LONG: Depraved Sexual Habits of Lesbian Witches, Hermione/Ginny
*gasp* yes, i'm entering this particular challenge twice. since my last offering was altogether too heavy to be counted among such gorgeous porn, i give you something a touch more kinky, and loads more fun:
Depraved Sexual Habits of Lesbian Witches - Hermione/Ginny - NC-17. Contains bondage, dirty talk and oral sex (the kinkiness of which was questioned, yes, but since it was on the original list I count it as a kink :B).
"Are you quite sure?" Hermione murmured, turning her head this way and that to examine the picture from as many angles as possible, as though it might somehow make more sense with her head cocked just so. "It looks... well, it looks rather violent, doesn't it?"
A tinkling little laugh left Ginny's lips. "Honestly, Hermione, I don't expect you to do anything that'll actually hurt me. It's just an experiment, that's all - think of it as research. A project on the depraved sexual habits of lesbian witches."
"For whom, exactly?" Hermione demanded, her face contorted into a perfect picture of scandalized horror. "Professor McGonagall, perhaps? Or Snape? Somehow I can't see them being terribly - Ginny! Will you stop that for two seconds and listen to me?"
Ginny sat up on Hermione's bed shamefacedly, brushing a flyaway lock of hair from her face, and bit back another howl of laughter. "I'm sorry," she chuckled. "You're simply far too cute when you're being humourless. If you don't want to, that's fine... I'm sorry I even brought it up."
But Hermione's attention was already redirected back to the book Ginny had brought to her dorm room (where on earth had she found such a thing? Her brothers... or, heaven forbid, the elder Weasleys...) once Lavender and Parvati had left for Hogsmeade. Well, the witch in the picture certainly seemed to be enjoying herself, twisting and tugging against her bonds as the wizard kissed a path toward - oh goodness. Was it really necessary for the illustrations to be animated?
"Well..." Hermione's cheeks burned as she glanced up at her girlfriend, who was leaning rather sulkily against the headboard with her arms crossed over her chest. "I mean, we could... and you're sure you want to be tied up? You don't want me to -"
"No, I'm positive," Ginny chirped delightedly, pressing Hermione's wand into her hand and stretching herself wantonly across the bed. "Do what you will, love."
Well, there was certainly no refusing that offer, particularily not with the stimulating visual aid Ginny had provided her. Nervously, her arms and legs trembling, Hermione crawled over Ginny's prone figure and bound each of her wrists to the bedposts with a softly muttered spell. "Legs as well?" She asked, but Ginny shook her head impatiently. "Alright, then. I suppose I'll just... get to it..."
"Very sexy, Hermione," Ginny snorted. "You've gotten me completely in the mood. What are you going to do?"
Hermione's cheeks flushed brilliant crimson. "I suppose I'm going to undress you first," she said quietly, unclasping and pushing open Ginny's robes to reveal what suddenly seemed like infinite layers of clothing. "Your shoes and socks, of course, and then -"
"Why?" Ginny interrupted playfully.
"Er - because I like your feet. They're so small and white, almost delicate, and I love the little noises you make when I rub them." Hermione took one of Ginny's feet in her hands and massaged it gently, then flicked her tongue across the left big toe and smiled as Ginny gave a small, sweet whimper of delight. "Yes," she sighed, "like that. Just like that."
"What next?" Her voice was breathless, heavy with desire, sending a pleasant little shiver up Hermione's spine. They'd never done this, never spoken during their coy sexual encounters, and Hermione found she was quite enjoying it.
"Now I've got all this leg in front of me, haven't I?" She interspersed featherlight kisses between her words, slowly working her way up Ginny's exposed calf. "Yes, plenty of leg to deal with before I take off anything else. I suppose I could just linger here for awhile - they're quite nice legs, really -"
Ginny gave a frustrated cry, wrenching at her bonds, and the truth of the situation struck Hermione for the first time - there wasn't a single thing Ginny could do about it if Hermione did choose to leave off at her legs - she would simply have to lie there, slowly going mad, while Hermione did whatever she liked. A perfectly obvious conclusion, but one Hermione had not considered properly when the idea had first been presented to her.
Cruel, really. Deliciously cruel.
"Alright," she purred. "If you insist, I'll carry on. Your skirt's next, but I think I'll pass on that for now, if you don't mind: we've got a tie, a blouse and a jumper up here which must be dealt with first. That's just too much clothing, if you ask me."
The offending items couldn't exactly be removed with Ginny in her current position, but Hermione slipped off the tie and lifted the two shirts as high as she could, her gaze flicking up to Ginny's face when she found no bra beneath them. "Thank you," she grinned, "for making my job that much easier. Although I do hope you don't walk around like this all the time - I won't have my girlfriend going braless where anyone at all could notice."
Any indignant retort Ginny might have offered was lost when Hermione's mouth closed around her small breast, massaging the nipple with her tongue until Ginny had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. The resulting stream of muffled nonsense - something about Hermione, which became Her-eye-ee, and several repetitions of yefyef - was so ridiculous that Hermione found herself hard-pressed to keep from laughing.
"Much better," she nodded, smoothing her hands over Ginny's slim torso. "Now for the skirt. Although I suppose I could just do this..." She roughly shoved Ginny's skirt up around her waist, bringing on another round of stifled cries, then played along the waistband of her knickers. "But we will have to get rid of these. You've gotten them absolutely drenched, my dear."
One fingernail dragged along the damp crotch of Ginny's panties, and she squirmed and writhed under the touch, redoubling her furious attempts to break her bonds. "You're a bitch, Hermione," Ginny snarled. "An absolute cunt. Do you know that?"
"I thought I was the one who was supposed to be talking dirty?" Hermione laughed. "You've certainly bested me in that department. I guess I'm going to have to fuck you now."
That one simple word - fuck - brought about such an astonishing change in Ginny that Hermione wondered why she hadn't thought to use it sooner. Her entire face seemed to fall slack, eyes glazed over, and her arms and legs ceased their constant squirming for the first time. "You're going... to what?"
"Fuck you," Hermione repeated casually. "That's the whole idea, isn't it?"
Ginny's head fell back against her pillow, and she gave a long, low moan that went straight to Hermione's groin. Taking that as an invitation, Hermione pulled Ginny's knickers down around her ankles and watched with a small smile as she desperately kicked them off. Her fingers played briefly in the tuft of ginger curls, exploring each nook and crevice anew, then plunged into the hot, wet opening - Ginny arched her back and pressed her head deeper into the pillow, repeating Hermione's name like a soft, quivering mantra.
"You like that, then?" Hermione murmured sweetly as Ginny bucked helplessly against her hand. "That's what you wanted all along, hmm? Tell me. Tell me you like it!" But one of Ginny's eyebrows cocked upward at that, and Hermione faltered: "Was that too much?"
"Oh Merlin," Ginny groaned. "Just get on with it, will you?"
She complied eagerly, sitting back on her haunches and leaning down to add her tongue to the assault on Ginny's cunt. Just the intoxicating, almost overpowering aroma of Ginny's arousal was enough to drive Hermione mad, but combined with her spasmodic twitches and cries and the foreign sound of rope rasping against wood each time she tried to free herself - everything they had done before this seemed like child's play, like the most innocent sort of experimentation. This was sex, fucking, as Hermione had never imagined she might be involved in.
"Ohhhhhh," Ginny moaned. "Ohh, Hermione, I'm so close... so bloody close..."
Hermione increased the pressure on Ginny's clit, angling her fingers upward to hit just the right spot with each thrust, and felt her hand coated with hot, slick moisture as Ginny came, practically sobbing Hermione's name to the otherwise empty dormitory. A grin touching her lips, Hermione grabbed her wand with her clean hand and cancelled the binding spell, then grabbed a tissue from the box on her bedside table and wiped her other hand clean. She rested her head on Ginny's stomach, feeling it rise and fall with each deep, shuddering breath, and trailed her fingers lightly up Ginny's side.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" She asked anxiously. "The ropes - they didn't burn you or anything?"
"No," Ginny murmured, her hands weaving affectionately through Hermione's hair. "It didn't hurt at all. I promise."
After a long, comfortable silence, Hermione spoke up once again, her voice light with amusement: "Well. I'd say that particular experiment was a complete success. Top marks to both of us."
Depraved Sexual Habits of Lesbian Witches - Hermione/Ginny - NC-17. Contains bondage, dirty talk and oral sex (the kinkiness of which was questioned, yes, but since it was on the original list I count it as a kink :B).
"Are you quite sure?" Hermione murmured, turning her head this way and that to examine the picture from as many angles as possible, as though it might somehow make more sense with her head cocked just so. "It looks... well, it looks rather violent, doesn't it?"
A tinkling little laugh left Ginny's lips. "Honestly, Hermione, I don't expect you to do anything that'll actually hurt me. It's just an experiment, that's all - think of it as research. A project on the depraved sexual habits of lesbian witches."
"For whom, exactly?" Hermione demanded, her face contorted into a perfect picture of scandalized horror. "Professor McGonagall, perhaps? Or Snape? Somehow I can't see them being terribly - Ginny! Will you stop that for two seconds and listen to me?"
Ginny sat up on Hermione's bed shamefacedly, brushing a flyaway lock of hair from her face, and bit back another howl of laughter. "I'm sorry," she chuckled. "You're simply far too cute when you're being humourless. If you don't want to, that's fine... I'm sorry I even brought it up."
But Hermione's attention was already redirected back to the book Ginny had brought to her dorm room (where on earth had she found such a thing? Her brothers... or, heaven forbid, the elder Weasleys...) once Lavender and Parvati had left for Hogsmeade. Well, the witch in the picture certainly seemed to be enjoying herself, twisting and tugging against her bonds as the wizard kissed a path toward - oh goodness. Was it really necessary for the illustrations to be animated?
"Well..." Hermione's cheeks burned as she glanced up at her girlfriend, who was leaning rather sulkily against the headboard with her arms crossed over her chest. "I mean, we could... and you're sure you want to be tied up? You don't want me to -"
"No, I'm positive," Ginny chirped delightedly, pressing Hermione's wand into her hand and stretching herself wantonly across the bed. "Do what you will, love."
Well, there was certainly no refusing that offer, particularily not with the stimulating visual aid Ginny had provided her. Nervously, her arms and legs trembling, Hermione crawled over Ginny's prone figure and bound each of her wrists to the bedposts with a softly muttered spell. "Legs as well?" She asked, but Ginny shook her head impatiently. "Alright, then. I suppose I'll just... get to it..."
"Very sexy, Hermione," Ginny snorted. "You've gotten me completely in the mood. What are you going to do?"
Hermione's cheeks flushed brilliant crimson. "I suppose I'm going to undress you first," she said quietly, unclasping and pushing open Ginny's robes to reveal what suddenly seemed like infinite layers of clothing. "Your shoes and socks, of course, and then -"
"Why?" Ginny interrupted playfully.
"Er - because I like your feet. They're so small and white, almost delicate, and I love the little noises you make when I rub them." Hermione took one of Ginny's feet in her hands and massaged it gently, then flicked her tongue across the left big toe and smiled as Ginny gave a small, sweet whimper of delight. "Yes," she sighed, "like that. Just like that."
"What next?" Her voice was breathless, heavy with desire, sending a pleasant little shiver up Hermione's spine. They'd never done this, never spoken during their coy sexual encounters, and Hermione found she was quite enjoying it.
"Now I've got all this leg in front of me, haven't I?" She interspersed featherlight kisses between her words, slowly working her way up Ginny's exposed calf. "Yes, plenty of leg to deal with before I take off anything else. I suppose I could just linger here for awhile - they're quite nice legs, really -"
Ginny gave a frustrated cry, wrenching at her bonds, and the truth of the situation struck Hermione for the first time - there wasn't a single thing Ginny could do about it if Hermione did choose to leave off at her legs - she would simply have to lie there, slowly going mad, while Hermione did whatever she liked. A perfectly obvious conclusion, but one Hermione had not considered properly when the idea had first been presented to her.
Cruel, really. Deliciously cruel.
"Alright," she purred. "If you insist, I'll carry on. Your skirt's next, but I think I'll pass on that for now, if you don't mind: we've got a tie, a blouse and a jumper up here which must be dealt with first. That's just too much clothing, if you ask me."
The offending items couldn't exactly be removed with Ginny in her current position, but Hermione slipped off the tie and lifted the two shirts as high as she could, her gaze flicking up to Ginny's face when she found no bra beneath them. "Thank you," she grinned, "for making my job that much easier. Although I do hope you don't walk around like this all the time - I won't have my girlfriend going braless where anyone at all could notice."
Any indignant retort Ginny might have offered was lost when Hermione's mouth closed around her small breast, massaging the nipple with her tongue until Ginny had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. The resulting stream of muffled nonsense - something about Hermione, which became Her-eye-ee, and several repetitions of yefyef - was so ridiculous that Hermione found herself hard-pressed to keep from laughing.
"Much better," she nodded, smoothing her hands over Ginny's slim torso. "Now for the skirt. Although I suppose I could just do this..." She roughly shoved Ginny's skirt up around her waist, bringing on another round of stifled cries, then played along the waistband of her knickers. "But we will have to get rid of these. You've gotten them absolutely drenched, my dear."
One fingernail dragged along the damp crotch of Ginny's panties, and she squirmed and writhed under the touch, redoubling her furious attempts to break her bonds. "You're a bitch, Hermione," Ginny snarled. "An absolute cunt. Do you know that?"
"I thought I was the one who was supposed to be talking dirty?" Hermione laughed. "You've certainly bested me in that department. I guess I'm going to have to fuck you now."
That one simple word - fuck - brought about such an astonishing change in Ginny that Hermione wondered why she hadn't thought to use it sooner. Her entire face seemed to fall slack, eyes glazed over, and her arms and legs ceased their constant squirming for the first time. "You're going... to what?"
"Fuck you," Hermione repeated casually. "That's the whole idea, isn't it?"
Ginny's head fell back against her pillow, and she gave a long, low moan that went straight to Hermione's groin. Taking that as an invitation, Hermione pulled Ginny's knickers down around her ankles and watched with a small smile as she desperately kicked them off. Her fingers played briefly in the tuft of ginger curls, exploring each nook and crevice anew, then plunged into the hot, wet opening - Ginny arched her back and pressed her head deeper into the pillow, repeating Hermione's name like a soft, quivering mantra.
"You like that, then?" Hermione murmured sweetly as Ginny bucked helplessly against her hand. "That's what you wanted all along, hmm? Tell me. Tell me you like it!" But one of Ginny's eyebrows cocked upward at that, and Hermione faltered: "Was that too much?"
"Oh Merlin," Ginny groaned. "Just get on with it, will you?"
She complied eagerly, sitting back on her haunches and leaning down to add her tongue to the assault on Ginny's cunt. Just the intoxicating, almost overpowering aroma of Ginny's arousal was enough to drive Hermione mad, but combined with her spasmodic twitches and cries and the foreign sound of rope rasping against wood each time she tried to free herself - everything they had done before this seemed like child's play, like the most innocent sort of experimentation. This was sex, fucking, as Hermione had never imagined she might be involved in.
"Ohhhhhh," Ginny moaned. "Ohh, Hermione, I'm so close... so bloody close..."
Hermione increased the pressure on Ginny's clit, angling her fingers upward to hit just the right spot with each thrust, and felt her hand coated with hot, slick moisture as Ginny came, practically sobbing Hermione's name to the otherwise empty dormitory. A grin touching her lips, Hermione grabbed her wand with her clean hand and cancelled the binding spell, then grabbed a tissue from the box on her bedside table and wiped her other hand clean. She rested her head on Ginny's stomach, feeling it rise and fall with each deep, shuddering breath, and trailed her fingers lightly up Ginny's side.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" She asked anxiously. "The ropes - they didn't burn you or anything?"
"No," Ginny murmured, her hands weaving affectionately through Hermione's hair. "It didn't hurt at all. I promise."
After a long, comfortable silence, Hermione spoke up once again, her voice light with amusement: "Well. I'd say that particular experiment was a complete success. Top marks to both of us."