The chill of the dungeon clung to his robes, but the heat in his black eyes was a blazing inferno. He watched her from the shadows, the bushy-haired know-it-all whose bright mind had captivated him in a way that twisted his guts into knots. She was a siren of logic, but his desire was pure chaos.

Tonight, she came to him willingly; the final pat of homework an excuse. Her student robes fell away as he pinned her against the cold stone wall, his bony hands gripping her soft thighs. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?” he rasped, hiss bitter. “About to get that sweet pussy stuffed.”

Hermione‘s breath hitched, her panties already soaked silk. "Get me wet," she whispered against his ear, taunting him. He shoved her down, spreading her legs apart. His greasy black hair snaked down as he buried his face between her thighs, tonguing her slick clit with a hunger. “Mm, taste that honey,” he muttered, his fingers diving into her wet hole, stretching her.

Her moans were liquid cries, finger-deep notes of surrender. He rose, shoving his cock past her lips. “Suck it like a good girl.” She gagged on his thick, engorged length, her fingers clawing at his thigh. Her eyes locked on his while she took him deep, her throat a slick sleeve.

Professor turned savage, he spun her around, lifting her slick, arching back. He plunged his throbbing meat into her dripping cunt from behind, the slap of skin echoing. “Take that cock… feel my curse,” he