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Definitely Getting Bolder by the Boulders
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 4 ~ Definitely Getting Bolder by the Boulders
After several minutes, Hermione lifted her head, her lower lip still quivering slightly.
"You're so big, Professor," she whispered to the wizard, her eyes still wet.
"Do you still hurt?" he asked her quietly, wanting to feel her sliding over him.
"Not so much," she said, "I still…still…"
He shushed her.
"I know," he said, beginning to move slowly, pulling out of the witch then sliding his entire length back inside her, groaning with pleasure as Hermione moaned, the wizard piercing her body repeatedly, his hardness the final, hot, stiff answer to all her lustful longings and prayers.
All Hermione felt for the past few months was an aching emptiness…an emptiness nothing could have filled but the Potions Master. He was like the perfect food to feed a powerful craving, and Hermione felt relief receiving his stroke even as she felt an urge for more. This was too gentle, too slow, he was too controlled. She wanted to feel the wizard lose it for her.
"Don't you want to shag me harder, Professor?" she whispered against his ear. "I want you to shag me harder. This isn't enough. I know you can do more than this."
The wizard suddenly rammed his huge organ into her hard, driving against her cervix. Hermoine shrieked at the ache, then gasped as if she couldn't get enough air. The Potions Master hit her again, driving into her moistness hungrily, drawing a ragged breath as she cried out.
"I told you I don't shag, Miss Granger," he growled beginning to pummel her in earnest, his face buried in her hair, "I fuck."
Hermione cried out, clinging to the wizard as he slammed between her thighs over and over, penetrating her wildly, jerking her body against the folded robe protecting her back and fucking her with abandon, allowing himself to savor every delicious inch of her.
The couple writhed against the stone, locked together the Potions Master's pale body flexing between Hermione's spread thighs, his muscled buttocks clenching and unclenching as he took what the witch offered him and gave her what she wanted, her cries egging him on to an even more desperate and complete possession.
He pulled his head back from Hermione's hair and looked into the witch's ache-glazed eyes, his face contorted with lust and pleasure, his eyes smoldering as he slapped against her loudly, her breasts bouncing rhythmically
"That is what I am like, Miss Granger…that is what you are asked me for," he panted, "You wanted to know what kind of man I am? This kind…"
The Potions Master slammed deep inside Hermione and wound his cock around inside the witch, and she let out a shuddering, piercing cry before he resumed stroking her with long, full thrusts, speeding up and driving as deep as he could. Gods, he had needed this outlet for so long.
Hermione was lost to the wizard and wanted to be. It was as if her body no longer belonged to her, but to the beautiful, strong, virile man pounding his urgency and his lust into her body, beating her while simultaneously caressing her, feeding her need for his brutal possession, driving the demons that had a hold on her body away with his power.
"Am I out of your system yet, Miss Granger?" the wizard panted at her.
No. No. With every stroke he was burying himself deeper into her psyche. How could she not want this again from him, knowing how he made her feel, how he made a sweetness grow inside her under his strength, a swelling, bubbling, living expansion that was swallowing her in bliss from head to toe. Every nerve ending in her body was straining toward something beautiful, something unfamiliar but she couldn't reach it alone…she needed him just like this…to drive her forward, take her to that place she longed for…
Hermione let out a sob and fell back against the robes covered stone, releasing him, her body bouncing like a rag doll's as the Potions Master took every part of her, his cock and loins covered in her fluid, the scent of sex and perspiration surrounding them. Sweat flew from body to body as the wizard went into overdrive, the witch's voice becoming sharper and more intense. She was about to orgasm and the Potions Master wanted to go with her on her first cock-inspired journey.
"Not yet!" he groaned at her, stepping back so only her shoulders rested on the stone and lifting her thighs higher. She was almost horizontal as the wizard plowed into her, intent on his own climax. He let go, ramming into the witch, forgetting her precarious balance on the stone…suddenly the robe slid down and Hermione did with it…he managed to jerk her back so her head didn't hit the ground too hard, but now the witch was arched over, pressing at the ground with her hands, still crying out as the Potions Master continued fucking her, locking his arms under the small of her back and bouncing her body unmercifully his cock pistoning inside her, as he looked down and watched his thickness appear and disappear. Shit, this was so good.
Suddenly, Hermione shrieked, half-rising from her awkward position, her pussy clamping down powerfully on the wizard's shaft, her orgasm boiling over his trapped cock, so hot he hissed before dropping to his knees and arching into the now grounded witch like a madman until he too pitched over the precipice, slamming deep inside Hermione and coming with a guttural, animal cry. He fell forward on his hands and jerked his body spasmodically as he pumped his seed into her pulsing, squeezing sleeve, grunting with pleasure, his heart pounding.
He stared down at Hermione, the hot little witch who wanted him above any other and felt his chest tighten. She had been good. Strong too. Nothing like he would have expected her to be in a situation like this. There was true passion under all that intelligence. Whatever wizard she ultimately gave herself to would be a very happy man.
"Damn," he panted down at the witch, who slowly opened her eyes. They were liquid and satisfied as she looked up at him, her face shining in the half moonlight, her head resting on his crumpled robes. She reached up and grasped the back of his neck, drawing him down into a sweet and very tender kiss.
"Thank you, Professor," she said hoarsely, her voice almost gone from shrieking.
The Professor's dark eyes studied her. If anything, he should be thanking her for her gift to him. But he said nothing but, "You're welcome, Miss Granger."
He slowly withdrew from her, his cock glistening with their mixed juices and sat up on his knees, the witch's legs stretched out on either side of him, her lovely, youthful body spread before him like a banquet. If this had been any other kind of situation, he would have indulged himself with Miss Hermione Granger several more times before the night was through…but this was the kind of situation that required a swift parting before things were said that shouldn't be.
The wizard rose to his feet and offered his hand to the witch. She grasped it and he drew her up. She took a step and her legs buckled slightly. The Potions Master caught her.
"Are you all right?" he asked the witch, knowing he had put a hurting on her for her first time. But she said it would be their only time, so he took all he could from her sweet body. It had been amazing.
Hermione looked up at him with a crooked smile.
"I'll be fine, Professor. It's nothing a little pain potion can't handle," she said as his ache thrummed through her. She really didn't want any pain potion. She wanted to feel the physical proof that tonight really happened for as long as she could. If she were a bit slow moving about Hogwarts tomorrow, she could always blame cramps.
The wizard scourgified the witch, then himself, drawing up his silk boxers then locating Hermione's knickers and scourgifying them as well. Her robes and clothing were a mess, gravel stuck everywhere. He did another scourgify then magically restored her clothing. Her hair…not even magic could help that. But she wasn't concerned. It was late and there would hardly be anyone in the common room. It wouldn't seem odd her entering so late…they would assume she had been on rounds.
The Potions Master restored his own clothing, his robes also covered in dust and gravel and requiring an additional scourgify, then looked at the witch.
"Am I out of your system, Miss Granger?" he asked her silkily, tempted to draw her against him and steal one more kiss. But he didn't.
Hermione stared at him for a moment, then said, "I think so, Professor."
He nodded.
"Good. I expect your marks to return to their original passable state," he said, his eyes glittering. "And you'd better to your best to keep them there, Miss Granger…"
Here the wizard paused for a moment, letting his words set in. Then he continued.
"Because if you don't Miss Granger, I will be forced to do this again," he said evenly, his mouth quirking at the witch with a hint of a smile.
"Yes, Professor," Hermione said, smiling at him in understanding.
The wizard gave her a rather courtly bow and disappeared silently into the night with a billow of robes.
Hermione leaned back against the boulder, slightly bent from the ache pulsing between her legs and sighed. She would have thought it another fantasy if not for the telltale throb the wizard left behind.
"Damn," she breathed, "What a wizard."
Of course Hermione's grades did improve…for about a month, when they suddenly dropped again. The Professor was as good as his word, emerging from the shadows and catching her during her rounds one night, pulling her into a niche and "restoring her ardor for learning" quite thoroughly with the help of a well-placed silencing spell.
It seemed Hermione's grades suffered once or twice a month for the rest of the year, but she did manage to graduate with the highest honors Hogwarts had seen in a long, long time.
She also got an "Outstanding" in Potions.
THE END
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A/N: And there you have it. The end to the PWP "By the Boulders in the Moonlight." I managed to keep it to four chapters and it was a fun piece to write. Straight sex…no convoluted plots. Feels like a naughty little indulgence to me. Anyway, please leave a last review. Thanks.
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Chapter 4 ~ Definitely Getting Bolder by the Boulders
After several minutes, Hermione lifted her head, her lower lip still quivering slightly.
"You're so big, Professor," she whispered to the wizard, her eyes still wet.
"Do you still hurt?" he asked her quietly, wanting to feel her sliding over him.
"Not so much," she said, "I still…still…"
He shushed her.
"I know," he said, beginning to move slowly, pulling out of the witch then sliding his entire length back inside her, groaning with pleasure as Hermione moaned, the wizard piercing her body repeatedly, his hardness the final, hot, stiff answer to all her lustful longings and prayers.
All Hermione felt for the past few months was an aching emptiness…an emptiness nothing could have filled but the Potions Master. He was like the perfect food to feed a powerful craving, and Hermione felt relief receiving his stroke even as she felt an urge for more. This was too gentle, too slow, he was too controlled. She wanted to feel the wizard lose it for her.
"Don't you want to shag me harder, Professor?" she whispered against his ear. "I want you to shag me harder. This isn't enough. I know you can do more than this."
The wizard suddenly rammed his huge organ into her hard, driving against her cervix. Hermoine shrieked at the ache, then gasped as if she couldn't get enough air. The Potions Master hit her again, driving into her moistness hungrily, drawing a ragged breath as she cried out.
"I told you I don't shag, Miss Granger," he growled beginning to pummel her in earnest, his face buried in her hair, "I fuck."
Hermione cried out, clinging to the wizard as he slammed between her thighs over and over, penetrating her wildly, jerking her body against the folded robe protecting her back and fucking her with abandon, allowing himself to savor every delicious inch of her.
The couple writhed against the stone, locked together the Potions Master's pale body flexing between Hermione's spread thighs, his muscled buttocks clenching and unclenching as he took what the witch offered him and gave her what she wanted, her cries egging him on to an even more desperate and complete possession.
He pulled his head back from Hermione's hair and looked into the witch's ache-glazed eyes, his face contorted with lust and pleasure, his eyes smoldering as he slapped against her loudly, her breasts bouncing rhythmically
"That is what I am like, Miss Granger…that is what you are asked me for," he panted, "You wanted to know what kind of man I am? This kind…"
The Potions Master slammed deep inside Hermione and wound his cock around inside the witch, and she let out a shuddering, piercing cry before he resumed stroking her with long, full thrusts, speeding up and driving as deep as he could. Gods, he had needed this outlet for so long.
Hermione was lost to the wizard and wanted to be. It was as if her body no longer belonged to her, but to the beautiful, strong, virile man pounding his urgency and his lust into her body, beating her while simultaneously caressing her, feeding her need for his brutal possession, driving the demons that had a hold on her body away with his power.
"Am I out of your system yet, Miss Granger?" the wizard panted at her.
No. No. With every stroke he was burying himself deeper into her psyche. How could she not want this again from him, knowing how he made her feel, how he made a sweetness grow inside her under his strength, a swelling, bubbling, living expansion that was swallowing her in bliss from head to toe. Every nerve ending in her body was straining toward something beautiful, something unfamiliar but she couldn't reach it alone…she needed him just like this…to drive her forward, take her to that place she longed for…
Hermione let out a sob and fell back against the robes covered stone, releasing him, her body bouncing like a rag doll's as the Potions Master took every part of her, his cock and loins covered in her fluid, the scent of sex and perspiration surrounding them. Sweat flew from body to body as the wizard went into overdrive, the witch's voice becoming sharper and more intense. She was about to orgasm and the Potions Master wanted to go with her on her first cock-inspired journey.
"Not yet!" he groaned at her, stepping back so only her shoulders rested on the stone and lifting her thighs higher. She was almost horizontal as the wizard plowed into her, intent on his own climax. He let go, ramming into the witch, forgetting her precarious balance on the stone…suddenly the robe slid down and Hermione did with it…he managed to jerk her back so her head didn't hit the ground too hard, but now the witch was arched over, pressing at the ground with her hands, still crying out as the Potions Master continued fucking her, locking his arms under the small of her back and bouncing her body unmercifully his cock pistoning inside her, as he looked down and watched his thickness appear and disappear. Shit, this was so good.
Suddenly, Hermione shrieked, half-rising from her awkward position, her pussy clamping down powerfully on the wizard's shaft, her orgasm boiling over his trapped cock, so hot he hissed before dropping to his knees and arching into the now grounded witch like a madman until he too pitched over the precipice, slamming deep inside Hermione and coming with a guttural, animal cry. He fell forward on his hands and jerked his body spasmodically as he pumped his seed into her pulsing, squeezing sleeve, grunting with pleasure, his heart pounding.
He stared down at Hermione, the hot little witch who wanted him above any other and felt his chest tighten. She had been good. Strong too. Nothing like he would have expected her to be in a situation like this. There was true passion under all that intelligence. Whatever wizard she ultimately gave herself to would be a very happy man.
"Damn," he panted down at the witch, who slowly opened her eyes. They were liquid and satisfied as she looked up at him, her face shining in the half moonlight, her head resting on his crumpled robes. She reached up and grasped the back of his neck, drawing him down into a sweet and very tender kiss.
"Thank you, Professor," she said hoarsely, her voice almost gone from shrieking.
The Professor's dark eyes studied her. If anything, he should be thanking her for her gift to him. But he said nothing but, "You're welcome, Miss Granger."
He slowly withdrew from her, his cock glistening with their mixed juices and sat up on his knees, the witch's legs stretched out on either side of him, her lovely, youthful body spread before him like a banquet. If this had been any other kind of situation, he would have indulged himself with Miss Hermione Granger several more times before the night was through…but this was the kind of situation that required a swift parting before things were said that shouldn't be.
The wizard rose to his feet and offered his hand to the witch. She grasped it and he drew her up. She took a step and her legs buckled slightly. The Potions Master caught her.
"Are you all right?" he asked the witch, knowing he had put a hurting on her for her first time. But she said it would be their only time, so he took all he could from her sweet body. It had been amazing.
Hermione looked up at him with a crooked smile.
"I'll be fine, Professor. It's nothing a little pain potion can't handle," she said as his ache thrummed through her. She really didn't want any pain potion. She wanted to feel the physical proof that tonight really happened for as long as she could. If she were a bit slow moving about Hogwarts tomorrow, she could always blame cramps.
The wizard scourgified the witch, then himself, drawing up his silk boxers then locating Hermione's knickers and scourgifying them as well. Her robes and clothing were a mess, gravel stuck everywhere. He did another scourgify then magically restored her clothing. Her hair…not even magic could help that. But she wasn't concerned. It was late and there would hardly be anyone in the common room. It wouldn't seem odd her entering so late…they would assume she had been on rounds.
The Potions Master restored his own clothing, his robes also covered in dust and gravel and requiring an additional scourgify, then looked at the witch.
"Am I out of your system, Miss Granger?" he asked her silkily, tempted to draw her against him and steal one more kiss. But he didn't.
Hermione stared at him for a moment, then said, "I think so, Professor."
He nodded.
"Good. I expect your marks to return to their original passable state," he said, his eyes glittering. "And you'd better to your best to keep them there, Miss Granger…"
Here the wizard paused for a moment, letting his words set in. Then he continued.
"Because if you don't Miss Granger, I will be forced to do this again," he said evenly, his mouth quirking at the witch with a hint of a smile.
"Yes, Professor," Hermione said, smiling at him in understanding.
The wizard gave her a rather courtly bow and disappeared silently into the night with a billow of robes.
Hermione leaned back against the boulder, slightly bent from the ache pulsing between her legs and sighed. She would have thought it another fantasy if not for the telltale throb the wizard left behind.
"Damn," she breathed, "What a wizard."
Of course Hermione's grades did improve…for about a month, when they suddenly dropped again. The Professor was as good as his word, emerging from the shadows and catching her during her rounds one night, pulling her into a niche and "restoring her ardor for learning" quite thoroughly with the help of a well-placed silencing spell.
It seemed Hermione's grades suffered once or twice a month for the rest of the year, but she did manage to graduate with the highest honors Hogwarts had seen in a long, long time.
She also got an "Outstanding" in Potions.
THE END
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A/N: And there you have it. The end to the PWP "By the Boulders in the Moonlight." I managed to keep it to four chapters and it was a fun piece to write. Straight sex…no convoluted plots. Feels like a naughty little indulgence to me. Anyway, please leave a last review. Thanks.