Lucinda's: Chapter 7

Chapter 7

It was a week and a half before Hermione made the familiar trek through Diagon Alley to Lucinda’s. Although, that didn’t mean she wasn’t still indulging in her voyeuristic tendencies. She’d spent most evenings in the guest room at Shell Cottage, watching Harry absolutely ravage Fleur. Witnessing him manhandle the Veela for hours on end was both arousing and, quite honestly, a little intimidating.

Stepping into the shop, Hermione lowered the hood of her cloak and shook out her hair.

“Hermione,” Lucinda greeted her warmly. “I’ve been hoping you’d stop by.”

“Oh?” Hermione said, approaching the counter.

With a smile and excited gleam in her eyes, the shop owner leaned forward, making her breasts look like they were ready to pop out of her bustier.

“We’re holding a party tomorrow night,” she said. “All of our members are invited.”

Hermione bit her lip in thought. A part of her was excited by the prospect, but…

“I’m not sure I’m ready to let everyone know I’m a member,” she said nervously.

“I thought you’d say that,” Lucinda smiled.

She placed a small mask made of intricately bent golden wire on the counter. It was just big enough to cover the top portion of her face, and given the many holes, it didn’t look like it would do a very good job.

“It’s charmed,” she said at Hermione’s doubtful look. “People will remember what you look like, but they won’t be able to recognize you. You’re not the first person to be nervous about showing their face. And, if you want, I can make sure you get Harry all to yourself.”

“How?” Hermione asked curiously.

“Some of our members volunteer to auction themselves off,” Lucinda said. “I’ll make sure Harry knows our new mystery girl is very interested in his company for the evening.”

“But what if he doesn’t bid?” Hermione asked worriedly.

“He will,” she replied confidently. “But if you decide to back out for any reason, I’ll just refund the cost, and you can leave.”

Hermione played with the mask nervously as a million thoughts ran through her head.

“Can I think about it?” she asked.

“Be here tomorrow night by seven,” Lucinda smiled.

~

Hermione spent the night examining the mask to ensure it worked as Lucinda had said. When she confirmed it did, she spent the rest of her evening agonizing over whether she should go to the party. After a fitful night’s sleep filled with highly erotic dreams, she woke early and pottered around the house to try and distract herself.

She failed miserably.

As Hermione ate a quiet dinner by herself, she finally came to a decision. A few minutes later, she left her house, mask in hand.

She arrived in Diagon Alley a few minutes before seven. When she neared Lucinda’s, she spotted a steady stream of customers entering the front door. Ducking into an alley, she took a deep breath and, with shaking hands, she donned the mask. With one more calming breath that didn’t work, she stepped out of the alley and headed for the shop.

A few people gave her curious but welcoming looks as she entered the store nervously. There were a surprising number of people that Hermione recognized who were attending. She grew nervous when she spotted Ginny and Colin, but their eyes passed over her without a hint of recognition. Despite that, she shied away from them and tucked herself in a dark corner of the room.

“I knew you’d come,” Lucinda said, startling Hermione when she appeared suddenly.

“That makes one of us,” she replied with a nervous smile.

“Come on,” Lucinda said, swinging an arm around her shoulders.

Gently, she led Hermione through the doors to the back rooms. Her mouth fell open in awe when she saw the change. The long hallway full of doors was completely gone. In its place was a single massive, circular room. The carpet was a deep red, as were the gauzy decorative curtains hanging from the ceiling. A dozen king-size four-poster beds sat at intervals around the edge of the room. Between each of the beds was a wooden door with a sconce perched next to it. Closer to the center sat six luxurious couches in a ring, facing inward, and a large pile of fluffy pillows sat in the very middle of the room.

The whole room was lit by fancy chandeliers and candles floating high above their heads. As Hermione gazed around in wonder, the other members entered and gathered around Lucinda, who stood in the center of the room.

“Welcome, everyone,” she said, smiling warmly. “Before we get started tonight, I have just a couple of surprises. First, we have a new member. She’s a bit shy, but she’s volunteered to be auctioned off to the highest bidder.”

She raised her hand and waved Hermione over. Nervously, she slipped through the crowd. They applauded politely as she stood next to Lucinda. Before she could react, Lucinda waved her wand, and Hermione’s robe was pulled from her body. Underneath, she wore her best set of black lingerie, black stockings, and black high heels. She made to cover herself as the crowd around her cheered and wolf-whistled, but Lucinda stopped her with a comforting arm around the waist.

Hermione’s nipples hardened at the lecherous looks the men and women gave her.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, and she spotted Harry. His eyes hungrily trailed up her body until they landed on her face. As their eyes met, he gave her a smile and a wink.

“Let’s start the bidding at a hundred Galleons, shall we?” Lucinda asked.

“One hundred!”

“One fifty!”

“Two!”

More and more bids were shouted out, but worryingly, Harry had yet to utter a word. He simply watched on, his eyes raking over Hermione’s figure.

“Seven fifty!” a handsome man shouted.

Hermione thought he looked like one of those Quidditch players Ron had used to talk about incessantly. A bubble of worry grew in her stomach when his offer was met with silence.

“Seven fifty, do I have eight?” Lucinda asked. “No? Seven fifty going once…”

“One thousand,” Harry said.

The handsome man groaned disappointedly. Hermione’s heart leapt, and then skipped a beat. This was it. She was going to sleep with her best friend.

“A thousand Galleons!” Lucinda yelled excitedly. “Any more? Going once… twice… sold!”

The crowd cheered and Neville patted Harry on the back in congratulations. Smiling, he approached Hermione and wrapped an arm around her waist.

“It looks like you’re all mine tonight,” he said in a low, deep voice.

Hermione trembled in a combination of nerves and excitement as his fingers lightly caressed her hip.

“And now, for your second surprise,” Lucinda smiled.

She waved her wand above her head, and the gauzy curtains gathered at the center of the ceiling opened like the petals of a flower to reveal a naked woman. A black blindfold covered her eyes, and she spun slowly as she was slowly lowered by the soft red rope that hogtied her. Hermione gasped when she recognized her as Madam Rosmerta.

“Rosie, here is our free entertainment for the night,” Lucinda said, stroking Rosmerta’s hair. “Feel free to use her as you wish.”

The crowd cheered and began to disperse throughout the room. Harry chuckled and pulled a stunned Hermione back as two men and a woman approached Rosmerta and began groping her as they held a casual conversation.

“Do you want to stay here?” Harry asked softly, his lips right next to her ear. “Or do you want to go to one of the private rooms?”

“Private,” Hermione said after a moment, her heart racing in her chest.

Placing a soft kiss on her temple, Harry led her to one of the many doors that sat around the edge of the room. He held the door open for her as Hermione stepped inside and looked around.

There wasn’t much to the room. It was fairly small, with only a four-poster bed against the right-hand wall and a couch to the left. Suddenly, a long, red silk ribbon lying on the bed sprang to life. Wrapping around one of Hermione’s wrists first and then the other, it pulled her arms above her head and tied itself in a knot around the chandelier.

“Harry!” she gasped.

He chuckled, and she felt him approach from behind. He pressed himself against her back, his arms wrapping around her waist. His fingers played idly across her stomach, causing goosebumps to appear on her skin, while he peppered her neck with soft kisses.

“Relax,” Harry said softly.

Hermione closed her eyes and let out a slow, shuddering breath as his hands crawled up to her breasts. As he lightly dragged his fingers over the thin cups of her bra, she felt his excitement swell and harden against her bum. Placing one hand flat on her stomach, he pulled her back, grinding against her while the other grasped her breast roughly. Her head tilted back, and she groaned.

“You’re all mine tonight,” Harry said, nibbling lightly on her earlobe.

Shivering excitedly at his possessive tone, she pressed her bum back against his erection and panted as he toyed with her hardened nipples through the fabric of her bra.

“Merlin, I ‘ve been waiting years to do this,” he growled.

Hermione took another shuddering breath and then froze. Her eyes shot open wide as his words registered.

“Y-years?” she asked.

Harry chuckled and spun her around quickly. Their eyes met, and she swallowed thickly.

“Did you really think I didn’t know you were following me, Hermione?” he asked.

He reached up and pulled off her mask. It landed on the carpet with a soft thud as Hermione stared at him in shock.

“H-how?” she stammered.

“Lucinda’s very protective of her clients,” he said. “She told me everything. It was my idea for her to make you a member. I figured you’d see what I was doing, avoid me for a week, and then everything would go back to normal. Imagine my surprise when I found out my best friend kept coming back day after day to spy on me.”

Hermione opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water. He had known she was watching him the entire time? It took a long moment for her brain to register the fact that his hands had drifted down, and he was kneading her bum like dough.

“Not that I mind,” he continued. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

“Really?” Hermione asked, biting her lip as she felt his excitement pressing against her thigh.

“Oh yeah,” Harry said. “You gave me my first erection, you know. Second year, when you hugged me after you got out of the Hospital Wing. I’ve been fantasizing about you ever since.”

Her heart hammered in her chest as she licked her dry lips.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” she asked.

“I was a bit emotionally stunted growing up,” Harry said, smiling wryly.

Hermione returned the smile.

“Is that why you ended up here?” she asked.

“That’s a long story that I’ll be happy to tell you later,” he replied. “Right now, I have something much more important to do.”

Suddenly, Harry tightened his grip on her bum and lifted her off the ground. Hermione gasped just as the silk ribbon released her wrists, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. His lips crashed into hers in a demanding kiss, and it felt like a switch had been flipped somewhere deep inside of her.

She threaded her fingers through his hair and kissed him back with more passion than she knew she possessed. It wasn’t until her back landed on the mattress that she even realized that Harry had carried her over to the bed at all. Her mind was brought back into focus, and she pulled her lips from his, gasping for a much-needed breath. As he started trailing kisses down the column of her throat, she licked her lips, sore and swollen from the force of their kiss.

His hand slipped under her back and expertly unclasped her bra as his lips trailed over her collarbone. The garment was ripped from her body, and he buried his face between her modest breasts. Hermione gasped and arched her back when he suddenly latched onto one of her nipples. He teased, nipped, and sucked at the hardened nub, leaving it swollen and glistening before switching over to the other. With a moan, she thrust her chest upward and gripped his head.

Harry spent a couple of moments lavishing her breasts with loving attention before kissing his way down to her waist. Grabbing her black knickers, he ripped them down her legs and tossed them on the floor. He stared at her naked body with such a look of hunger that Hermione held her breath, wondering if he would lose control and ravage her on the spot.

He didn’t. Instead, he stood up and stripped out of the dress shirt and slacks he’d chosen to wear. Although she spent the last few weeks watching him, seeing him naked up close felt surprisingly intimate. And seeing his swollen length up close was surprisingly intimidating.

Harry slid his hands up the inside of her thighs, and Hermione offered him no resistance as he spread them open.

“So wet already,” he said, gazing at her glistening folds.

Raising his eyes, he stared at her.

“Do you want me to make love to you, or do you want me to fuck you?” he asked.

Hermione swallowed dryly and nibbled her bottom lip.

“Fuck me.”

He was on her in a second, lips crashing against hers and hand grasping her breasts. She moaned wantonly, an unfamiliar sound to her own ears, as she felt his rigid shaft throbbing against her folds. With a quick adjustment of his hips, he pulled back, lined himself up, and plunged forward.

Hermione threw her head back and gasped. Harry’s length was the long and thickest thing she’d ever had inside of her, and it felt more amazing than she ever thought possible. He touched parts of her that she didn’t even know existed and stretched her out in a way that caused her tight depths to cling to every bump, ridge, and vein. A deep, whorish moan was torn from her lips as he lodged himself as deep as possible and stopped.

“So good,” Harry murmured.

Easing his hips back, he pulled halfway out before surging back in. Her entire body jolted from the force of his hips crashing into hers, and the sensations coursing through her body forced another moan from her lips.

“Harry,” she whined, completely unable to verbalize her feelings.

Somehow, he knew what she wanted, even if she didn’t know herself. He sped up, continuously pummeling her into the soft mattress. Hermione’s eyes closed, and she cried out as a climax surprised her out of nowhere.

“Oh, God,” she gasped.

Harry never stopped. He continued at the same harsh but steady pace. As her eyes opened, she found herself staring up at his handsome face. The world shrunk around her until the only thing that existed was her and Harry. Time became meaningless. It could have been seconds or hours that they stayed locked in their intimate embrace until, with a scream, Hermione’s world exploded.

Her vision went completely black, and it was several moments before she became aware that she was clutching Harry tightly with her arms and legs while she mindlessly rutted against him. With a trembling moan, she relaxed her muscles and collapsed onto the bed. Chuckling, Harry kissed her softly. Mercifully, he stayed still, giving her a few precious moments to recover from the biggest orgasm of her life.

“Ready to keep going?” he asked.

Breathlessly, Hermione nodded.

Unexpectedly, Harry pulled out of her completely and rolled her over onto her stomach. A moment later, his hands landed on her bum with a clap, and he kneaded her cheeks roughly.

“I’ve wanted to get my hands on this arse for years,” Harry said.

He gave her rear a swift smack, drawing a gasp from Hermione, and then lined up with her entrance. They both groaned as he sank back into her depths. On his second thrust, he hit a spot that caused her breath to hitch and her toes to curl.

Glancing over her shoulder, she watched his face as his hips crashed into her bum repeatedly. She couldn’t turn her head far enough to see what he did, but whatever it was, he found it captivating. Seeing him look at her with the same lustful gaze he gave girls like Susan, Lavender, and Fleur sent a thrill through her mind as much as it did her body.

Thinking of those girls and remembering the things Harry did to them caused her to groan and shiver under him as another climax coursed through her body.

Harry growled when he felt her tighten around him, gripped her shoulders, and moved even faster. Hermione cried out and clawed at the bedding.

“I hope you’re on the potion because I’m not pulling out,” he rumbled.

Her mind was so addled that she honestly couldn’t remember if she had taken it or not, and the small part of her brilliant mind that was working didn’t care either way.

Then, her thinking stopped altogether as Harry slammed into her savagely. Hermione felt like an unstoppable beast was ravaging her as her body was hammered into the mattress. She buried her face in the bedding to muffle her desperate cries, but her head was yanked back hard by the hair. Her scalp stung as Harry tugged at her curly locks, arching her neck and causing her pleasured screams to reverberate around the small room.

Just as she thought she was going to pass out, he pinned his hips to her bum and groaned. She felt his length flex and swell a moment before he erupted in her depths. A torrent of heat flooded her core. There was so much heat she thought she must be leaking everywhere. Just the thought of that caused her to tremble as she moaned her way through one last, small climax.

Hermione floated through a fuzzy haze as Harry climbed onto the bed and pulled her to his chest. They lay cuddled on the bed for several minutes as they caught their breath, but it didn’t take long before his hands began exploring her body again.

“I’m sorry, Harry,” she said, “but I need a break.”

“That’s alright,” Harry said, kissing the top of her head. “We have all night.”

Smiling, Hermione nuzzled his chest with her cheek and glanced toward the door.

“You can go out there if you want to,” she offered.

His hands stilled, and he raised his head to look down at her.

“Do you want to watch me fuck someone else?” he asked, surprisingly blunt.

Biting her lip, Hermione nodded. He smiled at her and waved his hand, causing the entire wall to become transparent. There was so much going on in the large room that she didn’t know where to look. There were couples and groups spread out all over, and in the very center, Rosmerta hung with a group of five men surrounding her. They passed her around in a circle, taking turns with whatever end they were presented.

“Who do you want to see me with?” Harry asked softly.

Hermione gazed around the room for a long moment before she made up her mind and pointed.

“Her.”

Chuckling, he kissed the top of her head and climbed off of the bed before suddenly turning back to her.

“Want to come with me?” he asked, offering her his hand.

After a moment of hesitation, she took it and gingerly got to her feet. Together, they walked to the door and opened it.