The Prime Princess

‘I’ll start killing people you have ever cared for…’ that kept Hermione sane for a quite long time as she paced in her room on civilian deck C-24. Supremeverse Marshal had given her some time to think over but still her answer was ‘No’. Selfishness was her weakness but she hoped to beat around the bush until she got away without doing the deed.

Looking out of the porthole, she saw all three suns blazing in dark space. She was way far from home on a battlestar size of state Texas.

Yes, she had principles she held dear and one of them was to keep her pure blood untouched. She was proud of her heredity and she was not going to be the one to blemish it in any way. She was an Ariston; her family tree could be traced back for centuries. House of Black was no competitor to them.

Doorbell rang. Hermione was pushed out of her thoughts as she turned around and went to open the door.

“Hello beautiful,” drawled Colonel Severiano of Alfheim and let himself in. A devilish smile played on his lips as he checked the room and then settled looking down on Hermione. She had had a chance to take a shower and was currently standing in a burgundy bathrobe.

“Colonel?” stuttered Hermione remembering he was not her Potion Master. “What…” He had grabbed around her and squeezed her butt cheeks in both of his large hands. Hermione gasped but Severiano smirked and leaned closer.

“I haven’t tasted something so beautiful in a long time,” Severiano purred and jerked her closer to him, grinding himself against her. Hermione’s first thought was to push him away and while struggling with him, another thought rose. A needy thought…

His lips came crushing onto hers. A primal instinct took over and Hermione growled deep inside her throat as she opened her mouth for his seeking tongue and twined her arms around his neck deepening the hungry kiss.

Strong arms ran over her backside and down again to grasp at her thighs and lift her up. Sliding over his raging hard-on, she wrapped her legs around his hips and continued to ravish fucking sexy Colonel. Underneath her robe she was naked and very much turned on.

“Aarhh,” groaned Hermione as she tore herself free for much needed air. Clutching to his shoulders, she saw a Cheshire cat ready to swallow her completely. Without noticing he had carried her to a small bedroom and crashed with her onto bed.

“Sweet,” he purred and pinned her beneath him. His hands slithered over her arms and pulled them above her head as he lowered his mouth to hers again. Teasingly he littered feather-light kisses across her lips, over her chin to delicate neck. His tongue traced slowly its path back to her lips, tasting her skin of almond shower gel and purely her own essence. Coaxing her lips apart, he tasted her hot mouth, luring her playful tongue into his mouth sucking and grazing it lightly with teeth. A moan escaped from her throat, as she started moving against him.

Her bare cunt was pressed against his leather-clad groin but she wanted to feel him entirely. Hermione voiced a spell that vanished his clothes and left Severiano naked, grounding his cock against her, dragging back and forth against her wet curls. Heat spread over her as she felt him so close to her, pulsing passion pooled in her lower body, making her rather randy and filled with desire to hurry up the man between her legs.

“Fuck,” hissed Hermione as Severiano still kept torturing her with his worshiping kisses and slow rocking of his body.

“So impatient,” he chuckled and captured her lips again as he released her hands to tear open the lapels and cup her full breasts tugging at her hardened nipples. With a cry she pulled free and threw her head back over pillows. As Severiano was marveling her pushed forward breasts, she dug her nails into his shoulders and with a twist of her hips, she managed to roll him over. Straddling him, she leaned down and drew a teasing lick over his lips.

Getting a real good look at Colonel, she traced with her finger tattoos covering his golden skin. Snakes entwined with eagles and wolves were caught in a spider web. On his left shoulder a Black Widow spun her web. She could feel the outlines of ink under her fingertips.

A pierced tongue ran over her breast as Severiano had sat up and started his ministrations on her again.

“Can’t get enough of you, pet,” he murmured and ran a hand under her loose bathrobe and cupped her ass. An approving moan came from Hermione as his fingers brushed past her tripping wet cunt and pinched her clit. Inserting a finger inside her, Severiano dragged in a ragged breath as he found her all burning hot and tight. Adding another one, he kept a slow pace while rubbing his thumb over her sensitive clit.

“Aaaahh,” moaned Hermione moving against his hand and getting so close to climax but she wanted him inside her. Severiano looked up to her face and admired her flushed cheeks, slightly opened mouth and completely black eyes filled with desire. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore and without warning slammed his cock into her, driving her over edge and getting a feel of her orgasm twitching around him, almost sending him after her.

Gritting his teeth, he held onto her hips and started raising her up and down on him until she took over and rode him hard.

“Beautiful,” he groaned huskily and slithered a finger between them and played with her clit. Her moans got louder as he kept toying with her that heightened his own arousal. With a cry she came, grasping his shoulders while riding out his own climax.

Panting, she crashed over him and curled around him to take a moment to breath.

“Now, wasn’t that impressive?” asked Branwen stepping into view and sitting onto bedside. She eyed her smug man holding Hermione possessively to him and not letting her escape.

“W-what?” stammered Hermione, trying to pull her bathrobe’s lapels together. Branwen flashed her sharp teeth in a wide smile and leaned closer to Hermione who desperately wanted to roll off Colonel and Obliviate them both.

“Wasn’t he good? I bet he was,” purred Branwen and traced her long fingernails over her bare shin up to her thigh. Crawling onto all fours, Branwen came hovering over Hermione and Severiano.

“I…” Hermione had lost her voice as she watched Wraith Walker and Colonel kissing heatedly. Branwen didn’t look like a crazed girlfriend wanting to kill the hooker who got into her man’s pants.

“And now imagine how good would professor Snape feel,” said Branwen and turned to look at her in the eye. Hermione could only nod.

“But you’ll never know cuz Saga is on her way there to kill everyone you love,” leered Branwen and returned to Severiano.

“No!” screamed Hermione and bolted out of bed.
***
Running along corridors, Hermione searched for Hel. She had no idea how to get back into her own realm of Midgard but she knew the Void Walker could help in that. Taking another turn to left, she was completely lost. The goddamn ship was too big to handle without a map she couldn’t read because she didn’t know anything about technological crap. Yep, another good point to do the bonding to get a hang on the tech stuff.

Frustrated, she slowed down and halted to a spot. She had passed the Apparating exam and now was the time to use her skills. Concentrating on Hel and not on the location, she Apparated several miles from her destination onto a Portal Platform number D-8 on board of Cruiser Atlantea.

A group of people in different colored uniforms was bustling around consoles punching in codes, checking schematics and read-outs as Void Walkers waited their departure to other worlds. Hermione looked around to find her doppelganger amongst the others hiding themselves in mist of darkness.

“I thought you’d might be interested to come along,” came a raspy voice from behind her as Hermione swallowed a yelp and turned around to stare at Hel.

“Of course I’d be interested when Saga tells that she’s gonna murder everyone!” hissed Hermione, “She is crazy, you know that?”

“Now that is hard to define but I assure that she’s a promise keeper and her word is worth a lot,” told Hel and guided Hermione closer to an open stand on the platform.

“Argh, that is just great! Hey, what ya doin’?” asked alarmed Hermione as Hel attached something around her arm. It looked like a Muggle chronometer but she was sure Muggles didn’t used so many displays on it or had it strangulating blood circulation.

“For your own good,” replied Hel with a sigh like she really didn’t cared and activated the link between their combo Dialing Arrival Dimension and Home devices. “So you wouldn’t get lost while transporting.”

“Er, what?” mumbled Hermione as she was pushed standing to a lighted spot that looked awfully suspicious. Hel stood beside her to similar setting and nodded to technicians.

“Can’t we talk about this before?” panicked Hermione as violet streams of lightning cascaded around her, twisted into a tunnel of light and sucked her in.
***
Moretius Ariston stood in front of a magnificent Italian baroque fireplace and rested his forearm on the mantle. He hided his concern behind a nonchalant mask as his wife worried herself sick. Their daughter had been missing for quite a long time after the Quidditch match she had won.

Pansy served chamomile tea to Alya Ariston who sat with Blaise on the library sofa and came up with every possibility that might have happened to Hermione.

“My poor baby,” sighed Alya and stirred her cup with a charmed spoon. “What if she is hurt real bad?”

“You shouldn’t think such things, Mrs. Ariston!” yelped Pansy. Everlastingly carefree Blaise patted her hand as the lovely lady shuddered from awful thoughts that crept inside her head.

Hermione landed hard and crumbled to marble floor. Traveling in artificially generated wormholes between space was nasty business and much more uncomfortable as Apparating. Just the thought of every molecule in your body being disassembled and then on the other side reassembled was gruesome enough. Being out of phase was even more awful as Hermione soon found out.

“Mom!” she yelled and got up, “Dad!” Hermione ran to her parents and didn’t even notice when she ran through a coffee table. Hel stood unmoving. Behind the veil of dark fog a sorrowful look glided over her face as they were standing in the 4th dimension.

“Mom? Hey, over here! Can’t you see me?” Hermione wanted to shake her mother’s shoulders but her hands went right through. “Watta…”

“They can’t see or hear you,” told Hel like it was a common thing for her.

“No! They have to! I have to warn them! Mom! Dad! Blaise? Juhhuu? Pansy! Can anybody hear me?!” yelled Hermione and tried to get hold of her friends. “Come on! She’s here soon!”

“You can’t save them all,” growled Hel, “They are going to die and you’ll witness their death.”

The door behind them blasted into pieces. Smoke and bitter burning smell filled the room. Turning around, they all saw a warrior goddess standing in the doorframe.