Day 6: Sex Magic/Public Teasing (Re-Do)

Day 6: Sex Magic/Public Teasing (Re-Do)

It was a crisp autumn evening, and the Great Hall was bustling with life. Hogwarts had hosted its annual fall banquet, and every staff member and guest was gathered at the long tables, chatting, eating, and enjoying the lively atmosphere. The enchanted ceiling above flickered with stars, casting soft light over the hall, while the sounds of clinking silverware and low murmurs filled the air.

At the head of the table sat Minerva McGonagall, ever poised and composed in her Headmistress robes. She had the demeanor of someone completely in control of herself, as usual. But only one person in the hall knew the truth—that her calm exterior was barely holding together.

That person, of course, was sitting beside her.

Hermione Granger, her wife, sat with a small, knowing smile on her lips, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark. She looked every bit the picture of decorum, engaging in light conversation with Professor Sprout to her left, but her focus wasn't entirely on the discussion. No, her attention was fixed firmly on Minerva, even though her gaze didn't give anything away.

Minerva shifted slightly in her seat, her breath coming in shallow, controlled breaths as she tried to focus on her meal. But it was impossible. The warmth building low in her belly made it hard to concentrate, and the discreet charm Hermione had cast beneath the table was working its magic—literally.

The charm was subtle, almost imperceptible to anyone else, but to Minerva, it was like fire. The small pulse of magic radiated from her core teasing her in ways that were both infuriating and exhilarating. Hermione had been careful, setting the charm to vibrate her clit at just the right frequency, making Minerva's thighs clench under the table as the heat between her legs built with every passing second.

"You seem distracted tonight, Minerva," Hermione said suddenly, her voice smooth, innocent, as she glanced over at her wife with a perfectly calm expression. "Everything alright?"

Minerva's breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the fork she was holding as another wave of magic pulsed through her, teasing her mercilessly. "I'm fine," she said, her voice a bit more strained than usual.

Hermione's smile widened slightly, and she leaned in just a fraction closer, her hand resting on the table between them as she whispered, "Are you sure? You look a little flushed."

Minerva shot her a warning glance, her teeth gritting as she tried to keep her composure. But Hermione wasn't making it easy. The charm had been active for nearly an hour now, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for Minerva to ignore the waves of pleasure that kept coursing through her body, making her shift uncomfortably in her seat.

Hermione, of course, knew exactly what she was doing. This was a game to her—one she had started earlier that evening when she had whispered the incantation under her breath just as they entered the Great Hall. The charm was invisible, undetectable to everyone else, but Minerva had felt its effects immediately, the slow, steady vibration that had only grown.

"Perhaps we should go for some air?" Hermione suggested softly, her voice filled with mock concern as her fingers brushed lightly against Minerva's hand, sending another shiver of magic through her. "You seem a bit… tense."

Minerva's eyes narrowed, her grip tightening on the edge of the table as she fought to maintain control. "I'm perfectly fine," she muttered through clenched teeth, though the flush in her cheeks betrayed her.

Hermione chuckled softly, her fingers brushing over the back of Minerva's hand again, this time sending a more direct pulse of magic through her. It was brief, but intense, and Minerva had to bite down on the inside of her cheek to keep from making a sound.

"You're so composed," Hermione whispered, her tone filled with admiration but also a playful edge. "I wonder how long you'll last."

Minerva's lips twitched into the barest hint of a smile as she straightened in her seat, her back rigid with the effort of keeping control. Hermione had been pushing her, teasing her mercilessly, but Minerva had her own tricks up her sleeve. And if Hermione thought she could outplay her, well, she was in for a surprise.

Without a word, Minerva flicked her wand under the table with a subtle, practiced motion. The spell she cast was silent, invisible to everyone around them, but its effects were immediate. She had used this charm before—a spell designed to create the illusion of touch but with her own special twist. She had a dual masters in Transfiguration and Charms after all. She knew exactly how to rework spells for her own needs.

The charm was delicate, precise. It didn't require much—a simple illusion of pressure and sensation, as if an invisible force was pushing inside. Hermione's breath hitched as the first flicker of sensation teased her entrance. It was subtle at first, just a ghostly touch against her folds, something she could almost ignore if she tried hard enough. But Minerva had crafted the charm with care, and soon the teasing sensation grew stronger, more insistent. The invisible force felt like something real pressing gently against her, testing her resolve, as if preparing to push inside.

Hermione shifted in her seat, her fingers tightening around her fork as she struggled to maintain her composure. The sensation wasn't overwhelming—yet—but it was enough to make her squirm, enough to draw her attention completely to the invisible force working against her. She could feel it now, pressing more firmly against her entrance.

Then, with a slow, deliberate push, the illusion of the dildo began to fill her.

Hermione's breath caught in her throat, her body reacting instantly to the sensation as the invisible force slid inside her, stretching her slowly. It felt real—so real that it made her toes curl in her shoes, her thighs clenching under the table as the ghostly presence pushed deeper. She could feel herself opening to it, the pressure building as it expanded, stretching her in a way that made her pulse race.

The illusion was perfect. The sensation of the invisible dildo filling her was so vivid, so intense, that Hermione had to bite down on the inside of her cheek to keep from making a sound. The warmth of it, the way it seemed to pulse with every inch that slid inside her, left her trembling in her seat, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps.

Minerva watched her with quiet satisfaction, her eyes glinting with amusement as she leaned in slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you like that, Hermione?" she murmured, her tone soft but filled with dark amusement. "I thought you might enjoy something a little… fuller ."

Hermione couldn't respond. She was too focused on the feeling of being stretched, filled completely by the invisible force. It wasn't just the pressure—it was the way the charm seemed to move, as if it were alive, pulsing inside her as it pushed deeper, expanding just enough to test her limits before withdrawing slightly, teasing her with the slow, deliberate movement.

The sensation was relentless. The invisible cock pulled back slightly, almost all the way out, before pushing back in with slow, steady precision. Each time it withdrew, Hermione's body tightened in anticipation, her muscles clenching as if trying to keep it inside. And each time it slid back in, deeper and fuller than before, Hermione's breath hitched, her thighs trembling as she struggled to keep herself composed.

Minerva's lips curled into a knowing smile as she watched Hermione squirm in her seat, her composure slowly unraveling with each movement of the charm. "You're doing well," Minerva whispered, her voice low and teasing before repeating Hermione's own words back to her. "But I wonder how long you'll last."

Hermione clenched her teeth, her body trembling as the ghostly cock inside her continued its slow, deliberate thrusts. She could feel every inch of it, the way it expanded just enough to make her gasp, the way it withdrew so slowly that it left her aching for more. It was torturous in the best possible way, and it was driving her to the brink.

The sensation of being filled was so overwhelming, so all-consuming, that Hermione could barely think. Her mind was clouded with the pleasure of it, the way the illusion felt so real, so perfect. Every thrust made her breath catch, her pulse quicken, and it was getting harder and harder to stay composed.

Minerva leaned in a little closer, her voice soft and seductive as she whispered, "I can make it go faster, you know. All you have to do is admit defeat."

Hermione bit her lip, her body trembling under the relentless sensation of the ghostly cock filling her, but she wasn't one to give in so easily. If Minerva wanted to play, Hermione was more than happy to raise the stakes. With a subtle flick of her wrist under the table, Hermione discreetly pulled her wand from her robes, her fingers moving with practiced ease as she whispered a silent incantation.

Minerva, who had been watching Hermione with smug amusement, suddenly stiffened. Her breath hitched, her eyes widening as a new sensation washed over her—vibrations, stronger and more intense, pulsing through her with relentless precision. It wasn't just teasing anymore; it was a direct assault on her senses, and it took everything in Minerva not to gasp aloud.

But Hermione wasn't done.

Another flick of her wand, another subtle spell cast, and Minerva felt the sharp, unexpected pinch of invisible nipple clamps closing around her sensitive peaks. The sensation was startling, a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure that sent a jolt of arousal through her body, making her hips jerk involuntarily beneath the table.

The Headmistress let out an audible squick.

"Minerva?" Professor Flitwick's concerned voice piped up from across the table, his brow furrowed as he looked at her with confusion. "Are you alright?"

Minerva's eyes widened, her body tense as she forced a tight-lipped smile, trying to hide the tremble in her voice. "Just… bit my tongue," she said quickly, her tone a little higher than usual as she shifted in her seat, trying to ease the relentless sensations coursing through her body. "Everything's fine."

Flitwick nodded, though he still seemed slightly perplexed, but luckily he didn't push the matter further. He turned back to his conversation, and the rest of the hall seemed blissfully unaware of the silent war waging between Hermione and Minerva.

Minerva shot Hermione a sharp, warning glance, though her face was flushed, and her breathing was shallow as she struggled to compose herself. "You…" she began, her voice low and strained as the vibrations between her legs intensified, making her thighs clench involuntarily. "You're going to regret that."

"Oh, I doubt it," the younger woman whispered, her tone equally strained. "I'm just getting started."

Minerva shifted in her seat, her body trembling. The vibrating charm Hermione had cast on her was relentless, pulsing against her clit with increasing intensity. The invisible clamps on her nipples were tight, each one delivering sharp, tantalizing pinches that made Minerva's breath catch in her throat. Her thighs clenched, her hips shifting subtly under the table as she tried to keep control, but Hermione's magic was driving her right to the edge.

Hermione, sitting beside her, was no better off. The invisible force inside her continued its slow, relentless thrusts. Her breath was coming in short, shaky bursts, and her thighs clenched under the table, trying to control the overwhelming sensation of being filled again and again. The magical dildo pushed deeper, expanding just enough to make her body shudder with pleasure before withdrawing and teasing her all over again. Every thrust sent a jolt of sensation through her, making it harder and harder to keep from crying out.

They exchanged quick glances, both of them flushed, breathing uneven, each knowing exactly how close the other was. It had become a silent competition now—who would break first?

Hermione's body tensed, her hands gripping the table as the ghostly cock inside her thrust harder, faster, making her tremble with the intensity of it. Her muscles clenched around the invisible force, and she bit down hard on her lip, her body on fire with pleasure. She was so close—too close.

Minerva's fingers dug into her thigh, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the vibrations between her legs grew stronger, pulsing against her clit in a rhythm that left her trembling. Her nipples throbbed under the pressure of the invisible clamps, each one adding another layer of pleasure that was quickly becoming unbearable.

They were both teetering on the brink, each trying to hold on, trying to outlast the other.

But they both knew—neither of them would last much longer.

—

Later that night, in the privacy of their chambers, things had taken a different turn.

Minerva gasped as Hermione pressed her back against the wall, her hands sliding up Minerva's sides as she whispered against her neck, "You were so close, weren't you?" Her tone was playful, teasing, as her fingers dipped lower, grazing Minerva's already sensitive skin. "I could see it in your eyes. You were seconds away from falling apart."

Minerva moaned softly, her body still buzzing with the leftover sensations from earlier. "You weren't much better," she retorted, her breath coming in short, uneven bursts as Hermione's fingers teased the sensitive skin between her thighs. "I saw the way you squirmed in your seat."

Hermione chuckled, her lips brushing against Minerva's ear as she whispered, "I almost made you come right there in the Great Hall. Admit it."

Minerva bit her lip, her head falling back against the wall as Hermione's fingers slipped between her legs, stroking her with slow, deliberate movements. "Maybe," she murmured, her voice trembling with desire. "But you were on the edge too."

Hermione's smirk widened as she pressed her body closer to Minerva's, her hand sliding up to cup her breast, her thumb flicking lightly over her still-sensitive nipple. "I was just trying to keep up with you," she whispered, her tone filled with quiet amusement. "You're the one who had me filled with that… thing the whole time."

Minerva's breath hitched as Hermione's fingers moved with more urgency, pressing harder against her clit, making her body tremble with the intensity of the sensation. "You deserved it," Minerva gasped, her fingers tangling in Hermione's hair as she pulled her closer. "You started this."

"And I intend to finish it," Hermione whispered, her voice low and filled with determination as her fingers slid inside Minerva, thrusting slowly at first, then faster as Minerva's hips bucked against her.

Minerva let out a low moan, her hands gripping Hermione's shoulders as the younger witch took control, her fingers working with precision as she drove Minerva closer and closer to the edge. "You almost… made me come in front of everyone," Minerva gasped, her voice trembling with both frustration and arousal. "But I didn't."

Hermione chuckled softly, her breath warm against Minerva's skin as her fingers continued their relentless movements. "I would have won if Professor Sprout hadn't ruined my concentration when she split that wine. I swear you caused that somehow," she teased, her thumb pressing harder against Minerva's clit, making her shudder. "You were shaking, Minerva."

Minerva's body arched into Hermione's touch, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the pleasure built inside her. "And you were biting your lip so hard I thought you'd bleed," she shot back, her voice strained with the effort of holding herself together. "I could see how close you were."

Hermione's smirk softened into something more tender as she leaned in, capturing Minerva's lips in a heated kiss. "Maybe we'll call it a draw," she murmured against Minerva's mouth before pulling back, her fingers thrusting deeper, harder, as she drove Minerva to the brink once again.

Minerva's body tensed, her hands gripping Hermione's shoulders as the pleasure became too much. "Hermione," she gasped, her voice trembling as her body arched against the wall. "I'm going to—"

"I know," Hermione whispered, her voice soft but filled with satisfaction as she continued her relentless pace, pushing Minerva right to the edge. "Let go."

With a final, deliberate thrust, Hermione's fingers sent Minerva over the edge. Minerva's body convulsed, her head falling back against the wall as the orgasm tore through her, leaving her trembling and breathless in Hermione's arms.

Hermione held her close, her lips pressing soft kisses along Minerva's neck as she whispered, "You're incredible, you know that?"

Minerva let out a shaky laugh, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of the release. "You're not too bad yourself," she murmured, her voice weak but filled with affection.

Hermione smiled, pulling Minerva into a soft, tender kiss. "Next time, I'll make sure no one interrupts us," she whispered, her voice filled with quiet promise.

Minerva smiled against Hermione's lips, her body still trembling as she leaned into the kiss. "I look forward to it."