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It was a Saturday afternoon, and as usual she was sitting in the living room of Ginny and Luna's house. She was sitting with her beaten leather notebook in her hands that she used for many years, her favorite fountain pen and her words.
As a writer, it was usual for Hermione to get lost in her words. She was supposed to send Narcissa the draft of the first ten chapters of her new book in the coming months, so the woman would go over it. Then they would send it to the publisher.
Hermione owed a lot to Narcissa, and she was very grateful to the older woman. Narcissa Black was a good friend, as was her son, Draco. When, during their Hogwarts years, Draco noticed Hermione liked to write, he convinced her to send some of her chronicles to his mother. Narcissa saw a natural talent in the young Gryffindor, and then their writing agreement was born.
The young woman, now 25 years old, was a renowned author in LGBT literature. Focused representativity and safe speech space for those who were brushed aside and especially representing healthy relationships, she quickly gained notoriety in the community. Her fifth book, "Wings of Butterflies" was her third in the series "Souls of Crystals". In the final arc of the series, the protagonist Josephine - or Joe as she was called in the book - would be in a new place and would live new adventures from day to day. Not being an author of fantastic literature, Hermione liked to focus on actual facts less covered in books and gave them, especially, a healthy voice. So much so that, for the construction of the mental health of her characters, Hermione had Andromeda, Narcissa's sister and a specialist in behavioral theory, who also helped Hermione keep the psyches, motivations and thoughts of her characters realistic.
"So, I need to talk to you about something." Ginny sat up and pulled Hermione's feet onto her lap. The brunette just let out a little "hm?", slightly interested in what Ginny had to say, but very focused on writing. "Hermione." Ginny's voice grew firmer, and her brown eyes rose from the sheet and focused on the redhead.
"Hi? Sorry I was just finishing a paragraph." She blushed slightly and Ginny rolled her eyes in amusement.
"So, I need to talk to you about something." The redhead's tone made Hermione's head droop slightly to the side, trying to figure out if she was in trouble or not.
"Did I do something wrong?" The question was calm and Hermione blinked twice slowly in confusion.
"What? No." Ginny frowned, getting as confused as Hermione. "It's nothing you did, I just want to leave you with a heads up." Hermione slowly closed the book with the hand she held it and then climbed into a sitting position.
"Okay? Am I listening?" She still spoke in confusion, and Ginny snorted in frustration.
"Okay, Ronald is bringing a girlfriend today." Hermione blinked slowly, trying to figure out what the problem was.
"Right? And? I'm always nice." She tilted her head to the side.
"I know you are, but I didn't want you to be taken by surprise because I know that you and Ron have a history." It made Hermione frown, and she laughed softly.
"Oh, Gin, he and I dated for two months when we were fifteen. It didn't work out, and it doesn’t really mean much today. It's been ten years." Hermione then raised her arms up and stretched. "I hope this isn't like Lavender. That girl was insane." Hermione's eyebrows went up, and she then took her hands to fluff her hair and yawned.
"Well, you took it easily. Apparently she's French. His new girlfriend. I don't know how he had a chance with a Veela, but here we are." Ginny said with a shrug.
"Oh, a Veela?" Hermione spoke, standing up. "Well, Ron can be a nice guy and he’s greatly improved his toxic teenage behavior since he started therapy." Hermione shrugged. She and Ron were not as close as they used to be.
"Yeah... That's true, but I'm still surprised. A Veela? He's an idiot dating a demigod." This made Hermione laugh out loud at her friend's speech. Her laughter was so flashy that Harry and Draco, who were in the kitchen, looked out the doorway.
"What’s happening?" Draco asked with a wide smile when he saw the amusement on their faces.
"The idiot and the demigod. I could write a book about Ronald dating a Veela." Hermione came into the kitchen laughing and her comment made everyone laugh together with her.
"Well, we're all surprised that it's not you dating a demigod." Draco spoke playfully.
"Oh, I'm just me." Hermione shrugged. "These days, honestly I spent a lot of my time without thinking much about dating."
"At least you had casual sex, because you will not want to be without dating and sexually frustrated." Luna who was entering the house from the garden just played lightly.
"I'm not a nun, I just didn't find any of them interesting enough to date." Hermione shrugged.
"Ah, Vivian was a nice girl." Ginny shrugged, and Harry looked at Hermione, turning his index finger around his ear.
"Ah, Ginny, Vivian was completely insane." Harry countered. "I had to go to Hermione's apartment to get that crazy woman out of the floor corridor..." The brunette said, huffing slightly. "All of this because Hermione broke up with her."
"I didn't break up with her, I had nothing to do with her. She assumed things, and I clarified they weren't real. We had sex, it was good, and I didn't want to see her romantically." Hermione snorted and pulled a beer out of the fridge. "People need to understand the meaning of no." She opened the beer and took a sip. "I never told her we would have something romantic. I told her, at the club that I met her at, that I was looking for fun for one night. She assumed she was going to date me. I was always honest." Everyone nodded, knowing that Hermione was completely honest with her sexual or romantic relationships. She was straightforward, and it often made people believe they could change the woman's mind.
They moved to the backyard of the house, Draco quickly took over the barbecue and started grilling something for everyone. Harry, knowing that Luna was a vegetarian, finished a large multicolored salad for the blonde. Hermione was watching everyone while sitting next to Harry, and next to everyone was Ginny and Luna sharing a deck chair. The blonde was sitting between the redhead's legs and being hugged from behind.
"Hey guys! We're here!" Ron's animated voice came from inside the two girls' house.
"We are out here facebutt!" Ginny shouted over her shoulder and in a short time Ronald appeared with a small grimace on his face. Just behind him came two figures that caught everyone's attention. Two beautiful blondes, one younger and one older. Both were beautiful, with alabaster skin, shiny hair, well-drawn eyebrows, rounded chin, beautiful nose. Veela beauty was once unfair.
Clearly sisters and clearly not human, Hermione was quick to assume that they were both pure-blood Veela. The younger of the two had her hand joined to Ron's and laughed softly, which made Ron grumble slightly and the girl laughed louder. The older woman who followed looked uncomfortable, and it took less than a moment for Hermione to see Bill talking to the young woman. She knew William and knew that the man had few limits when it came to flirting. Hermione was biased. She really didn't like William. And that was what made her jump out of the chair and approach Ronald, Harry seeing this took a step back.
"Hi, I'm Hermione." She addressed the older of the two young women. The woman looked slightly relieved that Hermione's introduction cut into Bill's speech.
"Hi, it's a pleasure, I'm Fleur, and this is my sister, Gabrielle." The Veela spoke, smiling slightly and accepting the hand held out to her.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, I am Harry." They nodded, and Harry pointed at Draco. "The little sullen face back there is Draco, he's 'busy' cooking." Harry made quotes in the air.
"HEY!" Draco's outraged voice made everyone look at him. "I'm actually cooking, Potter." This made Harry laugh lightly. "Hi girls, I'm Draco, I would go over there but apparently I'm the only damn one who knows how to cook in this place." He complained and Hermione snorted.
"Yes, because you take over the kitchen and no living or dead god can take you out of there. We just learned to give up." Hermione spoke playfully, and Gabrielle laughed lightly.
"Gab, this is my sister Ginny and her partner Luna." Ron introduced it gently and Gabrielle started an animated conversation with the two girls.
"Oh, she looks very nice, Ron. Treat her well." Hermione spoke firmly, and Ronald nodded with a silly smile.
"I'm lucky." He spoke and then approached Gabrielle, kissing her cheek lightly and putting an arm over the girl's shoulder.
"So, Fleur, as I was telling you..." Bill started again and Hermione clearly saw that Bill was starting to irritate the young woman. The brunette looked at Harry steadily, and it took just a moment for the auror to understand what the friend meant.
"Bill, my man, help me get the drinks out here?" He spoke, approaching Bill and hugging him by the shoulder and pulling the man away from the Veela.
"I'm sorry, he doesn't know any limits." The brunette spoke, smiling kindly at Fleur. "Would you like to sit over there next to Draco? He's a much safer option despite being sarcastic." Fleur smiled gratefully and nodded. They walked in silence to Draco, who just smiled at the Veela.
"HI!" He spoke, smiling widely.
"We are hiding from Bill." Hermione explained directly and Draco nodded, Fleur's eyebrows raised in curiosity.
"I never liked him, he never liked me, so we actively avoid each other." Draco explained quickly.
"He's been actively hitting on me since ten o'clock in the morning." Fleur spoke softly and Hermione grimaced. It was now three o'clock in the afternoon.
"That’s William: no notion of limits of any kind. Ronald was like that, but apparently therapy works miracles when you really want to change your attitude towards the ones you love." Draco spoke with a shrug. It was common knowledge that after the mental breakdown that Ronald had during the first year of auror's school, the consequent change of profession and the ministerial requirement for him to do psychological counseling to learn how to control his anger, things for the redhead began to improve. He made the decision to be a good friend to those he loved and do his best to manage his anger.
"They met at the animal rescue center where Ron was doing volunteer work." Fleur offered kindly.
"Goddess, that volunteer work was a blessing in this man's life." Draco spoke with a smile. "It was a brilliant suggestion from you, Herm."
"I thought it would be cool for him to help animals." Hermione shrugged and smiled slightly at Fleur. "It helped me when I lost my parents, I thought it could help him." She explained lightly.
"Oh, I'm so sorry."
"It's okay... It's been a few years now... I miss them a lot, but despite everything I have a great support network. Harry and I are practically siblings and we have many who help us."
"My two lost orphans." Draco smiled sadly. "You should write a book based on the two of you." Hermione snorted slightly and Fleur looked slightly confused between the two.
"Joe and Aragon were based on the two of us, you idiot."
"Oh, well that makes sense..." Draco grunted and looked back at the barbecue.
"You fool, you are in the book too, did you know?" This caught the attention of the two blondes. "Drake is totally based on you, silly." Draco blushed, and that phrase seemed to bring something to Fleur's mind.
"Wait ... Are we talking about the Souls of Crystals series?" Fleur asked with her head tilted slightly to the side in curiosity. Draco looked at Hermione calmly.
"I totally forgot that you don't know me." Hermione frowned momentarily. "Yes, Souls of Crystals is the series of books that I will finish this year, if my muse allows me." Hermione shrugged and smiled awkwardly.
"Oh! Gab and I love your books!" Fleur spoke with a wide smile and Draco sighed in relief and went back to cooking.
"Really?" The brunette spoke slightly hesitantly.
"Yeah." The Veela smiled widely. "Gab likes the romance and the cute scenes." Fleur spoke in amusement. "She is an incurable romantic."
"And what is your favorite part?" Hermione's tone was slightly flirtatious and Draco, who was just listening to the conversation, looked over his shoulder in time to see Fleur blushing slightly.
"From the historical side, I like the myths and the things that you created around the society that Magdalein came from." Fleur's shyness dropped slowly and she quickly became excited by the subject. "I like how the whole hierarchical structure was created and how Spartan culture is present in a reinterpretation."
"Do you like the idea of female warriors or the political part more?" Hermione slowly guided Fleur to some chairs that were close by and the blonde sat down while she spoke excitedly.
"I love the political view, but let's face it, we all like powerful women being amazing and with swords, is so impressive." Fleur spoke in an amused tone and the two smiled at each other. Veela's hand fell lightly over Hermione's forearm. "Was your influence on it based on historical Sparta, or something else?" Hermione recognized the touch and smiled knowingly at the situation.
"I can always show you my sources of research, if you wish." She flirted actively and Fleur blushed slightly.
"I am reasonably curious about it." The Frenchwoman replied softly.
"Hey!" William surged up next to the two women and pulled out a seat for himself. "What are we talking about?"
“So, answering your question, I really like the historical part. It is fascinating to examine womans’ roles within Spartan organizations. Spartan women could own and manage assets, even though they did not own all the land they could own. They were educated to read, write, play instruments and dance. They also had physical training, such as sports and competitions. Their training was aimed at strength, flexibility and endurance.” Hermione explained by cutting off Bill, who frowned in annoyance. Fleur smiled widely, ignoring the redhead.
"They also got married later. This is something that I liked that you used in the fantastic universe of Gorgan, but I noticed that you didn't use the traditional hair bit that Sparta kept. Why?" She asked curiously and Bill fidgeted trying to get attention.
“Historically, they had their hair cut and wore a tunic on their head. I didn't want that, so the braid of a lock of hair would indicate that the woman was taken for marriage or commitment, which is why Hilda even wearing a shaved head keeps a single braid. ”
"She is committed to Arthuro." Fleur nodded in understanding.
"But seriously, what are we talking about?" Bill asked directly to Fleur who looked at him with a frown.
"My book, William." Hermione rolled her eyes and snorted.
"Ah, your fantasy book, right?" He spoke in a slightly mocking tone.
"It's really great non fantastic literature, actually." Fleur spoke promptly.
"Do you like the children's literature that Hermione writes, Fleur?" He asked in a tone of confusion.
"It is not children's literature, it talks about important issues like gender identity, sexual orientation, abuse and racism. Hermione does a great job bringing an important spotlight on this and especially on feminism." Fleur's statement was firm and Bill opened and closed his mouth. "Besides, we all want books that are inclusive and that teach people important things, William." The redhead blushed slightly and grunted.
"I just don't understand why Hermione makes such a point of talking about it so much in all the books." He sulked.
"I am a homosexual woman, it is obvious that my book would explore the subject a little." Hermione rolled her eyes and Fleur nodded huffing at William's question.
"I know very little about the scene here actually..." Veela said with a shrug and Bill looked up with a frown.
"Well, Fleur, Hermione can always show you places, there are good ones around here." Draco spoke closer to them and laughed lightly. "Bill here is not as well-versed on the rainbow side as the rest of the group." He slapped Bill on the shoulder twice with an evil laugh. "Come on, let's eat." He cut the subject off and smiled when everyone stood up. Fleur went over to Gabrielle and began a low-key conversation with her.
They ate and talked for a long time. Hermione at some point started talking to the two Veela, which made Ron smile with satisfaction. When night started to fall, Ron approached Hermione and laughed lightly.
"I'm glad you liked Gab." He spoke with a broad smile and hugged Hermione sideways.
"She's amazing, Ron. Treat her well. Okay?" He nodded and they talked for a while. He said goodbye to Hermione and then the two Veela approached, Gab hugged the brunette tight and then Fleur came over and kissed Hermione's cheek lightly.
"Hey, is that suggestion that we go to an LGBT place still stand?" Fleur spoke in a low whisper against the girl's ear.
"Yes, can we go tomorrow?" Fleur nodded at the brunette's question.
"Send me an owl?"
"Sure, good night, Fleur."
"Good night, Hermione."
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The owl returned in the middle of the afternoon with Fleur's reply. Hermione to make sure Fleur was comfortable had invited everyone's friends. The Veela and her younger sister accepted the invitation with excitement, and William and Ron would not be joining them, as they would both have to work until later, as it was their round as the bank's curse breakers.
The Gryffindor walked slowly between the blocks of the neighborhood where Fleur had written that she and Gab lived. She was alone while searching for the two Veela. The apartment complex was a small building. Suddenly, Hermione saw the magical aura around the building. She pressed the bell and it was not long before the door was opened and she went up to the third floor and apartment seven.
Fleur opened the door with a smile on her face, and Hermione felt herself choking slightly. The blonde was wearing a tiny red dress. High heels made Fleur look even taller than Hermione. The brunette almost felt underdressed in her flannel shirt and black pants and tennis shoes.
"Hi, come in!" The Frenchwoman said with a smile as she opened the door wide. "Gab, Hermione is here!" She spoke loudly over her shoulder as the brunette passed by. "She is a bride, always late and always taking forever to get ready..." Fleur rolled her eyes and Hermione laughed softly.
"Draco is like that." The brunette stopped in the middle of the house's living room and moved slightly uncertainly. "Excited to go out?" She questioned a little, and smiled awkwardly.
"A lot! I recently moved from France and I'm looking forward to finally getting back to the gay scene. It's tiring to have people thinking I'm just straight, and that happens all the time." She said with a chuckle.
"Nobody likes to be just straight." Hermione said, repeating the phrase and smiling slightly at Fleur. The blonde blushed and nodded.
"Well, I'm ready! Can we go?" Gabrielle spoke, coming out of one of the bedrooms and smiled widely, Hermione nodded and then the three left the apartment complex and went to central London.
The Witch's Cauldron was an old LGBT club, one where Hermione started hanging out with Draco as soon as they turned 17. When the three women entered, several people greeted Hermione by her name, and it was apparent that the brunette was a regular person there.
"Popular?" Gab asked laughing softly when a girl approached Hermione and the brunette gently dismissed her claiming that she was there with friends for now.
"I wouldn't call myself popular... Some people know me casually." She shrugged. "And I am accompanied." She winked at Fleur, who blushed slightly.
The three found Draco, Harry, Ginny and Luna at one of the tables. They ordered some portions and drinks, and spent a good amount of time talking and laughing. Some people approached the Veela, since their magical auras called everyone’s attention. Both dismissed the unwanted attention, and Fleur got some names to contact if she wanted to.
"Let's dance?" Luna asked excitedly and Draco gave an excited squeak and started pulling Harry by the hand.
"Go on, I saw Bella over there and I'm just going to catch up with her." Everyone nodded and Hermione did as she said, moving past a few people she soon found Bellatrix. Narcissa's older sister was discussing something at the bar while she smoked a cigar. She had a blonde woman perched on her leg, and the older brunette's hands were possessively against the woman's waist.
"Pet, you're back at my bar." Bella spoke up, blowing the smoke and smiled widely at Hermione.
"Hi Bella, yes. Me and the rest of the folks, I thought it would be cool to come and say hi." The two smiled happily at each other and talked for a moderate time. Soon Bella told Hermione to go back to her friends, and that she was going to do some administrative things for the club. The two were good friends and liked each other deeply, but Hermione knew that Bella was a deep workaholic and that nothing would stop her from working. Hermione had a crush on Bella for years, but Black quickly shut Hermione's crush down, and they both became just friends.
Hermione started to walk among the dancing bodies. She sneaked between some people and the brunette's eyes were drawn like flies in a lamp. Fleur was completely lost in herself while dancing.
Hermione knew that Veela were creatures with immense magical power. They attract humans with ease, and that was clear with the amount of people trying to get closer and being dismissed with speed. As if feeling Hermione's eyes on her, Fleur's blue eyes opened and she turned to focus on the Gryffindor. She gave the brunette a wide smile, and attracted the Englishwoman with ease. She took a few steps forward. The brunette's wide smile made the blonde come close, Fleur's arms stopped over Hermione's shoulders and the brunette was pulled forward.
Their bodies touched softly and Hermione's hands went to the blonde's waist and the two smiled dirtily. They began to dance next to each other with their bodies close to each other.
They danced for a while and Hermione couldn't say who started what, but their mouths came together in a hot kiss. She felt Fleur moan against Hermione's lips and the blonde’s tongue deepened inside the other mount as they came together. Hermione's hands went up and down Fleur's back, and the blonde tucked her fingers between strands of hair. They lost their friends, who were looking on and shaking their heads with acceptance. Their mouths were still practically fighting for dominance and when the brunette bit Fleur's lower lip the blonde just gasped and moaned loudly and moved her mouth to Hermione's ear. Sucking the earlobe and whispering.
"Shall we go to my place?" Hermione moaned lightly and nodded, they moved away and the brunette grabbed the blonde's hand and pulled her so that they both started walking out of the club. The rest of their friends didn't even try to interfere. Even Gab just shook her head as the group was quickly distracted again.
They walked to the outside of the club. Hermione quickly pulled the blonde to her and kissed her deeply.
"Can we apparate?" Fleur nodded and the brunette looked at her steadily. "Use your words, Fleur."
"Yes, we are going to apparate together. With me the barriers of the house will allow us to enter." Hermione smiled and pulled the blonde firmly against her and with a pop, they were gone.
They appeared in the living room of the Veela's house, their mouths joined fervently. Hermione pushed the blonde firmly against a wall. The Frenchwoman gasped and one of her legs rose quickly, her calf curled up against the witch's ass and pulled her firmly against her center covered in thin lace panties.
Hermione held Fleur's hands high and kissed her neck hard, marking her pale skin. The blonde gasped and tilted her head to the side. Fleur gasped for air, and Hermione pulled away slightly and tilted her head in curiosity.
"How do you feel about tying me up?" Fleur asked hesitantly.
"What are your limits?" Hermione's hands went down Fleur's arms, to the blonde's waist and she slowly guided them both to the sofa. Hermione sat up and pulled Fleur to straddle her legs while the two looked at each other. "Here we go again, what are the limits? Or what scene do you want to play?" The sexual tension was still palpable, but Fleur felt comfortable with how easy it was for Hermione to take control of the situation and question the right things.
"I want to be tied up. I accept being blindfolded too, if it's something you want, but I would like at some point to be able to see... I don't do anal, and I don't like humiliation." Fleur thought for a moment. "I like rough sex and would totally accept a little orgasm denial. I really like to be praised..." She blushed slightly and Hermione smiled widely. "My soft limit would be choking and spanking. It's not something I normally like, but depending on the situation, I may end up wanting it. I also don't play with body fluids or anything that is physically dangerous." Hermione nodded.
"I'm fine with your limits. I like to mark and bite. Would that be a problem?"
"No, but then the marks must be magically healed." Fleur nodded, blushing slightly.
"I like to grab and pull hair. I don't like humiliation either and I'm totally okay with praise. I'd like to use a strap-on too, if that's ok?" Fleur gasped under her breath and nodded.
"As long as it's not too big, I don't know how comfortable I would be with something huge inside my pussy." The speech was low and Hermione moaned lightly at the blonde's last word, she leaned over and brushed her mouth against Fleur's neck.
"We can transfigure the size to something you are comfortable with." Hermione nibbled lightly on Fleur’s skin and the blonde gasped. "Safe word?" The question was firm and clear and the blonde felt wet from the way Hermione was treating her.
"Catnip." She gasped and moaned loudly when she felt both of her ass cheeks suddenly being grabbed.
"Do not hesitate to use it. We will also have the color system. If something is reaching your limit, you say yellow and I reduce the pace to something comfortable. Comfortable is green." Fleur nodded. "I also want you to use verbal consent. Do you understand?"
"Yes, fuck, I get it. How can I call you?"
"Today I'm just Hermione, but if you behave, I can become Mistress." That surprised the brunette, since now apparently had promised Fleur a second time, something she hadn't thought to have with anyone in years.
Fleur groaned loudly and then felt herself being lifted. The blonde's legs went around the brunette's waist and they kissed fervently. Hermione's hands were still clinging to Fleur's ass cheeks and her wet panties made contact with the brunette's shirt.
"Where's the room?" Hermione growled and the two of them crashed into a wall.
"Last door on the left." Fleur moaned loudly and rubbed herself against Hermione's covered belly. "Please, Hermione..."
"Good girl." The praise almost made Fleur come right there. She gasped and moaned loudly. The brunette moved again with Fleur clinging to her. The bedroom door was favorably open and just leaned, which made it easier for Hermione with one foot to push the door open. As they passed, Fleur pushed hard on the closed door and a non-verbal spell after the door was locked.
"What do you want to be tied up with?" Hermione questioned firmly as she placed Fleur gently on the bed. The blonde rolled over and pulled some silk strings and a strap-on from the bottom drawer. "Is that the size you like?" Hermione looked at the dark blue toy with curiosity. It looked to be 7.5 inches and it wasn't too thick. The straps looked comfortable and Hermione smiled in satisfaction. "Words, Fleur."
"Yes, I like that size, sometimes longer but never too thick." Fleur spoke gasping and Hermione looked at her curiously.
"This is how it will happen, Fleur. You will sit on the edge of the bed." Hermione spoke, taking a half step back and allowing Fleur to sit. "I'm going to stand between your legs and you're going to be a good girl and use that mouth and those hands to take all my clothes off." Fleur moaned loudly and she shuddered in anticipation. "After that you will get up and I will slowly take that dress off your body, kneel in front of you and eat your pussy. And believe me, it will be so good that you will not want me to stop." She pulled the blonde in for a warm kiss and smiled dirtily when she heard her moan and gasp. "After that I'm going to lay you on the bed, tie your hands and your legs and then I'm going to fuck you with my fingers, then the toy. I'm going to mark your body and tell you how good you are being."
"Yes, please, yes..."
"And lastly, I'm gonna ride your mouth until I come."
Fleur moaned loudly and whimpered at the thought. Hermione approached and stood in between Fleurs legs. The blonde had the dress high on her thighs, with her legs as wide as possible for the brunette to stay there. Fleur's hands slowly began to undo the buttons, one by one Hermione's skin was being revealed. Fleur's mouth, as ordered, made contact with the skin just below Hermione's left breast.
The Gryffindor's right hand went up to Fleur's head, but not with the intention of forcing or guiding. She just held her hair tightly. Suddenly she pulled Fleur's mouth away from her skin and forced the blonde to look at her.
"Did I say to take my clothes off or just open my shirt?" Hermione growled and Fleur whimpered.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm going to be good." Fleur spoke quickly and her hands started to move again. She grabbed the lapels of her T-shirt and pulled it under her shoulders. The cuffs passed quickly over Hermione's hands, and the shirt fell to the floor. Fleur's mouth went up, and her curious fingers quickly released her bra. The Veela hesitated slightly to approach the nipples, since she had not been ordered to do so. Hermione seeing the hesitation smiled predatorily.
"Good girl, you can use your mouth now." Her mouth made immediate contact with the nearest nipple, sucking and licking. Hermione threw her head back in a long moan. "Fuck, good girl. Keep using your hands." Fleur nodded against the skin of Hermione's breast and her hands went quickly to open the button and the zipper of her pants. Before long Hermione was out of her clothes, which were all scattered around the room, and Fleur was enjoying herself licking and sucking the marks on Hermione's hips.
The Gryffindor pulled the blonde so that she was on her feet. Their mouths joined together with speed, and Hermione's hands started to pull the dress down. Fleur's breasts were free of a bra, and that was something that met great approval from the brunette. She sucked and bit hard on her nipple, pulling on it and making Fleur moan loudly. The brunette's hands were greedy and she quickly pushed her panties down. The brunette took a step back and Fleur was left standing there with only her heels on.
"You are magnificent." Hermione gasped and the Veela moaned loudly when the brunette knelt in front of her. "Spread your legs apart."
"Hermione, please?" Fleur pleaded, her legs parted slightly and the blonde's hand found support in the dresser beside the bed.
"Beg a little more and maybe you will win." Her mouth came up provocatively on Fleur's thighs, the blonde gasped loudly and moved excitedly.
"Please? I'm begging you, please make me come in your mouth, I want to come so badly for you, Hermione. Please?" The speech was quick and between moans, and Hermione smiled contentedly. Hermione’s mouth made direct contact with her wet pussy.
Fleur was stilted, her clitoris stiff, and she almost fell when Hermione's tongue made contact. She moaned loudly and arched, rubbing her pussy against Hermione's mouth.
The Gryffindor was relentless. It was about making Fleur come for her. She sucked, nibbled, licked and penetrated the blonde with her tongue. The blonde was so lost in herself that she barely saw that the handle on the drawer to which she was clinging simply broke, as she squeezed the plastic material. The blonde came, arching, gasping and moaning Hermione's name out loud. The Gryffindor's hands were against Fleur's ass, guiding her to sit and then gently turned the blonde to lie down.
"Color?"
"Green." Fleur gasped with her eyes closed, lying on her back on the bed. "So green, go on, please, please!”
Fleur pleaded, moaning loudly, and she gasped for a long time when Hermione's hands grabbed hers and lifted over her head. The Gryffindor pulled the Veela down a little, so that she could have easier access to the headboard. She took two of the shorter strings and tied the Veela's hands up easily. Fleur gradually tested how tight the ties were, and Hermione made sure that the ropes could be easily loosened and then tied them up again.
The Englishwoman was filled with excitement. It had been a long time since she had the pleasure of putting together a bondage scene like that. The anticipation for the moorings to be made was making them both more excited and wet. Hermione looked at Fleur's legs and thought for a moment. She first took one of the ropes and tied her bent leg, calf against her thigh. She did this on both legs, preventing Fleur from opening her legs.
"How flexible are you?" Hermione's question was so direct that Fleur just moaned loudly. Hermione took a moment to take off the high heels.
"I was a ballet dancer." She gasped and Hermione continued to look at her. "I'm very flexible, do what you want with me, but for the love of the goddesses please fuck me..." She moaned in almost despair, and Hermione smiled predatorily.
The brunette followed the mooring. With the last two ropes she made a mooring against the ropes in Fleur's leg, and pulled the cut to the head of the bed. The movement forced the Veela to spread her legs wide. The ropes held her legs high and open.
"But aren't you a delicious feast? I'm going to have a lot of fun with you." Hermione grabbed the strap-on and smiled dirty. "Good girl." Hermione said when she saw that Fleur was panting softly and sweating in anticipation. "First I'm going to put this on, Fleur, then I'm going to stretch your wet pussy with my fingers, until I can get all this toy here in only one motion inside you."
"Please? I want this so much, please ... I will be good, I am your good girl, please." Fleur pleaded minisculely, and Hermione nodded. She put on the strap-on and knelt between Fleur's legs. She leaned over and bit the woman's thigh hard, the Veela screamed loudly and almost came when she saw the Englishwoman's teeth mark there.
The Gryffindor slowly teased the wet pussy with her fingertips. She brushed her lips, the clitoris, all the skin around her lips, slowly opened Fleur's pussy with two fingers on each side. Each touch made the Frenchwoman more and more wet and desperate.
The writer then, with the index finger of each hand, began to penetrate Fleur's pussy, she made small and light movements, as if she was stretching Fleur’s entrance sideways.
"Oh, fuck, no one ever did that before, oh, my, goddess! Yes please yes." Hermione was penetrating slowly and deeply, her fingers practically opening Fleur's pussy laterally with each withdrawal of her fingers. Two fingers quickly became four and Hermione started making scissor movements with the middle and index fingers and also maintained the previous movement. "Can I come, please?" She pleaded with a sob.
"Yes, you don't need permission, yet. Just come." Fleur threw her head back and groaned loudly. Fleur tried to pull the restraints but fell limp against the mattress. Hermione continued to tease the clitoris and quickly the blonde was arching against the bed. "Good girl"
"Oh, goddesses, you are so good at this, oh my god!" Fleur almost came when three fingers were pushed hard inside her. She held her orgasm for three more deep, quick thrusts that Hermione did, and then she came bombastically against Hermione's fingers.
"Such a good girl for me. Color?" Hermione asked, biting Fleur's other thigh firmly.
"Green! Fuck me with the toy, please fuck me!" Fleur pleaded in a whining tone. "I'm so open and so wet for you, I've never been so wet before, damn it, all for you. I'm your good girl." She spoke by arching her torso and moaning when Hermione sucked on a nipple and then kissed her deeply.
The Gryffindor took a position, rubbing the toy slowly through the wet folds. The toy went into a single lunge and suddenly, Fleur came minisculely when that happened and Hermione barely waited, as she started to stock up hard and with speed.
The Veela was lost in her orgasms. She had already lost count of how many there had been, and was just accepting that Hermione was breaking and rebuilding her.
"Such a good girl, come again for me, come." The order came firm and Fleur simply relented, she came hard and felt the vision darken. Hermione saw the Veela blinking unfocused for several moments, she carefully untied Fleur and pulled the blonde against her chest.
"Oh, fuck, Hermione, didn't you say you're going to come in my mouth? Please? I'm a good girl, I want you to come so badly for me, please?" She pleaded almost desperately and Hermione pretended to think for a long moment.
"Hmm ... You really deserve it, you were so good for me." Fleur nodded quickly and lay on her back, positioning herself further down on the bed. "You are a good girl. You came so beautifully. You are so wonderfully beautiful. I have never seen a girl as good as you. I will let you eat my pussy and I will come for you as your reward for being a good girl for me. " She spoke with eyes shining dirty.
"Please, I want you so much, please, make me yours please." Fleur gasped and moaned when Hermione's legs were on either side of the blonde's head.
"Eat me out." Hermione snarled and Fleur grabbed the brunette's hips and pulled her close. She began to actively rub herself against the blonde's mouth and chin.
The Gryffindor folds were open, and she was wet and hot against Fleur's mouth. The Veela's tongue rubbed hard and fast against Hermione's pussy.
It took very little. The brunette grabbed Fleur's head, pulling the blonde firmly against her pussy. She moaned loudly, throwing her head back and arching. The Veela's hands went up quickly against Hermione's body. Hermione kept moving, rubbing and cumming against Fleur's mouth. Her moans took over the room, and the two fell exhausted against the mattress.
They kissed deeply and Hermione released the knots of the headboard, put things back in place and looked at Fleur. The blonde was just laying down, exhausted and her body all full of marks. Hermione bent over and kissed each strand mark against Fleur's skin. They kissed for a long time, and Fleur was feeling relaxed, as she laid against the brunette's body and sighed happily.
"You are such a good girl for me, good girl, so good girl." Hermione whispered and then they kissed.
"Thank you, I've wanted this so much for so long, I'm so deliciously fucking exhausted. Spend the night?" She asked with a satisfied sigh, and Hermione rolled the blonde onto her side and hugged her from behind.
"Let's go to sleep. Tomorrow I'm going to make you pancakes and we can do something together." Hermione spoke relaxed and smiled.
"It's a date." Fleur spoke visibly happily and settled her back against Hermione's front.
"It's a date." Hermione sighed and kissed Fleur's shoulder. "Good night, pretty." The Veela did not respond. She only echoed lightly, falling asleep.