HP & The Soul Reaver: The Deleted Scenes

Harry slowly started caressing Hermione on the back as he kissed her deeply, and again felt her heartbeat speed up, her adrenaline pumping through her veins and arteries, mixed with her blood, making rational thought nearly impossible. He slowly ended the kiss and started planting kisses on the shoulder first, then trailing them from there, to the crook of her neck, then the neck itself, then the jaw, one on the chin before he started kissing downwards through the jugular, while he slowly started to remove her one piece white robe. Her breath came in pants now as the fabric caressed her erect nipples, and his heart thumped madly and his breath became laborious as her pheromones reached his nostrils. She also started removing his black one piece robe, and his penis throbbed as a result of the friction between the fabric and its head.

Once they were completely naked, Harry stood back to admire his wife’s beauty. Her breasts were medium sized, but firm and the nipples were a medium to light shade of pink. The exercises were doing Hermione a load of good, as she no longer sported a thin layer of fat on her lower tummy, and now she even had line on it going through her belly button, parting the left and the right abdominal muscle group, a line that made her look so sexy and beautiful at the same time, that he didn’t know if he wanted to fill her stomach with his seed or just fall asleep with his face on it. He figured that tonight he would do both.

Hermione sensed his eyes roaming over her body, and she felt her love juices dribble down her right thigh. She never was so excited and sexually aroused before, and she looked at the young man who did this to her, who could make her IQ drop dramatically when he wanted to. It took her all the Occlumency training she had undergone this past few weeks just so she could remember what she was supposed to do to get Turned. This wasn’t a normal turning Harry wanted to do, it was something special, something that not only would make them the same species, but it would give her the biggest possible boost of power, physical and magical, and bring them closer than master and minion, close enough to be considered blood mates. The bigger the sacrifice, the bigger the benefits are of every ritual, not just the Turning one. And tonight she would sacrifice her virginity, her first orgasm, her blood, and her humanity, just because she wanted to be with Harry, have his children and love him until the sun didn’t shine anymore and the stars didn’t twinkle. She looked at him again, and her IQ dropped drastically, leaving her with only primitive thoughts of sexual lust.

Harry had changed, and he had changed a lot. Instead of the skinny runt with knobby knees and broken glasses, he now looked like a demigod. He stood at 170 cm (A/N: five feet and seven inches for all you non S.I. people), and had broad shoulders. His muscles weren’t very big (A/N: I’m not turning Harry into a replica of Arnold Schwarzenegger in his twenties. Sorry to disappoint all you body-builder dudes, but I’m having him look more like a Caucasian version of Bruce Lee), but they were defined to perfection, and she could see them contract, flex, relax and stretch under his skin as he breathed in and out. His jaw was a little wider now and a lot manlier than the feminine tight chin he had before, and she could see grey beard shadow under his skin. His hair was still a mess, and probably would be forever, but now it was cut to such a length that it resembled something wild, untamable, and yet, beautiful in its own way. And his eyes, those pools of emerald light that reflected the moon, she could just stare at them until the end of time. His manhood speared before her, erect and proud at 18 cm (A/N: That’s 7” for all you non S.I. people), and she felt the juices dribbling down her thigh again.

Harry laid Hermione down on their robes and started kissing her softly. Her breath quickly turned back to panting, and her heart beat quickened to a mad rhythm. He could feel his penis dangling between her thighs and it throbbed in anticipation, making Harry wonder if the darned thing had a mind of its own. He softly started caressing her breasts, taking one nipple in the mouth and the other in his hand before switching. She was panting now, and her chest rose and fell so rapidly that he had to bob his head to keep up with the nipple in his mouth.

“Harry… please… you’re driving me crazy… do it already.” said Hermione between gasps of air, a frantic tone to her voice.

“Are you sure, baby? It’s going to hurt.” Harry told her, knowing that she would be in pain the first time he entered her.

“Just do it… Harry… I can’t wait anymore.” said Hermione, and Harry shifted and straightened up, moving his palm over her belly and casting a charm that would prevent her from getting pregnant in the next twenty four hours.

He positioned his now throbbing rod so that the head was touching the lips of her flower and slowly moved his upper body closer, arching his back so that his penis could stay right where it was. After he stretched his abdominal muscles to the maximum, he released the muscles on his back, while contracting his abdominal muscles and the muscles on his ass cheeks, making his penis spear forward. He looked in Hermione’s eyes as he broke her hymen, saw them well up with tears, and he grabbed her by the shoulders. Her vaginal muscles clamped on his penis and contracted, trying to expel the foreign object out of her body, but Harry held her to her shoulders, constantly pushing towards his erect penis, gasping at the feeling her contractions brought in his highly sensitive sex organ. As her contractions stopped and the muscles on the inner walls of her vaginal canal relaxed and the canal itself stretched and accepted the organ in it, two drops of blood dropped from her vagina to the grass below. The Stones around them flashed a brown color, indicating that her virginity was sacrificed.

Harry, sensing the contractions end, slowly started moving his pelvis forward and backward, and with each stroke he increased the speed. He leaned forward and licked the two tears that had slid from her eyes in her moment of pain before kissing her on the lips passionately as he kept increasing the tempo of his thrusts. After several minutes of thrusting, squirming and saying each other names, Hermione shuddered and called out his name, her whole body shivering in ecstasy of her first G-Spot orgasm. The stones around them flashed a bright orange color, signifying the sacrifice of her first “real” orgasm.

The contractions in her inner walls stimulated Harry’s shaft and the sensations became too much, driving him off the edge and causing him to spill his seed in her uterus, while shouting her name in an unearthly voice while his fangs elongated, right before he bit down on the crook of her neck. He drank her blood slowly, savoring the taste as the stones around them flashed a blood red, signaling Hermione’s blood sacrifice.

Harry started worrying, but his worries were unfounded as he felt Hermione’s lips trail on his own neck, before he felt a sharp pain on it, and his blood slowly leaving him. He started thrusting in her again, never having pulled out, and to his surprise Hermione started thrusting back at him, now eager for her next orgasm. The stones around them flashed sickly green color, indicating Hermione’s sacrifice of her humanity just as she took her first gulp of Harry’s warm blood. Fangs elongated in her jaws, making the drinking process much easier, and her senses sharpened while the fatigue that had gathered in her throughout the day disappeared, making her feel like she got out of bed a mere hour ago. Her thrusts became more powerful, and Harry, sensing the change in his partner, doubled the speed of his thrusts.

Their release came much quicker this time, because they were turned on not only by the sex, but by the exchange of blood. They deserted each other’s necks in favor of each other’s bloody lips, their blood mixing as the kiss deepened and the passion flared between them, making them orgasm in unison, and the feeling was ten times stronger now. Their bodies trembled in the soft summer wind as they laid on top of each other, staring into each other’s eyes. Harry’s neck wound healed itself and he watched as Hermione’s did as well. Slowly he watched her eyes droop as sleep overtook her and the fatigue revisited her after her last most intense orgasm. He crawled backwards and dropped his face on her stomach before he too went to sleep.