Hermione dog lemon

While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. Please consider turning it on! Remember Me. We have new magnet and pin thank-you gifts for those who are able to make a donation! Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3. After his escape from Azkaban Sirius runs into a Hermione Granger in a compromising situation.

Of course Sirius being Sirius he decides to join in. Having broken free from Azkaban Prison, Sirius Black not only becomes an icon among all villainous wizards and witches, but he also becomes a free man. Well, in this case, a free canine, often mistaken as a Grim in the wizarding world — a dog that if seen, foretells bad luck and overall… possibly death. Sirius had no time to think of all the details, however.

His focus was getting as far away from Azkaban as he could.

Hermione stepped on a cruel coyote trap and suffered for days until a miracle happened!

The place looked rather average, truly not that magical at all. Life as a dog would be hard, here. Already Sirius finds himself playing frogger with the streets, trying not to get hit.

Making it across the street, Padfoot sits on the sidewalk outside the large house and pants, looking anxiously at the traffic. My God… these people drive like mad! Well, well… that does smell rather… good. Padfoot ignores his better conscience and sneaks through the fence posts surrounding the house. He appears in its back yard where there is a rather large pool and lawn chairs — three of them — lined up next to each other, facing the pool.

On one of the chairs is thirteen year old girl with wavy brown hair. The musk was coming from her. Padfoot slowly stalks his way up to the girl, close enough to where he can hear her speaking.While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled.

Please consider turning it on! Remember Me. We have new magnet and pin thank-you gifts for those who are able to make a donation! Ever since Hermione's encounter with Devil's Snare Hermione begins to explore her sexual interests with Fang. At least until Hagrid finds out. Ever since Hermione's lips were tight around his cock, Remus had wanted nothing more than to take her apart. Fortunately, he witnesses something which reveals that his feelings are requited When Hermione comes face to face with Fang one evening in the Forbidden Forest - her underwear having been stolen the previous morning - things soon take a turn.

However, as the night goes on, her situation only gets weirder and weirder, and suddenly, Hermione Granger's life begins to change into something different, as she embraces her inner cum-slut. And she's not the only girl who's in on the action. Fang trod over and rested his muzzle on the edge of the seat. He whined and wuffed, his body agitated, and when Hermione reached out to scratch his ears, he put his forelegs onto the chair and licked her exposed knee.

Hermione is taking Fang for walks. For long walks. Walks that end up with her spelling little alcoves just so she won't be interrupted when she gets on her knees for him. Top of Work Index. Main Content While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. Get an Invitation.The battle of Hogwarts had been intense and those loyal to the Dark Lord had taken plenty of losses.

But at the end of the night, most of the defenders in the castle were killed, including the Potter boy. Some defenders had been captured instead, and Bellatrix had been delighted to find out that the Granger girl had survived with minor injuries.

The mudblood had been among the spoils divvied up among the victors, and Bellatrix had wasted no time in snapping up the girl for herself. Truth be told, Bellatrix had always had a slight fascination with the Granger girl.

Mudbloods were supposed to be stupid and unworthy of magic, and yet this one seemed quite capable. It was obviously a fluke, and either way, Bellatrix was quite looking forward to bringing the mudblood down a peg or two hundred now that the mudblood was solidly in her grasp once more.

Oh yes, Bellatrix had big plans for the mudblood. Although she had broken many, many prisoners in her time, she had never really had the opportunity to piece them back together. Bellatrix was quite curious to see what she could turn this bookish, prudish, moralistic mudblood into now that she had the girl at her mercy. Torture, isolation, and humiliation were great tools for grinding a person down, but could they also build them back up once their past selves had been stripped away from them?

Bellatrix and the mudblood would find out together. Bellatrix had put the mudblood in a Full Body-Bind Curse once the girl had been transferred into her possession. Some might have lazily stopped there, thinking that was all that was necessary to keep a prisoner secured. But Bellatrix believed in being thorough. She also wrapped the mudblood in conjured ropes before taking her along with Side-Along Apparition, and as for further efforts to keep the mudblood from talking But don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to learn how to behave.

All the time in the world, in fact. A moment later, two female house elves appeared in the room with a loud crack. They immediately knelt in front of Bellatrix, as they had been taught. Proper obedience was always nice to behold, and Bellatrix was quite keen to see if she could instill the same level of obedience in the Granger girl. Burn those filthy clothes she's wearing and bring her up to my room when you're done. The house elves disappeared from the room with a crack, using their own brand of magic to take the bound Granger girl along with them.

A few moments later, Bellatrix smiled as she heard a muffled shriek of surprise from outside the manor.This all happens from 7 pm on a Friday night to 7pm on a Saturday night. Hermione reminded herself to hex Seamus soundly when she got the chance. The light was beginning to fade from the sky and she picked up her pace as she trudged up the path from Forbidden Forest. She was ticked off at Professor Snape for ordering her to collect a sample of the wild sneezewort growing there.

Didn't he know that she had better things to do than pander to his silly research ideas about Befuddlement Draughts? The evening spent gathering the smallish leaves wouldn't have been so bad if she could have been comfortable while she was doing it. But, no, she didn't have that luxury because Seamus, the great prat, had decided to go on a knicker raid and had taken every single pair from their dorm.

She'd been in the shower at the time, so she couldn't even cast a cleaning spell on the pair she'd worn earlier and reuse them.

The wool of her skirt had worn at her bare bottom, pulling across her skin in strange ways when she knelt to pick the leaves, causing her much embarrassment and blushing even though there was no one to see her. A cool breeze swept in from the lake and swirled under her robes. Her skirt flew out from her bottom first and then her front. She grabbed frantically at the front of her robes to ease her discomfiture and felt her cheeks flush a deep crimson.

When she got her hands on Seamus… Her legs brushed swiftly back and forth, and she tried to ignore the coolness of her skin from the evening air. She didn't want to think about how the movement of her thighs and the feel of her bare skin rubbing this way and that made her even more aware of what lay down there and that it was uncovered for anyone in the world to see. The rubbing had, in addition to causing her great embarrassment, had made her feel strange, like there was an incessant tingling in her nether regions.

She felt slick in a way she had only felt when she had let Harry, Draco, Sirius, and Remus—all on separate occasions, mind you—take certain liberties with— 'Woof! Fang apparently mistook her words and delay for an invitation to play, because he came bounding straight toward her, wagging and woofing all the way.

She shrieked and dodged him once, "I don't have time for this, Fang! Her breath left her lungs with a great whoosh and she landed on her chest with her legs sprawled. His huge paws pinned her robes awkwardly as she tried to get up. A glob of drool hit the side of her neck and she attempted to bat him away, "Get off, Fang!While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled.

hermione dog lemon

Please consider turning it on! Remember Me. We have new magnet and pin thank-you gifts for those who are able to make a donation! Hermione Granger stumbles on a diary of an old Hogwarts student, but unlike Tom Riddle's diary from years ago, this one leads Hermione on an adventure where she'll be treated to multiple orgasms and unimaginable pleasure. Eighth-year Hermione Granger is ready to let loose, and without a boyfriend around to help, she follows the diary's instructions and sets off for the lake.

Little does she know that as she's enjoying herself with one of Hogwarts oldest inhabitants, she's being watched. Hermione is about to enjoy an affair with the most unlikely person she could imagine, but when he shows her how to unlock the sexual vixen she had hiding inside of her, will she be tempted to hide herself again, or will she find herself in the endless orgasms that change her very soul.

Hermione needs to let off a little steam during her fifth year, and ends up with a little more assistance than she'd originally planned. Even with her wand hand free, Hermione couldn't actually use any incantations because her mouth was full of tentacle Top of Work Index. Main Content While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. Get an Invitation.While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled.

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hermione dog lemon

AU - Hogwarts has a secret purpose: increase the magical population by breeding the most powerful witches and wizards. Hermione, Harry, and their friends learn about the real reason behind the pureblood supremacy agenda, and now they have even more reasons to fight. Disclaimer: I own nothing.

This is a fantasy story for entertainment, the author does not condone any activities described herein. Hermione howled, trying to lure the werewolf away from her previous self. As soon as they heard his paws on the leaves of the forest floor, Harry turned and led the way as they ran to escape.

Remus gained on them rapidly as they dashed through the underbrush towards the clearing they'd left Buckbeak in. Then, disaster struck as Hermione's skirt caught on a thorny bush and ripped, sending her tumbling to the ground as her skirt and panties were torn off. Moony rushed through the forest, following Hermione's scent. Remus had realized what the wolf wanted as soon as he smelled her and was desperately trying to hold back, but it was no use.

Without the potion, the wolf was too strong. Mooney smelled a compatible female and was intent on making her his mate. Hermione frantically scrambled in the wet leaves in an attempt to regain her footing, but she only managed to get on her hands and knees before the wolf burst through the thicket right behind her.

Hermione screamed and tried to crawl away as the huge animal pushed his nose between her legs and began licking her exposed vulva. Even in her terror, the warm pink tongue sliding over her labia sent a shiver of pleasure through her and Hermione felt a gush of liquid flood her vagina in response.

hermione dog lemon

Then Moony mounted her, pushing her shoulders to the ground as his front paws wrapped around her waist. The long red phallus pierced her maidenhood and penetrated deep inside Hermione as Moony's paws pulled her hips back into his loins. The wolf immediately began humping her ferociously as his cock continued to grow. Tears rolled down Hermione's face as she felt the burning sensation of her vagina stretching to accommodate the large canine penis.

hermione dog lemon

She could feel the blood from her torn hymen drip down her thighs every time Moony withdrew. The wolf's penis lengthened with every stroke as the mating continued, and soon was long enough to bump against Hermione's rubbery cervix. She was at the peak of her cycle and the thick mucus plug had melted the day before, leaving her womb open and vulnerable to insemination.Credit goes out to Blackwolf, who initially had this idea and was gracious enough to let me use it.

The story, right now, should end up being only 4 or 5 chapters when all is said and done. Really," Harry assured the towering groundskeeper with a smile of his own. Not that there's much to it, mind.

It's just feedin' him, makin' sure he stays active an' maybe bathin' him if he starts ter work up a smell. Nothin' too complicated. Fang, the mushy-faced Neopolitan Mastiff that Hagrid had owned for a good many years, was currently curled up in the large armchair situated against the left wall of Hagrid's hut, lazily observing the exchange taking place between his master and the sixth year Hogwarts student who had proven to be a usual presence inside this house.

The two of them stood by the main door, a massive and bulging bag slung over Hagrid's right shoulder while a more regularly-sized bag lay on the floor beside Harry's feet. Besides, it's the weekend, and I have everything I'll need right here. I still can't believe I have ter go all the way ter Scotland ter get 'em. These blokes are usually good abou' transportin' them here without all the fuss. But seein' as I need 'em fer class on Monday, can't exactly wait around, can I? Harry merely nodded sympathetically.

The topic of class, in this case Care of Magical Creatures, proved possibly sensitive right now. He still wasn't sure just how much Hagrid had gotten over him, Ron and Hermione dropping the class this year, but Harry's lingering feelings of guilt had no doubt played a role in him agreeing to "dog-sit" Fang for the weekend while Hagrid was away.

Harry figured the gesture would serve as an extra, unspoken apology. Plus, it wasn't as if Fang was an unruly dog. Harry figured this weekend would be a piece of cauldron cake. Fang perked his head up instantly, clearly under the impression he was tagging along, but Hagrid denied him his wish with a ruffle of his fur.

Just be good. Yeh know by now Fang's a sweetheart. Hagrid nodded appreciatively, patted Fang once moresaid, "See yeh on Sunday," and exited the hut, pulling the door closed behind him. This left Harry and Fang alone together in a sudden and complete silence.

Hermione Dog Lemon

After a few moments, Harry sighed, scooped up his bag and took a few steps over to set it on top of Hagrid's giant-size bed. Despite the gargantuan nature of the piece of the furniture and the rest of the hut for that matter, especially in comparison to Harry, Harry still couldn't help but notice how cramped the quarters were.

It was essentially a one-room house and completely devoid of a bathroom, which meant that Harry would have to venture back up to the school every time nature called or whenever he would need to shower. For meals, Dumbledore had arranged for the dining table to be enchanted for the weekend the same way the tables in the Great Hall were enchanted to have the food appear on top. Save for any time spent with Ron and Hermione, it was to be a very nomadic weekend for Harry, as he couldn't leave Fang alone and he wasn't sure how well the dog would assimilate into any of Harry's normal downtime activities.

But Harry wasn't terribly concerned about any changes to his schedule. Not that he'd even had much of a schedule for the weekend to begin with. Once he'd finished putting away his clothes in Hagrid's enormous dresser, as well as any toiletries on a shelf over the sink, the silence was broken by a fresh sound; the sound of frantic paws against wood. Harry turned around to see Fang in front of the door, furiously pawing the door.

A few seconds later, whimpering joined in. Come here! I'm still with you! At the sound of his voice, Fang abruptly turned around towards Harry with an expression on his baggy face that seemed to say, "Oh!

Why, yes you are!


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