The Lord The Lady and The Land

Chapter 17 Mastering Hermione


Harry was thrusting hard in to her and begging her to,
“Say it. Say it again.”

“I want you master. I want you so much. Please don’t stop. I need your touch. I’ll do anything you say, just keep me as yours.” Hermione whispered.

Harry moaned at her words and he couldn’t control himself any longer and he let his seed spill, deep inside of his slave as she collapsed beneath him.

Hermione cried out in pleasure and panting with exhaustion.
Harry fell next to her panting as well but eager and energetic.

Harry stroke Hermione’s cheek and asked,

“Tired Mione?”

She nodded and closed her eyes feeling more of his seed coming out of her. He said he was going to make love with her all night and he wasn’t joking. Hermione wondered if Robert gave Harry a ‘Love all night long potion.’

“Rest then,” and he got up..

Hermione dozed off for a while and then her sleep was interrupted by Harry making love to her.

She moaned and started to fall asleep again, but with a few firm thrusts, Harry had Hermione awake and sore.

Hermione tried to push Harry off of her with limp arms whining,
“Please I’m sore.”

Harry chuckled stroking her face and said,
“I will let you rest a little more and then have you in other ways.”

Hermione closed her eyes and felt sleep return to her quickly.

She snuggled up to corner of a pillow sleeping on her belly.

She felt his caress and kisses. Hermione slipped deeper in to sleep.

Suddenly an uncomfortable sensation in Hermione’s backside and her eyes flew open in time to feel Harry beginning to enter Her.

It was then she realized that her rear end was propped up and she was in a fetal like position.

Hermione tuck and rolled off the pillow and on to her back instantly.

“What are you doing?” she asked struggling to stand.

“Taking you the Greek way,” he said.

“No. Please.” she said backing away.

“If you are too sore to make love one-way I will have you another,” he reached for her and took hold of her hand pulling her to the floor.

“No, please” Hermione pleaded.

He turned her around so that her back was against his chest and his lips were close to her ear. Hermione shook like leaf.

“ I need to be sated,” and he kissed her neck.
Hermione stood stiffly, her eyes rimming with tears.

He caressed her shoulders and neck saying,
“I will not hurt you.”

“You will,” Hermione informed him,“ I know it will hurt.”

“I will be gentle.” Harry said, “ with you Mione. I’m your master it’s what I want.”

With that he took his wand and tapped Hermione’s bottom.
Harry took some oil and put it on his shaft and he bent her over and let the oil drip down between her cheeks. Hermione jumped in alarm, but Harry held her to her position.

Hermione clenched her teeth and fought back tears waiting for the nightmare to start.

She felt a pinching sensation in her bottom and then felt Harry slide himself in. It wasn’t painful but it wasn’t pleasant ether.

Harry pushed himself all the way into Hermione’s arse and moaned loudly.

He bent over slid his hand to Hermione’s belly and down between her legs. He caressed her folds and teased her bud, which made her gasp and tense up.

“Relax Mione, relax, you’re too rigid, your clenching,” her master said.
She began to tremble a bit and started to panic saying,
“ Just do it, get it over with. Please.”

Harry held her by the hips and gave her a few good thrusts and exploded in Hermione.

She fell on to the pillows shaking, and crying and laughing at the same time so relieved that it was over.

Harry was laying back on a big pillow panting,
“ That wasn’t all that bad was it?”

Hermione was exhausted and wanted nothing but her bed, with tears fresh on her face and anger going through her body she said,
“Please. Don’t make me do that again?”

“Did I hurt you?” her master asked.
Hermione eyes started to tear again and she tried to speak but nothing came as she shook her head.

“If I didn’t hurt you why are you crying?” her master asked confused.

“Relieved it’s over.” Mione whispered.

“Could you ever get used to it?”
“I don’t want to.”

“But if it doesn’t hurt you …”
“Please don’t make me do it again,” she asked.

“How can I convince you to accept me again, I’ll give you anything you want.”

“There’s nothing you can give me to make me do that.”
Her master leaned over to her with a curious look in his eyes,
“If you let me have you any way I desire, I will give you your freedom in one months time.”

“Why one month?” she posed.

“I’d free you now and you could be a guest in my house as long as you adorn my bed, but I think you may seek to escape, so for one month, you lay in my bed chamber, have all the luxury of concubine
and I will make you fall in love with me. I shall spoil you.”
Harry waved his wand and they were cleaned in an instant.

“I don’t want to be spoiled,” Hermione told him,” I will not fall in love with you if you do that to me again. You may force me to do it but I will never like it and I will never like you.”

Harry’s expression changed to disappointment,
“You will not yield then?”

“My body, my mind and heart object to the act. I can’t do it again, send me back to the kitchen,” Hermione said.

“NO! You will stay here. Come to me.” he ordered.

Hermione stood up and walked to her master.

He pulled her in front of him and said in an annoyed tone,
“You try my patience but you are too delicious a morsel to slip through my fingers,” and with a more milder tone,
“I will not take the Greek way again.”

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and a big smile grew on her face and she whispered,
“Thank you master,” wrapping her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately on the lips.

Harry pushed Hermione back on the pillows and she felt him enter her. She didn’t complain about her soreness, she was thankful he wasn’t going for her arse again.

He didn’t last long thank goodness and he finally fell asleep next to Hermione.

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Hermione woke up in the bedroom. The fantasy was over as soon as Harry fell asleep.

Hermione made her way to the bathtub and slowly slid in to the very warm water. The bronze color washed away as did the eyeliner and lip color. She soaked for a while and got dried off. It was early morning and she got ready for school.

She ate some bread with jam and tea. Hermione still felt sore but satisfied that she some how granted a wish Harry was holding in for months. She was relieved that he had his way with her without harming her. She smiled thinking; even when he can make people do what ever he wants them to do he, Harry shows sympathy for those people who may not want to do things as she did last night. And it was funny that he desired her still as a slave girl wanting to give her her freedom in exchange for her affection.

Hermione felt a pair of hands on the back of her chair…. slowly moving to her shoulders. Arms coiled around her shoulders and nose was at her neck. But there was no kissing or biting no whispers of temptations of ‘ come back to bed and let me make love to you all day.’

The whisper she heard was, “ Forgive me. Forgive me. Please!”

Hermione grabbed at Harry’s arms around her and spun around.
Harry was on his knees.
“For…..” Harry started to say.

“For what? what’s wrong?” Hermione asked.

“For what I did to you last night.” Harry answered.

Before Harry could say anything Hermione covered his lips with hers and gave him a long, loving kiss.

“ I was a slave girl last night and you were my master. You didn’t hurt me Harry. I have to go to school now.” Hermione informed him.

“ Say it.” Harry asked.

Hermione looked at him and said softly,
“ I need you my master I need your touch…. Make me yours..”

Harry smiled and kissed her passionately.

Hermione had to pull herself away from Harry before he started stripping her cloths off of her.

“Hermione we have a party to go to night.. nothing big just drinks and a lot of talking. I will announce then we are betrothed.” Harry told her.

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School went well. Students were coming back to classes but still looked ill. And Hermione got her final assignments before the finals and exams started.

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“Harry? How does this look?” she asked coming out of the bedroom in her light dusty rose gown.

Harry nodded and then said, “But it needs something. Do you have a necklace or pin to go with it?”

Hermione went to the jewelry box and looked around in it. The pearl earrings and necklace Harry gave her on their first night together. Then picked multicolor stone necklace Harry also gave Hermione.

“ You’ve worn that before.” Harry commented, “ Hermione we got to get you more jewelry. Most women wouldn’t put up with such a small collection of things to wear.”

“Harry I worked on a farm all my life, there wasn’t time to wear jewels, only when I was a child I used to play with my mothers jewelry.” Hermione admitted.

Hermione open the bottom draw of the box and there was the cloth that had her mother’s jewelry.

She opened the cloth to see the pieces a double stand of small pearls, a necklace with a number of gold circles with a diamond ruby sapphire emerald or an amethyst in the middle in them. There was a necklace with just a cross design inlayed with emeralds which to Hermione looked like a necklace for a men and not a women. A gold choker with an agate cameo of a woman carved in to it. A rose quartz bead necklace with a diamond heart pendent and a gold chain with assortment of gold, rose gold, black gold, green gold and silver over sized beads with small etching on them. A diamond or more like a white topaz necklace in a triangular shape.

Hermione looked at them as she did when she was a child something to play with but always never getting to attach to them.

She picked up the diamond like necklace and made it stand erect on her head like a crown and laughed quickly as she looked in the mirror. Hermione saw Harry watching her and she blushed,
“I used to do that when I was younger.” She explained.

“If I knew you wanted a crown I would get you one” he teased.
Hermione looked at he chain with the oversized beads and put them around her neck. No they didn’t really go together. She looked at the beads and saw that they had writing on them latin and french
Vous et nul Autre(You and no other) e mo ghrasa mise agus liomsa mo ghra (I am my Beloved's and my Beloved is mine) semper amemus (our love is forever) ne weil aymer autre que vous (I do not wish to love any other than you) a vila mon coeur gardi li mo (here is my heart guard it well).

It gave Hermione a warm sensation to read all the word on the strange beads and she smiled to herself.

Hermione picked up the cameo and wrapped it around her throat.
It’s agate went well with the rose color gown.


Hermione got compliments on her choker as she and Harry talked to the nobility and high society of London.

Although an older woman informed her that they were old fashioned and out of date Hermoine relished the compliments gdenerated by her mother’s jewelry as she flashed her new large sapphire and diamond necklace.

A fairly handsome young man came up to Hermione and introduced himself as Lord Geoffrey Strode of Charmston. She curtseyed and bowed as he kissed her hand. He asked her to dance and she looked for Harry who was talking a Dutchess. He guided her to the dance floor and they began to dance. The Lord kept looking in to Hermione’s eyes and looked at her body quite openly making Hermione feel she was up for auction.
“You’re quite beautiful girl,” he whispered in her ear, ?“ I love beautiful things. I like to collect them and show them off.”

“Oh thank you.” Hermione said softly but wanting to get away for him as fast as possible.

As soon as the dance was over Hermione thanked him for the dance and made a quick get away from the Lord to the powder room.

Harry waited for her just out side the powder room door,
“ How is it Hermione that you seem to attract them most troublesome men. Do you know who that was?”

“Lord Geoffrey Strode of Charmston.” She said.

“He’s a bastard son who is climbing the nobility ranks faster than the flood washing away a road.” Harry told her.

“He told me I was beautiful and then said he love beautiful things. He like to collect them and show them off.” Hermione said.

“I want you to stay away from him. He has a reputation of collecting woman and using them. They say he is charming but I don’t like the look of him.” Harry said.

“That makes two of us.” Hermione said as she put her hand around Harry’s arm.

Harry introduced Hermione as his future wife and a hard working student at Candlecake school, a very promising healer.

They talked to Harry’s friends, peers and other nobility and by the end of the night Hermione had impressed them all with her persistence in going to school and of course everyone knew she and Harry’s story.