Horny Hermione Slughorns Slut
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Introduction: So begins the sexual misadventures of Horny Hermione at Hogwarts. This is the plant that started it all. DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. These stories are strictly for entertainment purposes. Dont sue me, I have no money.
NOTE: So I rewrote this story trying to find some of my mistakes. I am looking for beta readers. If anyone is interested, please let me know.
WARNING: These stories are just fantasies but well be dealing with mind-control, non-consent, public sex, and whatever else I want to right. Heed any warnings I put up. Ill try to make each story in the series a stand-alone so if you dont like something happening in it, you can just go to the next story. I will be altering facts to suit my purposes. This is Hermiones 7th year. Book 7 hasnt happened. So theyre all at the school. McGonagall is headmistress, Snape teaches DADA and was never seen killing Dumbledore, etc. Hermione is 17 years old in this and shell always be with older men, Lucius, teachers, etc. If thats not what youre looking for, this isnt the story for you.
Body Modification: Big Breasts
Monster : Plant
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Lucius Malfoy smirked as he watched Madam Rosmertas head bob up and down on his cock. Shed been resistant at first but with a little coaxing from the Himeros Orchid, shed become quite a willing little fuck toy.
While she was older than he was aiming for, shed been an excellent test subject to insure the orchid did everything it had promised. Watching Rosmertas blonde curls bounce as she sucked his dick, he had no doubt it had.
Banned in most civilized countries, the Himeros Orchid was a very special breed. It would lay dormant until a good rain shower or watering. Once awakened, its pollen was a powerful aphrodisiac. While its victim was distracted by maddening lust, the orchids smooth roots would capture them. Then, it was too late and the side effects Lucius bent down and squeezed one of Rosmertas new F-sized breasts were quite pleasing and delightfully permanent.
Soon Hermione Granger should be watering her new little gift. The thought of what was about to happen to the little mudblood made him groan.
Hermione was the brains of Potters little gang. Put her out of commission and the Wizarding World would fall to the Dark Lord.
He just had to show the mudblood exactly where she belonged. On her back while he and the other Death Eaters pounded into her tight, young pussy.
Groaning at the thought, he cam in Rosmertas hungry mouth.
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Hermione gave Errol, the Weasley familys ancient owl, some water as he wheezed on the window seal of her Head Girl room.
Making sure he was okay, she sent him off to the Hogwarts Owlery to recover and picked up the tall, rectangular box hed delivered. More treats from Mrs. Weasley?
Unwrapping the brown paper parcel, she reached inside, pulling out a beautiful orchid. She wasnt exactly a flower expert so she couldnt say what kind it was, but it was lovely. White petals speckled with pink, going into a darker pink center and lips. It wasnt in a pot like most plants but rather a tall, cylindrical vase with its ashy green roots curled up all around it, the thicker ones growing up and over the pot.
So pretty, she whispered, wondering why the Weasleys would send her such a gift. Sweets she was used to, but an orchid?
Looking inside the box once more, she found a letter. To her surprise it was Mr Weasley not Mrs. Weasley whod sent the gift.
Dear Hermione,
This is a little something from Molly and I to congratulate you on being named Head Girl. We couldnt have been prouder if it had been Ron.
This is a rare orchid that we stumbled upon in Diagon Alley. Has some sort of Greek name. Cant quite remember. The florist said to be sure to water it right away when it arrives if the roots are looking too light. Fill the vase up half way and let it sit for half an hour.
All the best and looking forward to seeing you soon.
Author Weasley
How nice, Hermione mused, looking at the orchid once more. Rare, huh? They shouldnt have spent so much.
Looking around her quiet room, she smiled. It was so bazaar having a room all to herself at Hogwarts. There were definite perks to being Head Girl. Her own bedroom and private bath for starters.
Picking up the surprisingly light pot, Hermione carried it into the bathroom to give the flower a drink. Filling the vase up just as instructed, she sat it down in front of the mirror feeling giddy. No one had given her flowers before and this one was just so lovely.
Deciding to break in her new bathtub while the plant had a drink, she filled the tub with warm water before shedding her school uniform and sliding in.
The hot water felt good after the long train ride from London.
My last year, she mused, swirling her hands through the bubbles. She was excited but also a little saddened by the thought.
Resting her head on the back of the claw foot tub, she closed her eyes just enjoying the water and the strawberry-scented bubble bath.
She could have laid there for hours and might have if not for a strange tickling sensation at her feet. Twitching her foot, she tried to knock it away but a moment later it was there again.
Opening her eyes, she gasped in horror as she saw a giant orchid blossom hovering above her. Her gaze darted toward the vase, only to find that the lovely flower had shot up at least ten feet from it, its vines slithering toward her.
The orchid blossom seemed to shake its head, sprinkling pink pollen over her face and breasts. Her blood ran hot. Her nipples hardened to sensitive nubs and her pussy tingled.
What was wrong with her?
Feeling something slide up her legs and over her thighs, she looked down. Large, thick green roots speckled with white had snaked their way into her bath and were working their way up her legs and toward her aching pussy.
Part of her longed for them to touch her, to spread herself so that they could relieve this ache building inside her. But that was wrong!
Slamming her knees closed to stop their progress, she opened her mouth to scream. It came out as a moan. Looking down in disbelief, she saw two smaller orchid blossom latched onto her breasts, sucking at her nipples. Sweet Merlin, it felt good.
No, she moaned. She knew it was wrong. She shouldnt be taking pleasure from this but the sensation of two mouths sucking and biting her breasts was so delicious. In her haze, she thought she actually saw her boobs looked bigger. It was almost as though with every sucking motion, the flower was causing them to grow larger and larger until they were the size of melons.
The roots at her legs wrenched her thighs apart. Dont. The protest was weaker now. She gripped the side of the tub to keep herself from messaging her own clit. Her body craved an orgasm but her mind knew she shouldnt.
The plant, however, had no such misgivings as one of the roots flicked across her clit. Hermione groaned in pleasure, her hips bucking. Shed never been touched like this before. Sure, shed fooled around with Viktor but theyd never gone this far.
The root was miraculous as it fingered her.
Another small blossom inched its way over the lip of the tub. Hermione vaguely noticed how much it looked like a strange mouth and cunt combo. It slid up her legs and Hermione opened her knees wider in anticipation.
It didnt matter if it was wrong. It felt so good.
The blossom latched onto her clit, lapping at it, sending waves of pleasuring through her like an attack.
Yes. The word ripped through her throat of its own accord as a large, thick root worked its way into her dripping cunt.
Water sloshed on the floor as the plant fucked her. The twin blossoms at her boobs, biting and sucking her nipples as roots squeezed her massive tits. The plant fucked her hard, lifting her out of the tub to gain better access.
She saw herself in the mirror, fucked by this demonic plant. She should be disgusted, but she wanted more.
Vaguely she was aware of smaller roots playing with her ass, circling her hole, messaging it, pressing into it. No, she moaned again, shaking her head. Even as she protested, knew it was wrong, it felt good. She realized she liked it taking her despite her protest. Wanted it to.
The plant shifted and a new, larger stem formed from inside the giant stem of the large orchid blossom. This one was thicker and tripped something that reminded her of nectar. She wanted it and yet, at the same time, she had this feeling that once it was inside her, she was done for.
The blossoms sucking on her breasts applied pressure, as though biting, driving her mad.
Suddenly she felt the new, large root at her wet pussy. It had to be at least as big and thick as a well hung human dick. Maybe even a centaur.
The blossom at her clit began to vibrate harder and harder. The blossoms at her breasts sucked harder, her breasts growing into full, perky double-ds.
She cried in protest as the root inside her cunt slide out. Shed been so close to coming.
The new, large root positioned itself at her pussy entrant. She didnt care though. I want to cum, she whispered.
The giant root shoved inside her, stretching her to her max. Whatever was in the nectar was more potent than even the pollen. It hadnt hurt. Just made her crave more.
Fuck me! Hermione shouted, bucking her hips against the root as it pounded into her. Fuck me! She never said such words in her life. They made her feel dirty and horny.
Before she could repeat them again, another rood shoved itself into her mouth, the sweet, slightly honey like taste of nectar filling her mouth as another root shoved into her ass.
The plant pounded into her, showing her no mercy. She sucked on the dick-like root in her mouth greedily, wanting more nectar, more pleasure.
Her body seized as she cam. Her cunt squeezed around the giant root fucking her, making her cum over and over again in waves.
Soon she felt the roots in her cunt and ass pulsing as they came, spurting nectar inside her. The root in her mouth followed suit and as the sweet liquid coursed down her throat.
Opening her eyes, Hermione took a minute for it all to come back to her.
Shooting up in the water, she looked around and found the Orchid sitting next to the sink where shed left it. Normal size, completely unmoving.
A dream? she wondered. How dangerous to fall asleep in the bath. Smacking her lips, she could swear she felt the lingering taste of honey. It was so real.
Then she saw them. Reaching up she grabbed her breasts, her nipples instantly hardening at her touch and her pussy began wet. They were so sensitive and so HUGE.
Climbing out of the bath, she rushed to the mirror and looked at herself. Where her modest B-cup breasts had been now sat large, luscious boobs that seemed to defy gravity with their perkiness. They had to be at least Double-Ds but stood proudly to show they did not need a bra.
That wasnt the only thing that had changed. Her frizzy hair had become sleeker, her lips fuller, her complexion flawless. Her hips seemed to have a seductive curve now.
Whats happened to me? she asked, leaning over the sink to get a better look at herself. She felt a mouth on her breasts and looked down to see one of the orchid blossomed sucking it lovingly before she moved away.
You were a horny little slut, me thinks. Hermione jumped, whirling around to see Peeves the Paltriest floating behind her, his dick in his hands as he stroked it. Watched it all, I did. Horny Hermione. Horny Hermione. Big Boobs. Needs a Big Dick.
Hermione turned away, covering her breasts. Why did the sight of his cock make her wet? Go away.
Horny Hermione needs a big dick. He cackled, pushing her forward and shoving his hard cock inside her wet pussy. She moaned as the ancient paltriest fucked her. Her large breasts bounced in the reservoir of the sink.
Looking up, she watched in the mirror as he cackled and humped away like a dog that found his bitch. It wasnt long before she felt Peeves cum, his dick shooting who knew what inside her.
Peeves will be watching you, Horny Hermione, he cackled as he slowly faded away. Peeves will be back to fuck you, too. Maybe here. Maybe somewhere else. Peeves can be invisible but not Horny Hermione.
Shivering at the threat though she wasnt sure if it was out of excitement or fear Hermione quickly cleaned up, her mind racing.
Mr. Weasley couldnt have sent this orchid to me on purpose&hellip, right? Not knowing what it does, surely. Not kind Mr. Weasley. I need to get to Professor Sprout. If anyone could identify what kind of plant this was and how to reverse its effects, it was the Herbology Teacher.
Looking back at her new body in the mirror, she sighed in dismay. I just hope I have clothes that will fit&hellip,
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Very important author’s notes: The spark for this lewd tale came from reading Harry Potter. Regardless of whether you like or dislike the movies or books, imagine how exciting it would be to utilize the ability to go back into someone’s memory and observe what happened to them at a certain point in time. These memories are stored in a stone receptacle . . . called a pensieve. A witch or wizard can extract their own memories or another person’s . . . and stores them in the pensieve, and reviews...
Hermione was literally exhausted as she left Brown. The college coed was nearly asleep before her head it the pillow. Tomorrow would be ‘Brown Day’ and she along with other pretty coeds of note would move into the apartments on the outskirts of Brown. The Emma Ale a local hearty drink selection put her in dreamland fantasy suitable for such a girl of magical trains, castles and dragons. As Hermione drifted farther into a world of wonderment her pseudo-conscious took shape in the form of a...
Quickly Hermione opened the door and entered the room. She giggled nervously - it was just as she had wanted it to be. There was a soft pink bed, with several cushiony pillows in the middle of the room, mounted on a raised platform. Beside the bed, on the floor, was an enormous pile of lingerie, and mind you, not your everyday PE bras, but all kinds and colours of lacy panties, push-up and padded bras, you know the type. There were also strap-ons, fishnet stockings, dildos in every size and...
Howlaween It was Halloween night and the house was still. I settled in with a bourbon boiling brew and chocolate bars. Finally alone downstairs I had a chance to go through a large orange plastic jack-o-lantern found after scores of years in the attic. I poured out the contents inside my eyes lit up as bundles of vanished photos wrapped in orange and black ribbons like presents from decades fell to the coffee table. They had been mislaid decades earlier and found after my wife, Hermione,...
Hermione Granger clutched the old tome she had found closely to her chest as she moved through the halls of Hogwarts back towards the entrance to the Room of Requirements. 5 weeks into the school break, several members of the so-called Dumbledore's Army had returned to school for a little over a week (with their respective parent's permission, of course, or in Harry's case, cowed acceptance from his uncle, who was really more than happy to have him out of the house.) With Dumbledore's...
“Hermione, get out of the way!” he yelled, but his warning came moments too late. The murky colored spell hit Hermione dead on, knocking her backwards off her feet. Harry rushed toward her, regretting this impromptu meeting in the Shrieking Shack. "Her…mione…” Harry trailed off as he got a good look at what had happened to his best friend. A look of surprise was permanently etched onto her face, as if she could not believe Harry had done this to her. Her skin appeared to have...
Pansy woke to the sound of whimpering and opened her eyes to the sight of her husband fucking their pets arse. She loved to see her husband fuck the pet that had once been her number enemy. Once upon a time the pet would resist and fight back but over the years she had been broken and was now happy to be used in any way her owners wanted. Having woken up properly. Pansy moved to the edge of the bed,spread her legs and watched as the pet moved her face to her mistress' pussy....
Herman to Hermione -------------------- My name is Herman and this is my story. I am a 28 year old living in Dubai with my wife. Its been 4 years since we have been married and Julia and we both have a very good sex life. I met her one night while I was bar-hopping with a couple of mates and the same night we were all over each other like a couple of jack-rabbits. As I said sex has never been dull for the both of us and Julia likes to think up of new ways to keep the magic alive....
*Author’s note: This is the third time I’ve submitted this story. The first edition mysteriously disappeared. The second version got corrupted and garbled, rendering the story unreadable. Hopefully this latest attempt will be successful.Horny Niece Lets Uncle Help (Revised)By billy69boyMy sister-in-law and her two young daughters came to visit us for a week in the summer. They live out of state, and we only get to see them a few times a year. With each new visit, I am amazed to see how...
**** (All characters in this fictional work and in oncoming continuation of said work are at least 18 years of age) **** They can't understand._ Maybe they do not want to understand. Yet you don't deem it much as something you should care about. Sure, you have neither seen nor exchanged anything besides a few 3-words-long text messages with your friends and family in a while. Understandably, though, since you are busy. You are in love, John Doe._ And who could blame you for wanting to embrace...
As Pavel marched through the library many could see she was very unhappy, She had just been told off by Granger for the third time this week. As she pouted she said to herself "Grr so what if she was making out with another guy, it's not like that was a crime. yes maybe she shouldn't have been doing it in the restricted section but that wasn't the point." As she grabbed a book "it not like she hasn't done the same thing with Harry" while thinking of the teenaged heartthrob. As her thoughts...
Mind ControlA SWAPPED LIFE A young male engineer goes to an engineering conference and gets swapped with a teen unwed mother who did not finish high school. Story discusses how the new woman makes new friends, and copes with motherhood, her new parents and sister, her former boyfriend, and eventually with love and marriage. Story also discusses the struggles of the new man, whose family and educational background did not give him the tools to fit into the world of men, and his eventual...
It was 3 days before Hagrid approached Hermione at the Gryffenwhore table as supper was about to start. Her pussy began juicing up as she looked up at him. "Hermione, I have to go to Romania early in the morning for something and I'm going to stop and see Charlie Weasley and the dragons that are cared for there. I thought with your interest in the animals that you would like to come along. I've asked the Headmaster and have his permission to take you with me. Like I said, I'm leaving early...
An Assessment of the G.I.R.L Program (Revised) By Seaweed Smells Jenny Boko read the report for the fourth time looking for typos and errors. Finding none she placed the report on her desk and picked up her phone. "Karla, it's me Jenny. I have the revised GIRL Program Report ready for you. ..... Fine, I'll bring it right away." Jenny picked up the report and walked out of her office. As she walked down the corridor towards Karla's office she pondered the paradox that was her...
"Yeah, I like big cocks, but I'm no queen," I said to the tall daddy, with a squared jaw and buzz cut. He met me leaving County Line's backroom."Well, I'm your man," he said and pulled from his unzipped jeans an impressive cock, despite its flaccid state. His balls sat puffy in his big hand as he held the whole package up to the dim light. "It's bigger when it's angry," he said and wiped away the cum that dangled from my goatee.The gesture not only intrigued me but also caused my drippy cock to...
Gay MaleC/D Teens Hitchhiking Adventure: PT 1 Revised[For the sake of clarity and a better representation my of my adventures as a C/D teen to you all, I've revised my first story published here as I was in haste with earlier said post, My apologies as I am not a computer wiz or distinguished writer, hope you enjoy,thanx] It was a 200 mile journey from the city to the outskirts of a small town by the countryside where I live, I have hitchhiked this road many a time but this day proves to be an...
*** Hello Readers, Author Doragon here. In review of my own story, i noticed a major grammatical error, so i have revised the story and corrected the error. I am very sorry for any confusion if any of you had caught on, the revised story is as follows; My name is Michael. I will be a senior in high school this coming fall. Every summer, my cousin, James, and I visit each other's house for 2 weeks. I stay with my aunt, and he stays at my house. We have alot of fun. My aunt Cindy is a blast. We...
IncestThe author kindly advises that this story and its characters are entirely fictitious. It contains descriptions of exhibitionism, lesbian sex and graphic language and is only suitable for persons over 18 years old.The Apartment (revised)(A legal specialist performs exhibitionist lesbian acts for her client’s entertainment)Saturday evening 10pm. Driving rain lashed the dark floor-to-ceiling penthouse windows of an expensive apartment tower. A storm front had descended on downtown Boston. A...