“It’s not what you think, I’m not going to skull fuck you to death my dear. In fact, my cock won’t even touch your foul mudblood tongue, my pretty Hermione.” With as much a look of relief and confusion as she could muster with her face contorted into the spitting image of a teen pornstar ready receive her reward for a hard day’s work.

Pettigrew worked over his cock, jerking feverishly in an attempt to complete his task. A whimper and whine elicited from his mouth as he struggled to do the deed.

“Peter, it would seem you are having an issue yes? Let me see if I can aid you here.”

A few more wand movements and Hermione’s clothes were torn and shred from her body, now kneeling naked and exposed the tears began to roll down Hermione’s face. Unable to hold himself back, Wormtail shuffled forward, the head of his cock nearly touching Hermione’s hot, dripping mouth. Hermione could finally smell the musk of Wormtail’s cock and her eyes rolled back in a head as he shot his magical cum down the back of her helpless throat. Her revulsion tinged with a primitive, and animal instinct to respond in kind to the arousal of the man in front of her. Pettigrew shuffled back with a shudder and a sigh.

“Excellent Wormtail, now the entertainment can begin.” It was with a swirl of the dark lord’s wand that Hermione’s tongue recoiled back into her mouth and her mouth snapped shut, her chin raised up several inches and with a final helpless gulp, the slimy cum slid down her gullet and into her stomach. The dark lord turned on the spot and his robes billowed as he made his way back to his high-backed chair to sit down for the show, and other poke of his wand and Hermione felt the weight of his magic lifted off, and she finally relaxed from her constant strain against her bonds

The trio knelt there in silence, Hermione naked as the day she was born shivering and panting. Her panting slowly increased, and a groan and whimper finally escaped her tired throat.

“Have you figured it out my dear?” The dark lord probed.

“Fuck you!” Hermione spat, eliciting another pant and groan.

“I’ll give you one small hint, and then one big one, how about that?” The dark lord teased.

Hermione glared at him, her breasts slowly heaving now.

“Hint one little mudblood, you’re very familiar with this particular curse.”

Hermione glared further, before a feral groan was ripped from her body.

“No, not good enough, you’re bright aren’t you, shouldn’t you be able put two and two together?”

Another wave of pain swam through her guts, and it dawned on her.

“You fucking monster! That’s how you’ll kill me, I knew you were insane, and true evil, but that’s too cruel!” Hermione began to sob.

“Hermione, what’s happening!? Tell us what’s wrong.” Harry called out from his spot kneeling in the back.