Twilight of the Gods
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
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2,931
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1
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The first morning
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First morning
Ron Weasley awoke in his bed with two beautiful naked women on his sides. His head pounded with pain and he was terrible thirsty. He moaned and tried to sit, but he immediately felt nausea. One woman opened her eyes and said:
“If you retch on me, I’m going to cut a bloody eagle into your back.”
And the second one added with evil smile:
“And when you turn with your vomiting to my side, I’ll get your eyes out and feed them to Hugin and Munin.”
Ron concluded that running into a bathroom was very wise idea and immediately put it into action. As he knelt before the toilet, he started to remember previous evening. They called Gods. Gods came. They all drank and sang. They made sex. And now it was the first hangover of his life and he swore to himself he would never ever touch alcohol again. And it was the first sex of his life too, and he definitely hoped he was going to touch a woman again. However, he remembered only little parts of the night. He didn’t find sex much better then wanking. And he slightly remembered bored expression on face of one of that women – her name was … Ulfhild? Or something like that. He didn’t remember the name of the second Valkyria. He drank some water from bathroom’ s tap and quickly showered.
When he returned to his bedroom, he noticed parts of plate mail on a floor. Valkyrias were still lazing in his bed. While Ulfhild slowly sharpened her dagger, the other one just stared to ceiling with her hands behind her head. Both were still naked. Ulfhild’ s sneer reminded him of Snape - she looked like she saw something badly smelling. Second Valkyria spoke to Ulfhild like if Ron was somewhere else:
“I told you it was a bad idea. He was just an inexperienced virgin. Drunken men last short. And that’s not the only short around here.”
“Have you seen any sober man yesterday, Mistleif? He seemed quite cute. Tonight we will try another wizard, I promise.”
“Which one, Ulfhild? I have seen little kids like this one here or old men like that one with funny spinning eye.”
“Maybe another wizards would appear, today the whole army is gathering. I want to see some magic in bed.”
Ron was red in his face and started to dress: “If you don’t want me here, I will go away.”
Mistleif glanced to him and uttered “Such a sharp-witted child”, and then she continued with staring to the ceiling.
Ron felt tears in his eyes. He ran from his bedroom to the Gryffindor common room. Harry slept alone on a couch in front of the fireplace. Ron did not want someone see him crying, so he silently continued to Hogwarts corridors.
Hermione Granger felt warm strong body holding her in her sleep. She remembered the last evening. Her boyfriend Ronald Weasley sat at Gryffindor table surrounded with Valkyrias, whom seemed anything but virgins. Those sluts fed him with a little of meat and a lot of alcohol and when he started to snog them both, they dragged him away. Hermione wanted to run away and cry somewhere in a corner, but suddenly someone sat beside her and hugged her. When she calmed herself, she opened her eyes and found herself starring into concerned eyes of FREY! He stroked her face, gave her soft kiss on forehead and whispered into her ear:
“Shh, my little one. World does not end, when a man goes away with a strange woman. Drink some mead and don’t worry about him. Enjoy this evening, Hermione.”
Hermione, hearing her name from the god, felt shivers running down her spine. One of his hands was now stroking her hair and her back; with his second he offered her mead. They sat so close, that she was almost on his lap. Hermione quickly drank all the mead. She felt dizzy and she started to sense strange pulsing between her legs. Frey gave her mysterious smile and looked into her eyes again.
And then he leaned even closer and started to gently kiss her. In her dizziness Hermione surrendered to Frey’ s ministrations and opened her mouth a little. Frey was skilled kisser and slowly his kiss changed from gentle to passionate and demanding. He unbuttoned Hermione’ s shirt and caressed her skin and even her breasts through a bra. She threw back her head and she didn’t give a damn they are still in the Great Hall. Frey obediently moved his kisses to her neck and his left hand went to her leg, where he quickly found skirt hem and then slowly moved his hand up under her skirt. When he touched her knickers, Hermione moaned aloud and quickly loosed his belt and took of his shirt.
She did not see McGonagall’ s shocked look or Freya laughing her head off. The only one thing she could see now was Frey’ s hairless chest and the only one thing she could feel were Frey’ s fingers dancing under her knickers over wet clit and occasionally diving inside. Mouth of the god moved to Hermione’ s breast and he managed to open her bra and suck her nipple.
“Miss Granger, I know you are 18 by now, but I persist on your immediate departure from the Great Hall or immediate end of this activity.”
Frey looked from Hermione’ s breasts to McGonagall’ s angry face and said: “In this case I would prefer the departure”, but his hand did not stop its underskirt ministrations. Hermione only moaned.
“So you both leave NOW!” shouted McGonagall and Frey took Hermione’ s hand and they ran from the Great Hall. Hermione lead the way to Gryffindor dormitory with occasional stops for some kissing. In the common room Harry gave them very strange look and she realized, that they both left their shirts in the Great Hall on a bench and her bra was lying on the table. But she only laughed and ran the stairs leading to her bedroom.
Frey followed her and before the doors were fully closed, she was naked and maneuvered to the bed. Frey undressed himself too and got into Hermione’ s bed over her body. He then kissed her breast and once again moved his hand to her clit and entrance. But she was impatient now and reached for his impressive member. Frey took her wrists and held them apart. Then he slowly moved with his kisses down from her breasts across the navel right between her legs. She instinctively spread them wide apart and enjoyed the sensation. Her hips unexpectedly (for her) started to jerk and she felt heat traveling from her center to all body parts. When the tension was unbearable, Frey raised his head and positioned himself at her entrance. With one swift movement he buried himself to the hilt and Hermione climaxed.
“Yes, proper virgin sacrifice, this was precisely what I needed”, whispered Frey. And when Hermione regained her senses, he started to slowly move inside her.
First morning
Ron Weasley awoke in his bed with two beautiful naked women on his sides. His head pounded with pain and he was terrible thirsty. He moaned and tried to sit, but he immediately felt nausea. One woman opened her eyes and said:
“If you retch on me, I’m going to cut a bloody eagle into your back.”
And the second one added with evil smile:
“And when you turn with your vomiting to my side, I’ll get your eyes out and feed them to Hugin and Munin.”
Ron concluded that running into a bathroom was very wise idea and immediately put it into action. As he knelt before the toilet, he started to remember previous evening. They called Gods. Gods came. They all drank and sang. They made sex. And now it was the first hangover of his life and he swore to himself he would never ever touch alcohol again. And it was the first sex of his life too, and he definitely hoped he was going to touch a woman again. However, he remembered only little parts of the night. He didn’t find sex much better then wanking. And he slightly remembered bored expression on face of one of that women – her name was … Ulfhild? Or something like that. He didn’t remember the name of the second Valkyria. He drank some water from bathroom’ s tap and quickly showered.
When he returned to his bedroom, he noticed parts of plate mail on a floor. Valkyrias were still lazing in his bed. While Ulfhild slowly sharpened her dagger, the other one just stared to ceiling with her hands behind her head. Both were still naked. Ulfhild’ s sneer reminded him of Snape - she looked like she saw something badly smelling. Second Valkyria spoke to Ulfhild like if Ron was somewhere else:
“I told you it was a bad idea. He was just an inexperienced virgin. Drunken men last short. And that’s not the only short around here.”
“Have you seen any sober man yesterday, Mistleif? He seemed quite cute. Tonight we will try another wizard, I promise.”
“Which one, Ulfhild? I have seen little kids like this one here or old men like that one with funny spinning eye.”
“Maybe another wizards would appear, today the whole army is gathering. I want to see some magic in bed.”
Ron was red in his face and started to dress: “If you don’t want me here, I will go away.”
Mistleif glanced to him and uttered “Such a sharp-witted child”, and then she continued with staring to the ceiling.
Ron felt tears in his eyes. He ran from his bedroom to the Gryffindor common room. Harry slept alone on a couch in front of the fireplace. Ron did not want someone see him crying, so he silently continued to Hogwarts corridors.
Hermione Granger felt warm strong body holding her in her sleep. She remembered the last evening. Her boyfriend Ronald Weasley sat at Gryffindor table surrounded with Valkyrias, whom seemed anything but virgins. Those sluts fed him with a little of meat and a lot of alcohol and when he started to snog them both, they dragged him away. Hermione wanted to run away and cry somewhere in a corner, but suddenly someone sat beside her and hugged her. When she calmed herself, she opened her eyes and found herself starring into concerned eyes of FREY! He stroked her face, gave her soft kiss on forehead and whispered into her ear:
“Shh, my little one. World does not end, when a man goes away with a strange woman. Drink some mead and don’t worry about him. Enjoy this evening, Hermione.”
Hermione, hearing her name from the god, felt shivers running down her spine. One of his hands was now stroking her hair and her back; with his second he offered her mead. They sat so close, that she was almost on his lap. Hermione quickly drank all the mead. She felt dizzy and she started to sense strange pulsing between her legs. Frey gave her mysterious smile and looked into her eyes again.
And then he leaned even closer and started to gently kiss her. In her dizziness Hermione surrendered to Frey’ s ministrations and opened her mouth a little. Frey was skilled kisser and slowly his kiss changed from gentle to passionate and demanding. He unbuttoned Hermione’ s shirt and caressed her skin and even her breasts through a bra. She threw back her head and she didn’t give a damn they are still in the Great Hall. Frey obediently moved his kisses to her neck and his left hand went to her leg, where he quickly found skirt hem and then slowly moved his hand up under her skirt. When he touched her knickers, Hermione moaned aloud and quickly loosed his belt and took of his shirt.
She did not see McGonagall’ s shocked look or Freya laughing her head off. The only one thing she could see now was Frey’ s hairless chest and the only one thing she could feel were Frey’ s fingers dancing under her knickers over wet clit and occasionally diving inside. Mouth of the god moved to Hermione’ s breast and he managed to open her bra and suck her nipple.
“Miss Granger, I know you are 18 by now, but I persist on your immediate departure from the Great Hall or immediate end of this activity.”
Frey looked from Hermione’ s breasts to McGonagall’ s angry face and said: “In this case I would prefer the departure”, but his hand did not stop its underskirt ministrations. Hermione only moaned.
“So you both leave NOW!” shouted McGonagall and Frey took Hermione’ s hand and they ran from the Great Hall. Hermione lead the way to Gryffindor dormitory with occasional stops for some kissing. In the common room Harry gave them very strange look and she realized, that they both left their shirts in the Great Hall on a bench and her bra was lying on the table. But she only laughed and ran the stairs leading to her bedroom.
Frey followed her and before the doors were fully closed, she was naked and maneuvered to the bed. Frey undressed himself too and got into Hermione’ s bed over her body. He then kissed her breast and once again moved his hand to her clit and entrance. But she was impatient now and reached for his impressive member. Frey took her wrists and held them apart. Then he slowly moved with his kisses down from her breasts across the navel right between her legs. She instinctively spread them wide apart and enjoyed the sensation. Her hips unexpectedly (for her) started to jerk and she felt heat traveling from her center to all body parts. When the tension was unbearable, Frey raised his head and positioned himself at her entrance. With one swift movement he buried himself to the hilt and Hermione climaxed.
“Yes, proper virgin sacrifice, this was precisely what I needed”, whispered Frey. And when Hermione regained her senses, he started to slowly move inside her.