Chapter 2287 - Ch: 5-6

Chapter 5: Stygian Satisfaction

When Harry had walked into her store and so easily declared that he was her boyfriend to her ex, Hermione realized for certain that he wasn't being disingenuous when he told her he would stay. The cold fury and jealousy on his face wasn't hard to miss but she was happy to see it disappear when she told Neville that Harry was her new boyfriend.

Then, he took her to a park and shagged her senseless over his bike. In public. 

Hermione was quickly beginning to realize that there was nothing she couldn't do as long as Harry was with her. She was starting to understand that he could awaken desires in her that she had previously been ashamed of. Desires that she was told were disgusting and unacceptable. He didn't tell her that, though. He encouraged it. Encouraged her to give into them.

And she loved it. The girl was no longer afraid to admit that she enjoyed shagging her Biker Man in public. That the mere thought of someone catching her in the act of being taken like that had sent fire coursing through her veins. Harry didn't judge her for her wants and needs. In fact, he bloody praised her for them.

That was why she couldn't wait for him to fulfill that promise of tying her down to her bed and having his way with her all night long. Little giggles sounded through the empty bookstore and Hermione scribbled aimlessly in her diary as fantasies of being tied up with Harry handing her orgasms like it was nothing rolled through her mind. Another pair of knickers were sodden again.

Thankfully, her shift would be over in another forty minutes and Harry was going to be picking her up again. Unlike the period right before dinner, Hermione had no doubts that he was coming this time. Zero. Her Biker Man was not one to break his promises or relinquish ownership over what was his.

It was true. Hermione was his. She was Harry's. The full weight of it sank into her and it felt nice. It felt amazing knowing that she had a man who respected her, cherished her, treated her like a princess in the outside world, and ruined her like his good girl in private. It felt brilliant to be introduced to a wondrous world of sex and all it had to offer.

Eleven o'clock couldn't come early enough. They would have to get food first, however, before leaving for her flat. All that shagging had taken the energy from her and the most she had to eat after the session in the park was a granola bar he had given her before he took off into the night with a promise to get food when he returned. Of course, he didn't leave without kissing her so damn roughly that her lips still felt the pressure of his on them and slapping her bum possessively.

Deciding to busy herself by taking a cursory examination of the store before closing up, Hermione walked through each aisle and made sure nothing was out of place save for the few shelves where some books had been taken to be purchased. As she ended up in the ancient literature aisle, an anthology of tales from Greek Mythology caught her. 

Hades and Persephone. Their story was the first thing that came to her mind as she caressed the spine of the anthology in much the same way Harry did the previous night. She wondered absently if he knew about the story as well before deciding that he probably did. He was intelligent and a reader after all. Could he see the similarities between them and Hades and Persephone?

They had so much in common with the two gods. Granted, Harry hadn't kidnapped her and forced her to be his wife but he was the very personification of the shadows and darkness in the way he dressed and the way he consumed her. He was Hades who, by the way, was wrongly portrayed as a cruel god. Zeus was far more cruel than Hades. Arghh, she was getting off topic. 

She was Persephone, she told herself in a moment of self-confidence. Sweet, loving, gentle, and kind hearted. The goddess of nature was one of the most beautifully depicted gods and was married to one who was wrongly depicted as a monster. The comparison still stood, however. Harry, like Hades did Persephone, was obsessed with her and wanted her to be his own.

Unlike the goddess, though, Hermione didn't need time to warm up to her Biker Man's affections. That was probably because he didn't kidnap her and drag her to the underworld, she thought with a cheeky laugh. No, Harry was way more subtle than his godly counterpart. He had warmed her up to him with playful words and respectful actions.

In the end, Persephone did warm up to Hades once she realized that he treated her like an equal and showered her with genuine love. Hermione felt like Harry was doing the same to her despite his tenebrous countenance and intimidating demeanor which, again, was indicative of his similarity to his godly counterpart. She got the feeling only she was seeing his gentle and caring side now. That made her feel special in more ways than she imagined.

After admiring the anthology for a few more seconds, Hermione clutched it to her chest and sighed happily. She was living a fantasy and it didn't seem to have an end. It just couldn't be denied how Harry made her feel. It was the same way Hades made Persephone feel and then she realized she loved him.

Harry's presence announced itself to her after she placed the book back on its designated shelf. Brisk air, the sharp scent of something minty and of wood polish, and what looked like a shadow out of the corner of her eye. He was leaning against a shelf with his arms crossed and that wicked smirk of his below the sexy gleam in his emerald eyes.

Surprise, surprise, he was wearing all black again. What if he actually knew that she had equated him to the god of the underworld? He couldn't have but his outfit definitely reflected it. His lopsided smirk transformed into a fully blown up smile that reflected his feelings for her like a mirror. He was HAPPY to see her. Really happy.

"Hungry?" He asked in a way of greeting, beckoning her to go to him wordlessly afterward.

Rushed footsteps speedily carried her to him and her arms were laced around his neck as she stood on her tiptoes to bring their faces closer together. The slight but nonetheless insistent pressure from his hands clutching her waist came soon afterward. His touch was…hard to explain. A new wave of arousal hit her as his hands pressed into her waist.

"We can go get food now," said Hermione in answer to his question.

His response was a playful shake of the head before he scooped her up into his arms like she was nothing. Her legs wrapped around his waist reflexively as his palms went down to what she was beginning to think was their favourite spot. Her arse. "Nah, I've got a better idea." He carried her back to the front of the store where a plethora of takeaway boxes were laid out next to a blanket.

"You want to eat here?" Hermione asked thickly, trying not to gush at how sweet her Biker Man was being. He really was the reincarnation of Hades. 

"Yeah," his face went sheepish and bashful, "I kind of feel bad about not getting you dinner despite what happened in the park."

Giggling at him before planting a quick kiss on his nose, Hermione saucily said, "Don't feel bad, I enjoyed it very much. Next time, though, we should get food first."

In a flash of a moment, her sweet and tender lover was replaced by the stygian creature who never failed to drug her with arousal. "You want there to be a next time, kitten?" The hands that were previously only resting on her bum started to sink into the flesh and roll it like dough. "Does my sweet kitten enjoy when I fuck her in public?"

Knowing that she wouldn't be judged and that Harry respected her desires made Hermione confident when she replied, "Yes." The girl watched, hypnotized, as the vibrant green of her lover's eyes darkened to pure black.

"Then maybe I should fuck you right here in your little shop, hmm?" Calloused hands started to grow more forceful, more demanding, as they delved into her bottom. "Press you up against the window so the whole of London can see you taking my cock like a good girl?"

Oh, he was so damn filthy. Those dirty little words made gooseflesh erupt all over her skin before her head fell back drunkenly when he pressed her into a shelf and ground his crotch into her center. "You want that, princess? Want me to fuck you right here and now?"

That question's answer came from the unlikeliest of sources: Hermione's stomach. The stupid organ grumbled and complained about the lack of food in it which caused Harry to regain his senses. Before she could give him consent to keep going, he had already begun walking her back to the blanket and food.

"Harry, I'm…" Hermione began but his gaze was firm and carved of stone.

"…no, you're hungry and you need to eat," he ordered, unrelenting and almost daring her to talk back. She didn't and decided to join him on the floor as he busily unboxed the food. The colourful aroma of chicken vindaloo and tikka masala hit her with the force of a freight train afterwards. How did Harry know she loved Indian food?

"Indian food is my favourite, how'd you know?" Hermione gushed simperingly before pulling him into an embrace from behind and kissing his cheek.

His cheek muscles stretched to accommodate his wide grin and he brought one of her knuckles to his lips to brush against it. "It's my favourite too. I guess it's one thing we have in common other than reading." Her heart melted at that knowledge. Not only were they sexually compatible, it seemed like they were compatible in other ways as well.

Dinner was going to be amazing, if Hermione could say so herself. The intimacy of eating with the man who was now her boyfriend and doing something other than having sex with him was not lost on her. Eating a late dinner together was a small thing but the effects it had on deepening their relationship were huge. Their relationship wasn't just purely physical, nor that she had any doubts it wasn't.

"Careful, that's ridiculously spicy," Harry said in warning to her after she broke off a piece of naan to take some vindaloo. He had taken some of it himself and showed barely any signs of bother, though his cheeks were slightly flushed.

"I can handle it, I've had it before," Hermione replied easily, loving the simple yet wonderful conversation between them. It was so easy for them to enjoy each other's company without the breathtaking sex.

Afterwards, they took turns finishing off the 'ridiculously spicy' curry before each downing a cup of mango lassi. They high fived each other on a job well done in tackling the curry before Harry reached across to wipe the froth from the drink off her lips. Hermione cheekily tempted him by taking another big gulp and putting even more of the substance on her lips.

"I think you missed it." Her lips went up in a wry smile when he shook his head fondly. The meal was finished, her energy was restored, and the girl knew what she wanted now. 

Not a moment later, Harry's lips were upon hers in a tamer kiss than any he had given her before. Hermione smiled into the lip lock but went to deepen it once she knew she was ready. Their tongues did battle while his hands got to work kneading her arse again, making her moan deeply into his mouth. Her own hands busied themselves by tangling themselves in his messy locks.

And finally, when the need for air pulled them apart, Harry was the first to speak. "Let me take you, kitten. Here. Now." The words were coated in flames just like his eyes were and they lapped at her skin, heightening her desire. "Let me fuck you, princess."

He was flat on his back right after that with her hands pressing down on his chest and her mounting him, her center resting right on his jeans clad waist. Was she really about to do it in her bookstore? Yes. Yes, she was. But, it was her bookstore and she owned the place. If she wanted to shag her Biker Man in it, then who was going to stop her?

Nothing was going to stop her. And nothing was going to stop Harry as he flipped her over and sat up to pull off his jacket and shirt in one fell swoop. Hermione finally got to see his body in all its glory with the brightness of the lights in the store. Her eyes raked over every bit of pale uncovered skin and found chiseled abs that looked carved of stone, a smattering of hair that led down into his pants, and the familiar tattoo she had seen in the morning.

"Like what you see, kitten?" He husked the question to her, taking her tiny hands and guiding them over his abs down to his belt. In another circumstance, it would be hilarious at how fast Hermione's head moved with her affirmative nod. "You'll take me like a good girl, right?"

"You know I will," she moaned breathily in reply.

Smirk adorning his face, Harry placed her hands on his belt buckle and commanded her to undo it. Eagerness unlike any other beckoned her to do just that and she nearly tore out the offending leather strap once the buckle was undone. He stood up afterward, leaving her on the floor as she leaned back on her elbows and watched his absolutely insanely sexy body.

Like she had done to him the other night, Harry began stripping off his clothes for her to watch. His black jeans were off easily after he kicked away his boots and left him in nothing but his boxer briefs that did little to hide the length behind them. The sight of his covered erection tore an unsuspecting moan from her as the wetness between her legs turned into a waterfall.

Anyone could see them. It was late at night and the shopping centre was about to close up but that didn't mean people weren't still out and about. If anyone walked past the bookshop, they would see what its owner was getting up to with her boyfriend. And that made Hermione gush even more slick than ever before.

Because she didn't care. The risk of it all, of being caught while Harry was shagging her senseless by any passerby was only making her more aroused. It was doing the same to him too, she knew. With his jealous and possessive nature, Harry was definitely going to enjoy fucking her for any curious bystander to see if they chose to investigate.

"Clothes off, Hermione," commanded Harry after he helped her to her feet. 

Her beige cardigan flew off her body and was on the floor so quickly that she thought she used magic to vanish them. Once she was only glad in her dress, her lover turned feral and locked their lips together again. He encompassed her, enveloped her entire being through the steamy kiss and then ripped the dress down the middle.

"Harry!" exclaimed Hermione in both surprise and anger.

"I'll buy you a new one."

The tights were next to go as he spun her around and helped her take them off, sinking to his knees behind her. Hermione squeaked when her knickers joined them and no sooner had it happened than Harry pinched his teeth into the mound of her rear. "I love your arse, kitten."

Fingers trailed over the unblemished skin down to her center that was begging for his touch. His grunt of approval was clear even through the fog clouding her mind and senses. Her sultry gasp was no less clear when one of his thick digits slipped past her folds, not going too deep, just to see how wet she was.

"So fucking wet already. I love this pussy." He gave her no time to react before he spread her arse and dove into her like a man eating his first meal in weeks. The onslaught of pleasure from his slippery tongue and needy lips nearly knocked her over if it weren't for his hands burrowing deep into her hips.

He didn't have as much leverage like in the morning on the breakfast table but he was still just as…enthusiastic. Lapping up her juices and sucking on her folds with a hunger unseen of. It brought her right up to the cusp of release before he stopped and stood up behind her.

"Walk." The instruction was sharp and her legs moved without her mind telling them to. His hand pushed the small of her back to beckon her forward to the counter and Hermione felt her center quiver because of what she knew was coming next. 

No time passed, it felt like, when Harry bent her over the counter and slid home in one pump. Everything felt distant except, of course, for the earth shattering mewl that stormed past Hermione's lips as her back arched in response. 

Maplewood scraped under her fingernails as she sought it out for any type of purchase. He was relentless, as always, in taking her to heights of pleasure hitherto undreamt of. Every long and thick inch of his cock was making themselves home inside her warmth and changing it to suit their needs.

There were going to be more marks around her waist on top of the ones already there and she didn't care. Those marks were of him and showed that she was his. But she couldn't concern herself with them as Harry was hellbent on destroying her will to think.

Slight throbbing flitted from her arse as his hips slammed into them. She was in a whole nother world. His cock filled her up to the brim, to the point where she felt him in her stomach. Would she ever get used to him? Probably not. 

In this position when he was behind her, he felt so much bigger and the addition of not being able to see him and only feeling him was doing wonders to bring her orgasm. Even without seeing him, Harry was everywhere and everything to her. 

And when he fell over her and pressed their bodies against the counter as he fucked her and one of his biceps curled around her neck, Hermione rocketed out of the world. His thrusts were shallower, faster, and the clapping of her arse against his hips sped up.

He was splitting her right up the middle and his cock was hitting that sweet spot that made her see stars. She was losing it but then Harry started talking and it became much more intense. "Fuck yes, babe," he had pulled her so her back arched and her head fell back against his shoulder, "love this sweet pussy. Feels so good around my cock."

"Oooohhh…uhhnnnn," escaped Hermione at his wicked words. His teeth caught her earlobe between them and nibbled on it, his arm trailing down to find her breast and torture her nipple. "YESSSS, YESSS, YESSSS." The sensitive peaks were rolled between his fingers before he plucked them.

"That's my good girl, kitten. Be as loud as you want," he praised, making her gush over his length again. Another hand found her hip and held her steady when an almost beastly thrust nearly hit her off her feet. "Let's show the world how much you love this."

She was bent over now almost horizontally as her fingers raked into the wood and Harry held her waist with rough hands. Slow and unsparing were his drives this time. Her center welcomed him each time he withdrew to impale himself to the hilt inside her. And the slide of his cock felt so damn satisfying against her wrecked walls.

The counter shook with his force and Hermione yelped each time her bum crashed against his waist. "Fucking made for me," his palm met her arse the same time his hips hit it, "fucking belong to me." Serpentine fingers slid to her clit afterward making her howl at the ceiling, uncaring of the passersby who could hear her. "Scream for me, kitten."

Silky steel of his length ground against the walls of her center just as he started to tease her bundle of nerves. His pace grew blazing again and she knew he was chasing his release with her. The fast and furious thrusts along with him playing with her clit sent her over the edge with a choked whimper and gasp that left her struggling for her.

Harry went deep one last time with a destructive stroke and roared her name when he started to come. His scorching release filled her up, his cock twitching and swelling inside her. Not a single drop of his cum was wasted as her center swallowed it up and clasped around him.

Struggling to breathe, Hermione scrambled over the counter for respite to catch her breath as Harry slipped out of her. Her knees felt like they'd been through a marathon and were jellied when they folded and made her collapse on the floor against the counter. Some of their essence started to leak out of her.

As she regained some semblance of self, the girl rotated around on her seat on the floor to see her lover. There he was, cock somehow still half hard and drenched in her wetness. Her gaze was drawn to it when he roughly tugged it, coaxing it into the same thick and long shaft that was her undoing.

Then he started towards her purposefully and Hermione's mouth fell open without a second thought. Harry stepped close and she reached for him, taking his cock between her lips and sliding her tongue over him. Her hair knotted around his fingers as he hissed in pleasure.

"Such a good girl, Hermione," he lavished praise over her and braced her head against the wood behind her. She felt him take her by the throat and stroked over the column of it as she sucked him. "Relax your throat, kitten."

Because she was more than mindless when it came to his praises and commands, Hermione did as requested and Harry began thrusting into her mouth. He hit the back of her throat and fucked her mouth the same way he did her cunt. 

Tears were leaking from her eyes as she tried not to choke but she soldiered on, wanting to bring him over the edge again. "Ohhhhh yesss, babe," he cupped the back of her head gently and caressed it, "you're doing so well."

She moaned around him, savouring his praise that would never get old. Harry went slowly, giving her time to recover with each thrust but her throat still spasmed around him and lovingly caressed his cocked. What wrecked her even more, though, were his moans.

They were deep and guttural like he was struggling to keep them contained. Hermione loved them. His sounds of pleasure were music to her ears. Like a symphony from Beethoven. It drove her to take more of him down her throat. Her nose hit his waist with how deep she took him and he moaned even louder.

It got to the point that his attempted praise of her was garbled and Hermione was never more proud of herself than at that moment. Wet tongue slid against his underside as he fucked himself in and out of her mouth, the slickness of it all making sinful sounds.

With one climax already under his belt, it was a testament to his good she was doing that Harry was already starting to lose it again. The fingers in her became more forceful and he began bobbing her head on his cock. He met her halfway with faster thrusts, breaching the bottom of her neck into her chest it felt like.

Her gag reflex kicked in before she could help it and she started to choke with strings of spittle coating his cock. Harry relaxed immediately and lovingly stroked her cheek. Hermione didn't stop, however, and plunged her mouth over him again until he was hitting the back of her throat. 

Lewd sucking sounds rang out again in the shop before the involuntary reflex of her swallowing finally did him in to bring out his release. He came hard, shooting hot jets of his release down her throat as he held her head against his waist to force her to take all of it.

Not a drop was wasted again as Hermione gulped all of his cum down. His body jolted and trembled from the sheer pleasure before he finally slipped out of her mouth and joined her on the floor. He recovered enough to pull their lips together and groaned into her mouth when he tasted himself on her.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to look at this bookstore the same again."

 ———

On most occasions, Harry fancied himself to go three or four rounds of sex without any break in between. After coming down Hermione's throat when he fucked her mouth, he knew he still had enough left for another session. True to the promise he made earlier in the day, he guided her to one of the more remote bookshelves to fuck her against it.

"Imagine if someone walked in now," he grinned sizzlingly and nipped at her jawline as he backed her up against the shelf, "all they would be able to hear is me fucking you hard. You want that?"

Thumb over her bottom lip, Harry pulled it down and dipped it into her mouth. His cock throbbed again in its want to be buried deep inside Hermione's pussy yet again. He stepped closer to her, trapping the hardness between their bellies as she sucked on his thumb.

"Answer me, kitten. Want me to fuck you against your precious books?" asked Harry again with nothing but wickedness on his features.

Once his thumb slid out of her mouth, she didn't hesitate to respond. "Yes, Harry. Fuck me." His kitten was such a good match for him in stamina. He'd lost count of how many times he had buried himself in her tight sweet pussy but she was still just as needy for him. "I want your cock inside me."

Whatever she wanted, she would get. Harry lifted her up and slotted her against the bookshelf. Good thing they were reinforced to the ground, he absently thought, as he positioned himself between her legs and spread them wider. Hooking his hands under her knees, he gave her another demanding kiss before bending down to leave another love bite on her neck.

"Hold on tight, babe," he beckoned, motioning to the protruding bars above her head. His cock flexed again when she obeyed because, fuckkkkk, her doing whatever he told her to would never not get better. "Good girl." Kitten moaned lowly at the praise.

She was a scene out of a painting of erotica. Slung up on the bookshelf, arms holding onto it above her head, and legs spread wide and up to reveal her soaked pussy that still had traces of his cum from the first round. Harry admired it for a moment and then slid his cock over her folds a couple of times.

As soon as she went to beg, he pounded inside her and hit bottom in one thrust. A little thud sounded to him as Hermione threw her head back but it was drowned out by her pleasured shriek.

Gentleness was lost and Harry didn't care when he pulled back out and pistoned into her, balls slapping against her arse in that familiar rhythm. The image of it all, her against her books, them in her store, the fact that anyone could walk in, had him losing it.

Fueled by his voyeurism, Harry held her up with one arm and started thumbing her clit with his free hand. His sweet kitten went crazy, writhing and undulating under the pressure, before he hooked her legs again and slammed his cock into her tightness. 

Their lips met again in a lighter kiss and the sounds of the wet slap of skin along with Hermione's moans played through the store once more. Her pussy curled in on his cock making his effort to pull out and slide back in harder. It drove him insane because the feeling of her walls trying to keep him inside her forever was fucking heaven.

Whimpers and yelps from Hermione only stoked the fires of desire in him. He reached up, grabbing the back of her neck, and leaning forward so he could see her face as he fucked her as hard as he could. Her lips fell open ever so slightly for barely there moans to slip past them as he tried to fuck her body apart with his cock.

Pure sexual pleasure was written on his princess' face and her eyes were burning into his with a stare that made him twitch inside her. She was lost in the throes of pleasure. She was so thoroughly fucked that nothing else existed in the world except him. It drove him almost impossibly deeper into her sodden heat.

Breaking his gaze from her, Harry sent it down to where they were joined to watch as his cock disappeared inside her to the hilt. He would never get enough of that. It was fucking hot just watching his length be swallowed by her warmth with ease.

They were so damn needy for each other. Twenty four hours had finally passed and he'd fucked her so much and it still wasn't enough for both of them. She was going to be the death of him but what a way to go. Harry didn't care how long he had left as long as he could spend the rest of it buried balls deep in Hermione.

When he noticed that his kitten was struggling to keep ahold of the bars above her, he crushed her body against him and the bookshelf and let her clutch at his biceps. His skin was cut into by her nails but it was nothing to him. He rocked into her harshly as his hands now held her arse, giving him more leverage.

"Gonna come, kitten? Tell me," Harry ordered through ground teeth. He gave it to her hard and fast, unyielding and without any signs of stopping. "Fucking tight…damn," he tried to praise before her sweet pussy clenched on his cock after his words.

Hermione couldn't talk with how thoughtless she was and could only whine at him. That made him grin cruelly and Harry pushed himself to the limit, fucking her hard enough to cant the bookshelf backward. Thank goodness it was reinforced. Still, some of the books started to fall off and landed with a thud on the floor.

But he wanted to hear her voice, wanted to hear a few specific words from her. Her encounter with her ex hadn't left his mind even though he knew he had nothing to worry about. What he wanted, however, was to hear her tell him that.

After another devastating thrust hit her, he slapped her bum mildly and bent to whisper into her ear. "Who does this pussy belong to, princess?" Without giving her time to answer right away, he slid himself all the way out and waited. She needed to say it. Needed to tell him. "Tell me, Hermione, who's pussy is this?"

"Yours, yours," his kitten bucked against him to try to get him inside her again, "YOURSSSS." He plunged into her again to earn a wail from her. She belonged to him. He had her and no one was going to fucking take her. 

Jealous fury fueled him again and his thrust became even more unforgiving. The insides of Hermione's thighs were purpled, the skin splitting when his own lashed against them. Those bruises were his. They came from him fucking her so damn hard. That knowledge hardened his cock impossibly more.

Harry felt like his heart was trying to pound its way out of his chest and his skin was burning from the inside out. Hermione was no better. Her store's lights gleamed off of the sweat on her skin and it was hot under his touch. The uncomfortableness of their position started to creep in and his legs were cramping. Fuck it, he decided.

What were minor cramps compared to fucking his kitten till her intelligent brain was composed of only him and his cock hitting that sweet spot in her pussy. The cuts left by her nails on his biceps stung with the salt of his sweat on them. And he would endure that and the fucking cramps.

Nothing was too great, too hard, to bad to endure when he was fucking Hermione. Nothing could stop him from shoving his cock deep into her lush pussy until he was satisfied.

"I want you to come for me, kitten." His hand held the back of her neck firmly and his eyes found hers again; he never stopped driving into her. Keeping his voice steady despite his movements, he warned her, "Be a good girl for me and come all over my cock."

"Ooooonhggg," Hermione groaned huskily, her voice sore from all the screaming and moaning she was doing. Harry found the base of her neck afterward and sank his teeth into the velvety skin to finally push her over the edge. "OHHHHHHH." 

Silken wet walls encased his cock once more and locked it in place. "TIGHT…FUCKKKKKKKKK," Harry bellowed at the ceiling. His vision went black as his eyelids drooped and his balls tightened painfully. What felt like buckets of his cum blasted into her suckling pussy. 

Bodies smashed together against the shelf, the couple clutched at each other for support before the cramping in Harry's leg finally dragged him to the floor. Keeping hold of his lover, he fell down on his bum and took care not to jostle her too much.

His deep breaths were in conjunction with Hermione rambling incoherent gibberish and shivering in his arms. The remaining two brain cells he had saw fit to tell him that he fucked her to ruin. They pretty much committed suicide with that reminder because they promptly evaporated once the pride of it washed over him.

Some long aftercare when they got home was going to be necessary, that was for sure. And Harry couldn't help but laugh through the strain that came from his cramped calf muscle. Sex with Hermione was proving to be detrimental to his body. Who knew that he was just as broken up as she was? They would have to wait until he felt good enough to move even one of his muscles.

 ———

"You ruined my dress," his kitten complained once they had recovered and were getting dressed back at the front of the store. 'Recovered' was a bit of a misnomer in this case because Harry was still feeling like he had done a marathon of exercise. "What am I going to wear, Harry?" 

Fuck, she looks hot when she's being pissy.

Aching in his calf returned right after the thought as if to remind him and warn him that he couldn't fuck the attitude out of her. Harry slid off his jacket afterwards and stepped closer to her. "Put this on over your jumper, I'll buy you a new dress tomorrow."

An annoyed huff came from her, pulling the corner of his mouth upward. Yeah, she definitely was more sexy when she was miffed. The knit sweater was buttoned up but did nothing to hide her cleavage and the swell of her breasts. It would be funny if he ended up ripping that off of her too and sending the buttons flying. Hermione would probably kill him, though. 

She slipped on his racer jacket and the damn thing was so large on her that it pretty much fit like a dress. He just had to guffaw at the comical outfit on her. "Harryyyyy," a bratty Hermione whined. He silenced her with a stolen kiss right after and despite her best efforts, all signs of annoyance disappeared from her. "You can't just kiss me to stop me from being mad."

"Yeah, I can. Wanna see me do it again?" She didn't get to answer that question because he pecked her again before she could react. 

Throwing his shirt on, not missing her lusty gaze over his abs and pecs as he did so, Harry took her hand in his and guided her out into the chilly night. The streets were empty and he was almost disappointed that no one had seemed to hear or see what was going on. Almost. Okay, no, he was actually disappointed. What if 'Neville' saw him fucking Hermione? The thought made his length jump a little.

"It's cold, Harry. Aren't you cold?" Kitten asked from behind him worriedly. 

"I'm fine, don't worry," he muttered in response. In all honesty, his mind was filled with images of him taking Hermione in front of all the men she had been with. He wanted them to watch her scream, moan, writhe, and shatter over his cock. Damn, he was feral for this girl.

"None of this would have happened if you didn't rip my dress, you caveman," she playfully shot at him.

Wanted to be funny, did she? Harry rounded on her with that familiar gleam in his eye and his teeth bared. "What was that, kitten?" Her expression morphed instantly into one that clearly showed her desire and anticipation. The little brat wanted to be punished.

"Turn around." The command didn't even rest because she obeyed it with no hesitation. His little bookstore owner was starting to discover she was a brat. This was going to be fun. "Did you want to be punished, kitten?"

"Maybe," she answered, still playful. Even though her back was to him, he could still see her impish smile. Harry swung his palm down to her arse with enough force to hear the sound clearly. "One." Fuck. She remembered to count her spankings. Suddenly, his jeans felt way too uncomfortable.

"Good girl," Harry praised, lightly rubbing the soft flesh covered by her tights. He brought his hand down again after with the same mild force. 

"Two." Her voice was breathy this time and he knew her lust was taking over again. Another pair of her tights was ruined, he felt, when he trailed a finger down to her center. So wanton and needy. Damn. 

The sound of his palm hitting skin again echoed through the street and was followed by Hermione's count. It was slowly starting to build again. His desire to bury himself inside her once more was pushing forward. 

It would have to wait, he decided. The air was starting to get more brisk and he was feeling it. Harry went ahead and finished off her punishment with three more swats before turning her around to smash their lips together.

"Stop being a bad girl," he told her, knowing she was going to act even more like a brat at it.

He wasn't disappointed because she replied, "Make me."

"You forget that I have a whole two days with you after tonight," Harry dipped down to pat her bum threateningly as a sign of what was to come, "and I would hope you're this bold when we get back to your flat." He squeezed one of the cheeks sharply.

Instead of responding by teasing him like she had been doing, Hermione beamed at him. Her happiness lit up the dark night and he knew it had to be because he was spending the next two days with her like she asked him to do. His own smile shone brightly in the darkness around them because her happiness made him happy.

"We're going to do so many things together. Outside of sex, of course," Hermione said excitedly.

"I can't wait to see what you have planned, kitten." And he wasn't lying about that either. Sex was brilliant, obviously, but he was also looking forward to spending nice quality time with Hermione.

Dinner was wonderful just because they ate and conversed like a real couple. It hadn't been ignored by Harry that his promise to stay with her during their first night also came with a host of duties he knew she expected of him. And it didn't matter that she expected them, he wanted to fulfill them.

After all, he had declared himself to be her boyfriend. She was valuable to him, important. Unlike Cho or Ginevra, Hermione was a better match for him, he felt. In both stamina and everything else. If he were being honest with himself, Harry wanted more than just the dominant/submissive relationship dynamic with his kitten. 

Hopefully, she would feel the same. They were only one full day old as a couple but all signs pointed to the idea that she did. He only hoped that if he followed them, the signs would lead him into a more…legitimate personal relationship with Hermione. 

 ———

Now back home at her flat, Hermione was bouncing off the walls with joy. Her Biker Man was all hers for the rest of the weekend. She had so many things for them to do and would have a boatload of opportunities to just sit and talk with him about any and everything. They were progressing towards a real relationship.

Actually, that last part sounded disrespectful to the relationship they already established. They already had a real relationship, it was just that she wanted more than what already came from the dominant/submissive dynamic. The girl wanted to truly know her lover. She already knew his favourite food and some of his hobbies but there was so much more to learn.

Every indication given so far had told her that he felt the same. Perhaps Harry wanted more too. It was clear that they couldn't go on with just having sex and not being able to keep their hands off each other without the relationship becoming purely physical. Something told Hermione that a purely physical relationship wasn't built to last. And she wanted this relationship with Harry to last.

For God's sake, she didn't even know his middle name. That wasn't to say that their relationship wasn't meaningful or that Harry wasn't treating her like a princess when they weren't having sex. It was just that she wanted more of that. Maybe it was greed or something else but Hermione needed the emotional aspect of the relationship to blossom as much as the sexual aspect was.

"Something bothering you, babe?" Harry's baritone sounded to her before he wrapped her up from behind in a blanket-like embrace. 

"Just thinking," Hermione admitted shyly, hoping he wouldn't order her to say what was in her head.

"Hmmm, yeah I've been thinking too," said Harry. That perked her up. What if he was thinking about moving their relationship forward too? Was he? He couldn't be. Right? "I'm really looking forward to just being in this flat with you all weekend. Sex is amazing and all but I want to be with you for these next two days."

If she didn't know him as well as she did, she would think his voice sounded like he was unsure of himself and lacking the confidence that was so prevalent within him. The fact that he just declared that he wanted to be with her in her flat without the sex causing it filled her with a rare type of elation.

"I can't wait too, Harry. Hopefully you don't find me too boring," joked Hermione through an overjoyed giggle.

"Outside of riding around the country, Hermione. I don't do much. I hope you don't find me too boring." His banter in response came so easily, like they had done this a million times before. Her cheeks were going to cramp from all the smiling she was doing.

"We can be boring together then. We can watch the telly, read, maybe go on a ride or a date?" She finished that last part with hope tinging her voice.

"Sounds right up my alley, kitten. I'm looking forward to learning more about the great Hermione…errr…shite," he quipped before stumbling at the end when it occurred to him that he didn't know her last name. 

"Granger, Hermione Jane Granger," said Hermione laughingly before yelping when he spun her around quickly.

"Potter, Harry James Potter," he greeted in return, offering his hand for her to shake.

Bushy curls bounced from her delighted laugh and Hermione laid her arms over his shoulder to lean in for a quick kiss. "It's very nice to meet you, Harry James."

"I can say the same to you, Hermione Jane." They were smiling like a couple of idiots now but she was so damn happy. Everything was so easy with them, so natural. Not just the sex and their dynamic but everything outside of it. "I still prefer kitten, though."

She did too. Nothing had changed in their dynamic and nothing would change. What did change or was going to change was how much they knew about each other and how close they would be outside of that dynamic. That was fine with her. 

Because Hermione loved that she was Harry's sweet kitten. His princess. His good girl. His. But she knew that already. 

Notes:Bookshop sex finally, am I right? Also, lol at Harry cramping up while doing that and deciding to just power through it. He's such a giving person 😏. Self-sacrificing and all that lol.

Chapter 6: Pleasure and PunishmentSummary:Too much of a good thing can be a bad thing. Harry shows Hermione just how true that statement can be as they spend another sleepless night together.

What Hermione didn't know was that after he had fucked her in the park, Harry had returned to pick up a few 'tools' he tended to use during his sessions. Handcuffs, chokers, leashes, blindfolds, and a few thin hemp ropes. The two nights and one day they had been together had served only as an introduction for what he was about to do to her should she choose to stay in his world. Now, like he had told her, playtime was over and the real fun would begin for him.

They were sat together in her bathtub as he took great care of her body and cleaned her up. Aftercare was never especially intimate for him because it was sort of part of the job when it came to bondage. He owed it to his partners to clean them up and help them recover as they returned to earth from their pleasurable highs.

With his kitten, however, aftercare wasn't just some menial duty that needed to be fulfilled. It was a chance to bond with her, show her how much he would take care of her, and assure her that he did very much want the emotional aspect of their newfound relationship along with the phenomenal physical aspect as well. Kitten needed to be reminded that she was precious to him and aftercare was his best way of showing that. Lord only knew that he was shite at talking about his feelings.

"I didn't realize how sore I was," said Hermione, head reclined relaxedly against his shoulder as he stroked her pussy soothingly and played with her folds. The combination with the warm water and the bath bombs he had brought as well had her drunk without even touching liquor. "This feels nice." Her voice was so soft, so fucking cute. It was dangerous how much her cuteness made him want to aggressively fuck the hell out of her. Restraint was key, though.

"Two nights and one day of nothing but sex will do that to you," Harry joked lightly while he kept up his ministrations on her. His free hand had found her breast and simply held onto it like a stress ball.

"Sex with you. You're very…err…big." The masculine ego that never needed to be stroked inside him was well and truly stroked by those words. Size didn't matter, the man using it did. But, Harry wasn't complaining about his length and thickness. "It feels like you're choking me when you're inside me."

Laughing, he hovered his lips across her shoulders and down her spine. At least she wasn't shy anymore about how she felt. "Does it make you uncomfortable? Do I hurt you?" He inquired despite knowing her answer.

"No," his lips quirked up at that and she pressed back even more to his already stiff cock, "it feels nice. I like when you're inside me." 

So innocent, so damn sweet. The fact that she managed to make her saying that she liked when he fucked her sound so bloody adorable was…the word hadn't been invented yet. He teased her afterwards. "What a coincidence, I like when I'm inside you too."

"Harryyyy," she dragged his name out in admonishment but laughed regardless.

This felt nice. Just a simple conversation and enjoying each other's company like they did during dinner in her bookshop. It was great. He liked it. Dare he say, he even loved it. For as much as he enjoyed his sessions and taking Hermione, there was also nothing better than simply unwinding. 

"You had your clothes with you while we were in the park, what else did you need to get after you left?" She finally asked after serenity overstayed its welcome. 

The smirk that adorned his face in response to that question made Harry look every bit as wicked as he knew himself to be. Curiosity and the cat. A tale as old as time. If only Hermione knew better than to indulge her natural inquisitiveness.

"Tools," Harry said noncommittally, giving her nothing else and stoking the questions he knew she would have.

"What kind of tools? What do you need to fix?" She questioned him again naively. Chuckling, he nipped at her neck to earn a little tiny gasp from her.

"The kind of tools that'll fix your attitude." Now his kitten knew what his tools were for. Her folds quivered under his touch and his palm felt the steady rise of her nipple into its tight peak. "Don't think I haven't noticed that you enjoy when I spank you or when I fuck that pretty mouth of yours."

"What are they going to do?" Hermione's slight fear was present under the coating of desire that lined her voice.

Harry reminded himself that she was still new and thought that sexual punishments were like regular punishments in that they were designed to hurt her and belittle her. "They won't hurt you. What they will do is teach you not to be a bad girl."

Her anxiety and doubt washed away right after his words. The plump and ripened cheeks on her face stretched in what he knew was a result of her own playful smile. "But I like being a bad girl."

Teeth delved into her smooth skin afterwards while the hand on her breast squeezed it tightly and plucked her nipple between the fingers. "And I like punishing little kittens who decide to be bad." Harry sucked the flesh on her neck between his teeth and let his other finger dip into her pussy. Wet, like she always was. "I like fucking the attitude out of my sweet princess."

"I like when you do that too," Hermione sozzledly replied, wearing that same blissful smile he came to know and love.

Poor girl had no idea what lay in store for her. He was through with taking it easy on her. She was his. Her orgasms would come at his command. Harry was going to fuck her until she was senseless and begging for release. She liked being a bad girl? Very well then.

He continued playing with her pussy, pretending to be a pianist with how his fingers worked every sensitive part of her delicious center. "Always so wet for me, babe. I think you're just as addicted to me as I am to you," Harry purred.

"I need you." Fuck, she really did sound like a kitten with that needy whine. He had to resist going soft on her and just fucking her to completion over and over again. His kitten needed to learn a valuable lesson. "P—Please, Harry."

"What do you need? You don't just need me, you need something from me," he hotly prompted, prodding at her defences and trying to get her to admit her desires.

"No, I need you. All of you, I want everything." Hermione took him off guard when her declaration came out firmly without any hint of deceit. Harry had no doubt she wanted all of him and not just the sex. And that made him feel something that was quite foreign to him.

All he could say was the same. "I need you too, kitten. I need everything. You'll give me all of you, hmm?" He just had to ask her that. If she was going to give him everything, he would snatch it up like a starving lion.

"All of it. I don't just want the sex, I want you. I want to give you all of me," Hermione answered drunkenly.

The entire time they had been talking, Harry's fingers had been working her pussy along with her nipple. Now, though, he had to pause to make sure he heard her correctly and that the arousal wasn't doing the talking for her.

"What was that, kitten?" Confidence coated his voice despite him feeling none of it in his body.

Just as he was beginning to believe that his suspicions on her arousal were true, Hermione said, "I mean it. I don't want a physical relationship only. If that's not what you want…" His kitten didn't get a chance to finish because he gently tilted her head to meet her face and then pulled her into a sensual kiss.

He wanted to be gentle, he really did, but the desire to consume her from the inside out destroyed any resistance he had. His tongue slithered down her throat after mapping every little detail of her mouth. His hand curled around her throat, keeping her attached to him for as long as possible. 

Who needed air? Certainly not him. All he needed was to exchange souls with her. To kiss her so damn deeply that he left a part of himself within her.

And when they finally broke apart because he felt himself going lightheaded, Harry decided enough was enough. No more teasing, no more foreplay. He needed to be inside his princess. Punishment could wait. He just had to feel her pussy clamp down on his cock and try to keep it inside her til the day they both died.

Before he could voice that, however, Hermione beat him to the punch. "Fuck me, Harry. I want you inside me," she murmured songfully.

Arranging her to sit on his lap sideways, he picked her up in a bridal carry to head back to her bedroom. Funnily enough, he had a half thought to dry off their skin but what would have been the point? They were going to need another bath after he was done with her.

Hermione slipped out of his arms when he went to lie her down on the bed and dropped to her knees. Waves of uninhibited pleasure crashed over him before he could tell her that she didn't have to suck him. Her hot mouth pulled his cock into it, tiny tongue sliding under him, and her dainty fingers wrapped around the length she couldn't take.

The sight of Hermione on her knees with her kiss swollen lips needily pulling at his cock nearly spun his head right around. Her hand twisted around the rest of the length and trailed down to his balls. Head thrown back, Harry hissed at the kind of painful pleasure.

Amber eyes watered because her mouth just couldn't handle his girth. His sheer length and thickness made her choke slightly but she continued on, relentlessly engulfing him. And, FUCK, the sounds that came from her sucking and choking on him. 

Her slippery little fingers fondled his balls before lifting his cock to let her lick the underside of it from base to tip. Harry got the sense that she was doing it for her enjoyment, not just his. His kitten was sucking his cock because she bloody enjoyed it for herself. The thought of that made him burn up inside.

Pink and plump lips pressed themselves to the tip and her tongue went out to lap at his slit afterward. Gripping her hair just to keep himself from falling over, Harry forced himself to watch as she took him back into her mouth all the way into her throat. Her steamy gaze never left him as she throated him.

It got to be too much for him. He couldn't finish without being inside her first. Apology was written on his face as he yanked her off him and pulled her to her feet. "I'm not coming unless it's inside your pussy," his hands slid down to her voluptuous rear as he cupped it before lifting her up, "fucking hell, I need to be inside you."

Screeching sounds from the floorboard rang out when Harry laid her on the edge of the bed and spread her legs to bare her pulsing tightness to him. Standing over her, he kept her legs spread and bent before lining himself up and sliding home in one hit.

No matter how many times he did it, shoving his cock deep into his kitten's pussy would never not make him see stars. He pinned her wrists next to her head as his hips lashed against hers, making lewd sounds that would make even the most wicked of creatures blush.

"That's it, babe," Harry cooed at her. Hermione was wrecked under him and cried to the heavens each time his length punishingly hit her cervix. Their lips slammed together again as he grunted into her mouth when his hips raised to spear his cock into her. 

After a few more heavy thrusts, he switched it up. Pulling himself upright to stand on his feet once more, Harry threw both Hermione's legs over his shoulders to hook her ankles behind his head and took her neck in his hand. 

"You" -thrust- "belong" -thrust- "to" -thrust- "me." 

The skin on his waist and adonis belt was splattered with her juices as he continued to fuck into her mercilessly. It felt impossible to need her the way he did but he didn't care. Nothing in the world compared to her heated walls choking his cock in their warmth.

Evilly, Harry grinned at her when she became so dazed from their sex that her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she could only produce faint sounds behind stuttered breaths. And regardless of that, when his thumb slid up to her lips, they parted immediately to let her suck on it.

Again, the bed shook and dragged against the floor from him plunging into her. He wanted to create an endless cycle of fucking her so hard that she would need lengthy aftercare which would inevitably lead to him being buried in her sex again. So desperate, he was, to keep himself inside her.

Even with her sucking him before they started, Harry knew he could hold off his own impending release. Thoughts of her words to him replayed in his head. She wanted him. Not just his cock. Not just him fucking the lights out of her. Him.

They changed positions again, him sitting on the bed with her impaled on his cock as she sat astride him . Harry rested his head on her shoulder to stare through her bushy mane into the mirror where he could clearly see him being swallowed whole by her pussy.

"Fuck," he whispered the exclamation to himself. Every thick inch of him fit inside her so damn snugly. Hermione seemed content to just sit on him. No, that wouldn't do. He needed more. "Be a good girl and bounce on my cock, kitten." He added a quick swat on her flushed bum afterward just because he could.

She got to work right away despite her dazedness and moved along with him lifting her up to bounce on his hardness. Harry swore he grew even more hard just from watching the scene play out in the mirror. All of his length disappeared as he counted every inch that she took inside until he was balls deep.

As much as he wanted to keep watching, he also couldn't be selfish and let her give him all the nice things. A possessive hand found her arse again while his mouth sucked on one of her breasts to let his tongue swirl around the hardened peak adorning it. The nipple tightened as he laved over it and he knew she was close. 

Their session was at the end, he knew, and he decided to finish it off. She wrapped around him as he stood up before he leant over to pound her horizontally. He couldn't get too deep but he more than made up for it with swift thrusts as he held her in the air and had his way with her.

And it wouldn't be sex with him unless he started talking, which Harry did as he continued rutting Hermione. "My good girl, your pussy is so sweet." Like candy. Not even candy. Her hot cunt was sweeter than anything. "Scream, babe. Let everyone know." 

Her neighbours were probably well asleep so it would be nice for them to wake up and hear the innocent bookstore owner who lived next door getting fucked into insensitiveness. That thought made him go faster, drive harder into her. Everyone needed to know how much of a wanton little thing his kitten was.

His hips were ruthless as they slammed into her and the finish came upon her to wrench a powerful shriek from her that nearly deafened him. The same walls he loved so much locked his cock in place and squeezed every last drop of his cum out of his balls, ending his heady pace. Like always, her pussy took it all to overflowing as it sucked him dry.

Climax brought him to his knees with her and he just managed to place her on the floor without hurting her. The sight that greeted him afterwards of flushed skin, nipples tightened to the point of almost pain on heaving breasts, and a face completely cock drunk, left him in a state of awe. 

Trailing his eyes down to her pussy where he was still lodged deep inside her, Harry was treated to the vision of her folds fluttering around his cock while some of their juices leaked out of her. 

Hermione's hips were slightly raised as her rear sat on his thighs. That allowed him to see just a faint imprint of his still raging erection—thank young virility—inside her petite body. He lost his mind at the sight and took hold of her slim waist.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't think anymore," promised Harry wildly, too far gone into his decision to fuck his kitten apart.

"Hmmm…" Hermione moaned tiredly behind closed eyes that flew open when he fell over her once again and pinned her wrists down. "…I don't think I can take anymore."

"Yes," Harry withdrew himself to the tip, "you," he ducked his lips to briskly brush their lips together before pulling back, "can." His cock dove into her entrance again and slid home to hit bottom in one go, yanking a squeaked moan from his lover. "Fuck yes."

She responded to him with sexy little sounds that short circuited his brain. After so many sessions with her, the sounds of pleasure he created in her still rendered him mindless. Yet, his body knew exactly what to do when he was inside her.

Punishment was off the table for the night but there were ways to teach his princess a lesson. Orgasm after orgasm to kill every last part of her brain was one of those ways. Until his body had nothing left to give, Harry would take Hermione to climax.

Finding newfound energy because of that thought, he began pistoning into her yet again. One of his hands slid behind her head to cushion it against the unforgiving floor that he was fucking her into. By the time he was done, she would be thoughtless like he was.

His body went on automatically and one of his hands naturally slid onto her neck again while the other kept her wrist pinned. He loved seeing her like that. Under him with nowhere to go as he possessed every inch of her body and every part of her soul. Soon, he would have all of her heart too.

Their bodies melded together, aided by the thick sheen of sweat on them that replaced the water, and slid up the floor as Harry continued to snap his hips forward into her. And, yeah, his knees were hurting from digging into the floor but he didn't care.

Grunts, growls, and even some kind of amalgamation of them both were ripped from his throat into the air. It was just how he felt. More beast than human. Everything around him wasn't helping either. Hermione's own gasping sounds because she was struggling to breathe, the musky but mouthwatering smell of their coupling. 

It only made him try to hit deeper and crash against that sweet spot in her pussy that he knew like the back of his own hand now. The slight curve of his cock hit the spongy spot over and over again to bring Hermione to her second release. But he wasn't done. Nowhere close.

Harry fucked her through the climax, this time slowing his thrusts to a grinding pace while he snaked down to her clit. He knew what he was doing. Attention needed to be paid to the swollen bud and he lovingly pressed his thumb into it and swirled around it. His kitten went crazy as she tried to squirm and writhe but his authoritative hand on her neck held her down.

"Don't run from it, Hermione," Harry chastised, giving obsessive attention to her clit in the motions he knew would break her apart. When he wound her up again, he left it and knocked their bodies forward again with a hammering thrust. "Take me like a good girl," he hissed angrily.

Poor Kitten squealed brokenly again when he pulled out just to go balls deep into her pussy once more. The slower pace gave him enough time to recover and he continued almost bowling them across the floor before he picked up speed again. This time, he had another motion.

Pressing down slightly below her midriff where he knew her sweet spot to be, Harry gave his cock to Hermione hard and fast. She lasted a little bit more but he ended up giving her another orgasm like it was nothing to him. He smirked while she babbled nonsensically, never stopping his rapid thrusts.

Harry's second climax somehow managed to sneak up on him, not making itself known until right before it began to come over him. Maybe it was because he was too concentrated on Hermione to notice it but his lower belly uncoiled and launched a fiery haze over him before he spilled his cum inside her yet again. 

He went still and tensed his body above her to keep from collapsing while his balls turned out heaps of his essence endlessly. Everything devolved into white noise from the sheer intensity of it but one wicked thought stayed in his mind as he began to recover: keep bringing Hermione to orgams until she could truly take no more. 

Had it not been for his remarkably good memory, Harry would have thought he had taken a supplement or something that allowed him a short refractory period. In a short moment after he came down from his high and was in the middle of lapping up the sweat on Hermione's neck, his cock hardened again.

They both felt it and let out matching groans that sounded embarrassingly like they were in pain. Yet, he knew he still wanted to take her all over again. He had a promise to keep after all.

That promise would be fulfilled, he decided, when he began stroking into her relaxedly. Neither too fast nor too slow. Just right. He couldn't lie to himself, he was getting uncomfortable. Muscles ached, bones felt like mush, and his heart was pumping way too much blood. Harry took it easy in showing Hermione just how much he worshiped her body.

Lips pressed to her cheek, he rasped into the skin, "So pretty, so good for me. My sweet girl, let me have you again." He ended with a pained hiss when her fingers stabbed at his skin like little needles. Kitten's arms were wrapped around his back for support as she held onto him for her own sanity. "Want all of you to be mine. All of you."

Their final time of the night culminated in one more whisper of an orgasm for Hermione which he followed up with his own after. Knowing she was well and truly done for gave Harry all the clearance he needed to roll off of her and collapse onto the floor beside her. Whoever it was that said sex was no less vigorous than any other intense exercise, they were right.

 ———

In all honesty, Hermione was pleasantly surprised that she didn't black out or collapse while Harry was in the middle of handing orgasms to her at will. Really, how was he already so much of an expert in her body? Ahhh, she was getting off topic. The point was that she was glad she didn't black out and miss out on the near electric shock of continuous pleasure rippling through her.

Even if she went to sleep in a heap of exhaustion right after it was finished. 

Hermione figured her lover must have taken her back to her bed after she fell asleep on the floor. He was curled up behind her and it was then she noticed that she was clothed in his oversized t-shirt. Harry had dressed her as well. Dear God, the man was a saint. Well, not quite a saint. No righteous saint could ever do what he had done to her hours ago.

As expected, there was a sense of soreness between her thighs and she slid a finger down to test how tender her center was. The mere touch pulled a wince from her but she noticed that she was, for lack of a better word, clean down there. That sounded terrible. Hermione felt no remnants of hers or Harry's essences. Yes, that was better.

Harry had dressed her and cleaned her up as well. So maybe he actually was a saint. A different, more…sexy kind of saint. 

All that sex had her craving some food to regain the energy she lost and the calories she knew she burnt. Sex really was an intense exercise, there were no ifs ands or buts about that. The girl slid out from under her lover's arm which had, funnily enough, been thrown over her to let his hand palm her breast. Taking care not to make him stir, she stood up and admired his sleeping form.

Even though the shadows casted over him mingled with his black hair, the messy locks still appeared to have some kind of shimmery glow over them. They were tousled more than usual as well from all of the sex they had. His skin glowed as well from the pale moonlight because of the light sweat covering him.

She tried not to but her eyes found themselves rolling down to his boxers. They widened considerably once she saw the imprint of his cock. Wondering if he was hard or just that hung, Hermione blushed crimson at his manhood but subconsciously licked her lips. The images of what she did to him decided to play in her head.

He tastes so good, she told her mind.

The girl rid herself of those thoughts and ambled out of her room to find some much needed food. On the prowl like a hungry lioness, Hermione found the leftovers Harry had the wherewithal to take after their session in the bookstore. After easy preparation, she tucked into the meal.

Soon after, Hermione found herself sitting on the breakfast table eating a tub of ice cream as her mind saw fit to reminisce on the night she had. Mint chocolate hit her taste buds smoothly but it was the last thing she could think about because someone else occupied her whole existence. 

Harry James Potter. Biker Man. Master of her body. They had finally gotten to talk to each other about potentially having more than mindblowing sex defining their relationship. He wanted her. All of her. If she were able to, Hermione would have done a little dance on her table while she devoured her ice cream.

Everything just was better. Ice cream tasted better. Her flat looked better. She felt better. Her Biker Man was officially hers. There was no more compromising or dancing around it or half measures taken, Harry belonged to her the way he told her she did to him. 

And the celebratory sex they had after they mutually affirmed that was living rent free inside her head. With the reminiscence came the feelings. The sensation of all of his long and thick cock sliding deep inside her, his hard body gluing to hers, their breaths becoming one as they kissed, and his breath on the shell of her ear when he told her all the filthy little things only he could come up with were rampant over her each part of her skin. Hairs on her body stood up on end while her heartbeat quickened just a little bit.

Had the room gotten warmer? Or was it just her? It had to be that just the thought of Harry made her skin drive heat like a furnace. Regardless of the fact that he wasn't with her, she still felt him all over. His hands, his warm breath, his chiseled body, and other things. 

A quarter way finished with her ice cream, Hermione's lips curled up the more she replayed her night of indulgence. No part of her room was untouched as he took her every which way he could. He consumed her from the inside out and truly made her his own.

His presence announced itself to her again before she even heard or saw him. Something about those blazing emerald eyes and the sheer heat radiating off of him was attuned to her senses. Hermione shifted herself on her breakfast table to meet the gaze of her lover. Not surprisingly, he appeared ready for another session.

But she wasn't. As much as she wanted him and enjoyed having him take her, Hermione knew her body well enough to know that she wouldn't be able to handle anything more from him. Harry prowled over to her like he was the hunter and she, the prey. 

"How are you feeling, kitten?" He questioned in his greeting.

"Sore and tender but I'm fine," Hermione answered easily, purring under his touch on her cheek.

He came to stand in front of her with her legs spread wide to accommodate his presence, and smirked when he saw the tub of ice cream. "Mint chocolate, my favourite," he said lowly. She knew his mind was working up some kind of lascivious intent. "I want to try something."

Despite her soreness, Hermione nodded her permission because she trusted her Biker Man. Her nipples poked through her shirt and tightened when his hand went to wrap around her neck like it so often did. When he took the ice cream from her with a wicked grin, the girl started to try to piece the puzzles together.

"Take off your shirt." The instruction was clear as the day that hadn't broken yet and she did as was told without need for him to repeat himself. Nipples tightened painfully as the faintly chilly air caressed them and Harry let out a low rumble of appreciation. "Lie down, kitten."

Again doing as was instructed, Hermione felt her skin tingle and her back arched as the coldness from the table shocked her nerve endings. She was wearing nothing else and was laid bare for him to do as he wished. 

"Do you trust me?" asked Harry in a breathy whisper.

"You know I do," Hermione replied just as breathily,

The smile on his face stretched so wide that it brought one of her own on her face. Watching as he took a dollop of the mint chocolate delight into a spoon so he could eat it, the girl moaned at how sultry he made that simple act look.

Then, he took another spoonful but didn't eat it. His smile disappeared as his expression changed to desire. Tented boxers alerted her to the fact that he was just as needy for her but he made no move to address it. A part of her thanked him mentally because the ache between her legs was still very much present.

"I wonder how this tastes," was all Harry said before he brought the scoop of ice cream down to one of her breasts. The cold shock made her squirm and tremble frantically as it assaulted the tightened peak. "Hold on, kitten."

When her hands clutched at the edges of the table, Harry fell over her again and pressed his clothed erection into her center before greedily lapping up the sweet treat off of her breast. All the while, he was grinding himself into her but taking care to be gentle. 

His slick tongue darted every which way as he canvassed her skin for any traces of the desert until finally pulling her nipple between his lips and sucking on it. When he was done, he nibbled on it just enough to make her go crazy.

"As good as I expected," he smiled up at her from his position with his chin laying on her chest, "my new favourite desert so far."

"So far?" Hermione curiously prodded, combing her fingers through his messy hair while he peppered kisses across her breast bone.

"I want to try a couple more," he told her gleefully. 

Another scoop of ice cream adorned her other breast but this time Harry's fingers weren't idle as they sought out her cunt and rubbed it soothingly. While the desert melted, he played with her folds and did his best to rub away the pain all the while winding her up.

Soon after her skin was covered in the melted cream, he dove in again and drank up all of it with eagerness befitting a man short of sustenance. Hermione was a mess of moans and cries of 'oh, Harry' while his tongue traced over her skin and cleaned her up.

And she knew what was going to be his favourite new desert when he was done. The gleam in his eyes told her of a hunger that could only be sated by one thing. This man was going to positively make a meal out of her. He slid down her body, serpentine in his movements, and had his face resting right in front of her soaked quim.

Harry blew a light breath over her and she quivered like shockwaves ran through her. In any other circumstance, she would have felt ashamed with having someone admiring her the way he was but Hermione only felt desire. A burning want to have his mouth on her.

Thankfully, he didn't disappoint that desire and drew another dollop of ice cream. She tried her best to prepare herself for the cold shock but it tore through her nerve endings and made her nearly shoot up off the table had it not been for Harry restraining her.

"You're doing so well, kitten," he praised, the words rifling through her to send a little stream of her juices out of her center.

Once the ice cream had soaked into her, Harry got to work and began devouring her. Wet tongue dabbed the cream away and licked a stripe up her entrance. His fingers were not to be outdone as they spread her folds to allow him to taste her slit. Soreness eased away to become breath-stealing pleasure that had staticky whites exploding behind her eyes.

Because she was so sensitive, Hermione felt every single movement of Harry's mouth against her sex. He was licking her up in between fucking her with his tongue while his thumb pressed down into her clit. And when that was enough for the moment, he slurped all of her juices up.

Ohhh, but he wasn't content with all of that alone. After his lips encased the bundle of nerves, Harry decided to swirl his tongue around it in circular motions to set the flames flickering over her body. That alone was enough to send her careening into orgasm but he just had to hook his two fingers inside her to hit that special spot.

Hermione came with earthshaking force, it felt like, and her body arched off the table as her walls clenched on his fingers while he never stopped his actions. Harry continued to suck and lick at her clit while fucking her with his fingers to turn her into a puddle of pure sex.

It was too much for her and she used her feet to push him away, too sensitive from the overload of pleasure to even hope to take any more of his mouth on her. Her body twitched while her legs shook of their own accord. The world was blinking in and out of vision. Everything was falling apart for her.

Her lover finally came back into vision and Hermione was treated to seeing his lower face slick with her juices while he sucked his fingers clean. A sudden thought that maybe she had gotten in over her head with him was starting to come about.

Harry Potter was different. He possessed endless stamina, virility, and desire for her. The girl got the sense that if he could have it his way, she would never be able to leave her flat because he would be shagging or eating her senseless. So naughty. So destructive. So bloody sexy.

Chiseled abdominal muscles, taut pecs adorning a broad chest, defined shoulders that stretched wider than most, and the monument to masculinity that lay beneath his boxers. And don't forget that damn tattoo on his hip to the side of his sumptuous adonis belt. Bloke was not good for her health. No, he was not.

 ———

Watching as Hermione kicked him away and struggled to contend with yet another devastating climax gave Harry that familiar feeling of masculine pride once more. Kitten bowed, arched, kicked, and tore about on every part of her breakfast table after he let her off. That only put a bright smile on his face.

When she finally calmed down and observed him licking his fingers clean off her slick, Harry decided he wanted to put on even more of a show for her. As much as he hated to accept it, she couldn't take more of him being inside her. Her eyes and face had spoken the truth she didn't want to admit.

Normally, when he wasn't fucking her and filling her up with his cum, he would use her mouth to get himself off. Even that was off the table now. And that left only one other possibility. Smirking to himself because he knew he was going to spice up an old trick, Harry pulled up a chair and slipped his rock hard length out of his boxers when he sat down.

His cock wept and cried for his touch as it laid against his belly. The bulbous purplish tip pulsed and swelled every so often before spurting a bead of precum. Kitten kept a keen eye on the length and Harry decided to tease it, just trying to coax it a little bit more.

A finger ran up the underside of him to trace the ridge and thick vein that adorned it. The feeling of it was barely even there but it was enough for his cock to twitch needily again and leak out a little more of his precum onto his abs.

"Watch," Harry commanded softly even though he knew he had her full undivided attention.

She nodded before catching herself and realizing her voice needed to be heard. "Yes, Harry." Sinfully, he smirked at her and began tugging his cock in the motion he had known since he was a teenager. Hermione chewed on her bottom lip and the signs of her arousal were clear as ever.

Hardened tight peaks on her chest, chocolatey brown eyes wide and dilated with lust, and the two dainty fingers that were sneaking down to her pussy without her knowledge. Harry stroked his hardness, his fingers moving smoothly against the velvety skin, and started to remember.

Remember Hermione sucking him for her own pleasure. Dropping to her knees and taking his cock in her mouth before deepthroating it. He groaned at seeing those beautiful sweet lips wrapped around the head of his cock as he remembered. Then, he remembered every time he was inside her.

How could he forget those times? No matter how many times he fucked himself into her warm and soaked pussy, each time felt like the first. Fingers jerked his cock faster as he replayed the vision of her under him writhing in pleasure as he ruthlessly plowed into her. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Visions of her bent over taking his cock from behind were next and Harry could hear the sounds of his hips meeting her arse while she screamed and yelped each time he hit deep in that flavoursome pussy. His thumb spread the precum at the tip to give him some lubrication as he stroked himself languidly.

From base to tip, Harry took gentle care of his erection and drew himself closer to climax. The imaginations ran so wild in his head that he could vividly feel everything he had felt when they were happening. It urged him to keep playing with his length.

Eyes darting back up to Hermione, Harry caught sight of her touching herself too. That tested the limits of his control that was now pulled so tightly that the proverbial cord would snap with any little thing. If that happened, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from bending her over and fucking her until her body was bisected by his cock.

But…watching her play with herself while he did the exact same thing was phenomenally satisfying and hot. His cock grew harder, somehow making it possible, and responded to every little touch of his with little quivers and jumps.

He was content to masturbate until he eventually spilled his cum but his princess had other ideas. "Let me suck you, I want to taste you." For a second, the power dynamic shifted and she was the one giving the order. Except, the order wasn't authoritative more than it was needy. "Please, Harry, I want your cum in my mouth."

Consider her innocence ruined. The girl he knew from two nights ago wouldn't even think to dream up those words and then verbalize it. He was so proud of his kitten for being vocal about her desires. No longer was she shy about them.

Rising to his feet with an affirming nod, Harry murmured the order for her to stay lying down on the table as he circled it to let him stand behind her with her head resting right underneath his cock. He had to try this because he had never done it before but had seen enough adult films to know how fucking brilliant it was.

Harry adjusted his cock before doing the same to Hermione and making her head hang off the table just enough to let it fall back and push her mouth upwards to him. "Relax your throat like I taught you, kitten," he softly whispered in his instruction. 

Some kind of garbled sound rattled through his chest and out of his mouth when he slid his cock into her waiting mouth. In spite of everything telling him to go fast and fuck into her throat at blinding speed, Harry kept it mild and mimicked the slow deep thrusts he used when he was fucking into her pussy.

Emerald green eyes found her throat where he could clearly see the bulge of his cock inside of it. Like a circuit board, Harry's brain was fried as its wires burnt up. He knew he was above average but this, this, was driving him insane. His cock was threatening to burst through Hermione's throat and still she wasn't giving in.

"Shit…good…" it was probably a bad idea to speak as he tried to maintain the easy rhythm thrusting into her mouth. Brain cells were vapourizing one by one in the trillions. "…ahh," escaped him as he whimpered and moaned when he pulled back so she could suck on the tip and swirl her tongue.

It was killing him, she was killing him. Tiny fingers went back to her fluttering pussy and started playing with it while she threatened to suck his balls dry. Legs stopped working and Harry couldn't move anymore, instead surrendering himself to Hermione.

She sucked his cock hungrily, lips wrapped halfway around it while her tongue slid over the smooth skin. Cheeks hollowed out, his kitten pulled him in deep to her hot mouth and used what little momentum she could get to bob up and down.

Seeing her try to bob her head spurred him to begin driving into her throat. He took it slower this time because he bloody needed to. Harry didn't trust himself to go fast and not falter but he also wanted to feel every inch of his cock being caressed by her wicked little mouth and throat in slow motion.

"Hnggg," moaned Hermione around his length as her fingers sped up between her legs. She was close, he knew, and it was because sucking him had made her even more aroused.

"Fuckkkkk…Herm…" Harry tried again to speak but could only manage two murmurs in between sharp breaths. Her throat kept bulging each time he lodged the length inside it after pulling out. That alone was robbing him of thought.

Not long after, the combination of sucking his cock and playing with herself brought about Hermione's release. Her moan dragged out slowly and huskily over the cock in her mouth, sending vibrations through it that sucked the blood out of Harry's head. 

Just before he lost vision, he saw her nipples stiffen up before peaking as she came around her fingers while her hips rolled and thrashed against the waves of pleasure. That was enough for him to let go and come right down her throat after he embedded himself balls deep into it.

Maybe it was a blessing in disguise that he couldn't see her vigorously swallowing his cum. The feeling of it alone was enough because her throat was caressing and massaging him as she drank up his essence. In record time, for him at least, his body decided that it had nothing left to give. 

Round after round of sex and now of Hermione sucking him to completion was enough for him. Cock softened, Harry slipped out of his kitten's mouth and shifted himself just enough to collapse next to her onto the table. Exhaustion that could probably be equated to one caused by going twelve rounds in a boxing ring destroyed him.

Unaware of his current situation, Hermione's open-mouthed voice sounded through to him and turned him to dust. "I love how your cum tastes, Harry."

Damn girl was going to kill him with sex. For the first time ever, he doubted if his endurance was on par with his partner's. Right now, it seemed closer to the fact that she was well ahead of him in that regard. The amount of times he came had turned his cock into a tender sensitive spot that made him hiss painfully as the chilled air lashed at it. He felt so damn bruised too.

About every muscle in his body felt inflamed. More than that, his head still had not gotten enough blood pumped into it. And he was shivering from the cold in Hermione's kitchen. Put shortly, Harry was a mess. And his lover noticed it.

"Can't handle me, Mister Potter?"