Hermione Harry Ao3 Novels & Stories

It was better this way since I wouldn’t need to seek Nick’s help in going home. After an hour, we reached home, and I walked straight into my uncle’s bedroom to check up on Hermione Averoff! She was the warrior wolf from our enemy pack, the Luceres Pack, and his mate! My uncle had abducted her and held her hostage to teach her twin, Alpha Zephyrus, the leader of the Luceres Pack, a lesson. Despite being the enemy, Hermione or Hera, as she preferred being called, was kind and beautiful. I liked her from the moment I met her.

Unable to hold back any longer, I cry out in loud moans of pleasure as the orgasm I've been longing for finally overtakes me, my entire body tensing while my moans become almost screams. "Well now... It looks like my sweet omega enjoyed that very much. Am I wrong?" Harry asks as he settles over me again, continuing with slow but deep thrusts. "Stop... It feels strange..." I complain, squirming in his arms. My body is still incredibly sensitive after my orgasm, but Harry doesn't seem to have any intention of letting me rest. He keeps moving his hips with the same deep, steady rhythm, pushing himself into me until my mind goes completely blank.

A woman with red-dyed hair, maybe in her thirties, looked around and said slowly, “I checked just now. That body on the floor… That’s Pete.” “No way,” someone shouted back. “Pete’s only in his forties. That corpse looks ancient. The ages don’t match.” The woman sighed. “Do you remember what wish we all made yesterday? ‘No sickness, no pain, die peacefully of old age.’ Pete’s death… that matches the wish. We seriously underestimated this dungeon. Thought we could get clever and skate by. An SSS-level run isn’t a joke.” Messages scrolled across the air like a live chat again.

he whispered gently and then he kissed her passionately while his manhood entered her in a slow and careful motion. “Oh, goodness!” she cried out as she clung to him while her legs as if they have lives of their own, tightly clasped his hips automatically. He plunged into her with gentleness but after determining that she was not having discomfort anymore, he dipped deeper into her and with speed thereafter. Luna Queen Neoma felt as if she was being carried into that kind of delirious state that was giving her an unfamiliar and so pleasurable experience. “Why did you not mark me?” she asked while they already lying side by side already embracing each other after their pleasurable mating.

I lifted her chin so that she was looking at me and said, “You think I have a harem full of mates, don’t you…” Her face flushed redder than a tomato and she said in a flustered voice, “Not that I care… I just wanted to know just in case…” She kept quiet after that. Though I was tempted to tease her more I decided to reply to her honestly. “ I won’t lie to you Aurora. I have slept with many women. Though I never trusted anyone enough to even bring them home.” “Means… no mates…” “No mates… Even this was a mistake.” I said waving my hand between us.

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

I hate it when he’s like this. “Fine. What’s your question?” I say, crossing my arm “Do you have two mates?” Ares asks. My hands instinctively come to soothe my shoulders “What …do you mean?” I stutter Ares stands to his feet “You are a Hybrid Hermione, so perhaps, you have two mates?” He asks slowly “No… yes… I do not have to answer that.” I say, turning away from him. He grabs my arm swiftly and for a second, my breath hitched up.

Either he has no interest in going further, or he is a pure gentleman. This is what I want. And I want more. I pull myself on top of him to the point where I'm straddling his lips. His hands still don't stray, no matter how hard I accelerate the kiss. It's getting heated, until the sound of the door bursting open behind us immediately pulls me away from him, like he's a plague that if I get caught being near, I will get in serious trouble. Turning around, I see Hermione stumble through the door, her hands cupped under her mouth, filled with blood. The sight near makes me throw up, but I compose myself at the sight of blood trailing from her eyes. It makes both me and Shinee jump out of bed i

Why had an act so small in the scheme of things seemed so intrusively intimate? “I suppose you need details of our moles and other distinguishing features in case she asks.” “Right now, I can see enough,” he said, causing her cheeks to burn. “Such a pity you didn’t moan, unlike the pretty miller’s daughter.” Hermione stared at her feet, still puce with embarrassment. Was that because of her bared breasts? “You’re mocking me,” she murmured. “Not at all,” he declared, putting a finger under her chin and raising it. “The face isn’t bad, either.”

Hermione sprawled on top of the lycan, Ruke could not help to relish the softness of her body against him. He was rock-hard and it did nothing to help that she was dangerously close to him. Hermione placed her hands on Ruke's chest and tried to push herself up but he was quick to hold her down with his strong hands. “What do you want?" she whispered, looking into his eyes. Ruke sucked in his breath, cursed himself and grabbed a fist full of her hair in his hands and brought her face down to his own. “What are you doing…" Hermione's words were cut short as Ruke brought his lips to hers with such force and passion that the breath was knocked from her lungs the tiniest gasp escaped from her lip