"You're overdressed for what you want me to do," I whispered into her ear as I quickly got rid of the rest of her clothes, including her slippers, leaving her as naked as the day she had been born.
"You're evil," Hermione shivered as she felt the cold air of the Black library dance on her skin without the slightest protection. However, when I put my hand on her skin, I still found it burning, like her arousal was a furnace unable to extinguish.
"Honey, if you're the reward for being evil, I'm willing to take the post of Lucifer for eternity," I said even as I let my tongue dance over her lips. While she was distracted, I established a subtle sound-blocking ward around us, one that would dampen anything louder than a loud whisper, and considering the distance between us and the boys, they were certain to dismiss such a whisper as another quick of the Black Household.
She pressed her forehead against the bookshelf, whether to hide more or to use its coldness to cool down her heated body, I didn't know. Regardless, I was more interested in the way her calves were trembling in anticipation after my dark yet sweet words. Honestly, even without the plethora of magical tricks, Weasley men were making the task of seducing their ladies too easy.
Hopefully, Potter was sufficiently better to make Ginny a bigger challenge. After the entertaining disappointment that was Daphne, I really needed some challenge.
When her hips started to dance in anticipation, I shifted my stance to stand fully behind her, brushing my hardness along the crease of her ass and leaving no doubt in her mind what was about to happen, giving her a chance to prepare herself for the upcoming invasion.
However, I miscalculated the arousal she was feeling. My touch proved to be the last straw for her quivering ass. She shifted her position as she bit her lip to stifle a moan, as she put the weight of her whole body for the push, swallowing my shaft with her tightness. A bit too tight, even, I realized the moment Hermione's eyes widened in shocked pain.
She managed to hit the wrong hole.
I was quick to react, pressing my hand over her mouth while simultaneously casting my favorite anal spell, cleaning and lubricating her insides. Still, that didn't prevent her from letting out a shocked cry filled with pain as she pushed my girth in the wrong direction with absolutely no preparation. I was lucky to establish the silencing ward, or even the boys wouldn't have been stupid enough to miscategorize her cry.
Luckily, the dampening worked excellently.
"Damn, it sounded like someone being murdered," Potter murmured in shock as he looked at the library.
"It's probably a ghost," Weasley answered, equally rattled despite his dismissive tone. "It's the crazy family that sired Bellatrix, after all. I wouldn't surprised if there was a couple of ghosts shackled someone in the library, being tortured."
"Should we give a search?" Potter asked, and Hermione stiffened even worse, which made her moan in pain once more as she tightened around my girth as a result, sending a fresh wave of pain from her bruised ass. I waited for her to process her shock, mostly because of whether she would pull out to ask for a healing charm, or would be brave enough to continue.
The second moan was apparently enough to sap whatever courage Potter was able to gather. "Nevermind, we better wait for Hermione before taking an action."
"Smart," Weasley said while I brought my fingers to her deliciously tight breasts, flicking her nipples which stiffened to a steely tensile strength.
Hermione reacted to their silence much better than I could have imagined. She bit her lips and tightened her grip on the bookshelf before pushing herself back with a surprising speed, devouring my shaft inch by inch. I just enjoyed it passively, surprised by the enthusiasm Hermione was showing for a painful anal. Her submissiveness was developing to a surprising degree.
Not that I was dissatisfied in any manner.
I brushed her hair aside and brushed my lips against her ear as I whispered, "Tell me what do you need."
Hermione stayed silent for a moment, like she was trying to gather her courage for her next words, which was rather unnecessary considering the barriers we had already broken. One would think that while being fucked in her ass in the library while her best friend and her boyfriend -at least for the near future- she wouldn't feel any shame about uttering a simple request, but the reality turned out to be different.
She forced herself to suppress a moan, but still kept her mouth shut. She knew what she needed clearly, and she knew that I knew as well. Still, it took almost a minute for her to tell me that. "Please… Please… Fuck me," she begged with a series of whispers, which finally triggered my movement. As sudden as a coiled snake, I grabbed her shoulders and pushed inside her, giving her a dose of pleasure mixed with a delicious dose of pain.
As I put my weight behind her, her breasts pushed against the shelf, making it creak, which made her gasp in panic. The noise aroused the attention of the boys, but after the pained cry, they lacked the courage to explore. Admittedly, considering the reputation of the Black family, their fears were understandable. Though, I doubted that it actually endeared them to Hermione, who had a vantage view of their lack of courage while being pounded in the ass.
I could almost see the hint of disappointment in her face as her mind reconstructed their action as something much worse. It was just the human mentality, rewriting the events and exaggerating the fault of the others to lessen their own guilt. And, after my naughty temptations, Hermione had a lot to feel guilty for.
However, I didn't want her to be thinking about the others while my shaft was lodged in her rear. It was insulting to my manhood. So, I started moving faster, straining her capability to keep her moans contained. She struggled against my rhythm, but only by pushing fast even faster to enhance the pacing.
Since she was being such a nice whore for my attention, I decided to reward her. My fingers moved slowly downward, caressing her stomach inch by inch before arriving at her core. She was sopping wet, even dripping down the floor. "Damn, you're wet," I whispered. "Someone is really enjoying being fucked in the ass."
She balled her hands into little fists and pressed them against the books, losing herself in the pleasure. She didn't even claim that she wasn't enjoying that, wholeheartedly giving herself to naughty pleasure, no question about whether she should have been here, enjoying my assault.
Her moans intensified despite her best efforts as I let my hand trail down along her thigh, which turned into a whimper as my other hand landed on her breasts, tweaking her nipple rather hard. She couldn't stop herself from rocking her hips aggressively, making her tight ass wiggle.
She opened her mouth, making me curious about what she would say, but as my girth invaded her deeper, all that she managed was a soft moan as my hand moved up her thighs and found her wet center once again, dipping deep inside her. Her entrance almost swallowed my fingers, her slippery wetness covering them.
"Do you want to make things even more interesting," I whispered into her, only to receive an enthusiastic nod. A simple conjuration was enough to create a silk tie, which then I used to bind her hands on the shelf before she could react, imprison her naked figure deliciously.
Then, I pulled out and took a step back, enjoying the sight of her naked body and gaping ass. She didn't take my sudden retreat well, turning toward me with a flash in her eyes, Draco's memories revealing it as an expression she only had when during year-end exams if her studies were interrupted.
Therefore, the reddest flag she could raise.
However, her anger was quick to turn into shock as I pulled out a magical camera from my enhanced pockets -which was making my life very easy through convenience. "What are you doing?" she gasped even as I pressed the shutter, taking a picture of her beautiful body.
"Making some memories," I whispered even as I watched as she trembled. I would have thought that being photographed shouldn't be too much of a deal after being fucked in a cinema, or even the headquarters of the Death Eaters, but apparently, I thought wrongly. "Also, don't forget that we still have guests," I reminded her.
The scandalized expression on her face, like she had just remembered that we weren't alone in the library. Still, after the initial shock wore off, she proved how far she was gone on the road of pleasure when her core continued to get wetter and wetter, and arousal started to invade her expression once more. Wearing nothing but a silk tie around her wrists, tied to a bookshelf, she looked simply spectacular.
I had no doubt that the student body would have paid a fortune to have that photo just to have such an erotic photo of her, the location making it even better. Unfortunately for them, I was a possessive bastard.
"Bend down and give me a better view, honey," I said and she did so, straining her arms to the limit while she bent over, giving a pose that would get the cover on a pornographic magazine.
She posed obediently for a few photos, only to lighten up as I dropped my camera and walked toward them, even as the camera continued to take photos repeatedly. With magical photos essentially being short videos, we were essentially making a home porn video.
Hermione didn't care about that as I softly kissed the corner of her mouth, making her quiver helplessly. "Somebody is enthusiastic," I whispered, and when she opened her mouth to answer, she found my tongue between her lips, caressing and exploring. All she could manage through the kiss was a whimper of frustration as I wrapped my arms around her.
Her desperate moan as I brushed her breasts several times, loud enough to alert the boys about the true nature of the events that were happening in the depths of the library if it wasn't for the silencing ward, told me that I had played with her enough, that it was time to finish what I started.
She pulled against the bindings on her wrists in arousal as I pushed into her gaping hole once more, making the bookshelf shake loudly. She was in a poor position for leverage and the knots were well tied, no doubt giving her some marks on her wrists for that action despite the softness of the silk. However, she didn't look like she cared about a couple of bruises after the rather accidental start of our anal adventure.
She closed her eyes as I cut loose, ramming into her ass repeatedly while caressing her core and her tits in alternating order, pushing her toward a monumental orgasm steadily.
"Please… faster… harder…" she begged, and the more she begged, the harder I impaled her, turning it into a delicious adventure. She pulled against her silk bondings repeatedly, making her wrists red, each accompanied by a moan. She chewed her lips in a desperate attempt to keep her whimpers contained, but it was a desperate struggle.
"Do you want a silencing ward?" I asked her.
"Yes, please," she begged.
"But not without a cost," I countered, and her eyes widened, smart enough to realize that I would never waste such a delicious thing for a momentary trick.
"What do you - want?" she asked, cut halfway by a deep moan. She tried to press her thighs together in a final act of defiance, which might have been at least slightly effective if I hadn't been fucking her ass. The tightening only made it more pleasurable. However, considering she didn't loosen her position, clearly, I wasn't the only one who enjoyed that little surprise.
"I want to leave you here for an hour, tied to the shelf, where you could be discovered by the slightest mistake. Then, you would be free to leave, but not allowed to wear anything until you arrive at your room."
"But what if I was caught," she gasped.
"It's a big mansion. I trust your wits enough that you could sneak around without being caught by a couple of bumbling fools," I explained, and she nodded absentmindedly, not noticing that she had already agreed to it. "Or you can try your luck trying not to moan as you climax."
"I accept, you demon," she said almost immediately, which was rather suspicious by its speed, making me believe that, despite her outward shock, it touched something inside her. Exhibitionist, and into BDSM. Weasley should thank me for taking her off his hands, because there was no chance for him to handle her properly.
Since she agreed, I cast another spell, strengthening the wards until they cut the voice perfectly. Then, I slapped her ass before speaking. "Now, you can moan as you wish."
It turned out that I underestimated just how much she was suppressing her moans, because the moment I declared her freedom, her back arched, thrusting her breasts proudly, nipples so hard they could cut steel, straining the bindings. Her cries exploded loud enough to hurt my ears, but only making me impale even more aggressively. Every pump made her tits dangle even more, until her ass tightened and her voice reached to a crescendo.
"Such a disappointing bookworm, shouting in a library," I mocked her even as I exploded inside her bowels. "Didn't you learn how to be quiet in the library after all the time you spend there?"
That earned a dirty look, but that didn't survive for long, soon replaced by ecstasy as her body invaded by the aftershocks of her climax.
I pulled, once again taking my camera as she continued to shiver, with my seed seeping out of her backdoor. After a few photos, I charmed the camera to be invisible and record her as she stayed tied in the library, naked, and during her escape. As much as I wished to stay and watch, I had other stuff to do.
More importantly, I doubted that I could stay and watch her sexy adventure without intervening. Still, I spent a minute watching her quivering body as she strained against her bindings, without the ability to control her body…
I leaned for one last kiss, claiming her trembling ones as I extended it until I stole her breath, then I pulled back. "It was a fun talk," I said mockingly as I slapped her ass. "Have fun going back to your room…" Then, I apparated away, but to the attic at first, to give Kreacher several orders to make sure Hermione wouldn't get caught. In the end, I wanted her to explore her limits, not actually get caught.
I couldn't wait until I watched the recording…