Bab 4: Day 4: Semi-public/Office Sex/Squirting Magic Strap-On
Day 4: Semi-public/Office Sex/Squirting Magic Strap-On
The atrium of the Ministry of Magic was buzzing with life, the chatter of witches and wizards filling the grand space as they mingled, their robes swishing elegantly under the glittering chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. It was a prestigious event—one that marked Hermione Granger's first major public appearance as the newly appointed Minister of Magic. She had stepped into the role with the same meticulous determination she brought to everything in her life, and tonight was meant to celebrate that accomplishment.
But for all the grandeur of the event, Hermione's mind was elsewhere. Or rather, it was on someone else.
Headmistress Minerva McGonagall stood beside her, regal and poised as ever, her sharp eyes scanning the room, but Hermione could feel the subtle tension in her. It was their first public event as a couple, and though the relationship between them was new, the intensity had grown quickly. So much so that the air between them now crackled with a barely restrained electricity. It had been like this for weeks, a simmering tension that was only becoming harder to ignore. Especially tonight. They were like cats in heat. Perhaps, it was the newness of their relationship or the fact that both had to be so carefully poised in their roles as Headmistress and Minister of Magic, the weight of their responsibilities pressing on their shoulders with an intensity few besides each other could understand. When they got together, very little time was spent outside of the bedroom.
Tonight, they were forced to behave.
Hermione's gaze flicked toward Minerva, watching her out of the corner of her eye as she smiled politely at a passing guest. But there was something about the way Minerva stood—her posture a little too stiff, her hands clasped tightly in front of her—that told Hermione everything she needed to know. Minerva was on edge. And Hermione knew exactly why.
She had felt it too. The heat that had simmered between them earlier that evening, before the event, had never quite dissipated. They had started something they hadn't had time to finish at her flat earlier. Between Minerva arriving late from Hogwarts, having delt with a truly monumental prank not seen since the days of the Weasley Twins, and Hermione needing to arrive early as the host, they had but a second alone together. Now every glance, every brush of their hands had only stoked the fire. Standing here in front of the entire Ministry, the desire that had been building between them was almost unbearable.
Hermione shifted slightly, her body brushing against Minerva's, and she couldn't help but smirk as she felt Minerva tense beside her. The power she had in that moment—the knowledge that she could make Minerva react with just the slightest touch—was intoxicating. And tonight, with all eyes on her as Minister, she wanted nothing more than to show Minerva just how much control she had.
But first, there was another matter at hand.
Ronald Weasley had been watching them from across the room for the better part of the evening, his expression a mixture of confusion and discomfort. Hermione knew that Ron wasn't entirely at ease with her relationship with Minerva. It had been a shock to many. The age difference in particular as well as the fact Hermione had once been Minerva had set about many rumors. Still, Ron, in particular, seemed to struggle more than most with the shift in their dynamic.
And now, as he made his way over to them, Hermione could see the tension in his face, the unspoken questions lingering in his gaze.
"Hermione," Ron said, his voice low and a little strained as he approached, his eyes flicking from her to Minerva and back again. "I was hoping to get a word with you. Alone, if possible."
Hermione smiled politely, though there was a sharpness in her eyes as she met Ron's gaze. "I'm afraid that will have to wait, Ron," she said smoothly, her tone firm. "Minerva and I have some important matters to attend to this evening."
Ron's brow furrowed, clearly not pleased with the response, but before he could say anything else, Hermione turned to Minerva, her hand lightly brushing against the older witch's arm. "Shall we?" she asked, her voice soft but filled with unmistakable intent.
Minerva's eyes flicked to Hermione, her expression unreadable for a moment before she nodded, her lips curving into the faintest hint of a smile. "Of course, Minister."
Hermione's heart quickened at the title, the power of it adding to the thrill that was already building inside her. She turned on her heel, her hand lightly resting on the small of Minerva's back as she led her toward the exit of the atrium. She could feel Ron's eyes on them as they walked away, but she didn't care. All that mattered now was getting Minerva alone.
As they made their way through the grand halls of the Ministry, the tension between them thickened with every step. Hermione's hand lingered on Minerva's back, her fingers brushing lightly against the fabric of her robes, and she could feel Minerva's body react, her breath catching ever so slightly as they moved closer to Hermione's office.
By the time they reached the door, Hermione's pulse was racing, the heat between them almost unbearable. She didn't hesitate. The moment the door closed behind them, she turned to Minerva, her gaze dark with intent.
"I can't wait any longer," Hermione whispered, her voice low, commanding. Her hand slid up Minerva's arm, gripping her shoulder with a firm, possessive touch. "I need you. Now."
Minerva's breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly as she met Hermione's gaze, but she didn't pull away. If anything, she leaned into the Minister's touch, her body trembling ever so slightly as Hermione's fingers trailed down her arm, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
"Hermione," the older witch whispered, her voice soft but filled with the same desire that burned inside Hermione.
But Hermione wasn't in the mood for hesitation. She took a step forward, closing the distance between them, her body pressing against Minerva's as she backed her toward the large window that overlooked the atrium. The window was enchanted, allowing them to see out into the bustling event below, but ensuring that no one could see in.
It was the perfect vantage point. They could watch the entire event unfold beneath them while remaining hidden from view.
"Turn around," Hermione ordered, her voice firm, brooking no argument.
Minerva's breath caught, her body tensing with anticipation, but she obeyed without question. She turned slowly, her front pressing against the cool glass of the window, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as she waited for Hermione's next move.
Hermione stepped closer, her hands sliding up Minerva's sides, pulling her robes down with deliberate slowness. The fabric fell away, leaving Minerva exposed to the cool air of the office, her skin prickling with a mixture of anticipation and desire. Hermione's fingers grazed her skin, and Minerva shivered, her breath catching as the younger witch's touch ignited a fire inside her.
Hermione's lips brushed against Minerva's neck, her breath hot against her skin as she whispered, "They're all watching, Minerva. Down there. They don't know what we're doing, but I do."
Minerva gasped softly, her body arching into Hermione's touch as the words sank in. The thrill of being so exposed, so close to being caught, sent a rush of heat through her body, and she moaned softly as Hermione's hands slid lower, her fingers tracing the curve of her hips.
"Do you like that?" Hermione murmured, her voice low, teasing as her hands moved with deliberate slowness. "Knowing that they're all down there… and we're up here."
Minerva's breath came in short, ragged gasps as Hermione's hands roamed over her body, her touch firm, possessive. The glass of the window was cool against her heated skin, a sharp contrast to the fire burning inside her, and the combination of sensations made her head spin.
"Hermione…" Minerva breathed, her voice trembling with desire.
Hermione's lips curved into a smirk as she pressed her body firmly against Minerva's, her chest flush against Minerva's back. Her hands slid down to grip Minerva's hips, pulling her closer, the warmth of her touch igniting a fire deep within the older witch.
"I told you earlier," Hermione whispered, her breath hot and teasing against Minerva's ear. "I'm in control tonight… call me Minister."
Minerva's breath hitched at the command, the weight of Hermione's words sending a pulse of heat through her already trembling body. She could feel the power radiating from Hermione—an intoxicating blend of authority and desire—and it made her weak in the knees, her hands pressing harder against the cool glass of the office window for support.
"Minister," Minerva breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling with both desire and submission. The title felt strange on her tongue in this intimate context, but it was thrilling all the same, adding to the heady sensation of being completely at Hermione's mercy.
"Good," Hermione murmured, her lips brushing against Minerva's ear before trailing down the side of her neck. "Now, I want you to focus on the people below," she continued, her voice low, commanding. "I want you to think about them. All those witches and wizards, completely unaware of what's happening right above them."
Minerva's pulse quickened at the thought. She could see the bustling crowd down in the atrium, all of them mingling and chatting as if nothing was amiss. But up here, in Hermione's office, Minerva was completely exposed—her front pressed against the glass, Hermione behind her, hidden only by the enchantment on the window.
Hermione's hands moved with deliberate slowness, one sliding around to grip Minerva's hip while the other dipped lower, her fingers brushing lightly against Minerva's clit. Minerva gasped softly, her body jerking at the sudden contact, but Hermione held her firmly in place, her fingers circling Minerva's sensitive nub with agonizing precision.
"You like that, don't you?" Hermione whispered, her lips trailing down the curve of Minerva's spine, leaving a trail of heated kisses in their wake. "Knowing that they're all down there… and you're up here, completely at my mercy."
Minerva moaned softly, her breath fogging the glass as she tried to brace herself against the intensity of Hermione's touch. Her body arched into Hermione's hand, her hips moving instinctively as Hermione's fingers pressed harder against her clit, teasing her with just enough pressure to send sparks of pleasure shooting through her veins.
"Hermione…" Minerva gasped, her voice trembling, but Hermione was in no mood for hesitation.
"I told you," Hermione murmured, her breath hot against Minerva's skin as her fingers moved faster, circling her clit with expert precision. "It's Minister tonight."
Minerva's head fell forward, her forehead pressing against the glass as her body trembled beneath Hermione's touch. Her hands splayed out against the window, her fingers curling as she tried to steady herself, but it was impossible. The pleasure was too much, too intense, and Hermione's teasing touch was driving her mad with need.
But just as Minerva felt herself getting lost in the sensation, Hermione's fingers stopped. Minerva let out a frustrated whimper, her hips jerking as if to chase the pleasure that had been cruelly taken from her.
Hermione chuckled softly, her hands moving to grip Minerva's hips firmly, holding her in place. "Patience," she whispered, her lips brushing against the back of Minerva's neck. "We're not done yet."
Before Minerva could respond, she heard the sound of a drawer being opened, and her heart skipped a beat as she realized what was coming next. Hermione had planned this—she had been planning this. The realization sent another wave of heat crashing through Minerva's body, her hands gripping the glass even tighter.
"How long have you been planning this?" Minerva asked breathlessly, her voice trembling with both anticipation and arousal.
Hermione's lips curled into a wicked smile as she retrieved the magical strap-on from her desk, her fingers wrapping around it as she pressed it against Minerva's back, teasing her with the cool sensation of the enchanted leather.
"Oh, I've been thinking about this for quite some time," Hermione whispered, her voice low, filled with dark amusement. She buckled the strap-on securely around her hips, the magic of it pulsing in time with her own heartbeat, and Minerva could feel the intensity building between them.
Hermione's hands slid down Minerva's sides, her fingers tracing the curve of her waist as she leaned in, her breath hot against Minerva's ear. "Now," Hermione murmured, her tone soft but commanding, "brace yourself."
Minerva's breath hitched as Hermione's hands moved to her hips, positioning her just right. She could feel the tip of the strap-on pressing against her entrance, the heat between them building to a fever pitch, and she moaned softly, her body trembling with anticipation.
"Minister," Minerva breathed, her voice barely above a whisper as she pressed her forehead harder against the glass, her hands bracing against the window as she felt Hermione push inside her.
The sensation was overwhelming. Hermione thrust deep, filling Minerva completely, and Minerva gasped, her body arching into the movement as pleasure rippled through her. The cool glass of the window was a sharp contrast to the heat of Hermione's body behind her, and the mixture of sensations left Minerva breathless, her mind spinning as Hermione began to move.
For a moment, Hermione stilled, savoring the feeling of Minerva wrapped around her. The enchantment in the strap-on pulsed with magic, making every thrust, every movement, feel as if it were her own flesh, as if the connection between them was complete. Hermione bit her lip, her hands gripping Minerva's hips tightly as she adjusted her stance, pulling back slightly before thrusting in again, deeper this time.
Hermione moaned softly, the sensation of being inside Minerva so vivid, so real. The magic coursed through her, amplifying every touch, every movement, and the heat that had been simmering between them for so long now threatened to consume her. She could feel the slickness of Minerva's body, the way her muscles clenched around her, and it made Hermione's breath catch, her body trembling with the intensity of it.
Minerva's hands pressed harder against the glass, her forehead resting against the cool surface as her body rocked with each of Hermione's thrusts. She had expected dominance from Hermione tonight, but what she hadn't expected was the sheer force of the connection between them—the way Hermione seemed to fill her completely, pushing her body to the brink with every deep, deliberate movement.
Hermione's fingers dug into Minerva's hips as she picked up the pace, her thrusts becoming more insistent, more controlled. The sensation of being inside Minerva was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Hermione's body, and with each thrust, she could feel the pressure building inside her, the heat coiling tighter and tighter. The enchanted strap-on made it all so real, so intense, that it left Hermione breathless.
Minerva moaned, her body trembling as she felt Hermione thrust deeper, harder, her hands bracing against the glass to keep herself steady. The pleasure was almost too much, the heat between them building to a fever pitch, and the sound of Hermione's breathless moans only added to the intensity of the moment. Minerva's mind was spinning, her body reacting instinctively to every thrust, every sensation, and she could feel herself losing control, her body surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure.
"Hermione," Minerva gasped, her voice trembling with both need and surprise. "You… you feel so… gods, so good."
Hermione let out a low groan, her lips brushing against Minerva's neck as she whispered, "You like that, don't you? You like the way I fill you."
Minerva's breath hitched, her body arching into Hermione's touch as the words sent another rush of heat through her. "Yes," she moaned, her voice breaking. "Yes, Minister… please."
Hermione's lips curled into a wicked smile at Minerva's submission, and she thrust harder, her movements deliberate, precise, as she drove Minerva closer to the edge. But there was something else building inside Hermione too—something new, something she hadn't expected.
The magic of the strap-on was more than just sensation. It was connection. As Hermione moved, she could feel the pressure building inside her, the tension coiling tighter with every thrust. And it wasn't just pleasure. It was something more primal, something that made her body tremble with anticipation.
Minerva's breath came in short, desperate gasps as Hermione's thrusts became more forceful, her hands gripping the glass as she braced herself against the intensity of it all. But then, just as the pleasure seemed to reach its peak, Minerva felt something she hadn't expected.
Warmth.
It started deep inside her, a sudden, unexpected flood of heat that made her gasp, her body jolting with the sensation. Hermione's thrusts had changed—there was something more, something deeper, and Minerva could feel it. The warmth spread through her, filling her in a way that left her breathless, her mind struggling to process what was happening.
"Hermione…" Minerva gasped, her voice trembling as she pressed harder against the glass. "What… what are you…"
Hermione groaned softly, her body trembling as the sensation of release washed over her. The magic of the strap-on had done more than just mimic the sensation of being inside Minerva—it had allowed Hermione to feel everything, down to the very moment of climax. She could feel the pressure release, the warmth filling Minerva as if it were her own body, and the sensation of it made Hermione shudder, her hands gripping Minerva's hips tightly as she rode out the wave of pleasure.
"I didn't realize…" Hermione whispered, her breath hot against Minerva's ear as she thrust one last time, the warmth spilling inside Minerva. "It's… it's the magic."
Minerva's breath hitched, her body trembling as the warmth filled her completely, spreading through her in a way that left her gasping for air. The sensation was overwhelming, unlike anything she had ever felt before. She could feel Hermione inside her, could feel the way the warmth spread through her, as if Hermione had claimed every part of her.
"Hermione…" Minerva moaned, her body shaking as she tried to process the intensity of the moment. "I… I can feel it… inside me."
Hermione's lips brushed against Minerva's neck, her breath ragged, her body trembling with the aftershocks of the release. "It's the magic," she murmured, her voice soft but filled with satisfaction. "I wanted to… to claim you."
Minerva's heart raced, her body still trembling from the intensity of the sensation, but there was something undeniably thrilling about it—about being filled so completely by Hermione, about the way their bodies had connected so deeply. The warmth still pulsed inside her, spreading through her like fire, and it left her breathless, her hands gripping the glass for support.
Hermione's hands slid up Minerva's sides, her touch gentle now, almost reverent as she pressed her lips to the back of Minerva's neck, kissing her softly. "You're mine," she whispered, her voice filled with quiet possessiveness. "All of you."
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