Hermione Harry Ao3 Novels & Stories

But the only problem was, would I stay sane until then? With my heightened senses feeling every move of hers, I would go crazy if I had to remain locked up with her here for ten days. ‘She’s cooking for us!’ Freyr mind-linked with me, inhaling the aroma of some freshly made sauce. The aroma was heavenly indeed, but who needed food when I was dying to devour her instead? I closed the laptop and got up to check her out. It was useless trying to work when all I could think of was Hermione. Images of Hermione cooking for me clad in nothing but a red bikini made me lose my sanity. I had to check her out. Was she really cooking for me, wearing a bikini?

I have to keep reminding myself that we’re in a room with others and forcing myself to focus. Hera, on the other hand, wants to figure out how Aolis is making it feel like he’s touching us in our consciousness, so while I try to focus on reading the huge book in front of me, she begins practicing ways to try rubbing herself against Aolis. I know when she finally gets it as he jerks, looking up at me. She begins purring in our shared consciousness, proud of herself and continuing to rub herself on Aolis as if she’s scenting him. He chuckles softly and in our mind he begins stroking Hera’s fur, turning her into a puddle of mush at his attention.

"Do you want me to snatch those words out of the air and stuff them back into my mouth?" "No! I can almost feel my heart pounding as I plead with you, begging you not to do it." He abruptly sliced her words and then passionately pressed his lips against hers again. As he gazed upon Hermione, he couldn't help but see the striking resemblance to Artemis. It was as if she had channeled Artemis herself. And at that moment, Hermione felt a sense of contentment wash over her, believing that her emulation of Artemis would bring her lasting happiness. Their lips parted, leaving a lingering warmth and a faint taste of each other's breath. "Can you feel the warmth of happiness radiating through your e

They were coming out in short pants, and his eyes were completely black. "I am trying as much as possible to control myself before I do something regrettable, so don’t tempt me. Do not forget that I am an Alpha wolf, mate, and I won’t tolerate any disrespect, not even from my mate. So I will advise you to change your tone." I grew still as I heard that cold, low voice. It was Hermes speaking, and I had to tread carefully. I went and sat down on the bed, trying to calm myself down. Then I heard a soft voice saysay, "What is your relationship with Harry? Don’t think I haven’t noticed you guys. You leave home to work and come back together. Is anything going on between you two?"

“You were at the auditorium weren't you? And the last time I checked even the fetus in this Great Fortress remembers Tau Upsilon Rex who addressed us all and told us of Jaylen's identity. You heifer!" Standing up in a hurry, Hermione made an attempt to pull a fast one at Ron but he was quick to move further away from her causing her to hit her arm against the hard wooden table. "Fuck!" Hermione cussed angrily as she stared at her wounded arm. "I am going to snuff life out of you, Ron! Just watch and see." She bickered. "Calm your nerves. Why are you always so hot headed?" Lorelei inquired. She looked tired.

This man's hair was made of silk, I'm convinced. "N-Name," he whispered. "Your name." "Well, uh… I'm Soraya. Soraya Quijano—" "accepts you…," he continued. Then he gasped. "Moon Goddess! This human smells so good!" My cheeks heated furiously. I had never received such a compliment. Thanks to the strawberry-smell shampoo and the sweet scent of chamomile tea. "accepts you, S-Star—" "Soraya," I corrected, frowning. "Wait, what is this? Accept to what?"

Harry, who is far more experienced than I am, slides one of his hands to my clit, stroking me in rhythm with every thrust inside me. The feeling of him buried so deep inside me while his fingers caress my most sensitive spot is irresistible. Loud moans spill from my lips as I finally have the orgasm I'd been longing for, my entire body tensing as cries louder than screams escape me. "Well now, it seems my sweet omega enjoyed that very much. Am I wrong?" Harry moves back over my body, continuing with slow but deep thrusts. "Stop... It feels strange..." I complain, squirming beneath him.

We could all smell her sexual arousal. The Queen's eyes were fixed on us, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and sexual desires. Her whispers turned to soft moans, her body swaying unconsciously to the rhythm. The scent of her desire wafted through the air. I could feel the heat emanating from her, trying to draw me in, she was a siren like me, but I was stronger. My men closed in around me, their movements becoming more fluid, more seductive. The Queen's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze burning with a primal longing. I knew in that moment, that she was ours, completely entranced by the raw power of our Mayan Vampiric dance.

Torches burned in iron brackets on the walls, casting dancing shadows that made everything look like a nightmare. And everywhere I looked, there were eyes. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Glowing in the darkness between the pillars. Watching me. "Ah, the half-blood awakens." A voice echoed from somewhere above. I looked up and saw a balcony circling the room. On it stood a woman with silver hair and skin so pale she looked like she had been carved from ice. She was beautiful in the way a frozen lake was beautiful—stunning, but capable of killing you if you stepped wrong.

Arsen hovered, lips brushing, teeth nipping lightly, whispering rough, husky words that made my pulse spike. Time ceased to exist. Breath, laughter, whispers, soft moans—an endless rhythm. I shivered under Nikolai’s lips, burned under Nadei’s teasing hands, grounded in Nial’s deliberate touch, ignited by Arsen’s husky murmurs. Every kiss, every touch, every low whisper became sacred. They worshiped me, claimed me, adored me, made me gasp, shiver, tremble, laugh.