Harry, Hermione, and Ron were in the multipurpose room. Harry was visibly worried about what they were about to do. One thing was stealing African arboreal snake skin for a good cause, and another very different thing was doing it only with revenge as the sole objective, he was praying that Snape wouldn't notice this time...
They were waiting for Malfoy. His revenge would not be free since they were risking a sentence in Azkaban, but it would be worth it. Harry was tired of being a martyr and a wimp. After this day, Malfoy would be finished.
Draco entered noisily, almost without looking around. The room lights were low, and some scattered candles allowed glimpsing various portraits on the walls, and some sofas and beds...
-'What do you want, Potter?' said Malfoy as he entered. 'I hope it's important.'
-'I already told you, Draco' replied Harry.
-'We're only here to have a beer and chat for a bit.' Ron and Hermione didn't move, their faces showing confusion.
-'There's something weird about this place, Potter, and if you think I'll stay one second more in this spot...'
-'Imperio!'
Malfoy didn't have time to keep talking. Harry had raised his magic wand and cast the Imperius curse on him without him noticing. Harry struggled for an instant, horrified by what he'd just done. The Imperius curse was one of the unforgivable curses.
Draco wanted to speak, but his jaw was locked. His eyes revealed deep hatred. Harry's eyes, however, were no longer hesitant, and a certain jocose tinge appeared on his face.
Hermione tried to speak...
-'Harry, be careful with what you're doing...'
-'It's too late, Hermione,' said Harry. 'You agreed with this too.'
Although some macabre ideas were passing through Harry Potter's head. Hermione doesn't know the whole plan, he thought. She would never have agreed.
Harry made a ... movement with the wand, and Malfoy took a glass that was on a nearby table. With visible effort, he lifted it to his mouth and drank until the last drop of the potion that contained it.
-Now we'll have an hour to have fun, Draco. We're doing this for your own good, to free you from those horrible prejudices you have. You will never call Hermione impure blood again.
Draco's eyes turned white. His entire body suffered a convulsion and began to transform. His red hair darkened slightly, and it began to grow wildly until it reached his back, curling up repeatedly along the way. He lost some height, while his tunic began to swell at chest level. Two large protuberances bulged out of his Hogwarts tunic. Malfoy's features disappeared slowly, giving way to a beautiful and feminine face with slightly protruding teeth.
Despite knowing what would happen; Harry, Hermione, and Ron were still in shock as they watched the figure of Hermione repeated before them, dressed in Slytherin uniform.
Harry made a movement with his wand, and the Hermione-Malfoy recovered control of her body up to the waist, while her feet remained firmly planted on the floor.
Draco observed his body with horror, while his hands desperately palpated his new breasts and disappeared pubic area. -I'll kill you for this Potter!- he shouted. –My father will know...! Harry made a new movement with his wand, and Draco became motionless again. -Polyjuice potion, Draco. Now that I'm not as bad at Potions as you think. There are some things the bastard Snape never taught you. The face of Harry was unrecognizable. On it were equally visible hatred, desperation, perversity, and macabre. Ron and Hermione feared that the mark of Voldemort had already sunk too deep into his soul. -Harry- they said almost in unison. –We've scared him, he's learned his lesson. I think it's enough... -No Ron, this is just starting. Didn't you see what I asked the multipurpose room for this time? Don't you realize why it's prepared?. Lights! Harry's shout echoed off the walls of the room, and a diffuse light allowed them to see what was around. What seemed like paintings were actually photographs of men and women in obscene positions. Some couples only hinted at being naked from the paintings, while many others moved rhythmically to the beat of various sexual positions. The entire room was filled with beds, while instruments of varying sizes hung from the back wall. Ron and Hermione didn't have time to keep observing the room, as Harry had made another movement with his wand and Malfoy-Hermione was undressing. -Harry!, Please!- said Hermione, startled. But she said it with little conviction, unable to look away. Ron didn't say anything. Harry looked at her sideways as Hermione-Malfoy finished undressing and a pair of large breasts emerged, with a barely trimmed mound of Venus. Both looked at the real Hermione. They couldn't imagine she had such a good body under that anodyne tunic. Hermione-Malfoy was trembling slightly with rage. She couldn't resist the Imperius curse, and watched with eyes full of terror at her three tormentors. The lost look in the feminine eyes, and the slightly pursed mouth gave her a sensual appearance. Harry lowered his wand abruptly and Hermione-Malfoy fell face-first, supported by her hands and knees on all fours. -We won't call you Hermione because it's an insult to my friend and companion, nor Malfoy because it would ruin the illusion of what we're about to do, so how can we call you? Ah!, I know... I'll call you slutty. You'll be our slutty, Draco. We'll give you a night you'll never forget... Harry made another movement with his wand... The wand, and furrowed his brow. It seemed he would control Malfoy at a superior level. -Come here slutty- said Harry. On Hermione-Malfoy's face there was a transformation, under Harry's will took a look of lascivity and perversion. The eyes narrowed, and with agitated breathing began to pass the tongue over the lips and prominent palates. She began to move on all fours towards Harry, occasionally turning to raise her backside and show them her almost hairless anus and vagina. Her head of long, disheveled hair turned towards them, and she gave them a wink of naughtiness. Harry's tunic inflamed in his groin due to a sudden erection. Ron had the same thing happen and tried to hide it. Harry, on the other hand, let Hermione-Malfoy approach him and caress his prominent groin. Ron watched with terribly opened eyes, while Hermione had a lost look, as her double removed Harry's wizard tunic with delicate hands, leaving his exposed juvenile penis, which occasionally pulsed with blood flow. Hermione-Malfoy grasped Harry's penis with tenderness and kissed it gently on the glans. Harry smiled and said: -Let's see if Draco has anything to say to us- said which, he performed a new spell with the wand. Hermione-Malfoy's face disfigured. Her beautiful cheeks turned red and her tangled hair was even more unruly while she screamed. Only her face had recovered mobility, the rest of her body continued to move sensually, as her hand slowly masturbated Harry. Hermione-Malfoy's plump lips did not stop cursing. -You can't do this to me Potter! They'll know it! They'll know you cast the Imperius Curse and will end up in Azkaban! Don't forget I... Humfff, glubbb...! Hermione-Malfoy couldn't continue speaking as Harry's penis penetrated deeply into her throat. Harry controlled her again and in his Face, possessed by the curse, reflected once again an immense pleasure. -Enough already, Harry, please...- said Hermione. This time her voice trembled slightly, while her lips opened and closed slowly with the rhythm of her accelerated breathing. Her voice was completely devoid of conviction, and her hand involuntarily clung to her pubic area. Hermione-Malfoy continued to suck loudly on Harry's penis, helping herself with large plates to gently bite his head and then swallow the instrument completely with rhythmic and expert movements. Amazingly, Hermione's double possessed the old plates the girl had before Madam Pomfrey got them. Except for this, both were identical. Ron had a disbelieving look. He didn't approve of what was happening, but on the other hand it seemed to be an opportunity to make certain thoughts of his come true that had occupied his mind in humid and interminable nights. Harry seemed to divine his friend's thoughts, so he made another movement with the wand and Hermione-Malfoy began to wag her rear invitingly, slowly and sensually, without stopping to suck loudly on Harry's member. Ron quickly shed his tunic and positioned himself behind Hermione-Malfoy who was still on all fours. He placed his erect penis against the dilating vagina and pushed. Quickly, his penis was devoured by the hot and gushing cave of Hermione-Malfoy. Ron began to move rhythmically, amazed and feverish. -Did you do that Harry? Did you make her dilate and lubricate?- asked Ron, not stopping to move. -No Ron, I didn't do it. But don't forget this is a woman's body. It should behave like one. He was interrupted by a deep groan of pleasure from Hermione-Malfoy. The sound was muffled by Harry's member. -Hey Ron!- said Harry surprised. -It seems you're doing well!. Ron continued to pump with force, increasingly deep and loudly. Her legs were pounding against Hermione's perfect and firm buttocks, while her large breasts bounced forward and backward. Hermione-Malfoy redoubled the fury of her sucking. They became deeper and more violent, and Harry, taken by surprise, couldn't avoid ejaculation. Helping herself with her hands, Hermione sucked Harry's penis in each rhythmic impulse, swallowing each hot semen jet strongly. Harry calmed down a bit, while his member became flaccid. Hermione-Malfoy however did not stop sucking until the last drop and swallowed loudly as if she were quenching a centuries-old thirst.
- Hey Harry - said Ron slowly. – Look at that. He looked in the direction Ron was pointing, and his eyes couldn't believe it. The real Hermione had lifted her tunic, taken off her pink bloomers, and was furiously rubbing her clitoris while her face contorted with pleasure.
-I'm going to help her, Ron, don't forget the Imperius control over our slutty. Harry pulled out his semi-flaccid penis from Hermione's mouth and went towards the bed where she was twisting with her legs open. He approached slowly and undressed her slowly. Harry then found out why he hadn't noticed that his friend had at least 100 breasts, although he saw them every day. As soon as he lifted her tunic, he saw a corset-compression compressing Hermione's large breasts. He began to unbutton it, while Hermione-Malfoy's cries of pleasure filled the multipurpose room, as she came again and again.
Ron made occasional sustained wand movements, shouting Orgiasticus! That seemed to maintain and prolong Hermione-Malfoy's orgasms. She maintained one for ten interminable minutes, giving pleasure lashes with her wand, while the perfectly proportioned body being penetrated shook again and again. Hermione-Malfoy was going crazy. She was screaming, licking her lips, and squeezing her breasts with her hands... Another scream came from the place where Harry was located. He had already released the true Hermione's breasts, which were swaying and pendulating as he gave long and deep kisses to the red and erect nipples. With his hand, he slowly toyed with her vagina, more lubricated each time, alternating between kissing her breasts and giving deep and wet tongue kisses, which Hermione responded to with delight. Harry's member began to harden again, and it stood up quickly. In Hermione's eyes, a fleeting note of mischief crossed, and she bent down slightly, giving him two or three deep sucks to lubricate him and placing him between her enormous breasts. Harry stopped, while his friend continued to sit on the bed, massaging his member with her wet breasts. The glans kept popping out between the tender bosoms, and when Harry's penis head hit Hermione's chin, she would take her tongue and give it some skillful tongue licks. -I want your cum, Ron!- then Hermione-Malfoy screamed. She was still on all fours, but her back arched like a snake as she pushed with force to make sure not a single centimeter of Ron's penis stayed outside her hot vagina. -Don't go too far, Ron,- Harry said. -We want him to stay alive after this.- -I swear I didn't make him move or say anything! I've lost control of the Imperius curse five minutes ago!- Fill me with your warm cum, Ron! I'm Hermione the slut! I'm a slut and deserve to be fucked and penetrated by you!- Hermione-Malfoy screamed. Harry held back a bit. He didn't want to disrespect Hermione, but he wasn't controlling her at that moment; it had to be Ron. They hadn't been getting along well lately. -I'M A PUUUUTTAAA!- Hermione-Malfoy's screams continued. Filling the atmosphere. -That's it Ron!- said Harry. -I swear I'm not doing anything!- replied Ron desperate. -Shut up slut!- yelled at Hermione-Malfoy while hitting her hard on her buttocks. -I'M A SLUT!, HIT THE BAD HERMIONE! A final apocalyptic orgasm ran through the body of Hermione-Malfoy, the vaginal muscles contracting and squeezing Ron's penis. This excited him so much that he pumped his hot semen into her vagina, both of them screaming with pleasure. On the other hand, Hermione-Malfoy's obscene screams didn't offend the real witch, who seemed to want to corroborate what her double was shouting a moment ago. She had almost thrown Harry onto the bed and was devouring his member with expert movements. Once she had it well hard, she sat down on the teenage magician with force, again and again. Each time she sat down, her breasts bounced, and Harry felt like Hermione's juices were soaking him. -It seems you didn't learn only Bulgarian from Viktor...- whispered Harry. Hermione blushed but didn't stop, continuing with her wild jumps. Ron was exhausted in a corner, and for an instant, Harry wondered where Hermione-Malfoy was. He didn't get to ask, as he saw her climbing onto the real Hermione's back, massaging her breasts, and rubbing her own on the girl's back. The lesbian scene was much more than what Harry had imagined happening. He wondered if the room air wasn't some kind of aphrodisiac, since none of them seemed to be in their right minds at this point. He decided not to ask silly questions and just enjoy it. He grabbed Hermione's buttocks with both hands, while Hermione-Malfoy began to suck on her enormous breasts, alternating between sucking and offering Hermione hers. language of occasional use, recovered the erection immediately. He approached Hermione-Malfoy again, put her in position and... -Just a moment Ron, it's my turn- said Harry. He separated from Hermione and got up on his feet in bed. The heads of the two Hermiones were at the height of Harry's penis, and they began to suck it in tandem. They made a wet nest with their two mouths and tongues, which rubbed against each other as they sucked Harry's increasingly harder member. He let them do it for a while, watching Ron expectantly. The real Hermione separated from Harry, leaving Hermione-Malfoy again attached to his penis as if her life depended on it. She went over to where Ron was and said -I've always wanted to do this. Every time we fought, I imagined you possessing me, Ron. Ron swallowed saliva and turned even redder (if that were possible), while Hermione's head lowered slowly and began to lick his penis. Harry had put Hermione-Malfoy on all fours again, who was agitated nervously like a real slut in heat. -Now I'm going to give you something more. This time it will hurt a bit, but you'll get used to it- said Harry. –Lift your tiny ass slutty up a bit. Hermione-Malfoy lifted her rear end, offering her pink and small anus. -Ron explored the other hole, so it's only fair that I get this one too. But this wouldn't be revenge without a little pain, so let's make it more interesting... Harry's words caught the attention of the two Hermiones. The real one turned to observe them, and both Hermiones faced each other. -Harry... be careful- said Hermione. –That's still unexplored territory... Ron was behind the real Hermione, and he shuddered when she said that, while Harry was positioned behind the fake with an enigmatic smile. Harry raised his wand and shouted: -Enlargius! Ron looked at him strangely, but the real Hermione (who apparently knew all the spells in the world), She smiled and blushed a little. Hermione-Malfoy had her eyes closed, with an expectant expression on her face, so she couldn't see what was happening behind her. However, Ron and Hermione, who had already started moving to the rhythm of sex, didn't take their eyes off the couple in front of them. Under the effect of the spell, Harry's member began to grow and thicken, reaching a length that exceeded thirty centimeters. While massaging his monstrous penis with one hand, he began to rub the false Hermione's vagina with the other, which was dripping and throbbing, red and swollen. With her juices, she smeared the anus that was dilating invitingly. She placed the large head at the entrance of the narrow opening and pushed. Hermione-Malfoy's face contorted into a grimace of pain and pleasure, her eyes opened like plates, as she uttered an incontrollable scream. Harry's penis deflowered the now reddened and pulsing anus, making its way with difficulty through the straining sphincters of the girl. She bit her lower lip, while some tears escaped from her eyes, but slowly, the groans turned into deep sighs, and the immobile body began to move to accompany the powerful thrusts of the member that was recoring her anus. Hermione gave a sign to Ron, who pulled out his penis, soaked in the girl's cave, and introduced it almost effortlessly into her anus. Ron looked stunned as his member entered and left again and again, and the groans of two Hermiones losing their anal virginity at the same time threatened to make him come immediately. However, he controlled himself, and looking ahead, observed how the two girls began to give each other deep tongue kisses. The real Hermione inserted two fingers into her vagina, occasionally massaging her clitoris. Although the false one seemed not to have enough. She had grabbed one of the phallic instruments hanging on the walls (a replica of large size), and he would force it into her vagina with violence, while Harry didn't stop pumping behind him with his magically enlarged member. The gigantic breasts of the Hermiones moved rhythmically, and were massaged from behind by both boys, their groans intertwining in the air, spreading the notes of a symphonic orgy. They reached orgasm simultaneously. Ron forced himself into Hermione's anus with violence, while the girl was penetrated deeply with her fingers. Harry made his enormous member disappear completely inside Hermione-Malfoy's asshole, which excited her so much that she pushed the dildo to the bottom of her vagina. A sustained scream emerged from the four throats, and both girls' rectums were flooded with semen, as their own juices continued to flow down their legs. They rested for a few minutes and got up. The hour was about to strike, so Harry withdrew his penis from Hermione-Malfoy's still sensitive anus and began to dress. Everyone got up except the fake Hermione, who was shivering with pleasure, still inserting the dildo. They took away the instrument and put her old tunic back on, waiting for the effect of the multi-jug potion to wear off. Slowly, Hermione's face disappeared, along with her breasts and long hair, and a few seconds later Draco Malfoy had recovered his original form. He got up from the bed but let out a faint cry of pain when he sat down. He struggled to get up and limped towards the door without speaking a word. He gave them one last look. His face showed no emotion. He looked at Harry, who was already dressed, with an unmistakable bulge between his legs; and Ron and Hermione, who were still naked. Ron demonstrated with his nudity that the Weasleys were completely redheads, while Hermione closed her legs to prevent Ron's semen from continuing) slipping from his anus to the floor. He gave a half turn and left the room in disarray. Hermione looked at her friends with a worried expression. -Do you think he'll betray us, Harry? she asked. The question threw Harry off balance. -How many doses of multi-jump potion had you prepared, Hermione? -I prepared a complete cauldron, and filled the two beer bottles from Beautiful that are on that table. -The bottles! Ron shouted. -What's wrong with the bottles? Hermione asked. -They've disappeared! The next day, while they were in the common room, talking in hushed tones, observing Slytherin's table. -It seems Malfoy didn't betray us, Harry said. -And it also seems he still has trouble sitting down, Ron said sarcastically. Hermione laughed with a short chuckle and her breasts swayed to the rhythm of laughter. She had decided not to wear a corset again, and all the men at Gryffindor's table were having trouble avoiding eye contact and getting their food into their mouths. -Well, he's not the only one who took a souvenir from this adventure, Harry said, looking downcast. -I still can't get him back to his normal size. -It doesn't matter, Hermione said. A rumor that will add to the legend of great Harry Potter, or why not 'Harry the Gifted' Potter? -That's enough, Hermione, Harry said. -Don't be angry, Hermione replied. You know I'm your friend and I don't mean it badly. She took Harry's hands in hers and squeezed them. Harry smiled slightly and realized his friend had passed him a note during the squeeze. He read it quickly: Tonight. Same hour, same place -I invited Cho. She has a lot of interest in checking out your new 'abilities' Hermione whispered. Harry looked up and saw Hermione giving him a wink. With the corner of his eye, he saw Cho Chang batting her eyelashes from Ravenclaw's table. A hand fleetingly ran across his crotch, which began to bulge and bulge, and Harry feared it would never stop growing... -------------- if you want more email ultimasombra@yahoo.com
They were waiting for Malfoy. His revenge would not be free since they were risking a sentence in Azkaban, but it would be worth it. Harry was tired of being a martyr and a wimp. After this day, Malfoy would be finished.
Draco entered noisily, almost without looking around. The room lights were low, and some scattered candles allowed glimpsing various portraits on the walls, and some sofas and beds...
-'What do you want, Potter?' said Malfoy as he entered. 'I hope it's important.'
-'I already told you, Draco' replied Harry.
-'We're only here to have a beer and chat for a bit.' Ron and Hermione didn't move, their faces showing confusion.
-'There's something weird about this place, Potter, and if you think I'll stay one second more in this spot...'
-'Imperio!'
Malfoy didn't have time to keep talking. Harry had raised his magic wand and cast the Imperius curse on him without him noticing. Harry struggled for an instant, horrified by what he'd just done. The Imperius curse was one of the unforgivable curses.
Draco wanted to speak, but his jaw was locked. His eyes revealed deep hatred. Harry's eyes, however, were no longer hesitant, and a certain jocose tinge appeared on his face.
Hermione tried to speak...
-'Harry, be careful with what you're doing...'
-'It's too late, Hermione,' said Harry. 'You agreed with this too.'
Although some macabre ideas were passing through Harry Potter's head. Hermione doesn't know the whole plan, he thought. She would never have agreed.
Harry made a ... movement with the wand, and Malfoy took a glass that was on a nearby table. With visible effort, he lifted it to his mouth and drank until the last drop of the potion that contained it.
-Now we'll have an hour to have fun, Draco. We're doing this for your own good, to free you from those horrible prejudices you have. You will never call Hermione impure blood again.
Draco's eyes turned white. His entire body suffered a convulsion and began to transform. His red hair darkened slightly, and it began to grow wildly until it reached his back, curling up repeatedly along the way. He lost some height, while his tunic began to swell at chest level. Two large protuberances bulged out of his Hogwarts tunic. Malfoy's features disappeared slowly, giving way to a beautiful and feminine face with slightly protruding teeth.
Despite knowing what would happen; Harry, Hermione, and Ron were still in shock as they watched the figure of Hermione repeated before them, dressed in Slytherin uniform.
Harry made a movement with his wand, and the Hermione-Malfoy recovered control of her body up to the waist, while her feet remained firmly planted on the floor.
Draco observed his body with horror, while his hands desperately palpated his new breasts and disappeared pubic area. -I'll kill you for this Potter!- he shouted. –My father will know...! Harry made a new movement with his wand, and Draco became motionless again. -Polyjuice potion, Draco. Now that I'm not as bad at Potions as you think. There are some things the bastard Snape never taught you. The face of Harry was unrecognizable. On it were equally visible hatred, desperation, perversity, and macabre. Ron and Hermione feared that the mark of Voldemort had already sunk too deep into his soul. -Harry- they said almost in unison. –We've scared him, he's learned his lesson. I think it's enough... -No Ron, this is just starting. Didn't you see what I asked the multipurpose room for this time? Don't you realize why it's prepared?. Lights! Harry's shout echoed off the walls of the room, and a diffuse light allowed them to see what was around. What seemed like paintings were actually photographs of men and women in obscene positions. Some couples only hinted at being naked from the paintings, while many others moved rhythmically to the beat of various sexual positions. The entire room was filled with beds, while instruments of varying sizes hung from the back wall. Ron and Hermione didn't have time to keep observing the room, as Harry had made another movement with his wand and Malfoy-Hermione was undressing. -Harry!, Please!- said Hermione, startled. But she said it with little conviction, unable to look away. Ron didn't say anything. Harry looked at her sideways as Hermione-Malfoy finished undressing and a pair of large breasts emerged, with a barely trimmed mound of Venus. Both looked at the real Hermione. They couldn't imagine she had such a good body under that anodyne tunic. Hermione-Malfoy was trembling slightly with rage. She couldn't resist the Imperius curse, and watched with eyes full of terror at her three tormentors. The lost look in the feminine eyes, and the slightly pursed mouth gave her a sensual appearance. Harry lowered his wand abruptly and Hermione-Malfoy fell face-first, supported by her hands and knees on all fours. -We won't call you Hermione because it's an insult to my friend and companion, nor Malfoy because it would ruin the illusion of what we're about to do, so how can we call you? Ah!, I know... I'll call you slutty. You'll be our slutty, Draco. We'll give you a night you'll never forget... Harry made another movement with his wand... The wand, and furrowed his brow. It seemed he would control Malfoy at a superior level. -Come here slutty- said Harry. On Hermione-Malfoy's face there was a transformation, under Harry's will took a look of lascivity and perversion. The eyes narrowed, and with agitated breathing began to pass the tongue over the lips and prominent palates. She began to move on all fours towards Harry, occasionally turning to raise her backside and show them her almost hairless anus and vagina. Her head of long, disheveled hair turned towards them, and she gave them a wink of naughtiness. Harry's tunic inflamed in his groin due to a sudden erection. Ron had the same thing happen and tried to hide it. Harry, on the other hand, let Hermione-Malfoy approach him and caress his prominent groin. Ron watched with terribly opened eyes, while Hermione had a lost look, as her double removed Harry's wizard tunic with delicate hands, leaving his exposed juvenile penis, which occasionally pulsed with blood flow. Hermione-Malfoy grasped Harry's penis with tenderness and kissed it gently on the glans. Harry smiled and said: -Let's see if Draco has anything to say to us- said which, he performed a new spell with the wand. Hermione-Malfoy's face disfigured. Her beautiful cheeks turned red and her tangled hair was even more unruly while she screamed. Only her face had recovered mobility, the rest of her body continued to move sensually, as her hand slowly masturbated Harry. Hermione-Malfoy's plump lips did not stop cursing. -You can't do this to me Potter! They'll know it! They'll know you cast the Imperius Curse and will end up in Azkaban! Don't forget I... Humfff, glubbb...! Hermione-Malfoy couldn't continue speaking as Harry's penis penetrated deeply into her throat. Harry controlled her again and in his Face, possessed by the curse, reflected once again an immense pleasure. -Enough already, Harry, please...- said Hermione. This time her voice trembled slightly, while her lips opened and closed slowly with the rhythm of her accelerated breathing. Her voice was completely devoid of conviction, and her hand involuntarily clung to her pubic area. Hermione-Malfoy continued to suck loudly on Harry's penis, helping herself with large plates to gently bite his head and then swallow the instrument completely with rhythmic and expert movements. Amazingly, Hermione's double possessed the old plates the girl had before Madam Pomfrey got them. Except for this, both were identical. Ron had a disbelieving look. He didn't approve of what was happening, but on the other hand it seemed to be an opportunity to make certain thoughts of his come true that had occupied his mind in humid and interminable nights. Harry seemed to divine his friend's thoughts, so he made another movement with the wand and Hermione-Malfoy began to wag her rear invitingly, slowly and sensually, without stopping to suck loudly on Harry's member. Ron quickly shed his tunic and positioned himself behind Hermione-Malfoy who was still on all fours. He placed his erect penis against the dilating vagina and pushed. Quickly, his penis was devoured by the hot and gushing cave of Hermione-Malfoy. Ron began to move rhythmically, amazed and feverish. -Did you do that Harry? Did you make her dilate and lubricate?- asked Ron, not stopping to move. -No Ron, I didn't do it. But don't forget this is a woman's body. It should behave like one. He was interrupted by a deep groan of pleasure from Hermione-Malfoy. The sound was muffled by Harry's member. -Hey Ron!- said Harry surprised. -It seems you're doing well!. Ron continued to pump with force, increasingly deep and loudly. Her legs were pounding against Hermione's perfect and firm buttocks, while her large breasts bounced forward and backward. Hermione-Malfoy redoubled the fury of her sucking. They became deeper and more violent, and Harry, taken by surprise, couldn't avoid ejaculation. Helping herself with her hands, Hermione sucked Harry's penis in each rhythmic impulse, swallowing each hot semen jet strongly. Harry calmed down a bit, while his member became flaccid. Hermione-Malfoy however did not stop sucking until the last drop and swallowed loudly as if she were quenching a centuries-old thirst.
- Hey Harry - said Ron slowly. – Look at that. He looked in the direction Ron was pointing, and his eyes couldn't believe it. The real Hermione had lifted her tunic, taken off her pink bloomers, and was furiously rubbing her clitoris while her face contorted with pleasure.
-I'm going to help her, Ron, don't forget the Imperius control over our slutty. Harry pulled out his semi-flaccid penis from Hermione's mouth and went towards the bed where she was twisting with her legs open. He approached slowly and undressed her slowly. Harry then found out why he hadn't noticed that his friend had at least 100 breasts, although he saw them every day. As soon as he lifted her tunic, he saw a corset-compression compressing Hermione's large breasts. He began to unbutton it, while Hermione-Malfoy's cries of pleasure filled the multipurpose room, as she came again and again.
Ron made occasional sustained wand movements, shouting Orgiasticus! That seemed to maintain and prolong Hermione-Malfoy's orgasms. She maintained one for ten interminable minutes, giving pleasure lashes with her wand, while the perfectly proportioned body being penetrated shook again and again. Hermione-Malfoy was going crazy. She was screaming, licking her lips, and squeezing her breasts with her hands... Another scream came from the place where Harry was located. He had already released the true Hermione's breasts, which were swaying and pendulating as he gave long and deep kisses to the red and erect nipples. With his hand, he slowly toyed with her vagina, more lubricated each time, alternating between kissing her breasts and giving deep and wet tongue kisses, which Hermione responded to with delight. Harry's member began to harden again, and it stood up quickly. In Hermione's eyes, a fleeting note of mischief crossed, and she bent down slightly, giving him two or three deep sucks to lubricate him and placing him between her enormous breasts. Harry stopped, while his friend continued to sit on the bed, massaging his member with her wet breasts. The glans kept popping out between the tender bosoms, and when Harry's penis head hit Hermione's chin, she would take her tongue and give it some skillful tongue licks. -I want your cum, Ron!- then Hermione-Malfoy screamed. She was still on all fours, but her back arched like a snake as she pushed with force to make sure not a single centimeter of Ron's penis stayed outside her hot vagina. -Don't go too far, Ron,- Harry said. -We want him to stay alive after this.- -I swear I didn't make him move or say anything! I've lost control of the Imperius curse five minutes ago!- Fill me with your warm cum, Ron! I'm Hermione the slut! I'm a slut and deserve to be fucked and penetrated by you!- Hermione-Malfoy screamed. Harry held back a bit. He didn't want to disrespect Hermione, but he wasn't controlling her at that moment; it had to be Ron. They hadn't been getting along well lately. -I'M A PUUUUTTAAA!- Hermione-Malfoy's screams continued. Filling the atmosphere. -That's it Ron!- said Harry. -I swear I'm not doing anything!- replied Ron desperate. -Shut up slut!- yelled at Hermione-Malfoy while hitting her hard on her buttocks. -I'M A SLUT!, HIT THE BAD HERMIONE! A final apocalyptic orgasm ran through the body of Hermione-Malfoy, the vaginal muscles contracting and squeezing Ron's penis. This excited him so much that he pumped his hot semen into her vagina, both of them screaming with pleasure. On the other hand, Hermione-Malfoy's obscene screams didn't offend the real witch, who seemed to want to corroborate what her double was shouting a moment ago. She had almost thrown Harry onto the bed and was devouring his member with expert movements. Once she had it well hard, she sat down on the teenage magician with force, again and again. Each time she sat down, her breasts bounced, and Harry felt like Hermione's juices were soaking him. -It seems you didn't learn only Bulgarian from Viktor...- whispered Harry. Hermione blushed but didn't stop, continuing with her wild jumps. Ron was exhausted in a corner, and for an instant, Harry wondered where Hermione-Malfoy was. He didn't get to ask, as he saw her climbing onto the real Hermione's back, massaging her breasts, and rubbing her own on the girl's back. The lesbian scene was much more than what Harry had imagined happening. He wondered if the room air wasn't some kind of aphrodisiac, since none of them seemed to be in their right minds at this point. He decided not to ask silly questions and just enjoy it. He grabbed Hermione's buttocks with both hands, while Hermione-Malfoy began to suck on her enormous breasts, alternating between sucking and offering Hermione hers. language of occasional use, recovered the erection immediately. He approached Hermione-Malfoy again, put her in position and... -Just a moment Ron, it's my turn- said Harry. He separated from Hermione and got up on his feet in bed. The heads of the two Hermiones were at the height of Harry's penis, and they began to suck it in tandem. They made a wet nest with their two mouths and tongues, which rubbed against each other as they sucked Harry's increasingly harder member. He let them do it for a while, watching Ron expectantly. The real Hermione separated from Harry, leaving Hermione-Malfoy again attached to his penis as if her life depended on it. She went over to where Ron was and said -I've always wanted to do this. Every time we fought, I imagined you possessing me, Ron. Ron swallowed saliva and turned even redder (if that were possible), while Hermione's head lowered slowly and began to lick his penis. Harry had put Hermione-Malfoy on all fours again, who was agitated nervously like a real slut in heat. -Now I'm going to give you something more. This time it will hurt a bit, but you'll get used to it- said Harry. –Lift your tiny ass slutty up a bit. Hermione-Malfoy lifted her rear end, offering her pink and small anus. -Ron explored the other hole, so it's only fair that I get this one too. But this wouldn't be revenge without a little pain, so let's make it more interesting... Harry's words caught the attention of the two Hermiones. The real one turned to observe them, and both Hermiones faced each other. -Harry... be careful- said Hermione. –That's still unexplored territory... Ron was behind the real Hermione, and he shuddered when she said that, while Harry was positioned behind the fake with an enigmatic smile. Harry raised his wand and shouted: -Enlargius! Ron looked at him strangely, but the real Hermione (who apparently knew all the spells in the world), She smiled and blushed a little. Hermione-Malfoy had her eyes closed, with an expectant expression on her face, so she couldn't see what was happening behind her. However, Ron and Hermione, who had already started moving to the rhythm of sex, didn't take their eyes off the couple in front of them. Under the effect of the spell, Harry's member began to grow and thicken, reaching a length that exceeded thirty centimeters. While massaging his monstrous penis with one hand, he began to rub the false Hermione's vagina with the other, which was dripping and throbbing, red and swollen. With her juices, she smeared the anus that was dilating invitingly. She placed the large head at the entrance of the narrow opening and pushed. Hermione-Malfoy's face contorted into a grimace of pain and pleasure, her eyes opened like plates, as she uttered an incontrollable scream. Harry's penis deflowered the now reddened and pulsing anus, making its way with difficulty through the straining sphincters of the girl. She bit her lower lip, while some tears escaped from her eyes, but slowly, the groans turned into deep sighs, and the immobile body began to move to accompany the powerful thrusts of the member that was recoring her anus. Hermione gave a sign to Ron, who pulled out his penis, soaked in the girl's cave, and introduced it almost effortlessly into her anus. Ron looked stunned as his member entered and left again and again, and the groans of two Hermiones losing their anal virginity at the same time threatened to make him come immediately. However, he controlled himself, and looking ahead, observed how the two girls began to give each other deep tongue kisses. The real Hermione inserted two fingers into her vagina, occasionally massaging her clitoris. Although the false one seemed not to have enough. She had grabbed one of the phallic instruments hanging on the walls (a replica of large size), and he would force it into her vagina with violence, while Harry didn't stop pumping behind him with his magically enlarged member. The gigantic breasts of the Hermiones moved rhythmically, and were massaged from behind by both boys, their groans intertwining in the air, spreading the notes of a symphonic orgy. They reached orgasm simultaneously. Ron forced himself into Hermione's anus with violence, while the girl was penetrated deeply with her fingers. Harry made his enormous member disappear completely inside Hermione-Malfoy's asshole, which excited her so much that she pushed the dildo to the bottom of her vagina. A sustained scream emerged from the four throats, and both girls' rectums were flooded with semen, as their own juices continued to flow down their legs. They rested for a few minutes and got up. The hour was about to strike, so Harry withdrew his penis from Hermione-Malfoy's still sensitive anus and began to dress. Everyone got up except the fake Hermione, who was shivering with pleasure, still inserting the dildo. They took away the instrument and put her old tunic back on, waiting for the effect of the multi-jug potion to wear off. Slowly, Hermione's face disappeared, along with her breasts and long hair, and a few seconds later Draco Malfoy had recovered his original form. He got up from the bed but let out a faint cry of pain when he sat down. He struggled to get up and limped towards the door without speaking a word. He gave them one last look. His face showed no emotion. He looked at Harry, who was already dressed, with an unmistakable bulge between his legs; and Ron and Hermione, who were still naked. Ron demonstrated with his nudity that the Weasleys were completely redheads, while Hermione closed her legs to prevent Ron's semen from continuing) slipping from his anus to the floor. He gave a half turn and left the room in disarray. Hermione looked at her friends with a worried expression. -Do you think he'll betray us, Harry? she asked. The question threw Harry off balance. -How many doses of multi-jump potion had you prepared, Hermione? -I prepared a complete cauldron, and filled the two beer bottles from Beautiful that are on that table. -The bottles! Ron shouted. -What's wrong with the bottles? Hermione asked. -They've disappeared! The next day, while they were in the common room, talking in hushed tones, observing Slytherin's table. -It seems Malfoy didn't betray us, Harry said. -And it also seems he still has trouble sitting down, Ron said sarcastically. Hermione laughed with a short chuckle and her breasts swayed to the rhythm of laughter. She had decided not to wear a corset again, and all the men at Gryffindor's table were having trouble avoiding eye contact and getting their food into their mouths. -Well, he's not the only one who took a souvenir from this adventure, Harry said, looking downcast. -I still can't get him back to his normal size. -It doesn't matter, Hermione said. A rumor that will add to the legend of great Harry Potter, or why not 'Harry the Gifted' Potter? -That's enough, Hermione, Harry said. -Don't be angry, Hermione replied. You know I'm your friend and I don't mean it badly. She took Harry's hands in hers and squeezed them. Harry smiled slightly and realized his friend had passed him a note during the squeeze. He read it quickly: Tonight. Same hour, same place -I invited Cho. She has a lot of interest in checking out your new 'abilities' Hermione whispered. Harry looked up and saw Hermione giving him a wink. With the corner of his eye, he saw Cho Chang batting her eyelashes from Ravenclaw's table. A hand fleetingly ran across his crotch, which began to bulge and bulge, and Harry feared it would never stop growing... -------------- if you want more email ultimasombra@yahoo.com
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muy pero muy muy muy malo lo tuyo, anda hacete tratar. pendejo
que mierda es ese texto (de que fucking trata)?
se me canten porque con 5 palabras me alcanza para describir toda la saga del pendejo
que no pienso leer porque para gay´s ya esta el señor garrison en south park. FIN
la MASA que le doy, tiene 16!!!
visiblemente preocupado acerca de lo que se encontraban a punto de hacer. Una cosa
era robar piel de serpiente africana arbórea por una buena causa, y otra muy distinta
era hacerlo sólo con la venganza como único objetivo, estaba rogando que Snape no lo
notara esta vez..
Esperaban a Malfoy. Su venganza no sería gratuita puesto que se estaban arriesgando a
no menos que una condena en Azkaban, pero valdría la pena. Harry estaba cansado de
ser un mártir y un pusilánime. Luego de este día, Malfoy estaría acabado.
Draco entró ruidosamente, casi sin mirar alrededor. Las luces de la habitación
estaban bajas, y algunas velas diseminadas aquí y allá permitían vislumbrar diversos
cuadros en las paredes, y algunos divanes y camas.
-¿Qué es lo que quieres Potter?- dijo Malfoy apenas entró. -Espero que sea importante.
-Ya te lo dije Draco- replicó Harry. –Estamos aquí sólo para tomar una cerveza de
manteca y conversar un rato. Ron y Hermione no se movieron, en sus caras se
vislumbraba el desconcierto.
-Aquí hay algo raro Potter, y si crees que me quedaré un segundo más en este lugar...
-¡Imperio!
Malfoy no tuvo tiempo de seguir hablando. Harry había levantado la varita mágica y lo
había sometido al maleficio Imperius sin que se diera cuenta. Harry se debatió un
instante, consternado acerca de lo que acababa de hacer. El maleficio Imperius era
uno de los maleficios imperdonables.
Draco quería hablar, pero su mandíbula estaba atenazada. Sus ojos revelaban un odio
profundo. Los ojos de Harry sin embargo, ya no dudaban, y cierto matiz jocoso asomaba
a su cara.
Hermione intentó hablar.
-Harry, ten cuidado con lo que haces...
-Ya es demasiado tarde Hermione, tu también estuviste de acuerdo con esto- dijo Harry.
Aunque por la cabeza de Harry Potter estaban pasando algunas ideas macabras.
“Hermione no conoce todo el plan”, se dijo. “Ella nunca hubiera estado de acuerdo”.
Harry hizo un movimiento con la varita, y Malfoy tomó un vaso que se encontraba sobre
una mesa cercana. Con un visible esfuerzo, lo levantó hacia su boca y se bebió hasta
el último trago del brebaje que contenía.
-Ahora tendremos una hora para divertirnos, Draco. Hacemos esto por tu bien, para
liberarte de esos horribles prejuicios que tienes. Ya nunca llamarás sangre impura a
Hermione otra vez.
Los ojos de Draco se pusieron en blanco. Todo su cuerpo sufrió una convulsión y
comenzó a transformarse. El pelo rubio se le oscureció un poco, y comenzó a crecer de
forma desmesurada hasta llegar a su espalda, ensortijándose una y otra vez en el
camino. Perdió un poco de estatura, mientras que su túnica comenzó a hinchársele a la
altura del pecho. Dos grandes protuberancias abultaron su túnica de Hogwarts. Las
facciones de Malfoy desaparecieron lentamente dando lugar a una cara femenina y
hermosa, con los dientes un poquito salidos.
Pese a saber lo que sucedería; Harry, Hermione y Ron no salían de su asombro al
observar la figura de Hermione repetida frente a ellos, embutida en el uniforme de
Slytherin.
Harry hizo un movimiento con la varita, y Hermione-Malfoy recuperó el control de su
cuerpo hasta la cintura, mientras que los pies seguían firmemente clavados en el suelo.
Draco observó su cuerpo con espanto, mientras que sus manos palpaban desesperadamente
a sus nuevos pechos, y a su desaparecida entrepierna.
-¡Te mataré por esto Potter!- gritó. –¡Mi padre lo sabrá y...!
Harry hizo un nuevo movimiento con la varita, y Draco volvió a quedar inmóvil.
-Poción multijugos, Draco. Ya vez que no soy tan malo en Pociones como piensas. Hay
algunas cositas que el bastardo de Snape nunca te enseñó.
El rostro de Harry estaba irreconocible. Por él surcaban por igual el odio, la
desesperación, la perversión, y lo macabro. Ron y Hermione temieron que la marca de
Voldemort hubiera calado ya demasiado profundo en su alma.
-Harry- dijeron casi al unísono. –Ya lo asustamos, ha aprendido la lección. Creo que
ya es suficiente...
-No Ron, esto recién empieza. ¿Acaso no vieron que fue lo que le pedí a la habitación
multipropósito esta vez?, ¿No se dan cuenta para que está preparada?. ¡Lumos!
El grito de Harry tuvo su eco en las paredes de la habitación, y una luz difusa
permitió ver que era lo que había alrededor. Lo que parecían cuadros eran en realidad
fotografías de hombres y mujeres en actitudes obscenas. Algunas parejas solo se
insinuaban desnudas desde los cuadros, mientras que muchas otras se movían
rítmicamente al latir de las más variadas posiciones sexuales.
Toda la habitación estaba llena de camas, mientras que de la pared del fondo colgaban
instrumentos fálicos de los más variados tamaños. Ron y Hermione no tuvieron tiempo
para seguir observando la habitación, pues Harry había hecho otro movimiento con la
varita y Malfoy-Hermione se estaba desnudando.
-¡Harry!, ¡Por favor!- dijo Hermione espantada. Pero lo dijo con poca convicción, sin
poder dejar de mirar.
Ron no dijo nada. Harry lo observó de soslayo mientras Hermione-Malfoy terminaba de
desvestirse y afloraban unos grandes pechos, y un monte de Venus apenas salpicado de
vegetación. Ambos miraron a la verdadera Hermione. No imaginaban que tuviera tan buen
cuerpo debajo de esa túnica anodina. Hermione-Malfoy temblaba ligeramente de ira. No
podía sustraerse al maleficio Imperius, y observaba con los ojos llenos de terror a
sus tres verdugos. La mirada perdida de los ojos femeninos, y la boca carnosa un poco
crispada le daban un aspecto sensual.
Harry bajó la varita bruscamente y Hermione-Malfoy cayó de bruces, quedando sostenida
por sus manos y rodillas, a cuatro patas.
-No te llamaremos Hermione porque es un insulto a mi compañera y amiga, ni tampoco
Malfoy pues nos arruinaría la ilusión de lo que estamos a punto de hacer, así que
¿Cómo podríamos llamarte?, ¡Ah!, ya lo sé... Te llamaré “Perrita”. Hoy serás nuestra
perrita, Draco. Te daremos una noche que nunca olvidarás...
Harry hizo un movimiento con la varita, y frunció el ceño. Al parecer controlaría a
Malfoy a un nivel superior.
-Ven aquí “Perrita”- dijo Harry. En el rostro de Hermione-Malfoy hubo una
transformación, bajo la voluntad de Harry tomó una mirada de lascivia y de
perversión. Los ojos se entrecerraron, y con la respiración agitada comenzó a pasarse
la lengua por los labios y las paletas prominentes. Comenzó a moverse a cuatro patas
hacia Harry, girando ocasionalmente para elevar el trasero y enseñarles a los tres su
ano y su vagina casi lampiña. La cabeza de largos cabellos alborotados giró hacia
ellos, y les regaló un guiño de picardía.
La túnica de Harry se inflamó en su entrepierna producto de una brusca erección. A
Ron le ocurrió lo mismo e intentó esconderlo. Harry por el contrario, dejó que
Hermione-Malfoy se acercara y le acariciara la abultada entrepierna. Ron observaba
con los ojos terriblemente abiertos, mientras que Hermione tenía la mirada perdida,
mientras su doble le quitaba la túnica de mago a Harry con sus manos delicadas,
dejando al descubierto un tieso pene juvenil, que latía ocasionalmente con el paso de
la sangre.
Hermione-Malfoy aferró el pene de Harry con dulzura, y lo besó tiernamente en el
glande. Harry sonrió y dijo:
-Vamos a ver si Draco tiene algo que decirnos- dicho lo cual, efectuó un nuevo pase
con la varita. El rostro de Hermione-Malfoy se desfiguró. Sus hermosos cachetes se
pusieron rojos y el pelo ensortijado se alborotaba aún más mientras gritaba.
Únicamente su rostro había recuperado la movilidad, el resto del cuerpo seguía
moviéndose sensualmente, mientras su mano masturbaba lentamente a Harry. Los carnosos
labios de Hermione-Malfoy no paraban de maldecir.
-¡No puedes hacerme esto Potter!, ¡Lo sabrán todos!, ¡Sabrán que hiciste el maleficio
Imperius y terminarás en Azkaban!, ¡No te olvides que yo... Humfff, glubbb...!
Hermione-Malfoy no pudo seguir hablando pues el pene de Harry penetraba profundamente
dentro de su garganta. Harry lo controlaba otra vez y en su rostro, poseído por el
maleficio, se reflejaba nuevamente un inmenso placer.
-Ya basta Harry, por favor...- dijo Hermione. Esta vez su voz temblaba ligeramente,
mientras sus labios se abrían y cerraban lentamente con el ritmo su respiración
acelerada. Su voz estaba completamente despejada de convencimiento, y su mano se
aferraba involuntariamente a su entrepierna.
Hermione-Malfoy seguía chupando ruidosamente el pene de Harry, se ayudaba con las
grandes paletas para morder suavemente la cabeza y luego se tragaba el instrumento
por completo con rítmicos y expertos movimientos. Asombrosamente, la doble de
Hermione poseía las viejas paletas de la chica, como las tenía antes de que Madam
Pomfrey se las achicara. Exceptuando esto, ambas eran idénticas.
Ron tenía la mirada desencajada. No aprobaba lo que estaba sucediendo, pero por otra
parte parecía ser la oportunidad de hacer realidad ciertos pensamientos que ocuparon
su mente en húmedas e interminables noches. Harry pareció adivinar los pensamientos
de su amigo, pues realizó un nuevo movimiento con la varita y Hermione-Malfoy comenzó
a agitar su trasero, invitadoramente, en forma lenta y sensual, sin dejar de
chupetear golosamente el miembro de Harry.
Ron se deshizo rápidamente de su túnica y se colocó detrás de Hermione-Malfoy que
todavía estaba en cuatro patas. Apoyó su miembro hinchado contra la vagina que se
dilataba invitadoramente, y empujó. Rápidamente, su pene fue devorado por la cuevita
caliente y chorreante de Hermione-Malfoy. Ron comenzó a moverse ritmicamente
asombrado y febril.
-¿Tu hiciste eso Harry?. ¿Tu la obligaste a dilatarse y a lubricarse?- preguntó Ron,
sin dejar de moverse.
-No Ron, yo no lo hice. Pero no olvides que éste es un cuerpo de mujer. Debería
comportarse como tal.
Lo interrumpió un profundo gemido de placer, proferido por Hermione-Malfoy. El sonido
se oyó ahogado por el miembro de Harry.
-¡Hey Ron! –dijo Harry sorprendido. -¡Parece que lo estás haciendo bien!.
Ron seguía bombeando con fuerza, cada vez más profunda y ruidosamente. Sus piernas
golpeaban contra los glúteos perfectos y firmes de Hermione, mientras que los grandes
pechos de esta se bamboleaban hacia delante y hacia atrás.
Hermione-Malfoy redobló la furia de sus chupadas. Se hicieron más profundas y
violentas, y Harry tomado por sorpresa no pudo evitar la eyaculación. Ayudándose con
las manos, Hermione frotó el pene de Harry en cada rítmico impulso, mientras succiona
fuertemente tragando cada chorro de semen caliente. Harry se tranquilizó un poco,
mientras su miembro se ponía fláccido. Hermione-Malfoy sin embargo no dejaba de
succionar hasta la última gota y tragaba estrepitosamente como si estuviera saciando
una sed de siglos.
-Hey Harry- dijo Ron lentamente. –Mira eso.
Miró en la dirección en la que Ron señalaba, y sus ojos no pudieron creerlo. La
verdadera Hermione había levantado su túnica, se había bajado sus bombachitas color
rosado, y se frotaba furiosamente el clítoris mientras su cara se contorsionaba de
placer.
-Voy a ayudarla Ron, tu no descuides el control Imperius sobre nuestra “Perrita”.
Harry le sacó el pene semi-flaccido de la boca, y se dirigió hacia la cama donde
Hermione se retorcía con sus piernas abiertas. Se acercó despacio, y la desvistió con
lentitud. Harry averiguó entonces porqué no se había percatado de que su amiga tenía
por lo menos 100 de pechos, aunque la veía todos los días. Apenas levantó su túnica,
vio que un corpiño-corset comprimía las grandes tetas de Hermione. Comenzó a
desabrocharlo, mientras los gritos de placer de Hermione-Malfoy llenaban la
habitación multipropósito, cuando llegaba al orgasmo una y otra vez.
Ron hacía cada tanto un movimiento sostenido de varita, gritando “¡Orgiasticus!”. Eso
parecía mantener y prolongar los orgasmos de Hermione-Malfoy. Mantuvo uno durante
diez interminables minutos, dando latigazos de placer con su varita, mientras el
cuerpo perfectamente proporcionado que estaba penetrando se estremecía una y otra
vez. Hermione-Malfoy estaba enloquecida. Gritaba, se pasaba la lengua por los labios,
se estrujaba los pechos con las manos...
Otro gritito proferido con la misma voz, provino desde el lugar en donde se
encontraba Harry. Ya había liberado las tetas de la Hermione verdadera, que se mecían
y pendulaban mientras Harry le daba largos y profundos besos a los pezones
enrojecidos y erectos. Con su mano jugueteaba lentamente en la vagina cada vez más
lubricada, alternando los besos en los pechos con profundos y húmedos besos de
lengua, a los que Hermione respondía con deleite.
El miembro de Harry comenzó a endurecerse otra vez, y se enderezó rápidamente. En los
ojos de Hermione cruzó una fugaz nota de picardía y agachándose un poco, le dio dos o
tres profundas chupadas para lubricarlo y se lo colocó entre los enormes pechos.
Harry se paró, mientras su amiga continuaba sentada en la cama masajeándole el
miembro con sus pechos húmedos de su propia saliva. El glande se asomaba una y otra
vez por entre los tiernos senos, y cuando la cabeza del pene de Harry golpeaba el
mentón de Hermione, ésta sacaba su lengua y le brindaba unos hábiles lengüetazos.
-¡Quiero tu leche Ron!- gritó entonces Hermione-Malfoy. Seguía a cuatro patas, pero
su espalda se arqueaba como la de una serpiente, mientras empujaba con fuerza para
que ni un centímetro del pene de Ron quedase fuera de su ardiente vagina.
-No te pases Ron- le dijo Harry. –Queremos que siga vivo después de esto.
-¡Te juro que yo no lo obligué a moverse, ni a decir nada!, ¡Hace cinco minutos que
perdí el control del maleficio Imperius!
-¡Llename la concha de leche caliente, Ron!, ¡Soy Hermione la puta!. ¡Soy una puta y
merezco ser cogida y penetrada por ustedes! –gritaba Hermione-Malfoy.
Harry se cohibió un poco. No quería que se le faltara el respeto a Hermione, pero el
no estaba controlándola en ese momento, debía de ser Ron. Últimamente no se estaban
llevando bien.
-¡SOY UNA PUUUTTAAA!
Los alaridos de Hermione-Malfoy llenaban el ambiente.
-¡Ya basta Ron!- dijo Harry.
-¡Te juro que no estoy haciendo nada!- replicó Ron desesperado. -¡Ya cállate puta!-
le gritó a Hermione-Malfoy mientras golpeaba fuertemente sus nalgas.
-¡SI, SOY UNA PUTA!, ¡CACHETEÁ A LA MALA DE HERMIONE!
Un último orgasmo apocalíptico recorrió el cuerpo de Hermione-Malfoy, los músculos
vaginales se contraían estrujando el pene de Ron. Esto lo excitó tanto que bombeó su
semen hirviente dentro su vagina, mientras ambos gritaban de placer.
Por otra parte, los gritos obscenos de Hermione-Malfoy no ofendieron a la verdadera
hechicera, que parecía por esos momentos querer corroborar lo que su doble gritaba
hacía unos instantes. Había casi arrojado de espaldas a Harry sobre la cama, y
devoraba su miembro con movimientos expertos. Una vez lo tuvo bien duro, se sentó con
fuerza sobre el mago adolescente, una y otra vez. Cada vez que se sentaba, sus pechos
saltaban, y Harry sentía como los jugos de Hermione lo empapaban.
-Parece que no fue Búlgaro lo único que aprendiste de Viktor...- susurró Harry.
Hermione se sonrojó pero no se detuvo, y continuó con sus saltos desbocados.
Ron estaba exhausto en un rincón, y por un instante, Harry se preguntó donde estaría
Hermione-Malfoy. No llegó a preguntárselo, que la vio encaramarse por detrás de la
verdadera Hermione, masajándo sus pechos, y frotando los propios en la espalda de la
chica.
La escena lésbica fue mucho más de lo que Harry imaginó que sucedería. Se preguntó si
el aire de la habitación no tendría algún tipo de afrodisíaco, puesto que ya a estas
alturas, ninguno de ellos parecía estar en sus cabales. Decidió no preguntarse
tonterías, y dedicarse a disfrutarlo. Agarró el trasero de Hermione con ambas manos,
mientras Hermione-Malfoy comenzaba a chupetear los inmensos pechos de la chica,
alternando los chupeteos, ofreciendo a chupar a Hermione sus pechos duplicados.
Ron se incorporó, y al ver como las dos Hermiones se besuqueaban los pechos, dándose
profundos besos de lengua de tanto en tanto, recuperó la erección de inmediato.
Se acercó nuevamente a Hermione-Malfoy, la puso en posición y...
-Un momento Ron, es mi turno- dijo Harry.
Se separó de Hermione, y se incorporó de pie en la cama. Las cabezas de las dos
Hermiones se encontraban a la altura del pene de Harry, y comenzaron a chuparlo a
dúo. Hacían un nido húmedo con sus dos bocas y lenguas, que se rozaban al chupar el
miembro cada vez mas duro de Harry. Las dejó hacer un rato, mientras Ron lo miraba
expectante.
La verdadera Hermione se separó de Harry, dejando a Hermione-Malfoy otra vez prendida
con la boca al pene de Harry como si la vida se le fuera en eso. Se dirigió hacia
donde estaba Ron y le dijo.
-Siempre quise hacer esto. Cada vez que peleábamos, te imaginaba poseyéndome, Ron.
Ron tragó saliva, y se puso aún más colorado (si eso era posible), mientras la cabeza
de Hermione bajaba lentamente y comenzaba a lengüetear su pene.
Harry había colocado otra vez en cuatro patas a Hermione-Malfoy, que se agitaba
nerviosa como una verdadera perrita en celo.
-Ahora voy a darte algo más. Esta vez dolerá un poco, pero te vas a acostumbrar- dijo
Harry. –Levantá un poco más la colita “Perrita”.
Hermione-Malfoy levantó su trasero, ofreciendo su ano rosado y pequeño.
-Ron exploró el otro agujero, así que es justo que a mi me corresponda este. Pero
esto no sería una venganza sin un poco de dolor, así que vamos a hacerlo más
interesante...
Las palabras de Harry llamaron la atención de las dos Hermiones. La verdadera se giró
para observarlos, y ambas Hermiones quedaron cara a cara.
-Harry... cuidado- dijo Hermione. –Ese es territorio inexplorado aún...
Ron se encontraba detrás de la verdadera Hermione, y se estremeció al oírla decir
eso, mientras que Harry estaba colocado detrás de la falsa con una sonrisa enigmática.
Harry levantó la varita y gritó: -¡Enlargius!. Ron lo miró extrañado, pero la
Hermione verdadera (que conocía al parecer absolutamente todos los hechizos del
mundo), sonrió y se sonrojó un poco.
Hermione-Malfoy tenía los ojos cerrados, y una expresión expectante en la cara, de
manera que no podía ver lo que sucedía a sus espaldas. Sin embargo, Ron y Hermione
que ya habían comenzado a moverse al ritmo del sexo, no apartaron sus ojos de la
pareja que tenían enfrente.
Bajo el efecto del hechizo, el miembro de Harry comenzó a crecer y a engrosarse,
llegando a alcanzar un largo que sobrepasaba los treinta centímetros. Mientras
masajeaba su monstruoso pene, con la otra mano comenzó a frotar la vagina de la falsa
Hermione, que chorreaba y latía, roja e hinchada. Con sus jugos embadurnó el ano que
se dilataba invitadoramente.
Apoyó la gran cabeza en la entrada de la estrecha abertura y empujó.
El rostro de Hermione-Malfoy se contorsionó en una mueca de dolor y placer, sus ojos
se abrieron como platos, mientras profería un alarido incontenible. El pene de Harry
desfloraba el ano ahora enrojecido y palpitante, mientras se abría paso con
dificultad en los estrujones de los esfínteres de la chica. Ella se mordía el labio
inferior, mientras algunas lágrimas escapaban de sus ojos, pero poco a poco, los
gemidos se convertían en profundos suspiros, y el cuerpo inmóvil hacía unos instantes
comenzaba a moverse para acompañar los poderosos envites del miembro que recorría su
culo.
Hermione le hizo una seña a Ron, que sacó su pene empapado de la cueva de la chica, y
lo introdujo casi sin esfuerzo en su ano. Ron miraba pasmado como su miembro entraba
y salía una y otra vez, y los gemidos de dos Hermiones perdiendo su virginidad anal a
la vez, amenazaban con obligarlo a correrse de inmediato. Sin embargo se controló, y
al mirar hacia delante, observó como las dos chicas comenzaban a darse profundos
besos de lengua.
La verdadera Hermione se introducía dos dedos en la vagina, masajeándo su clítoris
ocasionalmente. Aunque la falsa, parecía no tener suficiente. Había manoteado uno de
los instrumentos fálicos que colgaban en las paredes (una réplica de gran tamaño), y
se lo introducía con violencia en la vagina, mientras Harry no dejaba de bombear por
detrás con su miembro mágicamente aumentado.
Los gigantescos pechos de las Hermiones se movían rítmicamente, y eran masajeados por
detrás por ambos chicos, los gemidos de los cuatro se entremezclaban en el aire,
esparciendo las notas de una orgía sinfónica.
Alcanzaron el orgasmo al unísono. Ron se introdujo con violencia en el ano de
Hermione, mientras la chica se penetraba profundamente con sus dedos. Harry hizo
desaparecer por completo el enorme miembro dentro del culo de Hermione-Malfoy, lo que
la excitó tanto, que empujó el consolador hasta el fondo de su vagina.
Un grito sostenido surgió de las cuatro gargantas, y los rectos de ambas chicas
fueron inundados de semen, mientras sus propios jugos no paraban de escurrirse por
sus piernas.
Descansaron unos minutos y se levantaron. La hora estaba a punto de cumplirse, así
que Harry retiró su pene del ano aún latiente de Hermione-Malfoy, y comenzó a vestirse.
Todos se incorporaron, excepto la falsa Hermione, que se estremecía de placer, sin
dejar de introducirse el consolador. Le quitaron el instrumento y entre los tres le
colocaron su antigua túnica, y esperaron a que pase el efecto de la poción multijugos.
Lentamente, el rostro de Hermione desapareció, junto con los pechos y el largo
cabello, y unos segundos más tarde Draco Malfoy había recuperado su forma original.
Se incorporó en la cama, pero al sentarse profirió un leve quejido de dolor. Se
levantó con esfuerzo, y se dirigió rengueando hacia la puerta sin proferir palabra.
Les dirigió una última mirada. En su rostro no podía adivinarse ningún tipo de
emoción. Miró uno a uno a Harry que ya se encontraba vestido, y poseía un
indisimulable bulto entre sus piernas; y a Ron y Hermione que aún estaba desnudos.
Ron demostraba con su desnudez que los Weasley eran totalmente pelirrojos, mientras
que Hermione cerraba las piernas para impedir que el semen de Ron continuara
resbalando desde su ano hasta el suelo.
Dio media vuelta y salió de la habitación atropelladamente.
Hermione miró a sus amigos con expresión preocupada.
-¿Crees que nos delatará Harry?- preguntó.
La pregunta de Harry la descolocó.
-¿Cuántas dosis de poción multijugo habías preparado, Hermione?
-Preparé un caldero completo, y llené las dos botellas de cerveza de manteca que
están sobre aquella mesa.
-¡Las botellas!- gritó Ron.
-¿Qué pasa con las botellas?- preguntó Hermione.
-¡Han desaparecido!.
Al otro día, mientras que se hallaban en la sala común, charlaban en voz baja,
observando a la mesa de Slytherin.
-Parece que Malfoy no nos delató- dijo Harry.
-Y también parece que aún tiene dificultades para sentarse- dijo Ron con sorna.
Hermione se rió con una corta carcajada y sus pechos se bambolearon al ritmo de la
risa. Había decidido no volver a usar el corset, y todos los varones de la mesa de
Gryffindor tenían dificultades para esquivar la mirada, y meterse la comida en la boca.
-Bueno, él no es el único que se llevó un souvenir de ésta aventura. Aún no he
logrado que vuelva a su tamaño normal.- dijo Harry apesadumbrado.
-No importa- dijo Hermione. –Un rumor más que engrosará la leyenda del gran Harry
Potter, ¿o porqué no Harry “El Dotado” Potter?
-Ya basta Hermione- dijo Harry.
-No te enojes- replicó Hermione. –Sabes que soy tu amiga y no lo digo con mala intención.
Tomó las manos de Harry entre las suyas y las estrechó. Harry sonrió un poco, y se
dio cuenta que su amiga le había pasado un papel durante el apretón.
Lo leyó rápidamente: “Esta noche. Misma hora, mismo lugar”
-He invitado a Cho. Tiene mucho interés en comprobar tus nuevas “aptitudes”- susurró
Hermione.
Harry levantó la mirada, y vio que Hermione le estaba haciendo un guiño. Con el
rabillo del ojo vio como Cho Chang le hacía una caída de párpados desde la mesa de
Ravenclaw.
Una mano recorrió fugazmente su entrepierna, que comenzó a abultarse y abultarse,
Harry temió que nunca parara de crecer...
😒 😒
llegan a limites insospechados...en serio, vos naciste asi de boludo o hiciste un curso???
...de verdad, lo criticaria, pero no se por donde
empezar... 😢 😢 😢 😢 😢 😢 😢 😢 😢 😢 😢 😢 😢 😢
😢 😢 😢 😢 😢 😢 😢 😢....y eso que ni me gusta harry potter
loko...pero igual 😢
Pero anda a cagar,
pelotudo. 😢 😢 😢 😢 😢 😢 😢 😢 😢 😢 😢 😢 😢 😢 :
cry: 😢 😢 😢 deprimente