Having apparated with Hermione to the shores of the Mediterranean Sea, we immediately felt the gentle coolness in the air and the restless motion of the water. The waves were unusually large today. Whitecaps formed far offshore, and where the coast was rocky, the waves crashed against the stone with a thunderous roar.
Hermione seemed lost in thought.
"How are you feeling, Hermione?" I asked.
"You know, Timothy," she began, "I once dreamed of becoming a strong and worthy witch, of having a wonderful life, a great boyfriend, and the respect of others. But I never imagined that my boyfriend would be seeing several other girls at the same time—and that I wouldn't mind. I never imagined he'd be one of the most powerful wizards alive. And it certainly never crossed my mind that he'd become an Emperor. It's amazing how life twists and turns."
"You forgot to mention," I told her, "that even at your age, you've already become a strong, respected, and well-known witch. Many wizards never reach the level of magical understanding that you have."
"I know," she exhaled softly. "But much of that is thanks to you, Teacher."
"Aren't you cold?" I asked.
"It could be warmer," she admitted.
Pulling her close, I let apparition carry us to one of the small residences prepared for our continued private celebration. We appeared in a hallway, where I finally let her go—though it was clear she didn't really want to let me.
"Come on," I said.
Lifting her in my arms, I carried her toward the bedroom. Along the way, Hermione paused, then shyly reached up for a kiss. I responded immediately—it was exactly what I wanted too. Holding her close, I kissed her as I carried her into the spacious bedroom. There, I gently set her down on the bed, nudging her back slightly as our lips remained locked.
With a single spell, water began to pour into the large bath. Hermione smiled and finally let me go.
I headed into the bathroom, stripped off all my clothes, and sank into the hot water, waiting for her. She didn't keep me waiting long. With my eyes closed, I heard the door open and then the soft sound of her steps approaching. Cracking one eye open, I couldn't stop myself from admiring her body.
Her breasts weren't large, but that didn't bother me in the slightest. I loved her perfectly shaped figure—it looked so natural, so harmonious. Blushing under my gaze, she kept walking, covering herself a little with her hands before stepping into the bath and lowering herself onto my lap.
My cock was already hard, ready for whatever came next. Pulling her close against me, I let my hands wander across her body. One slipped down to her pussy, while the other teased her breasts. At the same time, I trailed kisses along her lovely neck.
It didn't take long before she began to respond just the way I wanted. Lifting her slightly, I turned her and set her on her knees, her hands resting on the edge of the tub. She arched her back, looking at me with eyes full of desire and the first sparks of lust.
Running my hand along her pussy, I played with her lips and her clit. Hermione breathed in short, sharp gasps, clearly waiting for more. Pulling back just a little, I pressed the tip of my cock against her and slid it along. Hermione drew a deep breath and exhaled, expecting me to enter her right then—but I didn't.
"Are you ready, my dear?" I asked.
"Yes," she breathed. "I'm ready."
A few spells I had cast on her were meant to remove any pain that might appear, transforming it into light pleasure instead. Pressing my cock to her entrance, I began to push forward slowly.
From time to time I paused, letting her get used to the feel of me inside her pussy. Then I continued moving until I finally reached the barrier. Her virginity was waiting for me.
Leaning forward, I grabbed her hips and thrust hard, driving myself in all the way.
"Ah–ahh!" Hermione gasped. I froze, letting her adjust to the size of my cock and to the fact that instead of pain, she was feeling something entirely different—pleasure.
"Now I'm a woman…" she whispered.
I chuckled at that and continued to enjoy the tightness of her pussy. The water around us tinted faintly red with blood, but it quickly faded. Magic and simple water work wonders.
"How are you?" I asked.
"I'm fine," Hermione smiled. "I've never felt so full… so complete. It's like your cock was always meant to be inside me."
"Then I'll start moving," I said calmly.
I began to pull out slowly. Once I had withdrawn completely, I glanced at the last traces of blood. With one healing spell, any tiny tears inside her vanished.
Then I slid back into her pussy, pushing forward steadily. Her walls gripped me tightly, but the friction was smooth, pleasant—Hermione was far too aroused for it to be otherwise. Her juices had long since mixed with the bathwater.
I moved inside her gently, slowly. With every thrust she felt more and more pleasure. And, of course, being so inexperienced, she reached her climax very quickly. In an instant her pussy clenched around my cock with surprising strength, her body tensing and then sinking slightly.
"Mmmh–" she moaned, her voice trembling as she started to relax.
But for me, this was far from the end. I hadn't even truly warmed up yet. Resuming my pace, I kept enjoying her perfect, supple, and at the same time yielding pussy. Her firm young body craved affection… and I gave it freely.
"Oh, the girls were right," Hermione murmured. "This is the most amazing feeling I've ever had in my life. I can't wait until you fill me with your hot, liquid seed."
"Well, well… someone likes to talk," I teased.
Hermione blushed deeply, red as a ripe tomato.
"Those girls aren't teaching you good manners… but I like it," I smirked.
I sped up my rhythm. It still wasn't the fastest pace, but it was more than enough to drive Hermione wild with pleasure.
"Now…" I groaned, plunging all the way in and letting the wave of orgasm crash over me, spilling everything deep inside her.
"Oh yes," Hermione moaned as she felt my cum filling her tight pussy. "Oh yesss…"
Slowly pulling out of her, I let Hermione run her hand down, gathering some of the seed. She lifted it to her face, breathed it in, then licked her fingers clean.
Turning around, she sank back into the water, eyeing my still-throbbing cock that was clearly ready to continue. I waited to see what she would do next… and I can say, I wasn't disappointed.
Hermione leaned closer and began to slowly lick me. I stayed silent, watching with great interest to see what she would do next. She sucked lightly on my cock, mostly teasing with her hand. Of course, I couldn't possibly deny her the chance to draw another orgasm from me.
When she realized I was about to come, she sped up her hand and lifted her face, mouth open in anticipation.
"I'm coming," I told her.
My cum spurted across her face and breasts. Some of it landed in her mouth, forcing her to swallow—but she didn't hesitate at all. Right after, she quickly got up and ran to the mirror, staring at herself with fascination.
"Ah, if only I had a camera, I'd take so many pictures for Isolde and Fleur," Hermione said. Then, almost with religious devotion, she started gathering it all up and licking it clean.
Honestly, that sight only aroused me more. So I stepped out of the bath, came up behind Hermione, bent her over, and lifted one of her legs. Thanks to her perfect physical shape, she was wonderfully flexible.
Without much thought, I slid back into her. This time there was no slow teasing—this time I wanted to fully enjoy her body, her moans, her cries of desire.
My thrusts were bold and rough. Hermione hadn't expected that and came very quickly. I didn't keep her waiting, and as she climaxed, I began filling her with my cum again.
"We have the whole night ahead of us," I told her.
"I'm glad," she answered breathlessly. "I've been waiting for this for so long."