Angelina Johnson Pt. 2

Hermione's face is incandescent by this point. She's not sure she can get any redder, but Harry's finger is still in her mouth and she's still sucking on it quite perversely, even as she whimpers in jealously. Lavender always did have that pleased, satisfied look whenever she kept Harry sated on her breast milk. His hand suddenly moves from her breast to her flat, toned stomach. Hermione's eyes widen as he splays his fingers over her abdomen, pressing his palm right into the spot directly above her womb. She shudders at the touch, even as she knows what Harry's next words will be.

"Still, lewd girls such as yourself know they're meant to be bred, don't they Hermione? Your womb will swell with my seed, and you will know that you've been claimed as you grow heavy with my child. So very, very lewd."

She was wrong, she could get redder. At this point, Hermione is almost past the point of being capable of embarrassment, though she's not quite there yet. He's right through. Harry is one hundred percent right. One day, she'll carry his child. Probably his children, plural. The mental imagery of her, Lavender, and Daphne competing and begging to be bred as Harry watches them all with a wicked, knowing grin on his face fills Hermione's thoughts and distracts her up until the point when the real Harry suddenly grabs and squeezes her ass.

"Only lewd girls have big, fat bubble butts this thick. Perfect for their man to grab hold of and squeeze, perfect for a nice, long spanking. Bouncing and jiggling and pinking up when they're bent over and fucked against the nearest sturdy surface."

Hermione shudders and suckles at Harry's finger, even as he continues on, his free hand moving quicker now, his tone growing huskier and huskier.

"And then there are your legs. Long and graceful, with thighs that are MADE to wrap around a man's waist. Around MY waist. You're my lewd, lewd girl Hermione. You, Lavender, Daphne… you try to pretend to be good girls, you try to pretend to be studious, or princesses, or nobility. But in the end, you're nothing but sluts, aren't you? My little sluts."

Squeaking and blushing and really unable to contain herself anymore, Hermione finds herself on her knees before Harry's crotch, his legs spreading easily so she can nuzzle his member through his trousers. She's naked, and she's not sure she remembers getting naked. Suddenly, Hermione realizes that Harry has been surreptitiously stripping her of her clothes this entire time. Now, she's left in nothing but her Gryffindor stockings. Whimpering, the brunette witch looks up into her lover's eyes.

"I-I'm so sorry for being such a NAUGHTY lewd girl Harry~ I promise, I'll prove that I'm a g-good lewd girl, I swear!"

Harry smirks down at her, even as he just sits there casually. After a moment, Hermione realizes from her nuzzling that he's actually completely soft, the thing she felt earlier that she assumed was his erection was simply his normal state. Realizing this, Hermione's breath grows all the shorter as she pants with need, staring up at him with her big, brown eyes full of desire and hope.

Chuckling, the young wizard reaches down and gently brushes her cheek.

"You know… Quidditch season is starting soon."

Hermione's puzzled for a moment at the non-sequitur. Harry grins down at her.

"Remember? You promised to be my cheerleader, didn't you?"

Blinking, Hermione gets a petulant sort of look on her face as she grows huffy, her nose sticking up even as she stares into his eyes.

"Of COURSE I'll be there to cheer you on Harry. Honestly, it's like you've forgotten I'm the new Captain of the Gryffindor Cheerleader Squad~"

She has a distinctly lewd expression on her face as she reaches for his zipper, clearly no longer willing to wait. As Harry looks down at his lover and the single-minded focus she has as she practically attacks his softened prick with her stroking hands and her lips and her tongue, he can't help but grin goofily. Captain? Cheerleader SQUAD? Oh, he can't wait to see what she's cooked up. Harry knows it'll be excellent, whatever it is, in the end.

After all, his woman is kinky as all fuck.

Still, as Hermione's pretty lips stretch out around his cockhead, he clears his throat and takes her attention away from his member one last time, speaking in a soft yet domineering tone.

"You better make sure you share with Lavender AND Daphne… like a good girl would."

The way Hermione freezes up like a deer caught in the headlights tells Harry all he needs to know about her intentions. She was probably already planning on including Lavender, since the blonde bimbo was in Gryffindor and could be on this 'Squad', but Harry could already tell what sort of thoughts were going through Hermione's head. Probably a lot of inner grumbling about sharing with Greengrass, about having to deal with that 'stupid princess' and how lewd Daphne would make everything.

He can also see the moment where Hermione shudders and bobs her head up and down in agreement, speaking in a soft, submissive tone right back up at him.

"Yes, Harry."

Her obedience confirmed, the powerful young wizard just grins and rests against the wall of the alcove he's sat in, leaning back and watching as Hermione gets to work on his cock like the 'good lewd girl' she's trying desperately to be for him. This was going to be fun.

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Days later, the Gryffindor Locker Room has emptied out, with everyone besides Harry having departed. Training was over for the day, and they all had lives beyond just Quidditch. Harry respected that. Plus, with them gone, he could finally see just what Hermione had in mind. The brunette witch had told him to sit down on one of the benches, and now he was sat there as he watches the shower curtain before him shift every once in a while.

Both Hermione and Lavender were inside the makeshift 'changing room', giggling perversely and doing all sorts of things together from the sound of it. In the end though, the shower curtain is abruptly pulled back and Harry's eyebrows lift as Hermione Granger saunters out in the most scandalous cheerleader's uniform he's ever seen. Red and gold dominate the skimpy garments, as was to be expected, but Harry wasn't exactly sure they'd be able to get away with this out on the actual field. Hogwarts may not have been ready for a real Gryffindor Cheerleader Team just yet…

Behind Hermione comes Lavender, the blonde looking just as perverse, while also managing to pull a surprisingly innocent attitude. Lavender was in full-on silly bimbo mode as she stood there wide-eyed, following Hermione around like something of a puppy.

"Come along Lav, it's important that you learn the duties of a cheerleader quickly. Most important of all is our responsibility towards the star player and the Quidditch Captain of the team! Luckily for us, it's the same handsome hunk of man meat! Unluckily for him though, because being both is BEYOND stressful!"

As Hermione goes into full know-it-all mode, Lavender oohs and awws appropriately as she bobs her head up and down at Hermione's words. Then, they reach the bench where an amused Harry is seated, and quite suddenly the blonde is yelping as her 'Cheer Captain' grabs her by a fistful of her hair, forcing her down into Harry's clothed crotch.

"You should really go ahead and get the smell of a REAL man into your nostrils now, so you know to ignore all those weakling wizards that can't compare to our glorious Captain here~ Make sure you use those big tits of yours whenever you're helping the star player relieve stress as well!"

Hermione is doing quite well with her instruction. Harry watches on amused as Lavender pretends to fumble with his crotch, rubbing his cock quite hard through the quidditch uniform restraining his dick.

"I-I have to kiss it and suck it? But… but it's so big Cap'n Hermione! It… it smells really nice though. Does it taste yummy too?"

Oh yes, Lavender was playing her part to a T. Harry was actually having a hard time keeping his self-control, his desire to just take Lavender and face fuck the slutty bimbo right then and there almost overwhelming him. Before that could happen however, Daphne finally made her presence known, actually managing to surprise Harry as she sauntered into the Locker Room wearing a matching 'Cheer Captain' outfit to go along with Hermione's… except in silver, black, and green.

Grinning wickedly, the Slytherin Captain for the Cheerleader Team sways in as she eyes the two witches and sole wizard before her with a haughty look on her face, her nose upturned into the air.

"Hmph. I'm here to check out the competition. So far, I'm not seeing much. Maybe I'll take Captain Potter for my prize when Slytherin wins both the Quidditch Cup AND the House Cup this year."

She's in full-blown Princess mode, and Harry is as amused as he is eager to tear her down. However, that doesn't seem likely to happen, because before Daphne is even done talking, Hermione has released her grip on Lavender's hair and is striding across the locker room. As she finishes her little speech, the brunette know-it-all reaches her and suddenly gropes the Slytherin Princess' tits, ramming a knee up between Daphne's thighs and grinding her leg against the dark-haired witch's cunt as she quite quickly brings the 'Slytherin Cheer Captain' down.

"Stupid little Princess SLUT! Remember your place! You BELONG to Gryffindor already you little whore!"

Harry watches on in some amusement and some surprise as Daphne writhes and moans and tries to feebly protest, only to be cut off by his first lover. Hermione practically growls as she pointedly reminds the Slytherin Princess of several things she may have 'forgotten' in her haste to roleplay an enemy Cheer Captain.

"Your pussy is trained by Gryffindor cock, your lips love to wrap around Gryffindor cock, its Gryffindors who drink from this big, fat princess udders of yours, and it's certainly not some silly Slytherin Pureblood that owns the rights to your womb, now is it? IS IT?!"

Daphne whimpers, her eyes slightly watering and her beautiful half-naked body squirming in Hermione's harsh grasp.

"N-No…"

Hermione grins viciously and her tone is triumphant as she parrots Daphne's answer back to her.

"No! You want the Hero of Gryffindor to breed you like the lewd little slut you are Greengrass, and you're going to love every last moment of it when he finally decides to knock us all up!"

There's a beat of silence at that. Daphne stares at Hermione with wide eyes, clearly shocked that the other girl took it that far. Even Lavender has broken her bimbo character to just gape at Hermione naturally. The brunette witch seems to finally realize what she was saying and to who she was saying it too, because she finally let's go of Daphne and steps back, blushing profusely as well as the Slytherin Princess drops to her knees, cumming right then and there all over the floor and showing that she wasn't wearing panties under her short green and silver skirt as her pussy juices squirt across the ground.

"Hey Harry, want to help us go over Quidditch strategy- Holy CRAP!"

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