Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Is Hermione's Master Novels & Stories

Sge was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and her pheromone played golf with his sense of reasoning. He brought her back to his castle abd turned her into not only his personal servant, but his sex slave. He made sure she satisfied him in bed whenever he wanted, however and wherever. She served him like she was a maid. Even when he noticed himself falling in love with her, he did not want to believe and he treated her even more poorly to prove to himself that he didn't love her, but all of that failed, because as the days went by, he only fell harder for her.

He nodded frantically as if he had gone mad, and Luna Cruz could barely catch his tongue. "Can I lick you?" When desire takes over, a man is essentially a dog in heat. Danny reflexively swallowed hard, trying to control his gaze in front of Luna, but he still couldn't hide the eager look of a puppy. "Sure." She knelt on top of him, gently pushing forward with her hands, causing Danny's upper body to fall backward to the bed. The rapid change in perspective momentarily made him dizzy, but he still managed to ask, "Master, are you going to sit on my face?"

I said. They hesitated. “Alpha didn’t,” “*I did,*” I snapped. “Want to question me again?” They exchanged wary glances, then unlocked the gate and stepped aside, their obedience silent but reluctant. The door creaked open, the sound grating against the quiet. Hermoine was curled on the floor in a crumpled heap, her once-proud posture broken. Her hair was tangled, her dress wrinkled and stained from days in the filth, her face pale with frustration and bitterness. But her eyes,*her eyes still burned.*

But thinking about it, what else should she expect? After all, it was not like she accepted the job without knowing its true nature. 'My master is a boy witch, after all.' Abby told herself as though reminding herself that one know fact would normalize everything that she found out of ordinary around her.

Of course he did, I lowered my eyes to my lap so they wouldn’t see the hatred flicker briefly across my face, hatred itself was dangerous, the Mothers said bitterness poisoned a woman’s spirit, but lately I felt poisoned already. Two months ago, the Master summoned me to his private study after evening prayer. I still remembered every detail, the smell of incense, the heavy silence, the guards outside the door and him, Gabriel Vane. The man everyone worshipped like a prophet, he was old enough to be my grandfather, perhaps older, no one actually knew his real age because nobody dared ask questions about the Master, but whispers among the older women claimed he was already in his sixties, his

If her mother isn't by her side, she immediately turns into an arrogant little devil. "Once again, please forgive me, Young Master," said the maid kneeling in front of him. "I will bring you a new dish, Young Master," he continued in a voice trembling with fear. It's not that the little boy has superpowers to make him afraid, but the father of the child is the ruler of this country, it's clear that the servant is afraid because he has annoyed his child.

“Master, it turns out that you are in the field. I happened to be looking for you! I’ll go over now!” After hanging up the phone, Sienna saw that Harry hadn’t left yet. So, she could not help but ask, “Master Harry, are you not leaving yet? Do you want me to buy you a meal?” Harry readily accepted her offer and said, “What if I do?” “I’ll owe you a meal, then.” Sienna blinked and said innocently, “I can consider buying you a meal when I am free.” “Is that a promise?” “Yes.” “Okay.” Harry let out a low laugh and said, “I’ll be waiting, then.”

That as long as we hide our ears and tails, we too can walk with the humans. “I am no normal wolf!” I howled aloud. “What do you mean?” The boy asked, but I refused to answer. The older vampire got up, and went to the door. “I’ll let you two get acquainted.” As he left the room, the boy's smile faded. “Listen here Lyra! I am your master! You will do what I say or you will be punished.” Fear sprang up in my body as I heard him speak. I felt my stomach sink, and I whined. I ended up peeing myself.

I crouch at my Master's feet, submissive as he wishes. Something kisses my aching sex, and I shudder. I gave myself to him long ago. And he gave Michael to me. And now Richard too. It's a heady mix. From above me; a silken rustle; my hair is brushed to one side. But I am not invited to move. No assisting hand raises me to my feet. I wait... The rustle of fabric and the creak of his shoes as my Master shifts on his feet... The scent of new leather and the tang of polish...

The horses of the others stopped, near the sharp cliffs, and bowing as if at the sight of a frightful monster they raised their front legs and turned back, these beasts had a sense of their own that scared to death like moon dogs, this meadow was something cursed and you could tell in advance that you could die like a dog. Of the ten young men, only two sacrificed their swords for their masters, and Dixon at the age of seventeen armed himself with a very large bow with which he could crush armor, iron heads like blades protruding like sharp thorns that served wonderfully. the master in distress, a quiver caught in the saddle of the saddle gave him enough security to gallop the archer, and at