Harry Potter: Seducing Destiny

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I was standing in the shower, with Hermione in front of me. The beautiful brunette turned to face me, unclasping her bra, revealing her completely naked top. With another graceful motion, she undid her skirt and panties, standing before me in the nude.

She closed her eyes.

"I'm ready for you, Harry."

I stepped up to her, wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into me as our lips met. Hermione moaned as soon as my hands touched her skin, a moan that picked up in intensity the longer I held her, and the longer I kissed her. Her body seemed to vibrate in my arms as I pulled her into my very soul.

Was this… perhaps, because of the bonding between Harry and her?

I turned on the shower and sandwiched her naked form between myself and the wall. My cock had refused to play ball with me and stood to attention as soon as I began helping her wash. I could tell she was still a little nervous and awkward with being naked in front of me, so I tried my best to make her feel good, and let her know she was in control of how far we went tonight.

I helped soap up Hermione's back first — spending more time than was necessary on her glorious pert behind and washing over her hips — before she turned to face me. She gave me a shy look and almost crossed her arms over her breasts by instinct. I kissed her, and her body melted into me. Our kiss was hot and passionate while staying slow and sensual, her body pressed against mine, trapping my erect dick between us. The mixture of hot, steamy water and her naked flesh was making my head spin and my cock throb so hard I was sure she could feel each pulse.

"Turn around," I said once our kiss finally ended.

Hermione bit her lip and nodded. As soon as her back was to me, I pulled her against my chest, wrapping my arms around her body, cupping her right breast with my left hand, and grabbing her hip with my right hand. I would have gone straight for the hot spot between their legs with anyone else, teasing and fingering them until I had them squirming against me. Not with Hermione. I had to work her up to the heavy stuff.

"Are you okay with this?" I whispered into her ear.

"Yesss!" Hermione hissed, pressed back against me.

I momentarily released my hold on her as I lathered my hands with soap, then returned them to her body. Hermione let out a little squeak at the cold but immediately moaned as I started massaging her breasts, stomach, and over her hips. All the while, my cock nestled nicely between her butt cheeks. Precum leaked from the tip of my cock as she moved her hips pleasurably, causing her butt to wiggle against it.

I cleaned her front as much as I had her back. I was very thorough and let my right hand drop back to her stomach, just above her pubis, as I fondled her breasts some more with my left hand. Almost as soon as my right hand stopped on her stomach, Hermione's hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. For a split second, I was worried I'd gone too far, but she quickly showed me I hadn't gone far enough. My best friend parted her legs slightly and brought my hand to the small patch of pubic hair above her clit. I wasted no time as I ran my fingers along her slick folds, teasingly pressed into her just enough to get a gasp of pleasure and adding a bit of pressure to her clit before kissing at her neck.

Hermione moaned loudly as my fingers probed at her. Her whole body was vibrating, and I felt her legs go weak as I held her to my body. I was already so horny that it felt like I hadn't had sex in months, even though I'd fucked Romilda and had Ginny give me a blowjob earlier. I could have easily bent Hermione forward and slid into her. Hermione must have read my mind because she reached behind herself, grasped my cock, and created just enough space between our bodies to angle it down and in between her legs before clamping her deliciously soft thighs together. From here, all it would take is a slight angle change and I would penetrate her.

I didn't.

I'd rather have her take that last leap.

I started thrusting between her legs as I groped at her breasts. I wasn't inside of her like I really wanted, but I could feel the warmth from her pussy gliding along the length of my shaft with each thrust. Hermione seemed to enjoy herself since she hardly stopped moaning. I felt the angle change only for a split second, but it was enough for the tip of my cock to graze her clit, sending her over the edge instantly.

Hermione's body vibrated and trembled in my arms as her orgasm rocketed through her. I held her against me, turning her face to the side so I could kiss her. The look of sheer ecstasy on her face triggered my climax, bringing forth a torrent of seed against her firm behind.

The next thing I remembered was leaning against the wall of the shower, Hermione facing me as she rested her head against my chest. We were both breathing heavily as we came down from our euphoria.

"Does it always feel this good?" She said, sounding very out of breath.

"Maybe…"

We kissed softly for a while as the hot water washed away the fatigue in our muscles. Then we cast a scourgify on each other as we shared more touching and kissing. Hermione seemed to be far more comfortable with her naked body around me now, not even attempting to cover herself as I led her to the bed in the living room. I felt my cock twitch once more than Hermione snuggled up against me. But even she was too exhausted to party anymore.

Something tickled my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

"Mmph!" somebody groaned, and as I sat up, I realized I'd just shoved my dick an inch into someone's throat. I had almost called out Ginny's name before I recognized the mop of brown hair on my chest. Hermione — I couldn't fucking believe it — was taking it like a trouper, gagging only slightly and keeping her head down, panting through her nose until I pulled back. And then she resumed rhythmically pumping my shaft in her hands and sucking on the mushroom head as if I'd never interrupted her.

"Soooo... good..." she moaned.

My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see her head bobbing up and down in my lap. A fleeting concept of an idea about saying something briefly fluttered into my head, but she chose that moment to deep-throat me, causing bursts of pleasure to explode in my brain, and all I could do was fall back on my pillow and groan in exquisite agony.

"Did I do something wrong?" She looked nervous. "I've always… wondered how it felt."

"You're doing great!" I smiled.

"Thanks," she smiled, her fingers tracing the underside of my shaft, sending a shiver through my body as she brought her lips back to the tip. I rested my right hand on Hermione's head, held it for a bit before sliding down to stroke her hair and caress her cheek. I heard her moan at my touch, the vibration of her voice causing wonderful things to happen to my dick. And then she caved in her cheeks to give me an even more intense suction.

"You taste really good," Hermione smiled at me. "I thought it'd taste gross, to be honest. From what I've read it's supposed to have some kind of fishy taste.."

"Glad you enjoyed it!" I laughed. Who'd have expected? Prim and proper Hermione Granger, straddling me and sucking my cock like a pro. I slid both hands up her thighs, held her hips for a few seconds, gripping them for leverage to thrust upward twice. She whimpered as I did so, clearly enjoying the sensations, but I didn't let my hands linger. I slid my hands further upward, feeling my palms cupping her breasts. She moaned and raised her own hands to cover mine, directing me to squeeze and fondle her mammaries, something I did with a happy sigh.

'This is fun," she replied enthusiastically. "Why didn't we do this sooner?'

I laughed at her excitement, wondering if she always had this passionate streak or if it was the lycanthropy that was affecting her libido. I was still tweaking her nipples, rolling the tips between my thumbs and forefingers, when she suddenly bent forward in my direction. Grabbing her, I sucked at her neck, perfectly happy to grab hold of her juicy round buttcheeks and squeeze and fondle those instead. Hermione mewled like a kitten, rubbing her breasts against my chest with greater urgency, while her folds pressed harder against my pelvic bone. She wrapped her arms around the back of my head, pushing forward so that instead of her boobs being crushed against my chest, her boobs were now mashed right up against my face. I could barely breathe, being smothered by her mammaries. But if I was going to die tonight, oh what a way to go.

Neither of us said a word. There were no whispered endearments or whimpered requests to do her harder, squeeze her boobs, or anything else like that. As much as I wanted to, I didn't tell her how amazing it felt to be with her, or how beautiful she looked draped across me. We simply held each other, grunting and groaning as we humped each other like crazy teenagers trying not to get caught.

Hermione came first. Gritting her teeth, she bit down hard to stifle a scream while squeezing my head so hard against her tits I literally couldn't breathe. Her hips slammed down hard, but eventually her trembling body went limp and she collapsed flat on my chest.

It was my turn next.

I gave her a moment to recover, not enough for her, but an eternity for me. Then I swiftly rolled us over, a movement that disengaged our loins.

Our eyes met.

She nodded.

I fisted my cock, centered it on her cunt, and slammed myself in.

And just like that, I was in Hermione.

She groaned at the sudden penetration, but remained passive beneath me. She splayed her limbs out to the sides as I hooked my arms beneath her shoulders and started laying down the lumber. I luxuriated in the feel of Hermione's snatch surrounding every inch of my solid shaft, but seeking to get even deeper, I reached back to grab hold of her legs, hooking her knees over my elbows before leaning over her to pound her once again.

Eventually, her eyes could focus on me once more. Again, she didn't speak. She merely stared at me, eyes hooded with obvious lust. But she did silently mouth the words, "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me," taking care with her lips to shape every syllable so that there would be no doubt of her meaning.

I fucked her.

I really fucked her.

And yeah, physically, it felt fucking good.

Really, why on earth Harry Potter let such a lascivious creature go to Ron Weasley, I'd never understand.

Hermione stared up at me with an expression of mixed wonder and curiosity, like a child staring into the vastness of the night sky trying to count the stars. She reached up with both hands to rub my pecs, traced her fingers down across my washboard abs, and finally held my shoulders while continuing to look at me with deep adoration. I could feel her clenching her cunt muscles and doing her best to match my rhythm with her own, thrusting her pelvis forward to meet my every thrust.

We didn't get the timing right every time. We were not familiar with each other's cadence, and I couldn't predict what she'd do next. I actually got a little frustrated with her and grabbed both of her legs, hooking them over my shoulders as I got to my knees and grabbed her hips to keep her pinned in place so I could just jackhammer her at my pace.

Turns out, she liked that quite a lot. Hermione clenched her eyes shut, grit her teeth, and started tossing her head left and right while I went to town on her poor pussy. She whimpered and moaned, an aria of arousal that fed my motor, giving me extra energy to keep up the pace far longer than I would have normally done. Her hands had originally been holding my shoulders, but now they flopped back beside her head, half-propped against the headboard.

I could feel myself getting close, and only then did it occur to me I did not know if she was on the potion. So I grunted in worry. "Are you safe?"

"Yes... yes... yes..." she moaned with her eyes still closed, but the rhythm of her responses matched my thrusts, so I wasn't sure if she'd actually answered my question.

"Hermione..." I warned, getting closer. "Do I need to pull out?"

"Cum in me... I wanna feel it," she crooned.

That wasn't exactly a confirmation of birth control, but I was too far gone to care anymore. Gritting my teeth, I put every ounce of energy I had into pounding the hell out of my best friend's little pussy, rapidly reaching the point of no return.

Her lower lip quivered, her chest thrust upward as she arched her back, and suddenly she was stifling another scream. Her cunt clenched down hard at the same time as the brand-new climax tore through her body. The incredible sensations milked my cock for its creamy cum, and my balls responded to fulfill her silent request. Both barrels fired, blasting away with heavy spurts of spunk that swiftly stuffed her snatch with steaming-hot semen. Hermione shuddered suddenly, as if she could feel each impact deep inside her, and she couldn't stifle a loud moan as the sensations swallowed up her sanity for just a moment.

I couldn't control the volume of my groaning, either. Fireworks of pleasure lit up my brain as I poured what felt like gallons of sperm into her body. Twice more I jerked, digging my toes into the mattress to cram another two inches of cock into her cunt as I spurted the last few times. And then I collapsed, letting her legs fall away to the sides as I buried my forehead into the pillow beside her head and crushed her big bosoms beneath my chest.

And right then, my screen pinged.

You have gained World Anchor

Hermione Granger — 52% World Anchorage

Current World Anchor Analysis

World Anchor — 91

Required World Anchor - 15

Meta-Luck — 11.4

Gained Affinities from World Anchor — Hermione Granger

Alchemy +9%

Transfiguration +6%

Charms +10%

Psychomancy +2%

Magical Analytics +6%

At 50% World Anchorage, you've gained a Perk!

A perk? This was good news.

PERK — LIBRARIAN OF KNOWLEDGE

Walking-Breathing Hard Drive. That's you!

EFFECTS

An ability that makes it possible for a clear recall of knowledge from memory, even if the information perceived in the past was not consciously acknowledged.

This — this was—

Librarian of Knowledge? Eidetic Memory. Hermione's ability to memorize and recall information manifested into a perk. Her greatest talent was mine for the taking. All because of me fucking her.

—And who knew? Maybe there were more perks like that. Hermione was a talented witch, as was Ginny. As were other witches out there. All I needed was to keep bedding them, and keep giving them what they needed, and soon, the women and their perks would be mine.

Fuck Horcruxes. I'll be fucking my way to Godhood.

You have chosen the Path of the Incubus!

Perk PHEROMONE added!

Hermione kissed my cheek, wrapped her arms around my neck, and raised her legs to cross her ankles behind my arse, hugging me tightly. She nuzzled into my neck, her hands reaching over my back as she pulled me deeper into her. "I don't know what I'd done without you, Harry. I love you. I really, really, really love you."

PERK — PHEROMONE

Why bother fighting when you can seduce instead?

EFFECTS

Ability to dissolve the wariness of men and women alike, with increased carnal desirability of the Host in the opposite sex, so long as the Host makes no mistake in the conversation's approach, and can probably even obtain intelligence from the innermost circles.

As if to confirm that statement, Hermione dragged my right arm and placed it on her breast. I gripped them and mauled them, making her moan in pleasure and pain as I pushed myself into her for one last time.

Oh yes, this was going to be so much fun.

"Yes," I smiled into her ear. "I love you too."