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The sun was beaming down on the residents of Godric's Hollow.
Sweaty adults and their rowdy, energetic kids littered the community pools, running and screaming as they played. Ice cream, soda and an ice-cold beer worked wonders for those enduring the July heat this fine Saturday. Fathers could be seen on the grill everywhere you looked.
Everyone was enjoying themselves, relaxing and enjoying the chilled water of the gigantic pool and the warm rays of the London sun.
Everyone, except Pansy Parkinson.
The mother of two was currently spread out on a sun lounger, margarita in hand and a stylish pair of sunglasses perched atop her nose. Her black two-piece swimsuit left little to the imagination and was perfect for catching that perfect golden-bronze summer tan. Which was coming along nicely, she might add.
She sipped her cocktail, watchful eyes trained on her object of desire. Sunglasses hid her emerald-green eyes as she stalked her prey, the glass in front of her mouth obscuring her smirk as she gazed at her target. And what a target it was.
Hermione Granger. 22 years old. Fresh out of college with a degree in English Literature and an intense drive for success. Future prospects lined themselves up for the girl, Pansy being one of them. The gorgeous girl was a beauty to behold with the brains to accompany her alluring persona. Soft, curly, golden-brown locks and chocolate brown eyes. Tanned skin that looked almost edible, and a splash of freckles that melted into her lithe form. On her ribcage was a tattoo. A black and green snake, coiling itself into a ball and perched atop what looked like a book. An odd choice, but one that Pansy found extremely attractive. The girl was absolutely delicious.
And she was an alpha. A tall, hot, virile alpha. She was majestic, and Pansy wanted her.
Pansy breathed deeply through her nose as the girl strutted around the pool, telescopic pole in hand. Barefoot, clad in only a black sports bra and bright red shorts. Tight, form-fitting shorts. She expertly cleaned the pool, flexing her arms as she moved the pool around and around. Muscles flexed and moved as if begging to be touched. Hermione was fit; a favourable trait acquired from years of athletics and gym training in college. The tanned girl wiped a drop of sweat from her forehead, and the mother of two wished that was her tongue running across the smooth, silky skin.
Jet-black hair was pushed back as Pansy lifted up her shades. To get a better look, of course. The green-eyed woman watched the graduate as she plucked a leaf from the cleaning pole and took another sip of her cocktail. It was nearly finished. God, she was thirsty.
She waited until the brown-eyed girl looked her way, and then got up from the lounger.
Slowly, and carefully. Hermione watched as Pansy stood up from her chair and stretched. The movement caused the older woman’s toned stomach to stretch, and her backside to be pronounced as she lifted her arms into the air. The former athlete gulped inconspicuously at the sight before her, her underwear a bit tighter as she stared at the divorced mother. Pansy looked over her shoulder and winked at Hermione with a devious smirk. She made her way into the house, swaying her hips as she went.
Hermione was certain Pansy had been trying to seduce her for the past 6 weeks but made no move to substantiate her suspicions. Pansy, no, Miss Parkinson was her employee. It would be inappropriate to initiate anything sexual with her, she reasoned. Coupled with the fact that she was a recently divorced mother of two and 10 years her senior; the cons heavily outweighed the pros should anything emerge between the two of them.
But oh, how she wanted something to emerge between them.
Pansy was beautiful. Smart, attractive, a good mother and a successful businesswoman. And an omega. An unmated, unsatisfied omega who was spewing her pheromones in Hermione’s direction every chance she got. It always got the alpha riled up, as intended. Six long weeks this has been happening. She didn’t know how much longer she could last.
Raking the pole through the shimmering pool water, Hermione was yanked out of her mind by a feminine voice calling her. She looked up from the water towards the sound. Pansy was beckoning her over, a glass of lemonade in hand. Hermione dropped the pole next to the pool and walked over to the awaiting woman. Pansy noted the way Hermione’s abs moved as she walked, and a warm sensation settled deeply in her body. The older woman fanned herself as she gawked, hotter than the July sun could ever make her.
Time to lay it on thick, she thought determinably.
“Gosh, it sure is sweltering today, hey. I thought you could use a little break. You look so hot working in the sun, you must be burning up. Here, have some lemonade.” Pansy said sweetly, eyeing the girl as she took the glass. “I made it myself,” she added with a playful wink.
“Thank you, Miss Parkinson,” Hermione said with a bright smile. She sipped her lemonade, a drop of the cold drink dripping down her chin and onto her cleavage. Pansy shuddered, clearing her throat to remain inconspicuous.
Waving her hand dismissively, Pansy replied in a blasé sort of way, “Oh, please. Call me Pansy. I think we’re well past the point of formalities, don’t you?” The raven-haired woman sipped her margarita as she eyed the younger girl, waiting for her to agree.
A beat, and then Hermione nodded slowly. “Yes, I think so too. Thank you for the drink, Pansy.”
Bingo.
“Why don’t you sit down for a bit. Relax darling, you look tense.” Pansy said with a smirk
Hermione’s shoulders nearly reached her neck with anxiety. The older woman was pumping out tonnes of pheromones. Jasmine and citrus permeated the air; a scent that would have the girl melting if not for the restraint she was currently implementing to not throw herself at the omega and take her right there on the sun lounger. She was grateful for the shade the umbrella afforded her. It too helped to keep her raging hormones at bay.
“I’m fine Miss Park- uh, Pansy. Just the heat is a bit… intense.” Hermione said awkwardly, sipping her lemonade as she avoided eye contact with her employer’s emerald-green orbs. The lemonade was good, she surmised. Hermione licked the sweet-sour beverage off her lips and sighed blissfully.
Pansy mimicked the younger girl, blissful for entirely different reasons. “Oh yes. In fact I’d say it’s scorching. Drink up, hey. I’d hate to wear you out.”
Hermione chocked on her lemonade, spraying a bit down her chin and onto the ground. She coughed violently, slapping her chest as she tried to recover. The innuendo had the girl imagining a plethora of vivid scenarios in which the older woman could wear her out. And she desperately wanted Pansy to wear her out.
“Oh my gosh, Hermione are you okay?” Pansy asked, faux concern coating her voice. She got up from her chair and sat down on the lounger Hermione was currently seated on and began to lightly tap the brown-eyed girl’s back. Hermione choked out a soft ‘I’m okay’ between coughs, clearing her throat to rid her airway of any excess liquid.
Pansy smiled softly, mischief remaining in her eyes. “You should be careful when drinking. I know you’re really thirsty and the lemonade is quite tempting, but you should always take it slow.”
Brown met green as Pansy said the word 'thirsty’, a cool, pale hand on hot, tanned skin. Pansy caressed the young girl’s thigh for less than a second; a fleeting touch that could be passed off as a mere pat on the leg. But Hermione felt it. The soft, delicate fingers sensually caressing her toned thigh.
The graduate nodded, enforcing eye contact with the mother of two. A hundred thoughts swam through Hermione’s head. She contemplated the consequences of sleeping with one’s employer; a rich, divorced mother of two, 10 years her senior. A summer fling seemed the most logical outcome should anything occur between them. It would last for a few weeks, and Hermione would start her new job in Scotland in August and Pansy would resume work at her company. Things could never work out for them in the long run. And Hermione found she didn’t quite care.
Long legs sauntered over to their personal sun lounger, throwing their owner down with a soft thud. Pansy sighed deeply, an air of drama to her exhale. She removed her sunglasses from her head and placed them down on the cocktail table next to her. Toned legs crossed themselves over, pedicured toenails red to match manicured fingernails. The mother of two was exceptionally gorgeous, and she used her assets to her advantage. She was shamelessly seducing the younger woman, and she was loving it.
“Well now I’m exhausted. This sun is just so hot, and I’m sweating all over. I need to cool down.” Pansy fanned herself as she spoke, glancing at Hermione as she spoke. The tanned girl was eyeing the older woman up, hungry eyes raking up still pale skin with fervour. She was giving off pheromones of her own, a mixture of lavender and honeycrisp apples. Pansy inhaled deeply, the sweet scent stimulating her senses and elevating her arousal. “Unless you have another suggestion, Hermione.”
The look in Pansy’s eyes was devilish, borderline daring.
Hermione couldn’t take it any longer. Her sanity broke, and she decided then and there that she had to take this woman. Rough, hard and fast.
The younger woman pounced on her employer, straddling her waist as she looked into her eyes. Green eyes full of lust stared back into chocolate brown pools of want and desire. Pansy could feel Hermione’s erection on her leg.
Oh God I’m really doing this. The tanned girl’s head was pounding, a million thoughts running through her head. She ignored them all once she saw the look in Pansy’s eyes.
“Kiss me.”
Hermione obliged, attacking Pansy’s lips with her own in a desperate, almost feral manner. A deep moan resonated in the alpha’s throat as she moved her lips in tandem with the omega’s, breathing in her flowery scent. Teeth and tongues collided in a frenzy as Hermione shoved her tongue into Pansy’s mouth, savouring the fruity flavour of her margarita. Heat travelled between the two as Pansy grasped Hermione’s hips roughly, moaning loudly at the feeling of soft lips on hers. Weeks of sexual tension was released between them, evaporating into the air in a mixture of sweat and lust. Hermione’s strong scent aroused a pool in Pansy’s bikini, fabric damp and slick. Large hands grasped raven hair and pale skin as she kissed the older woman, lost in the sensation. The brunette’s shorts were unbearably tight, her cock begging to be released.
The pair broke apart for a second to breathe, colliding once again in a sloppy, wet kiss full of fevered lust. Pansy pulled away from the strong alpha for a moment, a deed she absolutely dreaded. Foreheads rested against one another, and Pansy said, “Let’s take this upstairs, I wanna savour you properly.” Thank God the kids were at Daphne’s for the day.
Hermione had other ideas. “Not yet.” She smirked and licked her lips. “First,” she began, slowly pulling Pansy’s bikini bottoms down her smooth, long legs, “I want to eat you out. Right here, on this lounger.” A kiss to a toned calf. “I want to taste you,” Another kiss to Pansy’s inner right thigh, “while you lie here, for all to see,” Pansy moaned, breathy and raspy, “Would you like that?”
Pansy did. “Yes,” she said eagerly.
In just a moment, Hermione had managed to reduce the omega to a needy, pathetic mess. A bottom. Pansy was a bottom. A devilishly flirtatious tease, but a bottom.
Hermione grinned cheekily, fuelled by the stir in her cock and Pansy’s desperation. So beautiful.
Pink flesh glistened in the summer sun, wet and sticky. Hermione ran her finger through the slick folds, causing a shiver to run down Pansy’s spine. The older woman was waxed clean, a fact Hermione liked as it allowed her to see Pansy in all her glory. The raven-haired woman moaned softly, eyes fixated on the brown-eyed girls long fingers as she rubbed her clit.
“You’re so wet. Is this all for me?” Hermione asked, voice deep and raspy. Fingers danced around Pansy’s clit, teasing and aggravating.
“Yes. Yes it’s all for you, alpha.” Pansy choked out in a breathy drawl. She bucked her hips to get more friction, her core aching for Hermione’s touch. She needed to cum so badly. So little touching, and she was embarrassingly close to the edge. So much for teasing her, she thought dejectedly.
“Well, I shouldn’t let it go to waste then.”
Pansy prepared herself for the feel of Hermione’s tongue on her heat.
It was in vain. Hot, wet, velvety flesh caressed Pansy’s clit in a blinding flash of pure pleasure. Pansy arched her back and bucked her hips, mind sent into overdrive. “Fuck.” She said breathily. Hermione’s tongue swirled around the swollen nub, sucking slowly as she gripped Pansy’s legs tightly. Desperate moans left the older woman’s mouth as Hermione dragged her tongue through her folds, teasing her entrance. She gripped golden brown locks, tugging like a mad woman as they maddening tongue riled up her pleasure.
Pansy’s core ached for release, a thousand nerve endings on fire as the pleasure seared her spine and heated her flesh. “Ah- fuck. So good. You’re doing so good.” She moaned, words tumbling out breathlessly as Pansy fought to keep her composure. Hermione thrust her tongue into Pansy’s dripping centre, flicking and wiggling the velvety vice to make Pansy scream. The girl’s scalp burned at the incessant tugging, a smirk evident on her face. She caused Pansy to feel such pleasure. The thought made her achingly hard, her cock begging to be released, aching for attention from the omega.
Raw ecstacy filled the older woman’s body, made worse by the younger girls tongue in her pussy. She struggled to keep her hips still, arching and writhing like a maniac. Loud whines left her mouth in a chorus, chest heaving and panting.
“Keep going – don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop” Filthy moans drive Hermione to work harder, tongue swirling vigorously inside Pansy. She focused her attention on the green-eyed woman’s clit, placing her lips expertly around the throbbing, swollen pearl.
With a hum, she pressed her mouth against Pansy’s clit with pressure and sucked.
Blinding ecstacy washed over Pansy, her body coiling tightly and releasing in a powerful display of desperate pleasure. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” The older woman was drunk on the feeling of her orgasm, eyes rolled back and hips bucking violently. She pulled at Hermione’s hair, trying to anchor herself to reality lest she float away.
Fresh air breathed itself back into Pansy’s foggy mind, a welcome reprieve to the overwhelming heat she felt just a moment ago. Her breathing settled, heart rate slowing down. Hermione rose up from the woman’s satiated core, mouth glistening with Pansy’s cum all over her face. A large hand rubbed the juices off her face, Hermione sucking Pansy’s pleasure into her greedy mouth. The sight made Pansy’s pupils dilate, her belly filling with need once again. So hot.
“You taste so good,” Hermione said, cocky and with a smirk on her face.
Pansy let out a laugh, and stood up from the lounger. Her legs were like jelly, warm and unstable as she stood. “Come on. You can fuck me properly in bed.” She grabbed Hermione’s arm, guiding her to the house.
“Properly? I just gave you one of the best orgasms I’ve given anyone before. And with just my tongue, by the way.” Hermione said in disbelief.
Pansy turned back to the alpha, placing a kiss on her lips and whispering against them “That was great, thank you. But I need your cock, darling. I need you to fuck me with your very being. Think you can do that?” The eye contact between them was electrifying.
“Fuck yes, I can.” The alpha nodded determinedly, eager and willing to bring the omega the best pleasure she had ever experienced.
A smirk played on devilishly red lips. “Good. Let’s go then, alpha”
The word ‘alpha’ nearly sent Hermione into overdrive, the pleasure centre in her brain stimulated. Her cock strained painfully in her tight shorts, twitching at the idea of soon being inside the omega. Pansy dragged the graduate up the stairs and into her bedroom, shutting the door out of habit. No one was home. They could make as much noise as they wanted. Hermione vowed to do just that.
“On the bed, baby.”
Pansy happily complied, settling in the middle of the king sized bed, perched against the pillows. Hermione pulled off her sports bra and rid herself of her shorts. Caramel mounds were gorgeous on her chest, nipples hard and a beautiful light brown colour. Pansy nearly drooled at the sight. The image of sculpted abs and perky breasts was a sight to behold, and had Pansy reeling.
With lust coursing through her veins, she reached behind her back to untie her bikini top. The younger girl stopped her just in time with a firm “No, let me”. Long, slender fingers unhooked the top and disposed of it over broad, sun-kissed shoulders.
Pansy’s breasts were breath-taking. Pale, milky skin was soft and smooth over small, perky mounds. Nipple hard and pink, they were smaller than Hermione’s but just as satisfying to look at as the smiling alpha. Hermione excitedly lowered herself and took one of the pretty nipples into her hot mouth. She lapped hungrily on the hard mound, moaning happily at the taste. Pansy groaned at the sensation, throwing her head back with a sharp moan. The older woman felt two fingers enter her open mouth, and a command to suck. She obeyed, and felt the wet fingers on her other nipple, circling playfully. The stimulus was deliciousness, and Pansy felt her core throb excitedly. Dark, deep pools of warmth settled in her lower stomach, coiling tightly and waiting to be released. Hermione ran a finger over her pulsating clit, and Pansy’s breath stilled at the feeling.
“Hermione, please. Fuck me.” Whiny desperation filled Pansy’s voice, coated in honey and sex. The sound almost made Hermione cum right there in her briefs. Quickly, she pulled herself away from the panting woman and pulled her underwear off.
A thick, long, veiny cock sprang forth, ready for whatever may come. Green eyes gazed upon the beautiful shaft. It was a gorgeous tanned colour, with a deep red tip. The tip was leaking pre-cum, the sticky substance causing the tip of the shaft to shine. Pansy licked her lips at the sight. She bent forward towards the alpha perched on her knees and grasped the thick shaft in her hand. Hermione inhaled through her teeth at the touch, cold hands enveloping her cock and pumping experimentally. The sensation of cool fingers on her heated cock caused Hermione to shiver.
Pansy licked the slit of the cock, dragging the tip up and down before putting the entire head in her mouth. Hermione moaned softly, eyes trained on the older woman sucking her cock. The feeling was incredible, waves of pleasure coursing through her spine and into her legs. It felt wonderful, and the alpha’s senses heightened at the pressure of the omega’s hands.
The raven-haired woman bobbed her head up and down enthusiastically, gagging sounds leaving her mouth as twisted and stroked the throbbing cock. The taste of Hermione was spectacular, salty and musky and delicious. She loved it. She wanted to know what Hermione tasted like, what she looked like when the girl came down her throat. The thought made her pussy clench around nothing, walls hungry for a thick, hard cock to swallow eagerly.
Hermione mewled desperately at the wet tongue and velvety throat around her cock. She felt her balls tighten, heavy with the promise of a hefty load of her cum, ready to burst forth. The vision of Pansy covered in her cum had her mind reeling, and the alpha came with a deep groan, cum springing forth and running down Pansy’s throat.
Hermione was beautiful when she came, thought Pansy. She swallowed the load enthusiastically, happy that she could taste Hermione before the brown-eyed girl fucked her. Salty, sweet flavour coated her tongue. Hermione tasted good, and Pansy found she could do this forever if such a delicious gift was presented to her every time.
A breathless Hermione pulled the older woman away from her softened member, catching her breath as she sat down next to the woman in bed. It’s a miracle her legs didn’t give out the moment she had that explosive orgasm. Thank God for leg day.
“That was amazing,” Hermione said in between breaths. “Just give me a minute to catch my breath, and then I’m all yours again.” The alpha smirked at the omega.
Pansy was unbearably wet. Sucking the alpha’s cock had her on the verge of insanity. She groaned at needing to wait for the alpha to fuck her.
Hermione saw this and shot up with a newfound sense of energy and determination. She got up from the bed, and instructed the omega to lay on her back towards the edge of the bed. The bed was the perfect height for Hermione to fuck Pansy while standing on the ground. That way she could use all her strength to give Pansy the best fucking she ever experienced.
Hermione grabbed the older woman by her waist, dragging her forward so that their centres met. Perfect.
The alpha ran her index finger through slick folds, popping the digit into her mouth and sucking it clean. Pansy moaned at the sight. The alpha was so fucking hot and Pansy was nearly feral with want.
“Please, alpha. Please fuck me. Fill me. Fill me with your cock. Fill me with your cum.” The filthy talk caused Pansy’s own arousal to skyrocket, slick dripping down her folds in excess.
“You want me to fill you with my cum, baby?”
“Yes – please.” Pansy said, whining. Her eyes were closed due to the sheer arousal and anticipation she felt.
“You want my cock inside your pretty little pussy?”
Hermione was cocky, smirking as she teased the green-eyed woman. Despite needing to sheath herself inside the omega she still found the time to tease her.
“Yes, yes. I want your cock. I want you to cum inside me, please. Please fuck me.” Pansy was nearly on the verge of tears, clit throbbing and walls aching for the alpha to fill her. To touch her, cum inside her.
“Since you asked so nicely, baby.”
The alpha lined her thick cock up with Pansy’s dripping centre. Slowly, she entered her. The sensation caused Pansy to roll her eyes back, muscles stiff at the overwhelming feeling. God she’s big. Inch by inch, Hermione sheathed her cock inside Pansy’s heat. Silky walls squeezed the alpha’s shaft, drawing her in like a seductive siren.
So tight.
Fully sheathed, Pansy gasped at the feeling of being so full. The alpha was the biggest she ever had, and it had her seeing stars. She was ready for the alpha to dominate her. “Okay, you can move now.”
The alpha began to moved slowly, pulling her cock out till only the tip was left inside, and then slowly thrusting back in. The slick from the omega’s pussy helped the process, making it easier to fuck the older woman and enhancing the experience. Faster and faster, Hermione thrust into the omega, determined to bring them to a peak. Weeks of sexual frustration brimmed on the surface, ready to explode.
“Fuck – you feel so good. So wet. You’re squeezing me so tight, baby.” The alpha thrust furiously, cock pistoning the omega’s dripping wet core. In and out, lewd, wet slapping sounds filled the air and fuelled the alpha. Skin met skin in an explosive show of pure, unadulterated passion. The omega moaned loudly, obscene moans tumbling from her mouth.
“Ah – yes. Ah. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
Pansy’s tits jiggled up and down at the thrusting motion, pale mounds bouncing as Hermione pounded into her. The younger girl was transfixed on the beautiful sight, in awe of the bouncing tits. She leaned down to suck on a pert nipple, tongue lapping at the pink nub. Heavy panting permeated the air, scents of lavender and citrus pushing the pair towards promised satisfaction and ecstacy.
The bed shifted back at the force of Hermione’s thrusting. Her cock was pulsing with pleasure, ready to explode. She watched as her length disappeared inside the omega’s silky pussy with each thrust, amazed that such a large object could fit inside such a tight channel. The visual sent a shiver down her spine, legs burning with exertion and sexual energy. Pansy ran a hand down the alpha’s sweaty abs, feeling the rippling muscles beneath her fingers, before placing them on the bed and gripping the bed sheets.
“Fil- ah- fill me alpha. Nngh – cum inside me," Pansy groaned between words, struggling to speak through the onslaught on her aching pussy. Drool dripped out the side of her mouth, the pleasure of Hermione’s cock inside her so fucking good. The familiar tightening in her core peaked around the corner, winding itself tightly in her belly, warm and soothing.
The younger girl continued to thrust vigorously, cock desperate for relief. She took the omega’s juices from around her cock, and rubbed the older woman’s swollen clit.
“I’m gonna cum – I’m gonna cu-“
Pansy screamed, the coil of pleasure in her belly unleashing itself in a blinding flash of hot, white pleasure. Her toes curled and eyes rolled to the back of her head, back arching off the bed. Waves of pleasure ran through her muscles, calming her frenzied mind with a sweet, sweet orgasm.
The feel of velvety walls clenching around Hermione’s hard length caused the alpha to explode. Thick ropes of cum spilled into the omega’s silky walls, covering them with creamy, hot cum that felt like heaven inside the panting omega. Pansy shook at the feeling, warmth filling her insides deliciously.
The alpha gave a few extra thrusts, ensuring all her cum coated the omega’s walls. Pulling out, she collapsed next to the older woman on the bed, trying to catch her breath. Pansy panted beside her, breath hard and pulse erratic. Turning to Hermione, she gave the alpha a kiss on the lips, mouth moving graciously with the younger woman’s. Their combined tastes flowed between them, sweet and oh so delicious.
“That was amazing. Best fuck ever.” Pansy said with a smirk.
Hermione returned her smirk with one of her own. “I take great pride in that.” She moved over the bed, perching herself against the headboard. The image was unbearably sexy, Hermione in all her naked glory on Pansy’s expensive bedsheets.
She wanted to do this again. They needed to do this again.
10 minutes later, and they did.