Sexy Hermione Novels & Stories

The sweet scent of her arousal filtered up to my nose like nectar. I slid my tongue into her sweet mouth, making her shiver. Soft moans escaped her throat as if she wanted me to dominate the kiss now. I didn’t hold back! I didn’t care if this was her family's home and anyone could walk into the room. Cupping her ass, I molded her body against mine. My tongue swirled against hers and I deepened the kiss to a new level. She was my drug, my food, my oxygen, my nectar, and I needed nothing more. A throat cleared outside the room, and I released her reluctantly. “Princess Hermione, can I come inside with your medicines? Luna Helena has sent them for you.”

He smirked and continued "I'm sure you've heard lots of stories about me and now you want nothing more than being with me don't you?" "Listen" he said when she didn't respond "I don't usually have any sexual contact with any of my workers but if you want it so desperately then I guess I can make an exception" Bryce inched his face closer to her and sniffed the tendrils of her blonde hair. It smelt like a mixture of lavender and chamomile. He guessed that it was the smell of her hair shampoo. Hera felt cold chills run all over her body at the slight contact of his face on hers.

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

But all I felt was this goddamn ache. Beautiful? Beautiful wasn’t even the right word. She looked ethereal. Haunting. The kind of sight that would fuck with a man’s head for days, weeks, or years. And it was driving me insane. Because for all the shit I’d said… all the cold words, the warnings, the restraint—there was no denying it now. I wanted her. I wanted her in ways that had nothing to do with logic or control or professionalism. And seeing her like this—untouchable, dressed like she belonged to someone else—made something dark coil low in my stomach.

Actually, her hands are already on my stomach, pinching me so tightly. "You told me you'll slow down!!" She shouted, it was almost a cry. "Which I did! This is my slowest ride I've ever had in my entire existence, witch! If you don't want to ride then just use a broom! You are a witch, remember?" I shouted. I can feel her grabbed my hair and pulled it mediocrely. "Ya! Now you're insecure about my hair! You really are a witch!" I said and sped up. I felt her burying her head on my back. Haha, what a scaredy-cat.

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.

(She has all my attention) I joined that application for a reason; my friend Harper. He got it for me, even swore to me that I wouldn't regret it, especially when there's one of the girls who are in the top 1, according to him, she earned it not because of her sweet voice but because of the brilliance, sensuality, and imagination she has for the clients. The domination of making men submissive is one of her attributes, that's what caught my attention, and I didn't hesitate to check it out. Although not everything is perfect, since yesterday, she drove me crazy by simply cutting me off in the middle of a good conversation. She left me hot, and that doesn't go away just like that! The worst pa

The lady was wearing skinny jeans and an oversized shirt this time around. I looked around and sniffed. There were too many scents. I could not find that masculine cologne I knew Ken to always wear. There was more of this lady’s scent and cooked food. I tried my best to concentrate harder, just the same way Hector taught me. It was still difficult, especially when my heart was beating too fast. “Hermione! Watch out.” Derrick shouted. I heard something swing and if I did not react within that split second, my brain would’ve been displaced.

“Nothing, nothing… It’s just that, well, if someone is wearing a dress in a size large, then they probably shouldn’t be wearing something so… form fitting. No one wants to see fat stomach rolls.” I felt my throat close, and my eyes began to well up with tears. Sabrina’s words stung. “Just get the dress,” Fiona ordered. “It’s not up to you. And besides… Greek goddesses all had tummy rolls. Haven’t you seen statues of Aphrodite?” Sabrina just laughed disdainfully. A few moments later, I saw Fiona’s face poke through the curtain. “Here,” she whispered, offering me a gentle smile as she held the dress out for me. “You’re gonna look even sexier than Aphrodite.”

She has always been obsessed with long hair in men which she found sexy and this man happened to be exactly that. His smiling hazel eyes looked into her own sleepy ones. The smile on his face broaden as he watched her watch him. He couldn't help but blatter out, " I am sexy right? Cant take your eyes of me?" Rumeysa felt the irritation in her raise the moment she heard his narcissistic voice self praise. "Mmh. Preposterous, who said you are sexy! Am way sexier than you would ever be! She retorted ." It was after she finished her statement that she realized what she just said. Ya Allah. I hope he didn't notice the little slip I just made.