72 CH 68: Challenge

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

"Impossible," she gasped in shock, her eyes locked on the screen while I continued to ravage her...

The next few minutes were going to be fun for me, and enlightening for her, particularly on perils of poorly-constructed plans.

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"What is impossible, sweetie," I asked her after she gasped in shock, the widening of her eyes for once not linked to my girth forcing her entrance to widen. Well, not entirely.

"But … how … it can't be…" she repeated in shock rather than answering my question. Normally, I would have punished her for such disrespect, but this time, I decided to cut her some slack.

After all, it was not every day that she would discover that the mother she had erased her memories on the screen of an erotic movie theater, stuffed mercilessly while her moans filled the theater through the speakers.

A prideful smile spread on my lips. Emma's seduction and corruption had been an amusing distraction from the more stressful aspects of organizing a resistance against a deranged Dark Lord; both magically and otherwise.

I had first visited her under the guise of some appearance-altering spells, playing the friendly neighbor while I helped her to fight the boredom; especially after her husband had been sent to the other side of the country with a sudden assignment -another sign of my meddling, of course- leaving her alone in a new country.

My first visits included rather nice wine bottles, doing my friendly neighborhood duty. From there, it took only a few repeats to end up in her bedroom, doing my neighborhood duly in more of a visceral manner.

She felt guilty about cheating her husband of course, but like her daughter, her arousal proved to be stronger from her conscience.

It didn't take long before the activities spilled out of the bedroom, christening every part of her house… Then her garden… Occasionally even other public spaces…

But the real fun started after I intercepted her bank account, draining the money her husband sent, while simultaneously bringing her to expensive shopping trips to make her rack up a debt…

Her sexuality awakened and facing a mountain of debt, it was trivial to convince her to do some underwear modeling… And from there, some experimental movies… One of them which I made sure to screen tonight…

I was still a jealous bastard, of course, hence the reason for the magical challenge. All of the camera work was done through enchanted cameras, and while she had been unaware, every actor she had worked with had been the same person under polyjuice, myself of course.

I even put an enchantment on her -more of a curse-, that prevented her from having sex with anyone without the appropriate magical signature…

I didn't want to turn her into a cheap bar entertainment for muggle men, whenever I neglected to visit her.

Of course, as far as Hermione knew, her mother had been using her unasked second lease in life by making some extremely poor choices, hence the reason for her shock — not that she had any space to throw stones, considering she had been fucked in the middle of an erotic movie theater where anyone could see…

"Hey, I asked what's the deal with the movie," I said, this time, underlining my words with a pinch on her nipple over her clothes, their thin fabric providing little protection against the sharpness of my fingernails.

This managed to penetrate her bubble of shock, and she managed to pull her gaze away from the screen, where her mother was enthusiastically gobbling my shaft.

"I thought that I recognized the actress, but I must be mistaken…" she murmured, her efforts to lie somehow ineffectual.

"I see, someone from the neighborhood," I said even as I tightened my grip around her hips before pulling her down, forcing a gasp of pleasure out of her despite her confusion.

Sometimes, there was no denying the body's pleasures despite her mental state.

I stopped to make a show of watching the screen while she struggled to contain her pleasure. "No, now that I'm looking more carefully, there is an obvious similarity. Maybe she is a distant cousin. An aunt, even?"

"She's my distant cousin," she murmured, jumping at the first excuse I had provided.

"Nice," I said, turning my gaze at the screen, particularly at Emma's dangling assets while I grabbed Hermione's still covered breasts. "I can feel the similarity," I quipped, enjoying the way her grip around my girth tightened despite the look of outrage flashing on her face.

"Don't look at the screen," she ordered after she caught my gaze, though the authority she tried to reflect was rather faulty, Inevitably, it failed to work.

with no small part on the way her hips continuing to grind my lap, trying to swallow the full length of my shaft.

"Really," I said with a smirk. "Are you afraid that you're going to fail against your cousin?" I said, my gaze dancing between the screen and her face.

"What! No!" she exclaimed, which managed to catch the attention of the people around. A blush that managed to give an impression of cuteness despite the situation managed to spread on her face.

She turned her head and partially hid her face against my chest, her hips stalling momentarily.

I let her to stay like that until the others turned their attention back to the movie, though I doubted they would have turned away without the effect of the notice-me-not charm.

not when Hermione had been displaying an amazing cleavage through her mussed up top -which was already quite skimpy to begin with-, and sitting on my lap, our activity rather obvious.

"You're falling behind compared to your cousin," I said after the attention on s had faded, once again reminding her that there were more important topics than a few hungry perverts looking at her, namely, the said perverts focusing on the naked body of her mother on the screen.

I grabbed her hips once more while her attention turned back to screen, while her gaze stayed stuck on the screen. "Look at her go, devouring that shaft like a champion."

"Stop talking," she said, trying to warn me into silence, but failed to find a hold.

Just raising my eyebrow was enough to silence her, reminding her that she had pushed her luck for too much.

An expression of understanding passed through her face, realizing she had managed to push me more than she was supposed to.

The resulting panic on her face was delicious. I forgive her once again though, she deserved that much after discovering the surprising career of her mother.

"Why don't you move down and prove to me that you're better than your cousin in the act then." I paused for a second.

"If you think you can handle challenging a professional, after all."

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