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

"I don't make offers to my slaves, Jon. I tell them what needs to be done and they do it." "Well said, my lord. What would you like for breakfast?" "Eggs and bacon. And a female slave to feed me." "As you wish, my lord.' I ended up eating more of the slave than even the food. There was something suddenly off. I wasn't enjoying the sex anymore. There was less pleasure and all I wanted was to thrust as deep as I could until I came. I just could not take my mind off that slave boy.

Zoey stared at him, and his gaze met hers, the eye contact lasting for barely two seconds before his gaze went back to the laptop screen. “The first Master’s student going to France is Anna Braithe.” Simon said before looking at Zoey. Her heart started to beat really fast as the whole class went quiet. This was Zoey’s moment, and she knew that this was a long time coming. In response to his stare, she smiled at him before his eyes went back to the laptop. He opened his mouth to speak, but it seemed as though the words were stuck in his throat. Everyone was eager to hear what the Professor was going to say.

"Rosey we are no longer in the human world where we have to pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend. So tell me what's with the sweet names?" "I'm sorry master it just came out of my mouth," I said while facing down. He placed one of his fingers on my mouth and said. “Shh, I am not complaining. I really want you to say such sweet words to me more often." He started to run his fingers through my hair as he started to suck and kiss my neck. "Uhhhh," I didn't know when a moan escaped from my lips. "Sorry master." A maid interrupted as she turned to walk away from the scene. It was that same maid again.

The boy looked so much like her Master, Ice Pick. Oh what a dream! Suddenly, a bright light shone on her face, making her jumping out of the bed fearfully. "Seriously? You don't want to stop, do you, Ice Pick?!" She grunted with a frown as she sat on the bed and hissed loudly. "Woah!" A familiar feminine voice exclaimed, "if this is how slaves are being treated, then passing as a trainer won't be a problem for me." That voice...Sophia's eyes went wide open, "Annie is here!" Her subconscious mind screamed, and she turned to see Alice and Annie staring at her.

“Just as you predicted, Sir. The potion had a strong effect on Lady Arabella. According to Dr. Tania… she kissed Master Harry. Multiple times.” Mr. Hans raised an eyebrow, a brief smirk twitching at the corners of his lips. “Good. Progress, at last.” “But,” Jimmy added cautiously, “Master Harry appeared… unaffected by Lady Arabella. He was too composed. Too aware.” Mr. Hans took a slow sip of his tea. “They’re both stubborn,” he muttered. “Even after all my preparations, they still act like two magnets turned the wrong way—refusing to connect.” Jimmy hesitated, then lowered his voice. “You’re aware, of course… their marriage is just a contract?”

She said. "Yes my duty. Actually I was master's student too. But my father is a very greedy person. He wanted to steal master's secret book. That's why one day master disappeared from the Palace and never came back. I am glad to meet with master's student." He said. The prince was master's student? Chenyin asked to herself. She shocked to hear it. She never expected that he would be master Qiang's student. But she was happy to meet master's another student. But she was scared of the king. If the king know that she is master Qiang's student, then he will try to get the book. In the inside of the Palace the king was her fear and at the outside Chenguang and Zhang Wei was her fear. What will sh

You are mine. Then she turned, her steps sharp and unyielding as she disappeared into the dark. The garden was silent again, but my chest still heaved as if I had ran miles. My hands were trembling, but I tried to hide it. Harry looked at me finally for a moment, I thought he might soften, or say something to reassure me, something to break the suffocating tension Headmistress Morwen had left behind. But he didn’t. Instead, he gave me a crooked smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “You see? She can’t touch me.”

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

To be sincere, I was thinking sex. Yup, I am a slut and all I can think of is my master, who is a fictional character drilling his dick into me... in fast fluid movement. Fuck! I want all of my master's dick in me. I wonder how it would feel, would it feel great? Awesome? So freaking good? Ugh, I want him. Is this what master want? Is he trying to get me overly horny again. Or does is just mean I haven't earned the right to get fucked by his dick. Ugh.

"Ron…Harry." "I know, I know, but could you please take a few deep breaths for me? See me with your eyes. That's all. Consider your children, Hermione. They require us immediately. Visualize them in your mind. We must have strength. simply for a small period of time, and then we can both breakdown together. That's it. Take deep breaths, my love. Do you think I'm trustworthy? Hermione slumped limp into my arms the moment I said a spell, to which she could only nod. It was challenging.