>>10194 - In that case:

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Completely unaffected by her best friend's thoughts, Hermione turned her attention back to the deep-fried girl in front of her. The bookworm had left her knife stabbed into the junction between the redhead's cunt and her upper thigh, and it took a bit of wiggling (accompanied by erotic moaning from her nearby ghost) to get it moving again so that Hermione could finish carving.

Hermione grinned a bit as she took in Ginny's enthusiastic reaction to having her pussy carved like a Christmas goose; to being ruined for their dinner. She carved moved the knife carefully as she cut around her friend's cunt. She'd only get one chance at this, so she wanted to make it perfect. Harry stared as she rounded the bottom of Ginny's sex slowly slicing the tantalizing cut of meat free. Ginny had floated halfway through the table and was now watching Hermione work from just above her, her head and shoulders peeking out from her own former belly, her fingers completely hidden by the table as they painfully massaged her own fried copy of her gaping slit. Ginny had fantasized about this moment for the past three days, ever since Hermione had recruited her. Her every waking moment and even her dreams had been filled with the thought of surrendering herself to Harry, of letting him destroy and consume her. Hermione hadn't really been part of those fantasies, but Ginny couldn't deny just how incredibly hot it was watching the polyjuiced girl carve her body apart, still covered with Harry's slowly drying cum as she impersonated her; especially since she looked so delicious, and the currently redheaded Hermione looked so incredibly fuckable, moreso than Ginny had ever managed on her own. What she wouldn't do right now for a taste of her own deep-fried flesh...

It was hard for Hermione to keep her hand steady as she carved out Ginny's cunt. Every part of her wanted to tremble in anticipation, but she wasn't about to mess this up after all the effort she'd put in to getting to this point, even if a part of her couldn't help but point out that the pussy she currently possessed was an exact replica of the one she was cutting free. No; Hermione was going to do this right, and that meant doing it carefully. Gently she curved the knife around the top of Ginny's sex, slicing into her friend's fully shaved and thoroughly fried mound before connecting the cut to the gap between Ginny's sex and her upper left thigh where Hermione had started. The bookworm breathed a heavy sigh of relief, setting down her knife and picking up the plate in front of Harry and a fork to use to pull Ginny's gaping and now completely severed slit free of her still-steaming body and onto Harry's plate.

Harry gasped in wonder at the sight of his best friend's sister's deep-fried pussy spread open on his plate. The cut was clean, the skin crispy, and the meat a greasy but delicious-looking dark brown. Ginny's clit poked out from beneath its deep fried hood and the meat surrounding it was opened in a round ring as if tempting him to forgo utensils and simply sink his teeth into it like an animal.

“Here you go,” Hermione smiled widely, “your dinner, delivered as promised.”

“Aren't you going to have any?” Harry asked.

“You paid for it. It seems right that you should have it,” Hermione replied.

Harry was tempted, extremely tempted to agree, but he could see how much Hermione wanted this; her eyes glimmered with desire. “We'll split it,” Harry decided. “Even if I bought it, you did all the work, so we'll split it, fifty/fifty, okay?”