Brushing Each Stroke [Dorian Gray X Hermione Granger] (Patreon)

Synopsis: Finding some time to privately vent her frustration, Hermione foolishly thought she was alone. But something that had been waiting in that room arose, helping her let it all out.

[A/N: All relevant characters are adults. The story takes place in 7th year.]

[Dorian Gray X Hermione Granger]

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In the wide attic-like room, where all the destroyed furniture, broken mirrors, ruined old beds, and empty paintings of Hogwarts were stored, a small number of female Gryffindors in the know would hide. Whether to skip class, gossip as a group, or hide on a bad day, they would come and make that place their own.

It was a pact between them that if there was a magically blooming flower at the base of the steps, between the cracks, growing like a weed, no one should come up at that moment. Since the school had always been busy with activity, some alone time was treasured, and they honoured the promise.

Bam!

Hermione burst in and slammed the old wooden door shut.

She huffed in anger. That… that… idiot… jerk!

Tears formed in her eyes as the anger seeped through her and into the open.

Hermione never told anyone, but she noticed the people around her. She paid attention when people thought she wasn’t. After another thrilling battle with the dark side of the wizarding world, there were people joyful and excited to see their loved ones come back in one piece.

Couples would hug, boyfriends would caress their girl’s heads, smile at them; or girlfriends would instantly hug their boyfriends and plant a kiss on their cheeks. Everyone would be so affectionate.

But Ron! That jerk! All he can think about is food or Harry! What am I?!

Hermoine paced back and forth in the room, practically seething.

Anyway…  I don’t need him! I’m attractive enough… right? Harmonie’s thoughts were all over the place.

She caught a glimpse of herself in a cracked mirror, standing at the far edge of the room that leaned on some paintings that were also leaning on the wall. Hermione got closer and started taking a better look at herself.

She tilted her head a bit, standing sideways and turning around.

Am I unattractive?

She took off her beige sweater and looked at her blouse-covered breasts in the mirror, cupping them herself and smoothing down her flower-patterned blouse to her abdomen.

Still a little unsure, she turned around and looked at her jeans-clad plump bottom, squinting her eyes, feeling like it was a little too small.

No! He’s just an idiot!

Hermione huffed, still feeling annoyed.

“I can do better than him!” She mumbled in frustration.

“You can…”

A shallow, soft, almost inaudible whisper rang in her mind.

Startled, Hermione turned around; but no one was there. Making sure a few more times, she looked back towards the mirror. “Now I’m hearing things! I’m so angry! Stupid Ron!”

“What do you want? Someone hotter? Younger?!” She cried in frustration at the mirror.

Hermione unbuttoned her blouse and took off her jeans.

There, standing in her pure, innocent-looking blue underwear and matching bra, she examined every inch of her body. She didn’t notice the black whips of smoke that slowly crawled from under the paintings behind the mirror, slowly creeping under the mirror frame.

“I… look okay… right?” Hermione mumbled, holding up her blue bra, causing her breasts to smush together a bit more in the mirror. The pale valley looked perfectly plump and alluring.

“More than… okay…”

Hermione was too absorbed to notice the barely audible male voice. She sat down on the creaking old bed behind her. Observing her own creamy pale thighs in the mirror, she sat up and daintily crossed her ankles, sitting like a proper lady.

Tilting her head left and right, she pouted. She still felt like she wasn’t pretty enough to be an interest to boys.

“I’m beautiful. I have so much more in me! Who cares about Ron!” She muttered through her pout.

“I’m pretty enough…” Her hand trailed down her collarbone and caressed the top of her breast.

“You are…”

“I’m hot enough…” Her hand kept going down her silky-smooth abdomen and onto the elastic of her panty.

“Certainly…” The male voice crept closer and closer, mesmerising her mind.

“I’m young enough...” Hermione fell back on the old bed, emotionally exhausted.

“Deliciously so…”

Hermione’s fingers trailed down her blue panty, caressing the thin layer of cotton cloth that covered her delicate softness. She started to feel the tingle on her skin, teasing her insides.

The black smoke slowly crept from under the mirror, closer and closer to her creamy, soft legs. It gently encircled her ankle and up her smooth calf.

Hermione started to feel hot. Her face began to flush as her other hand crept into her bra and clutched her own breast. Her finger was on her panty, drawing gentle circles, caressing her womanhood. She closed her eyes, feeling her own touch, releasing her frustration.

As she started to feel the dampness spread on her panty, she moved her hand to slide under. She touched her damp petals, slowly spreading them with two fingers, and allowed another finger to brush and caress her aroused tiny kernel of pleasure.

“Ummm…” She moaned.

The black smoke started to wiggle around her thighs and branched off. Some crept onto her abdomen, sending tingling sensations through her body, while others hooked around her panty, and very gently pulled them down from her waist, just enough to expose the moistness between her legs.

“Beautiful…” The voice echoed in her mind.

“Young… youth…”

“Give … it… give me… Give me your essence…” Somehow, the male voice was alluring, causing her to fall into a daze.

Hermione couldn’t think clearly; all she could understand was that this ‘man’ wanted her, and her body wanted… something. Something more, something warm inside her, yearning.

“Umhmm…” Feeling the pleasure, Hermione’s finger went further down, brushing her moist, soft entrance. She let her finger peek inside a little, drowning her in yearning for more.

The whips of smoke trailed on her abdomen, slowly behind her back, and unclasped her bra. Then, circled around her, forming barely visible hands over perky, pale breasts. The fingers followed her one hand and cupped both her breasts, now brazenly exposed.

They caressed her pink nipples, flicking, twisting gently, and pinching. They kneaded her jutting breasts, arousing her even further.

“Ah…” Still with her eyes closed, Hermione enjoyed the touch, enveloped in pleasure.

The black smoke also formed hands on her legs, slowly pulling off her panties and caressing the juncture of her thighs. Then, slowly, they parted her legs, wider and wider, exposing the moistness between them. Soft and heated, her skin shivered from the contrasting cold air. It titillated her inside.

Hermione could feel every touch on her body, every inch, every hand. With her eyes closed, she could focus on each contact.

Something was caressing her neck, massaging her breasts, teasing her nipples. They felt like hands: Cold, strong, male hands. All they gave her was pleasure, and she didn’t want them to stop. She could feel some of them trailing up and down her soft thighs, teasing her skin. They tickled the creamy skin of her belly, making her tremble.

Her finger started moving, slowly entering her own hot, wet sheath, opening her soft petals, and touching her inner walls. “Ummm…”

She gently moved it in and out, getting wetter and wetter with each push. Then something encircled her tiny nub, caressing her flushed clitoris. It felt damp and sticky, like a man’s tongue. It felt so good, sending tremors of bliss up her spine.

“Uhmmm… ahhh…” Hermione wiggled her hips, arching up, twitching in delight. Her body moved on its own, sending her hips up, asking for more. Her fingers were glazed with her warm, sticky essence.

“Yes… Enjoy it, revel in it… Give me your essence, and I’ll fulfill your craving.” The voice started getting a bit louder.

Hermione’s body almost jolted a bit, and her legs clamped shut when she realised the voice was real. But two dark hands suddenly covered her eyes, and another two held her hands above her head.

“Who?!” She cried out, not being able to see and held down.

“Shhh… my name is Dorian,” The voice whispered in her ear.

“Don’t worry, I won’t harm you. All I need is…”

“Ah!” Hermione jolted. Somehow, two fingers suddenly entered her damp depths.

“The sweet… hmm… nectar of your loins.” She could hear Dorian chuckle under his breath after a sniff.

“I... I…”

“Don’t worry…”

“But I…”

Hermione could feel more hands on her thighs and knees, parting her legs gently. She could sense what she felt was Dorian's tongue licking her from the bottom, gently going up, caressing her soft entrance, and finally flicking her clitoris.

His tongue moved ever so slowly, allowing her to revel in every inch of pleasure.

“Ahhh… No, that... That…”

“You don’t like it?” Dorian’s ethereal voice asked.

“I... do... but...”

“Shhh…” Dorian placed a finger on her lips, “Enjoy it, feel it, taste it…”

Waves after waves of bliss struck her mind. She moaned again, taking in the sensation. The tongue danced on her petals, slowly creeping into her entrance.

“Ah! Ah!”

Suddenly, without being able to see, Hermione could feel the hands slowly guiding her body to turn. It felt like she was floating in the air and gently set down. Now her face was on the bed, her arms were behind her back, her knees under her, while her creamy, smooth ass was in the air.

Her pussy was clearly exposed, moistly inviting. Dorian's smoky face slowly formed; he smirked in delight. She looked so inviting, so open, he couldn’t wait to take her, make her his.

Dorian's tongue went inside, massaging her inner walls, coating itself in her juices. His arms gradually formed from the black smoke and hugged her waist, pulling her molten need closer to his lips, burying himself between the junction of her thighs.

Hermione could feel his heated breath on her plump, smooth ass. It planted some kind of dirty excitement in her mind, and she wanted even more.

A smoke-formed hand started teasing her nub, flicking it and rubbing wildly. The other hands massaged her breasts, kneading and pinching her sensitive areas, while another pair squeezed her perfectly formed ass, opening her wider.

The overload of sensations brought Hermione close to her peak, and suddenly.

“Ahhh! Ahh!”

The hand on her clitoris pinched and pulled at her delicate, sensitive kernel. The fingers flicked it with a snap, mixing pain and pleasure. It felt like something inside her snapped.

Her body arched, and her toes curled. It was as if she lost herself in a frenzied explosion of exquisite sensations. She came with an incredible climax, spurting some of her juice onto his tongue.

Before she could relax, she felt the tongue in her pussy move, lapping up every drop of her juices. Even the droplets on her inner thighs were licked clean, slowly and sensually. Her gradually weakening body twitched, and her muscles started to relax.

Hermione’s hips relaxed onto the bed as she lay sideways in exhaustion. She panted and huffed, her body flushed and sweated, glistening to Dorian’s eyes. As she curled her legs up a bit, he could see her soaking wet opening clearly from behind, framed by her malleable, plump ass.

To him, it was as beautiful as a painting.

The black smoke started to form into the body of a young man. Dorian finally got his body back, rising from the ashes of that last fire. Somehow, his painting switched hands, from family to family. And in the end, deemed as a non-moving painting, he was stashed in an old dingy attic. The Devil revelled in his helpless entrapment, his frustration and his anger. The only thing that could release him was the essence of beauty and youth.

“Ahh… you taste just as delicious as I imagined,” Dorian's voice suddenly sounded clear and audible.

Dorian sat down close to her, stroking her hair.

“Tired?” he asked with a gentle smile on his face.

Hermione finally saw his handsome figure, the muscles of his chest, the tightness of his abdomen, his dark hair, alabaster skin, and his harmless smile. Her face blushed, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Dorian smiled even wider.

“There,” he slowly moved closer near her folded knees as she lay sideways. He leaned down, and got closer to whisper in her ear, “I told you, right? I wouldn’t hurt you.”

Hermione nodded in a blush; her eyes hazed.

Dorian allowed Hermione to extend her left leg between his knees, and held her right leg up to his shoulder, kissing her honey-smooth calf while keeping her sideways, “Let me fulfill your craving…” His voice mesmerised Hermione even more. Its alluring tone was hypnotising, causing her to lose herself.

Dorian eased the head of his erect shaft on her slippery softness. At the warm touch, Hermione gasped, sensing the size. Her hands tried to push the leanness of his flat abdomen away, but she was so weak it felt more like a tease to Dorian. She worried she wouldn’t be able to take in so much.

His hands trailed down her lifted thigh, onto her hips, and down her pelvis; the other kept her one leg on his shoulder.

“Umph!”

Hermione could feel him rubbing her engorged, aroused clitoris. Dorian suddenly pushed in, parting her vulva and entering her wet, hot sheath.

He held her thigh and pulled her closer, penetrating her deeper and deeper, stretching her inner walls. Hermione moaned and yelped in pleasure.

He started to move with delicate, subtle, circling movements, letting her feel him inside her. He delved deeper into her, finally striking the deepest part of her walls.

“Ah! Ah! oh…”

He could hear her enjoyment in every moan. He started to move vigorously, sensing that she had begun to enjoy it too. The more he pushed, the louder her squelching sounds resounded, spurting out as he pulled out of her, and a soft sucking sound as he thrust back in.

The dirty sound sent them into a frenzy.

Her body bucked beneath him, pulling her lifted knee toward her own chest to accommodate him, allowing him to move freely. He moved faster and harder, pounding into her fiercely, rocking her perky mounds. His pelvis collided with her slit, his family jewels brushed against her petals, causing her to lose her control.

“Ah! Yes! Yes… ahhhhh!” Hermione cried out wildly, enjoying his every thrust. Her back arched, her hair messily stuck to her flushed and sweating face. Her breasts jolted and jumped, her nipples jutting hard.

Her hips moved; her hands clutched her breasts in ecstasy.

Dorian could feel her wall squeeze around his rock-hard rod. His hand teased her nipple and kneaded her breasts as he leaned forward, helping her hands move together. He groaned with pleasure, devouring her body, tasting her intimate flower. He pushed with reckless abandon, moving in and out, pumping his hips.

Dorian could feel he was coming close to completion. His cock throbbed, his head engorged, ready to explode.

Suddenly, he felt her body stiffening up, and she cried out with uncontrollable, shuddering contractions. Hermione’s juices flowed, coating his throbbing hardness and dripping onto her single thigh.

“Ahhhh!”

Dorian leaned closer, his knees locked her thigh in place, feeling her pussy sucking him harder, milking his molten hot shaft with every twitch. His body shuddered, drowning in bliss.

“Ggh!” He growled into her ear, convulsing in spasm. He felt his hot seed bursting into her, allowing his juices to meld into hers.

With two more forceful thrusts, he sent every last bit of his release deep inside her, “Umph!”

Breathing heavily, Dorian dropped his body onto the bed, right beside Hermione. Both weak and relaxed, fully satisfied. Dorian gulped in a breath of cold air, moistening his dry throat. It was the first time he could feel, even taste the air around him after a long, long while.

Dorian took a good look at Hermione’s face, brushed aside her messy hair, and held her cheek with one palm. He could see that her eyes had a red gleam in them, utterly obsessed with him, as all those ladies once were.

He smirked in satisfaction, “So... umm?”

“Hermione….” She answered him with a dazed tone, even when her face was still blushing crimson red.

“Hermione. Beautiful name…” He smiled charmingly. “You're mine now,” he said, as if it were a fact, not a suggestion.

Hermione nodded, “Hmm… I’m yours.”

“Would you help me, sweet Hermione?”

“Anything, Dorian… Anything for you.” Hermione’s expression seemed as if she was infatuated, and nothing else mattered in the world. She inched closer, face to face.

“Good girl. I want you to find me some more youthful essence. I need them, then … I’ll show you some more… love.” He caressed her cheek and trailed his hand down her shoulder and arm. His fingers brushed her waist and finally kneaded her curving hips.

Hermoine nodded, starting to think of names she could invite to their lustful gathering. She quickly got up and put on her clothes.

Dorian watched as she slipped on her jeans, sliding up her smooth thighs. Slowly smoke started to form around his body, and magically turned into a suit from the Gilded Age.

Hermionie mechanically walked out the door. Her eyes still had that red gleam in them. Dorian just watched with a sinister smile, waiting for his next meal.

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[A/N: Anyone up for Dorian X Hermione X Luna or Ginny threesome as a continuation of this?]