[Lusty Retellings]: Harry Potter

Welcome to the first of my Lusty Retellings series! In these short tales, I'll be using popular movies, books, and TV shows as inspiration to create some hot and sexy content. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them!

In this first story, we'll be revisiting the world of Harry Potter, but with a naughty twist. Our beloved heroine, Hermione Granger, finds herself unsatisfied with her current relationship and seeks out a way to fulfill her desires.

Hermione and Ron snuck into an old, abandoned bathroom in Hogwarts, their bodies pressed tightly together as they shared a passionate kiss. Hermione's hands roamed over Ron's body, feeling his muscles through his clothes, while Ron's hands explored Hermione's curves, squeezing her ass and pulling her closer. Their tongues danced together, tasting and exploring each other's mouths with a typcal desire of horny teens.

As they kissed, Hermione could feel Ron's erection pressing against her, but as they continued to make out, she noticed that it was starting to soften. She pulled away from him, looking into his eyes with a mix of confusion and frustration.

Breaking away from the kiss, Hermione glared at Ron. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Can't you get it up for your damn GIRLFRIEND!?"

Ron looked at her sheepishly, stuttering out an excuse. "I-I'm sorry, Hermione. I don't know what's wrong with me. I swear, it's not you."

Hermione rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "Bullshit. This is like the fifth time this has happened this semester, Ron! I'm a woman, I have needs! Jesus, I can't keep wasting my time with a limp-dicked loser like you..."

Ron's face fell, and he looked down at the ground. "I'm sorry, Hermione. I'll do better, I promise. I'm trying my best. I love you, and I want to make you happy."

Hermione rolled her eyes, patting Ron's crotch like one would pat a dog's head. "Oh, poor baby," she cooed sarcastically. "Did my words hurt your delicate little feelings? I'm so sorry, I forgot that you're not man enough to handle the truth. The truth is, I'm sick of settling for mediocre sex with a limp noodle. I want a real man who can make me see stars, who can fuck me so hard I forget my own name."

Ron looked at Hermione with a mix of hurt and confusion. "So, are you breaking up with me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Hermione looked at Ron with disgust, as if he was beneath her. "So, are you seriously asking if I'm breaking up with you?" she sneered, her voice dripping with contempt.

Ron flinched at her tone, but tried to keep his composure. "I just...I want to know where we stand," he stammered, looking up at her with pleading eyes.

Hermione rolled her eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. "I can't believe I have to spell this out for you, Ron. I need more than what you're giving me. I need a real man who can satisfy me in bed, not some pathetic little boy who can't even get it up."

Ron's face turned bright red with embarrassment, and he looked down at the ground. "Maybe there's a spell we can use," he suggested weakly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Hermione threw her head back and laughed, a cruel and mocking sound. "What, like a spell that can turn your tiny, limp dick into a big, hard one? I'm sorry, Ron, but even magic has its limits."

Ron's shoulders slumped, and he looked completely defeated. Hermione watched him with a mixture of satisfaction and disgust. She knew she was being cruel, but she didn't care. She needed to get her point across, and if that meant hurting Ron's feelings, then so be it.

"Look, I'm sorry if that hurts your fragile little ego," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But the truth is, I'm just not satisfied. And I don't know if I can keep pretending that I am."

Ron looked at Hermione with pleading eyes, begging her not to break up with him. "Please, Hermione, I'll do anything you want. I can't lose you," he said, his voice cracking with emotion.

Hermione hesitated, looking torn. She knew she needed more than what Ron was giving her, but she also knew that he loved her and didn't want to hurt him. "I don't know, Ron. I just need to figure out what I want," she said, her voice softening.

Ron nodded eagerly, willing to do whatever it took to keep Hermione in his life. "Just tell me what you need, Hermione. I'll do anything," he said, his eyes pleading with her.

Hermione looked at him for a moment, then a sly smile spread across her face. "Well, there is something I've been thinking about," she said, her voice taking on a seductive tone. "But it's not something that everyone would be okay with."

Ron's eyes widened, but he nodded eagerly. "I'll do it. Whatever it is, I'll do it," he said, his voice filled with desperation.

Hermione leaned in closer to him, her voice low and seductive. "I need another man, Ron. I need someone who can give me what you can't. But I still love you, and I don't want to lose you," she said, her eyes searching his face for a reaction.

Ron looked shocked, but he didn't pull away. "I...I don't know, Hermione. That's a lot to ask," he said, his voice shaky.

Hermione nodded, understanding his hesitation. "I know it is, Ron. But I think I might know a spell that can help. A spell that can make you okay with this arrangement.

Ron looked at Hermione with a mix of confusion and curiosity. "What spell are you talking about? And what would I have to do?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, as if Ron was an idiot for not understanding. "It's a simple little spell, really. It's called the Oblivious Puppy spell. It makes the target feel calm and happy, and they become super obedient to the caster's commands for a few hours."

Ron's eyes widened, but before he could say anything, Hermione cut him off. "Don't worry, Ron. I'm not going to make you do anything too crazy. Just something that will make both of us happy."

Ron hesitated, looking unsure. But Hermione had already made up her mind. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at him, muttering the incantation for the Oblivious Puppy spell.

As the spell hit him, Ron's expression turned blank and he let out a contented sigh. Hermione smirked, pleased with the results. "There, that's better. Now, let's see what we can do to make both of us happy. And by 'both of us', I mean mostly me." She laughed cruelly, enjoying the power she held over Ron.

Hermione looked down at Ron with a smirk on her face. "I'm going to test if the spell worked first. If it did, then you'll do exactly as I say without any hesitation." She paused for a moment, watching as Ron nodded eagerly. "Now, get on your knees."

Without a word, Ron dropped to his knees in front of Hermione, a goofy smile plastered across his face. Hermione couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him, so obedient and willing to please her. She felt a surge of power and excitement, knowing that she had complete control over him.

"Good boy," she purred, running a hand through his hair. "You're such a good little puppy for me, aren't you?"

Ron nodded eagerly, his eyes fixed on Hermione's face. She could see the devotion and adoration in his gaze, and it only made her feel more dominant and in control.

Hermione bit her lip, feeling a familiar heat building between her legs. She knew what she wanted to do next, and she was confident that Ron would be more than willing to oblige.

"Now," she said, her voice low and seductive. "Let's see how well you can follow orders."

Hermione looked down at Ron with a smirk, enjoying the power she held over him. "You know, Ron, every girl in Hogwarts dreams of being the one to fuck Harry Potter's brains out. And I'm no exception. But since that's not possible, I'll have to settle for the next best thing."

She ran a hand through Ron's hair, gripping it tightly. "So, here's what you're going to do. You're going remains on your knees and lick my pussy like the obedient little puppy you are. And while you do that, I'll close my eyes and imagine it's Harry fucking me senseless."

Ron looked up at Hermione with a blank expression, but he didn't protest. He simply nodded and did as he was told, pulling down Hermione's panties and burying his face between her legs.

Hermione let out a soft moan, leaning back against the wall and closing her eyes. She imagined it was Harry's tongue on her, Harry's hands gripping her hips, Harry's cock inside her. And as she lost herself in the fantasy, she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction at using Ron in this way.

Hermione looked down at Ron with a wicked grin, enjoying the power she held over him. "Now, I want you to describe in detail what Harry would be doing to me if he were here right now," she commanded.

Ron hesitated for a moment, but then began to speak in a shaky voice. "H-he would be kissing you deeply, his hands exploring your body. You would be moaning into his mouth as he touches you in all the right places. Then he would lift you up and carry you to the bed, laying you down gently before stripping off your clothes."

Hermione closed her eyes, imagining the scene as Ron continued. "He would take a moment to admire your naked body before climbing on top of you, his own clothes discarded. You would feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh as he kissed you again, his hands roaming all over your body. And then he would enter you, slowly at first, but then picking up speed as you both moan in pleasure."

Hermione could feel herself getting wetter with every word, her imagination running wild with the thought of Harry inside her. She opened her eyes to look down at Ron, still on his knees in front of her. "Good boy," she purred, running a hand through his hair. "Now keep going."

Ron swallowed hard, but continued his description. "Harry would be thrusting into you harder and faster, his body slick with sweat as he brought you closer and closer to cum. You would be clinging to him, your nails digging into his back as you screamed his name in ecstasy. And then, when you couldn't take it any longer, you would both come together, your bodies shaking with pleasure."

Hermione let out a soft moan, her hand slipping beneath her skirt to touch herself. "Yes, that's it," she breathed. "Keep going."

Ron's voice grew more confident as he continued, describing in detail every thrust, every moan, every touch. Hermione lost herself in the fantasy, her body trembling with pleasure as she imagined Harry taking her in every way possible. And all the while, Ron remained on his knees, obediently following her every command.

"Now, tell me, Ron, how big is Harry's dick compared to yours?" she asked, a cruel smile playing on her lips.

Ron hesitated, but then answered in a quiet voice. "I don't know, Hermione. I've never seen it."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course you haven't. But use your imagination. How big do you think it is? How thick? How hard?"

Ron hesitated before answering. "I...I don't know. Bigger than mine, I guess. Thicker. Harder."

Hermione closed her eyes and moaned, imagining Harry's massive cock thrusting into her. "Yes, that's right," she whispered. "So much bigger. So much better. You could never satisfy me like he could, Ron. You're just a pathetic little boy playing at being a man."

Ron looked down, his face flushed with embarrassment. Hermione laughed and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling his head back towards her pussy.

"Now, keep licking, Ron. And imagine it's Harry's tongue on me. Maybe that will make you a little harder."

Ron closed his eyes and continued to lick Hermione's clitoris, his mind filled with images of Harry and Hermione together. Hermione moaned louder, her hips bucking against Ron's face.

"Yes, that's it, Ron. Just like that. Imagine it's Harry's cock inside of me, stretching me wide and making me scream. Oh, fuck, that feels so good."

Ron's cock twitched in his pants, despite the humiliation he was feeling. He couldn't help but get turned on by Hermione's dirty talk and the thought of her with Harry.

Hermione was getting closer and closer to orgasm, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Oh, Harry, yes! Fuck me harder! Make me come all over your big, thick cock!"

Ron's cock was now fully hard, straining against his pants. Hermione noticed and smirked down at him.

"Look at you, Ron. So pathetic. You're getting turned on by the thought of another man fucking your girlfriend. You really are a loser."

Hermione smirked at Ron, still on his knees in front of her. "Give me your wand, Ron," she commanded, holding out her hand. Ron obediently handed it over, still in a daze from the spell. Hermione chuckled to herself, knowing he had no idea what she was about to do with it.

Without a second thought, Hermione took Ron's wand and pointed it towards her pussy, using it to rub her clit in slow circles. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan, imagining Harry's cock inside her. "Tell me more about Harry's cum," she ordered Ron, who was still on his knees in front of her.

Ron hesitated for a moment, but then began to speak in a shaky voice. "Harry's cum is... it's thick and warm. It tastes salty and a little sweet. And it smells musky, like him."

Hermione let out a louder moan and increased the speed of the wand, imagining Harry thrusting into her. "Yes, that's it," she breathed. "And when he comes inside me, I can feel it filling me up, dripping down my thighs."

Ron swallowed hard, his own cock straining against his pants as he watched Hermione pleasure herself. "Y-yes, Hermione. It's so hot when he fills you up like that."

Hermione smirked, opening her eyes to look down at Ron. "You like that, don't you? You like thinking about Harry fucking me and coming inside me."

Ron nodded, his face flushed with embarrassment and arousal. Hermione chuckled and spread her legs wider, giving him a clear view of the wand sliding in and out of her wet pussy. "Then keep talking," she commanded. "Tell me how much you want to taste his cum on my lips."

Ron let out a soft whimper, his cock twitching at the thought. "I-I do, Hermione. I want to taste it so badly. I want to lick it off your lips and swallow every last drop."

Hermione moaned loudly, her body trembling as she came hard on the wand. "Fuck yes," she gasped. "That's it, Ron. You're such a good little puppy for me."

As she came down from her high, Hermione pulled the wand out of her pussy and turned it off, handing it back to Ron. "Clean it off," she ordered, watching as he obediently took the wand and began to lick it clean.

Hermione smiled to herself, feeling satisfied and in control. She knew she could get whatever she wanted from Ron, and she intended to take full advantage of it.


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