In His Father’s Footsteps Ch.3 (Harry Potter) (NSFW)

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Harry decided that waking up in the luxurious setting of the Gryffindor head boy’s suite was nice. Plenty of space, the comfort of the bed itself, and the lack of snoring dorm mates.

However, what elevated it from merely ‘nice’ to delightful beyond words, was the presence of Hermione, still clad in little more than scraps of lace, her wonderfully sculpted ass pressed back into his groin. Every so often, she moved, accompanying the sound of a page being turned with a little wiggle that he knew had to be deliberate.

Harry reached up, brushing aside Hermione’s hair, trailing kisses up her neck, and a slight hitch in her breath, all the reactions he elicited until his lips reached her cheek.

“Morning breath—” Hermione twisted to face him, producing her wand from under her pillow and flicking it at his mouth, “—is not sexy.”

A flood of minty freshness washed through Harry’s mouth from her spell.

Harry choked back a laugh, then leaned forward, bunching up Hermione’s hair in a hand as he kissed her soundly. The two rejoicing messily in their newfound closeness as tongues danced together, exploring one another’s mouths, eventually coming away with lips swollen and chests heaving with exhilaration.

“Nor is reading a book while teasing me with that beautiful ass of yours.”

“I was not the one who woke up their better half with their best Vlad the Impaler impression,” Hermione announced grandly as she threw back the covers and threw a leg over Harry’s lap, coming to straddle him, smirking as his eyes flicked from her breasts to her face and back. She rocked her hips back and forth on his lap.

“Gods!” The moan that tore from her lips was pornographic.

Harry decided there was no rush to get out of bed, which was just as well, given that he and Hermione had been up long into the night cuddling and kissing.

With bigger classes and more muggleborn students, the first day back mainly became a time of leisure.

It was spent reuniting with friends after the holidays while the new students were shown around the castle, introduced to the teaching staff and the subjects they’d be studying. That meant he and Hermione had plenty of time to ‘explore’ the depths of their new relationship.

“A problem that you, Miss Granger, are making worse,” Harry replied with an insolent smirk, one hand playing its way up the line of her panties across her ass.

“Well, you did say something last night about finding out how to discipline your girlfriend…” Hermione teased him before shuffling back down the bed, settling on her knees between his legs and tilting her head to one side. Her cheek was on his thigh, and every breath that brushed his skin sent shocks of arousal through him. “In the meantime, I suppose I should… relieve your stress.”

“You—” Harry swallowed heavily. “You’re sure? We’ve only been together—”

“Harry, if you say we’ve only been together for less than a day, I will hit you,” Hermione growled, pinching his thigh. “Let’s be honest with ourselves. We’ve been together for years, and it has taken us this long to admit it to ourselves and each other.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You’ll have to be patient with me. I’ve never done this before. Read about it…” Hermione murmured as she slid his tented boxers down over the bulging hardness of Harry’s manhood, her hand catching his cock, a hot pillar throbbing against the smoothness of her palm. “Merlin. Angie, Alicia, and Katie said you were gifted… how am I supposed to manage this? It has to be as thick as my wrist!”

Hermione held her forearm up against his shaft in comparison.

“Mmmm… wait, those wenches said what?” Harry snapped out of his daze. “Have they been spying on me in the showers?!”

“Probably. You know what they’re like.” Hermione shrugged, wrapping both hands around his cock and slowly jacking him off with long strokes, eliciting a rumble of pleasure from Harry's chest.

“Don’t worry,” Harry groaned.

“Hmm?” She raised an eyebrow at him, never slowing her jacking him off.

“About never doing this before. I’ll guide you,” Harry managed to gather enough brain cells to reply.

“And you have? Wait, Fleur?”

“Cho first. Then Fleur,” Harry admitted.

“Really? I thought Cho and Cedric…”

“You’re asking me this right now?” He fixed her with a look that combined lust and exasperation.

“Mhmm. And if you want my mouth ‘round your big, fat cock, then you should spill,” Hermione smirked back at him.

“Or maybe you should start sucking, and then I’ll tell you,” Harry argued, wrapping her mane around his hand and urging her towards his lap.

“Deal,” Hermione agreed, eyes bright with lust. She brought her lips to kiss his cock with an obscene smooch, savoring how Harry’s dick lurched at the slightest contact. “Don’t feel like you need to hold back. I can take whatever you can give.”

The brunette dipped her head and, with her tongue lolling, slurped her way up the length of his cock. She let out a moan of appreciation as she wrapped her lips around his shaft, engulfing his cockhead in the slick heat of her mouth.

Hermione had heard horror stories in the dorms from girls who’d experimented with their boyfriends, but either they were morons or their boyfriends were worthless. She relished the sensation of Harry’s dick pulsing on her tongue, the musky male scent, and then there was the dribble of his seed leaking from his cock, the salty-sweet taste that spoke of virility and potency.

“Cho—” Harry choked out as Hermione swirled her tongue around his cockhead experimentally, coating her mouth with the precum that had seeped from his dick, “—fuck, more tongue!”

Hermione pulled off him with a loud pop as he grew distracted. “Cho?”

“Yeah. That was before Cedric. We had a seeker’s playoff. She was goading me, asking me if I was scared to put my ass on the line. I asked if she’d put hers.” Harry explained, urging her back to the task of sucking his cock, a task to which Hermione took to with relish, slurping her tongue up and down his cock until he was thoroughly coated in her spit before engulfing him in her mouth again. “I-I won. Then asked if she wanted to chicken out of the bet.”

Hermione bobbed her head on his cock, taking the first few inches deeper into her mouth, twisting her tongue around the throbbing shaft. Only after a good minute of pleasuring Harry with her mouth did she come up, using the slickness of her saliva to stroke his dick with both hands.

“You fucked Cho’s arse?”

“Yeah. Well, I fucked her the normal way in the showers and on the bench in the locker room. Cho’s a fucking wildcat. She had me fuck her up against the shower wall with her legs around my waist and then from behind. Filled her cunt while I spanked her arse red on the locker room bench. We were stupidly lucky since we both forgot the contraceptive charm. I could have fucking knocked her up then and there.” Harry didn’t even have to urge Hermione to wrap her glistening, swollen lips around his cock this time. “It would have been greedy to use the showers a second time, so Cho sucked her juices off my cock, then I pinned her ankles behind her head and fucked her tight little arse stupid.”

“Gods. I wish I could have been the lucky slut,” Hermione whimpered. “Please.”

Hermione had been listening attentively, even as she engulfed Harry’s erection in her mouth again, swallowing as much of his cock as she could manage, his cockhead hitting her tonsils with every downward thrust of her head.

With Harry’s grasp on her hair and one hand resting on his thigh, she found restraining the unbearable heat below impossible, and soon had her other hand buried in her panties, grinding the heel of her hand against her clit as she slid two fingers into her unspoiled pussy in rhythm with the wet gagging sound of Harry’s cockhead being driven against the back of her mouth.

Between having a fat, throbbing cock where it belonged, buried half its length in her mouth, churning up a sloppy mess of drool and precum. Plus the litany of filth pouring from her wholesome boyfriend, it didn’t take long for Hermione to bring herself to the edge, but before she could reach that precipice...

“No,” Harry growled, clamping his other hand around her arm. “No. You don’t get to cum before me. Greedy little slut. You can cum once I’ve filled that mouth of yours with something other than answers for your teachers.”

Hermione’s mind went into free fall at the command and the degradation. Where had this dominant streak come from? And how did she get him to unleash it more often?

Harry, looking for a change in position, held Hermione's head down on his cock, the sensation of her gagging and drooling uncontrollably on his cock driving him mad.

He grabbed her hand from his thigh and, as he sat up, locked her arm behind her back as he shifted from lying under her to kneeling over her, in a prime position to take full control of fucking Hermione’s hot, sweet mouth the way she deserved. Like a cock-sucking blowjob slut deserved.

“I’ll teach you how to properly swallow a cock and get your throat fucked later, slut.” Harry growled. “In the meantime...”

Wide, teary eyes stared up at him unflinchingly as he used the leverage of his grasp on Hermione’s increasingly-untamed mane and where he’d pinned her arm behind her back to thrust into her mouth like she was nothing more than a cocksleeve that existed for his pleasure.

She choked with every thrust, a filthy, wet sound that sent a frisson of ecstasy through Harry, his cock not so much leaking drips of precum as a constant flow that overwhelmed her mouth with the flavor and texture of his seed.

Hermione found herself greedily awaiting his full load and with it, his permission to let herself cum.

She didn’t have long to wait.

“Fuck, Hermione!” Harry groaned, losing his grasp on her wrist long enough for her to snatch her hand free, wrapping her fingers around his spit-soaked dick, frantically stroking the bottom half of his shaft as his hips jerked. He buried his cock as far into her mouth as she could take him.

Hermione’s eyes rolled back in her head as his climax erupted in a torrent of salty-sweet semen that overwhelmed her in a matter of moments.

As quickly as she’d swallowed the first two or three spurts of hot, thick cum, plastering her throat with his seed in the process, her mouth was pumped full with as much again, sticky jizz leaking through the seal of her lips around his shaft.

Harry pulled her sucking mouth off his cock, and just as quickly before Hermione could refocus her eyes, her face was coated with half a dozen more spurts of cum.

Rope after rope of potent seed plastered her face with a thick glaze of hot, sticky seed, her whole body shaking, desperately wanting some relief as her features were thoroughly soaked in cum.

“You look stunning,” Harry admired his work as she squeezed the last drops of his seed onto her tongue, her mouth a lake awash with cum. “You can cum, sweetie, but only if you swallow my load at the same time.”

If Hermione had been wet with arousal before, it had nothing on just how ruined her panties were by this point, the whole experience going from a morning blowjob for Harry to a ruthless mouthfuck, and now, her mouth flooded with cum, her face absolutely soaked in jizz, and more coating her throat…

It was a matter of moments for her fingers to bring her to that desperately-sought climax, her whole body flexing as she sat up, her ass on her heels. As she reached her climax, Hermione threw her head back, her orgasm ripping through her body in a blaze of pleasure. She swallowed, gulping down every drop of what felt like half a pint of sticky, salty cum.

“Good girl.”

She hadn’t realized how much she’d anticipated those words until an aftershock of her climax shook her in concert with the low, rumbled words.

Recalling Harry’s account of his tryst with the Ravenclaw seeker, of Cho cleaning off his cock after fucking her, Hermione was determined, even if she hadn’t actually fucked him yet, to not be any the lesser of the stunning Chinese girl. She leaned down and lapped up every bit of the mess she’d left on his cock before she let him out of bed to hit the shower.

"How about I come with you to the shower?" Hermione offered, licking her salty lips as she stared at Harry leaving the bed.

Harry was tempted, he really was. "Unless you want to end up like Cho, we better not."

Hermione had to physically restrain herself from following him into the shower anyway.

She’d waited patiently for Harry to be finished with his shower, his cum slowly soaking into her skin, only, amidst a confused blur of lust, to end up on her knees in the bathroom.

Hermione choked and gagged on Harry's dick for a second round as she edged herself through her thoroughly ruined panties.

Harry’s load again proved more than she could swallow as he filled her mouth with cum. She had drained his balls down her throat, into her mouth, and across her face less than an hour earlier, but the load was no smaller.

For a second time, Hermione ended up with her face dripping with a fresh plaster of cum on her features, this time on her knees in the bathroom as she frantically masturbated to a second orgasm. She swallowed the mouthful of jizz that she’d managed to catch, leaving her belly sloshing with seed.

A deep booming toll of the Hogwarts bell snapped them out of their haze of lust. That lost the entire morning, and it was now lunchtime.

“Fuck,” Hermione cursed uncharacteristically. Her hopes of indulging in a long, luxuriant shower rapidly vanishing.

“Fuck!” She repeated, standing up. “Harry, everyone will be wondering where we are!”

She looked up at Harry, who stood over her, having just had her lap up the last droplets of his seed.

“Right,” Harry grabbed his wand, hitting Hermione first with a couple of charms that would substitute for a shower, then summoned her uniform from where she’d laid it out. A quick switching charm saw her clothed.

“I need panties, too! These are ruined!” She exclaimed, hitching up her skirt.

“I’ll do something about that,” Harry agreed. Hermione missed the tone of his voice and the smirk on his lips. With a swish of his wand, he vanished the offending garment.

“Harry!” Hermione squeaked, flattening her skirt to hide her dignity. Then, upon turning to the mirror, she realized that Harry’s hygiene charms had been carefully targeted by the intent with which they were cast.

That was to say that he’d left her chest completely spit-soaked, and more than a little of his cum added to the mess. All of which was now soaking into her shirt.

Her face was still absolutely dripping with his seed, almost completely glazed in cum.

“I’ll add a glamour so that you can walk around all day without issue, Prefect Granger. Nobody will know that you’re a good little blowjob slut,” Harry bent her over the sink, his wand tracing her skirt from waist to hem. With a murmured word, Hermione felt it begin to shrink. “You’ll be a good girl and keep my cum on your face all day?”

Hermione just whimpered and nodded, yelping as he spanked her twice, a sharp crack on each side.

“Good girl.”

As it turned out, Hermione found herself really needing the glamour. Beyond being treated to the sort of cum facial that exceeded ‘generous’ and went all the way to ‘absurd,’ the fact that Harry had vanished her panties, leaving her to walk around with nothing under her skirt and that he’d shrunken said skirt…

She occupied herself by making final adjustments to her uniform while waiting for Harry to dress. She altered her tie, stockings, and prefect’s badge, trying to ignore how soaked her shirt had become when he emerged.

Hermione had realized that she would have to wear another decoration when Harry’s eyes flashed with a heady lust and growled at her.

"Kneel."

It seemed that Harry had managed to develop a schoolgirl and Prefect fetish in the time it took to dress.

Hermione had found herself for a third time inside as many hours with her eyes full of tears, her mouth full of cock as she willingly offered herself up for a third ruthless facefucking.

Inevitably, what followed was a third load of cum, seemingly undiminished as she greedily gulped down the first few spurts, all but unable to remember tasting anything before in her life but Harry's rich, potent jizz.

She managed to catch half of what remained in her mouth. Still, once again, her face was covered in cum, a third load splattered across her skin, hot, thick spurts of sticky seed coating her features until she was all but unrecognizable.

"We should get going," Harry said, sounding out of breath. "Lunch is well underway. And you're going to wear me the entire time."

Hermione flushed red, unseen under the glaze of cum covering her face.

She accompanied him toward the Great Hall, feeling his seed sloshing about her stomach in such quantities that she feared it would be audible.

Hermione’s mouth, equally, was filled with Harry's rich, creamy jizz. She was desperately keeping her lips clamped together to stop his potent seed from leaking out from the veritable lake of cum she was swilling around her mouth.

She suspected there was enough sticky, salty cum pooled behind her lips to knock up the female half of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and still have some left over.

That was not mentioning the three loads of cum that hadn’t just plastered her face but completely drenched her with his seed, a sticky coating of so much of Harry’s thick, potent seed that it left the studious Gryffindor Prefect looking like she’d been thoroughly bukkaked by half of her house.

Even her shirt was all but irrecoverable, spit-soaked, and cum-sodden down her cleavage.

In the end, Hermione didn't have to worry about the scrutiny of the massed students in the Great Hall. Instead, it was the scrutiny of one suspicious Slytherin girl who accosted them before they even got near the ground floor, pulling the two Gryffindors into an abandoned classroom.