Vox Corporis: Rebirth

Vox Corporis

Chapter 70: The Cats



Original story by -> MissAnnThropic

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Email: miss_annthropic@yahoo.com



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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. All characters are creations of Joanne K Rowling, © 2007, to whom I am deeply indebted.



NOTE: The original story was created so beautifully and so powerfully by MissAnnThropic. I owe a huge debt of gratitude to her for her kindness in letting me ‘play in her sandbox’.

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God, she smells so good.



Harry Potter, hero of the wizarding world, was lying next to the most beautiful woman he had ever known or had ever seen. It felt amazing to be curled up around her. She was naked and warm against him and his hand cupping her right breast. Her skin was soft and silky; her nipple a pebble between his fingers; and curls of her hair made a silky cascade on the pillow next to him. The smell entranced him. It felt so good to let his body respond predictably and enthusiastically to her presence and he ground himself against her bottom. A normal, even wonderful reaction that was something he used to be embarrassed by, but no longer. She had practically encouraged it last summer, as she sat in front of him on her horse. Now it was just a part of their couplehood. She was his fiancée after all. They both knew that eventually they would make love for the second time and it would be the most wonderful experience of their young lives. Not that the first time was anything short of the best thing that had ever happened to me. She saved me. Harry thought, sleepily.



For Harry had been to hell and back their first night together, and Hermione had been there for him. In her act of unsurpassed love, she gave him the greatest gift that she could - herself.



Soon, she would be his wife. He knew that they were meant for each other. Hermione knew it. Everyone knew it. Ginny had not been pleased and it had certainly caused more than a few moments of trepidation – like the day that Harry was supposed to be the ‘staked goat’ to try to lure Voldemort out into the open and the two of them had decided to go for a run as Knight and Sagehunter instead. They had been appropriately dressed down by the deputy headmistress for that bit of youthful exuberance.



Their room was dark and the birds singing outside were not a distraction – but the nipple in his hand most certainly was. All in all, it was a wonderful way to wake up.

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She was being poked. It was warm, hard, and poking her between her legs. Oh, Harry. Her eyes snapped open and she rolled onto her back. Harry was sleeping next to her and his hand was cupping her left breast. She couldn’t stifle her groan of desire for him. Harry’s erection was massive and hard as stone as it pushed the blackest upwards. Such was the state of their relationship that Hermione did not hesitate as she slid her left hand under the blankets and wrapped it around Harry’s ‘second wand’. Soon she promised herself. Soon they would make love and would never again be afraid to be completely intimate with each other – but Harry obviously needed a release this particular morning and she was all too ready to give it to him.



Objectively, a man’s ‘wand’ is a funny thing. Hard one moment, soft another, and almost always completely at odd’s with its owner’s intellectual interests. Hermione thought that this particular wand was the best she had ever heard about, despite that the fact that it had occasionally tried to betray its owners’ stated wishes or had advertised its owners true wishes all too clearly. It was twenty-two and a half centimeters in length and at its widest, almost eight centimeters around. They were alone, so she could freely and happily admit to herself that she had needs too, and this particular wand filled those needs very well, thank you very much!



But – this morning was about Harry – so she wrapped her hand around Harry’s wand and began the gentle up and down that she thought he’d enjoy most. After a few minutes, she realized that she had guessed right, because she could feel her hand getting wet with the evidence of Harry’s increased desire.



“Oh, God, Hermione, please don’t stop. Oh, oh, Godddddddddddddd.”



“You’re awake? Good. Then I can really enjoy this!” Hermione giggled, as she resumed her task.



Her face was inches from his and as she touched her husband-to-be, exciting responses from his body that she had never had the chance witness before, Hermione looked into his piercing green eyes. “I love you, Harry”, she whispered.

“ ‘Mione? You don’t have to…..ow…..”



“But I want to, Harry. I love you. We’ve never gotten to do this before. Now we can. More, I want to.”



She kissed him as she stroked him and that was enough. Harry couldn’t contain himself anymore and his release splattered all over her hand, arm, and side.



Hermione did not release her hold on him as she laid her face on his chest. He smelled too good – too wonderful for her to want to be apart from for any time at all. Was that why she loved being the lioness? Because he smelled so good? Did it matter?



Harry’s breathing and heart slowly resumed their more leisurely pace and as they did, he looked at the woman he loved more than life itself. “ ‘Mione? Sweetheart? Thank you. That was….it was amazing. No one….no one has ever touched me before. I could never have known it would feel that good.”



“I’m glad, Harry. I loved doing it for you. I’ve wanted to do that ever since last summer. I felt frustrated that I couldn’t just reach behind me and touch you. You turned me on, a lot.”



Hermione was smiling at Harry as she said it and her hand squeezed his member gently. “I did?”



“Of course you did, Harry. It was you…and you clearly were turned on by me, and I couldn’t stop wanting to make love to you again, even if I tried. Every time you sat behind me on Tiggy, I hoped you would get excited. I told you it was a ‘normal physiological response’ because I didn’t want to stop feeling you press against me. It made my knickers wet every time.”



Harry turned on his side slightly and brought his face close to Hermiones’, so he could look in her eyes. “What about this time?”



“Oh God, yes, Harry. Especially now. Of course, that would imply that I have knickers on…but I don’t. Easier access that way.” She giggled quietly and gave his bits another gentle, extended squeeze.



“Do you want me to ‘return the favor’, my love?”



“Would you?”

“Nothing could keep me from it.” Harry leaned forward just enough to kiss her nose and then her lips, chin, her neck…until he hit that magic spot that always made her purr. “Oh, Harry! Please don’t stop!” He had no intention of stopping. He hadn’t even begun to reciprocate the loving touch that she had shared with him. The first order of business was to push the covers back, so he had more freedom of movement. “Helios” Harry thought to himself, as he pointed one finger at Hermione. If his love were cold while he tended to her physical needs and desires, he certainly was not pleasing her, he thought, so a simple warming spell would serve to keep her cozy.



“I love looking at you, Hermione. You are so beautiful!” For emphasis, Harry knelt beside her and ran his hands up her legs and then over her hips, to her perfectly formed breasts, and then up to her face, so that he could cup it and kiss her. His love for her - the love that was obvious in his sparkling blue eyes was all the warmth that she would ever need, Hermione thought. Dumbledore was right. He will have a power that the dark lord knows not. In the end, it was love – and Harry’s willingness to sacrifice himself to protect her and all of those who were present that awful night, that gave Harry the strength to beat Tom. As she lay in bed, next to her husband-to-be, Hermione thought that she was the luckiest woman of all – and she thanked whatever powers made it possible for Harry to have had the courage that night in the Gryffindor common room to kiss her.



Not content with what he had done so far, Harry began systematically to caress her body with both hands. First the fingers and palm, then the arm, left first and then right, and then to her chest. It was going to take a while to get used to seeing lust, Hermione thought. She knew it when she saw it though, and Harry’s eyes were particularly expressive. It was an amazing feeling to be the object of focused, love-derived lust and desire. She would do anything to feel that every day. Of course, she had already done the important things - like taking care of herself by eating right and exercising with Harry every day. Hermione felt another flood of wetness in her sex and she knew that it was so that she could receive his love and make it as pleasurable for him as possible. I’m glad we’re saving that for the right time. I want it to be perfect for us. We deserve that. She spread her legs though, so that she was open to his touch, when he was ready to give it. She wanted him to know that she wasn’t afraid or shy any more and that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.



“Turn over?”



Hermione was confused for a moment. Why did he want her on her stomach? What was he going to do?



It took no time at all for her to discover what he was about. She felt his tongue, warm and alive, trace the path of her scar, from where it started at her left shoulder, to where it ended at her right hip. His breath was hot and his kisses, insistent. He was loving her body by showing how much he felt for the pain she had experienced and Hermione wept silent tears when she realized that was what he was doing.

Harry was not content, though, to let that be the only way he worshipped her body. His weight shifted, as he moved down to the end of their bed and worked his hands in loving fashion up her body. She felt the skin become warm and slick and realized that somehow, Harry had either conjured or summoned massage oil to use on her. Each finger of his two hands dug into her leg muscles and inexorably pulled what stress or tension there was from her body. Her body ached with desire as she spread her legs and felt his hands work the muscles of her inner thighs. Every fiber of her body screamed for him to touch her core – to cover it, touch it, manipulate and penetrate it. His hands were suddenly cupping her bottom – the way that she had wanted him to do since their time on horseback together the year before. There was no stopping her this time. She lifted her hips and pushed her bottom up into the air, seeking ever greater contact with his hands. It changed in an instant as she felt his fingers dip between her legs and into her very core. It was only one finger, and it was almost what she needed, but her body was greedy and she screamed “more! Please, more!”



She felt him touch the jaguar for the fleeting second before he became the jaguar and she knew instinctively what he wanted her to do. She reached down and called to her lioness and suddenly, she was the powerful cat.



It was going to happen. There was no stopping it. Suddenly, Knight’s claws were at her shoulders and she could feel his weight on her haunches. She lifted her tail, felt the divine penetration as he surged into her, and roared her approval. Knight was finally marking her as his mate for all time to come and Sagehunter welcomed his love and possessiveness. Her yawls and throaty growls encouraged his copulation and as the powerful cat, he took her again and again.



It could not last long, though. Too much desire, too much want and need had accumulated for the passion to be prolonged.



They met each other’s need repeatedly and then they roared at their mutual release. It was what they had denied themselves for so long, so that they would not be distracted when it came time to face Tom.



Moments ticked by as their hearts settled. In a moment, by some unspoken agreement, the two most powerful magical people in the wizarding world, excluding Dumbledore, became the young witch and wizard who they were.



“Harry? I..I love you. That was wonderful. It was brilliant, as Ron would say.”



Harry pulled the blankets up around them again, pulled Hermione onto him so that she was laying face down, on his chest, and said “ ‘Mione? I love you, too. I just thought…I…I thought you might need that. It seemed right to do.” He hesitated for a moment “was it ok?”



Hermione almost could not believe that Harry could doubt the rightness of what had just happened. “Harry! I mean…really! How could you think that it wasn’t right? If I had thought of it, I would have suggested that we do that ages ago. Oh Merlin, it was wonderful! And to think that we still have our wedding night to look forward to! Harry! We get to have our cake and eat it too!”



Harry’s eyes grew wide at that. ”You want to do it again?”



Hermione’s hands were cupping his face as she lay upon him. “Harry, you big dolt. Of course I do. It was magnificent! Short of our first night together, it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I loved it. I love you. And I’m never going to give it up. It’s a part of us. Why shouldn’t we take advantage of it?”



Harry was grinning as broadly as she had ever seen before. His eyes were alight with happiness and she felt that they had discovered something wonderful and magical that was uniquely theirs. No one, not even Ron or her mother or anyone would ever learn of this special connection. It was theirs alone. He looked into her eyes and whispered “No reason, ‘Mione. You’re right, it was brilliant and it is ours – special to us. I want to please you and make you feel good and I’m glad that I didn’t hurt you.”



“You’ll never hurt me, Harry. You’re my protector and my lover, and you’re going to be my husband. That’s all I can ask of this life.”



As their breathing slowed, to match the other, Harry looked at his lover and his friend “ ‘Mione? We’re still going to your parents’ house next summer, aren’t we?”



“Of course, Harry. We have a promise to keep.”



“Good.”



Harry was bursting with happiness inside as he felt that necessary part of his plan click into place. It was going to work and he was very excited.

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As Hermione Potter (as she was always thinking of herself now) slipped into the twilight before sleep, she thought about Luna and Ron. They were going to try to become animagi too. Luna seemed to think that it was a great way to bring a couple closer together and that meant that Ron would come around to her way of thinking eventually. They’d discover the possibilities, if their animals were the same species. Hermione had helped out with that last bit by giving Luna all of her notes and specifics on the tokening process, etc. Hermione felt that the Ron and Luna deserved every help that she could give them. Love is a good thing to help grow.