Son of Lust Pt. 7 (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

Poll Winner

Themes: Oral Sex, Exhibitionism, Slutty

Summary: Part 7 of Son of Lust. On their way to Astronomy, which of course takes place at midnight, Hermione pulls Harry off to the side and drops to her knees to give him a little something to keep her square in his mind after his trip to France. And when he gives her something in return... well, with it being so dark and late at night, no one is going to notice her wearing her boyfriend's load during class... right? 

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“H-Harry…”

Harry blinks and glances to his side, where Hermione is very cutely tugging on his shirt sleeve and giving him the biggest puppy dog eyes he’s ever seen from the brunette bookworm. A soft, fond smile works its way across his face, even as his demonic instincts prod him to take advantage of her innocence and naivety and make her his woman.

Said instincts are easy enough to ignore because Harry knows the truth. One, Hermione is the furthest thing from innocent or naïve in this entire Castle save for him and Lavelia. Two, Hermione Granger already IS his woman, through and through.

“Yes, ‘Mione?”

Biting her lower lip, blushing profusely, his… girlfriend for lack of a better word fidgets for a moment before glancing around and then back to him.

“C-Can we have a moment in private?”

Harry looks around as well and then shrugs.

“Sure, ‘Mione.”

In that moment, they’re making their way through Hogwarts Castle as part of a big crowd. This is because they have about twenty minutes left until Astronomy Class is supposed to start. Hogwarts could be a little weird at times. Despite the fact that there was a curfew enforced by the Castle’s curmudgeonly Caretaker, Argus Filch, there was also a class like Astronomy, which happened at midnight most of the time to make it easier to see the stars.

This was true for all years, which meant pretty much the entire week there were people making their way through the Castle long after dark, heading for the Astronomy Tower. Filch wasn’t allowed to accost the students who were just trying to get to class, but that didn’t stop him from trying often enough all the same. The solution? Everyone tended to leave their House Dormitory in one big group when they had late-night Astronomy, presenting too big of a target for Argus Filch to attack.

That all said, there was another reason they were traveling in such a big pack at the moment. Namely… everyone unthinkingly gravitated to Harry these days. They didn’t even know they were doing it, not really… but there was a reason he was currently stood in the very center of the large group of Gryffindors slowly and casually making their way towards Astronomy. It was because they were all being pulled into his orbit. It was inescapable, due to his demonic nature.

Well… inescapable for them anyways. For Harry, he merely has to make eye contact with Lavelia over the heads of some of the other Gryffindors and give her a simple nod. The blue-eyed blonde Succubus grins and ramps up her own presence in the same exact moment that Harry turns down the dial on his. Normally, the Succubus would not be able to compete with someone like him. Demon Royalty, to be exact. But he’s not making her compete with him. He’s having her replace him.

The Gryffindors from their year don’t even really realize what’s happening as they unconsciously all gravitate towards Lavelia… otherwise known to them as Lavender Brown. And despite him being the center of their subconscious attention mere moments before, no one spares him OR Hermione even a backwards glance as he takes her by the hand and pulls the brunette out of the pack and down another hall and into a small alcove.

“What is it, ‘Mione? What did you want to talk about.”

“I… I didn’t.”

Blinking, Harry raises his brow at her, only for Hermione to drop down to her knees before him, blushing profusely but also wearing an expression of utmost determination and concentration on her adorable face. Rewinding the conversation in his head as she extracts his cock from the confines of his robes, Harry is forced to acknowledge that she’s telling the truth. She did not in fact ask if they could talk. She asked if they could have a moment. Much broader.

Honestly, that was on him. Not that Harry minded the misunderstanding all that much. Hermione’s hands close around his cock, currently looking quite… human as she strokes it up and down and then gives it a happy lick. Looking up at him, Hermione’s eyes flutter and become quite heavily lidded.

“… I missed you, Harry. And to hear you had all that fun with those… French witches…”

Hermione takes him in her mouth right then and there, slurping at his cock as she swirls her tongue around his glans. Harry grunts, one hand going to the top of her head, his fingers splaying out along her scalp and lacing through her hair. He chuckles throatily, even as he lets Hermione suck him off.

“You know it wasn’t exactly by choice, Hermione. They summoned me. As for what happened after… well, Lavelia explained it to us already, didn’t she?”

“Mmhmm~”

Hermione hums out her agreement, even as she wraps her hands around his waist, seizing upon his legs to pull him deeper into her mouth. Harry just sighs. Coming back from making contracts with not just a newly formed coven but also a part veela had been… well, interesting to say the least. Hermione had already been unconscious when he’d returned, leaving Lavelia room to tell him the same things she’d told the brunette.

Namely, that he needed to start branching out more. That he needed to make an effort to… broaden his horizons and expand his sexual palette so to speak. If not, he was in danger of turning Hermione into a braindead, sex-crazed bimbo.

Obviously, Harry didn’t want that. Lavelia had confessed she was going to let things get a teensy bit worst so she had proof that Hermione was degrading, and then she would let him know. But his summoning to France, specifically to Beauxbatons, had sped things up a bit. Harry had witchly followers now. Not just Hermione, nor one-offs like Parvati Patil or Professor Sinistra. He could be summoned by his new coven or even Fleur herself on the regular, and have fun with all of them. And he likely would be.

This was a good thing. Categorically. But Harry wasn’t all that surprised that it still made Hermione jealous. It wasn’t her fault. She was already a little too far gone. She was addicted to him, and Harry would need to make sure to spread his net far and wide in order to mix things up. If he sowed his oats in many witches, Lavelia assured him that his magic would mix with their magic, which would then mix with Hermione’s magic in a far healthier way.

Basically, it was a little like the consequences of inbreeding. He was quite literally not built for a monogamous relationship. If he tried to have one, it would have detrimental effects on both him AND his chosen partner. As a demon, he had to have a harem. He had to have multiple partners, in order to maintain his physical and magical diet, as well as their health.

All of this goes through Harry’s head, even as Hermione bobs up and down on his cock. He groans in appreciation of her technique, even as he knows that she’s jealous… but also that she understands. More than anything, she’s randy. She’s obsessive. She’s lustful as all hell. He’d done that to her, at least a little bit, but Lavelia also assured him that Hermione had been a freak even before he got his hands on her. It was always the quiet ones, Lavelia said.

Still, he knew Hermione needed this. She needed reaffirmation that she was his girl. That he wouldn’t just throw her away. And he wouldn’t. He would never set Hermione aside, not for anything. That said…

“You know, Hermione… we’ve only got about fifteen minutes until we have to get to Astronomy. I’m not sure if we’ll make it in time…”

Swirling her tongue around his cock, Hermione pulls back off of his member with a pop, though not without replacing her mouth with both hands, stroking him up and down vigorously as she pants.

“W-We’ll make it. I can do it. You’ll c-cum for me.”

She sounds so determined. She looks downright adorable. Grinning a little wickedly, Harry tilts his head to the side in response.

“Oh? Will I?”

Hermione nods, looking more determined than ever before… but there’s also something else. It’s not until she speaks that he realizes what it is.

“Yes. You won’t… you won’t leave me hanging.”

It’s faith. Hermione knows Harry can hold back and force her to either be late to Astronomy Class or fail to make him cum. But she has faith that he won’t do either of those things. Letting out another chuckle, Harry can’t help but give her a fond smile as she returns to sucking his cock quite dutifully.

“Alright, ‘Mione. I won’t help it along… but I won’t hold back either.”

That’s all she needs to hear. Her tongue swirls around his cock, her lips suck down on his length, and Hermione does her level best to suck him off as hard and fast as she can. She does quite a good job too, to be honest. Her technique has improved in leaps and bounds since they got together, and her enthusiasm is top notch and second to none.

Ten minutes later and Harry has stayed true to his word. He’s not holding anything back, nor is he assisting Hermione in any way. It’s all her effort that has him groaning and calling out to her, even as the time ticks down.

“I’m getting close now, ‘Mione…”

He expects that to be all Hermione needs to hear to redouble her pace and take things into the home stretch. He’ll cum, she’ll drink down his load, and they’ll race to the Astronomy Tower together. But to his surprise, Hermione has a different idea. The busty brunette bookworm gurgles around Harry’s cock… and then pulls right off and tilts her head back.

“On my face, Harry! Please, cum all over my face!”

Stroking his dick as she looks up at him with those big brown eyes of hers, Hermione sticks her tongue straight out in anticipation. And Harry? Harry can’t hold back a moment longer. All of his concerns, coming up in a moment, fall to the wayside as he groans at the sight of the eager young witch so excited for him to cum. The look on her face is all he really needs in order to tip over the edge.

A moment later he’s cumming, and just as Hermione requested, he cums all over her face. Covering her in his jizz, he coats her from her forehead to her chin. The facial continues unabated for a good thirty seconds before it’s over, and Hermione is positively dripping by the time he’s finished. Most of his seed ends up dribbling down her neck and sliding into her cleavage, but a good hefty coating of the white sticky substance remains once he’s finally done.

Shaking his head in amusement, Harry reaches for his wand.

“Sheesh, look at the mess you made me make Hermione. Now I have to clean you up…”

“No! No, leave me like this. It’s okay… no one will notice. Astronomy Class is dark, right?”

Harry blinks and looks down at Hermione for a moment before letting out a bark of laughter. There truly is nothing innocent or naïve about his slutty, lovely girlfriend, is there?

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Part of Hermione can’t believe she’s doing this, but a far larger part of her is thrilled, nonetheless. She and Harry had managed to make it to Astronomy with mere moments to spare, slipping up into the top of the tower without anyone seeming to notice them. Except for Lavelia of course, who met Harry’s eyes first, and then Hermione’s. The Succubus’ gaze had widened at the sight of Hermione’s face, before she’d grinned a wicked grin and given the brunette a wink.

Luckily… luckily, Lavelia was not an ordinary example of the people currently filling the Astronomy Tower. It was just as dark as Hermione had expected it to be, because if it wasn’t they wouldn’t be able to see the stars properly. Lavelia just had special eyesight that let her see better in the dark, meaning that she could make out the thick layer of jizz all over Hermione’s face.

No one else could though, Hermione was pretty sure. And so she got to spend the entirety of Astronomy Class wearing Harry’s seed. It feels… good. It feels right. Yes, Hermione understood that she couldn’t be Harry’s one and only partner forever. Maybe if it was only detrimental to herself, she wouldn’t care all that much… but it was detrimental to Harry as well. He needed to have a constant ever-flowing mixture of different witchly magics to mingle with.

That was why he needed a harem. That was why Hermione was going to end up having a whole lot of sister-pets before this was all over. And… she didn’t mind that. Not truly. But it was nice to have confirmation that she belonged to Harry all the same. She was proud to wear his cum across her face like a badge of pride, even if no one noticed it.

Hell, Hermione even managed to answer a few questions posed by Professor Sinistra, earning House Points while she secretly had Harry’s cum all over her face. It was great, to be honest. Until… until Astronomy finally came to an end.

“Ms. Granger, please stay for a moment after class so I can speak to you.”

That had Hermione freezing up. Professor Sinistra wanted to… speak to her? Directly? Face to face? Even in this low light… Hermione knew she would be found out if she was within a foot of the other woman. And yet, when she looks to Harry in a panic, he looks thoughtful for a moment before giving her an encouraging smile and nod. As if he was telling her to go for it.

Soon enough, Hermione was the only student left in the Astronomy Tower. All alone with Professor Sinistra, she can only approach the dark-skinned witch carefully.

“U-Um… yes, Professor?”

“Closer, Ms. Granger.”

Flushing, knowing there’s no avoiding it now, Hermione steps closer. She readies herself for the admonishment. She prepares herself for losing all of the House Points she’d earned tonight and then some. She’d played with fire and she was about to get burned, wasn’t she? There was no helping it, she had-

Hermione’s eyes damn near bug out of her head when rather than berate her, Professor Sinistra reaches out and swipes a finger through the facial Hermione is wearing. Bringing said finger to her lips, the beautiful, dusky witch licks it clean and hums as she tastes Harry’s seed right off of Hermione’s face.

“Let Mr. Potter know I would like to see him again this weekend… this time, with you as well. Understood?”

Hermione’s eyes are wide as she cycles through shock and the realization that Harry and Aurora Sinistra are already… intimately involved. A Professor?! Harry was almost being as reckless as she was! And yet…

“O-Of course, Professor! I’ll let him know!”

“Good girl.”

Aurora swipes one more lick of cum off of Hermione’s face before stepping back, dismissing Hermione without another glance. And as the brunette hurries down from the tower, meeting up with Harry and relaying the Professor’s message, she can’t help but grin right alongside her boyfriend. Neither of them can wait for the weekend to arrive…