Chapter 8: Magic

Magic: the use of means, such as charms or spells, believed to have supernatural power over natural forces.

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Hermione's strength was unexpected as she slammed Draco flat on his back against the platform. Even as she straddled him from above, he yearned to savor her again. He had never tasted anything so gratifying.

She bent to kiss his chest, down his torso, and he silently moaned as she moved lower, the peaks of her breasts sweeping past his arousal. Hermione licked his cock and moved to take him deep into her mouth. His head dropped back, thudding onto the wood platform. His subsequent moan was so loud, it appeared to have cracked through the silencing charm and he was able to hear his voice again.

She pressed her nails into his thighs, taking him in and out past her lips; he knew he wasn't going to last long. Pausing to crawl over him in an almost predatory manner, Hermione mounted his hips and lowered herself onto him. A groan erupted from his lips as the tip of his cock slid into the warmth of her center. He expelled a quick breath of pleasure, not having expected that to happen so soon. It was pure ecstasy. Then, more focused, he moved his hands up her thighs and gripped her hips to pull her down harder onto him.

Hermione moaned loudly, up and into the sky, while the blaze of the fire highlighted the curves of her body making the stars above her appear dull in comparison. The cloaked figures sounded as if they, too, were enjoying Draco within them as well. Her knees pushed against the platform and lifted herself up and onto him, over and over again, letting out gasps of pleasure each time. It was just the same as the couple from before, but instead of the older woman's drooping, floppy breasts, Hermione's were smaller and more full, bobbing in rhythm. He focused on the freckle on the side of her breast, reaching up to caress it, and she pressed his hands against her in approval while she slammed into him harder.

Draco watched her above him, truly believing she was a Goddess, and hoping he could last as long as she wished. He obeyed when she leaned down to pull him forward to sit him up, kissing him as she did. Gripping her arse, Draco cradled her against himself as she positioned her legs tight around his torso and he thrusted harder into her. Grasping his neck to help her ride him, Hermione hummed with pleasure as Draco kissed her lower and took her nipple into his mouth. She rocked her hips against him, willing him to continue.

Her tit slipped out of his mouth when she arched herself backward, and he held her lower back as she stretched her arms out as if to worship the sky. Her hair fell back onto the wooden platform, shimmering in the glow of the fire as he thrusted into her. Gazing at her arching body as he pumped his hips against hers, his climax begging to be unleashed.

"Oh, Draco..."

She flung herself forward to hug him tightly, digging her fingernails into the back of his neck. He groaned at the change in position, thrusting deeper inside of her, while the cult members mimicked him, too. They had begun to sound like a choir of well-orchestrated chanting and wailing, echoing into the night.

Hermione pressed her forehead against his, her hot breath a whisper against his lips. Between her panting, she murmured against his mouth, and he tried to decide who was speaking to him now. "I've always wanted to know what you would be like..."

He closed his eyes and gripped her tighter, wondering if Hermione had really thought that way, and for how long.

"Draco, we're both being used tonight..."

He quickly looked up into her eyes, scanning them to interpret her meaning. It was her.

She gave him a peck on his lips, then reveled, "I can feel her. I can feel you. I can feel everything."

Inwardly, Draco admitted that this was the best he had ever had, possibly because of his longing for Hermione, or possibly because of the Goddess within her. Probably both.

Her legs loosened around him while her knees spread out further and he held her tight, continuing to pump hard and fast into her dripping slit. Under the moans of the echoing cult was the muffled sound of flesh furiously clapping against flesh.

Breasts bouncing rhythmically from his slamming into her, Draco could sense Hermione tightening around his arousal as her body began to stiffen. Her fingers crept up the nape of his neck, threading into and gripping his hair. Then, her head fell back in pleasure; the cult swiftly moaned, repeating her rapture.

Draco's lips parted as her elation swiftly uncoiled, the compression of her center encouraging his release. With one last plummet of his cock, he expelled himself into her with a long, growling hum. The feeling was immense and lasted longer than he had ever remembered. He held her tight, quivering with pleasure as he pulsed more of his release into her.

The chanting figures repeated their sounds over and over, winding down to an eerie silence. Draco clung to her tightly, breathing hard into her neck, not wanting to let go.

But Hermione began to lift her head, her fingertips petting his back softly, her lips against his ear. "Thank you, you were perfect."

Draco had a difficult time concentrating, but he guessed that it was not Hermione speaking to him just then.

There was a breeze that took a way a bit of the heat between them, and caused Hermione's body to relax in his hold. Keeping her head down, she stiffened again a moment later, appearing ashamed when she mumbled into his collarbone, "Draco, I- I don't know what to say..."

He huffed, relieved that she was entirely Hermione again, but found that he too was not sure of what to say. He did not regret it, and hoped she didn't either. They both peeked up at each other shyly, and then turned toward the hooded figures illuminated against the dimming fire.

Casually, the cult began to turn toward one another, nonchalantly chatting softly amongst themselves and mingling as if nothing momentous had just occurred. The two of them looked back at one another, each slightly confused, until a cloaked figure stepped toward them, gently placing their wands onto the wood platform and propping Draco's broom against it. Clasping her hands and bowing, "The Mother Goddess is pleased. She has gifted a part of her unto you. As long as you are true, it can be like this again. You may go now."

Hermione and Draco quickly looked at one another, wondering just what that had meant. Before they knew it, the cult members were releasing the protective enchantments around the area and diffusing the large fire. One at a time, they disappeared into the woods and back out, obtaining brooms now. Then, like a flock of ducks, they all soared across the blood moon, disappearing into the darkness of the night.

As Draco stared up and watched them all leave, Hermione studied him. Sensing her gaze, he loosened the grip he had forgotten he had on her and they moved apart, sitting naked beside each other. Draco cleared his throat. "Granger, I'm sorry, that- I didn't know- but when you touched me, I- I just couldn't-"

She shook her head. "I know. I wanted it though. It's like She gave me the power to open up to you. I… I enjoyed it."

She attempted to fix her tousled hair and leaned to kiss him softly, which he reciprocated with relief. Ignoring the coolness of the night, they opted to lie down next to each other on the platform, still naked, and staring into the stars above, taking it all in.

He reached over to lace his fingers through hers and tilted his head to look at her. "So, next date… you choose."

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I hope you enjoyed this story, it would not have been at any sort of quality if it were not for the determined, and clever beta editing done by HeartOfAspen.