to her breasts, something hard, heavy, thick, slapping against her sex. Her head spun as she kissed, her hips rolling for a moment again. They gyrated, smearing a little of her juices upon him.

Hermione still managed to pull away. Breathless, eyes dancing, she still smirked up at him. "Nope," she breathed, shifting. "If you want me, I'm afraid you're just going to have to take me," she replied, before rolling her hips slightly. Her body still sang, but it felt drugged, a little heavier than before. Her interior quaked, to be sure, but it didn't quite quake with need, with want. In point of fact, she very nearly felt... no, she could feel a hollowness within her. It crawled and whispered though, not shouting to be fulfilled.
 
Hermione seemed to enjoy her breast being squeezed so he gave it another as his fingers then moved to her nipple as her rubbed that nub around in a similar manner to how he rubbed her clitoris before tugging on the nub. When the kiss broke, he looked down on her. Her smile....even when breathless and ravished, still look soon stunning. He felt himself blush as he nodded his head. Her hand on her breast moved up to cup her cheek as his other hand moved to grasp her hand, interlocking their fingers as he started into her eyes, the tip of his cock now prodding at her entrance.

"I think I'm in love with you, you know that?" Michael softly admitted before grinning as he pushed his cock into her virgin womanhood. He couldn't give her time to process what he had just said, it came out in the spur of the moment and he knew it might ruin everything up that the point. He moaned loudly as he felt her virgin tight walls clamping down almost violently around his massive cock. It felt like her pussy was trying to strangle his cock as his girth tried to stretch her out. He hadn't bothered putting on a condom, she hadn't seemed to care and neither did he. Thus pure sensation of his meaty rod gliding against her moist inner walls made him moan loudly.

"You....feel amazing, Hermione...are you alright?" He asked, looking back into her eyes after his impromptu confession. He wasn't sure if the pleasure would be enough to mask the pain of losing her virgin or if she was still processing what he had just said. So he waited, about a quarter of his length sheathed inside her.
 
Hands locked her fingers, and she felt herself smiling. She'd won their little game, hadn't she? Not begged, made him simply take it. Her smile turned to a look of shock as a confession slid from Michael. Lips parted in surprise, only to turn to a sharp cry as she felt him gliding into her. It was simply that: he was outside her one moment, then inside the next. His cock slid into her tight sex, moving gently along her wet folds. She could feel it stretching and pushing her, even in that instant, almost like a memory.

Walls clamped, her sex spasming and milking him. She didn't move, remained still, the realization creeping in: she wasn't a virgin, not any longer. Something filled her, and to her slight surprise, there was very little pain. Discomfort; he stretched her, filled her, but not quite pain. There had been nothing to tear, nothing to rend, and she'd been so soaked that her sheath had stretched.

Hermione's eyes flicked, seeing his cock sticking out of her. Yes, part of him--oh dear lord, only part of him, was inside her. She could see it, could feel it, his head somewhere within her body. She groaned, shivering, hands going to grip sheets. Her hips rolled, and she felt her muscles squeeze. It was then that she realized something:

"You idiot!" she gasped, head looking down. "You--you're supposed to--" she gestured toward him, reddening some. Not like she'd precisely told him to already. She'd pretty much told him to take her, hadn't he? And they were both potioned with infertility, though Hermione's arousal drug might be interfering... still, she---he was--his cock already made her feel full, making her shiver again. "Condom," she mumbled, trying to sum up everything in one word or less.
 
Michael groaned, even when he wasn't moving, just having part of his cock buried in Hermione's tight pussy felt way too amazing. He looked to her face when she yelled, rather surprised at the words. Her nervous gesturing made him realize what she was talking about before she finished vocalizing it. She realized he wasn't wearing the condom. He gave her somewhat pained chuckled as he gave her a playful grin.

"Sorry....I was caught up in the moment and forgot...but I don't want to pull out now....I'll pull out though, I promise. We'll be fine..." He assured her as he began to move his hips. Her moaned as he pushed more of his thick rod into her. Inch by inch her cock invaded her, violated her, shaped her pussy to the shape of his cock. He lowered his mouth to her breast again as he began to suck again, wanting to keep Hermione occupied with pleasure so she wouldn't be too worried.

He moved his hand from her cheek down to her clitoris and began to rapidly rub her most sensitive nub again; he had heard that girls often couldn't get off without their clitoris being stimulated. As he did this, he felt the tip of his cock pressing up against a barrier inside her, likely her cervix. He began to pound against it, most of his cock inside her now but he still had move to give, and the way his bulbous head was pounding against her cervix, he was going to try and get past it to make more room for his cock.
 
Hermione frowned as he insisted on going forward. Those promises sounded very much like the same nonsense teenage boys always prattled when they were about to do something stupid. It didn't help that his cock moved at just the same time, making Hermione very much want to do something stupid instead. A mouth sealed not her own, but around her breast. Heat enveloped the small mound, circled her nipple tight. She cried out, chest thrusting up toward him as pleasure burned into her.

Fuck it: they had the potions.

A hand nudged against her clit again. Hermione bit her lip as she felt her sex trembling. Walls shook and danced, milking against a cock. Despite, or perhaps because of, herself, she felt her legs moving. Stocking clad feet dug into his hips, helping to lock him in. She felt him sliding, her hips moving up to meet against his. Something hammered deep. "So tight," she mumbled. How fucking big was he? She ran her hands along his side, moving to try and grip him.

"Fuck," she spat the word between nearly clenched teeth, drawing a shivering breath. Already that tension wound up within her again. Her eyes rolled up, looking to him. "Do you have giant's blood in you?" she gasped. She could feel her sex tensing, everything pressing. Legs clenched and she tried to pull, to fully sheath him and possibly end this. Her body cried for an ending, to be filled, for precious fluids to douse the flames roaring within.
 
Michael just chuckled at Hermione's question, he'd take it as a compliment. She seemed to enjoy having her breasts sucked, so he swapped mounds and began to suck on her other tit, his tongue swirling around that fresh nipple as it had the other. He finally managed a breakthrough though as the girl wrapped her legs around him and locked him in place, her heels pushing against his ass and pushing him even deeper into her as his cock finally pushed past her cervix and entered her womb, a bulge visible in her stomach where his rod was.

"Fuck! This feels way too good...." Michael moaned against Hermione's breast as he rubbed her clitoris even faster now as he began to gyrate his hips faster. Her legs kept him from pulling back much, so they were short but rapid slams into her, his cock finally fully sheathed inside her.

All the tightness and wetness was beginning to become too much for him, he felt a pressure rapidly building in his cock, a pressure he knew from having pleasured himself enough. He knew his climax was near...but he had no way out, not given their current circumstances with her legs wrapped around him.

"Fuck....Hermione...if you don't let go...I'm gonna come inside you!" He moaned loudly moving his lips to hers to engage in an obscene and passionate kiss, his tongue sloppily licking at her lips and swirling around her tongue as he waited for her to respond...she didn't have long, that dam was getting ready to burst.
 
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