Hermione by midorikonton


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Commission for Jurodan based on pictures and outline they provided. Commission your own captions via my Patreon! (Please note that this is unusually long for a commission–I liked the premise and got carried away.)

Hermione hadn’t expected the spell to feel so good.

She’d known it would feel pleasant, of course. She’d created it,
painstakingly, secretly, over more than a month, as an anniversary present for
Ron. They’d married shortly after she finished her advanced studies
post-Hogwarts, and at first they’d both been very happy. Then, slowly, Ron had
started pushing things in the bedroom. Hermione knew he was more experienced
than her, but some of the things he wanted, the power and control—she just
couldn’t agree to that!

But she knew he was unhappy about it. He wanted more, and
she wanted to give him more—but she just couldn’t enjoy the things he wanted.
At least… not as she was normally. There was, she realized, a way she could
make herself enjoy it. Spells to increase libido, dampen the critical
faculties, enhance pleasure, reward submission. Dangerous spells, spells deep
in the gray area between the fully accepted and the Unforgivable. But she’d
found ways to study them, cracking the theory behind them, and slowly pieced
together a spell that combined elements of all of them, a spell that would make
her less intelligent, more submissive and sexually pliant. The hard part had
been making sure it would wear off in a day, but she’d… something.

It was getting hard to remember. The spell was working, and
it felt incredible. Her thoughts were
sluggish and she was getting more distracta—a wave of lust tingled through her
body. She’d put on her old Hogwarts uniform but left most of the buttons
undone—Ron seemed to have a… whatsitcalled. A thing for uniforms. And tits.

Tits! She’d never think that word before. It was a naughty
word! She giggled, still carefully aiming the wand at her head. The pink light
flowing from it felt like it was cleaning her out, sweeping away all the bad
stuff. All the nasty second thoughts and hesitations and implications and
rules. She felt so good, so happy and
horny, she just couldn’t wait until Ron got—

The door opened and Ron stared at his wife. “Um. Hermione?
What are you doing.”

The light faded and Hermione lowered the wand. “Uhhh… I
forget.” With Ron here, all she could think about was him tearing her panties
off and pinning her down on their bed. She waved in the general direction of
the little table by the door. “I left a note.” She giggled again.

Ron read it, his eyes getting wider as he read what she’d
done, and her promise to fulfill his every fantasy for the next 24 hours. Then
he looked up at Hermione. “Really?”

She smiled. “Uh-huh. Happy anni… thingy, honey!”

Ron grabbed her arm and half-dragged her to the bedroom, not
that he needed to. She laughed and followed him eagerly. She squealed as he
flung her onto the bed, and then spread her legs wide. “Please…” she moaned,
rubbing her va—her vaj… her pussy
through her panties. “Please Ron… fuck me…”

His trousers hit the floor, followed by his briefs a moment
later. His long, hard cock stood at attention, and Hermione’s mouth watered at
the sight of it. “How badly do you want it?” he asked her.

Hermione moaned. “Please… I’ll do anything, I need you so bad

Ron grinned. “Anything?”

They fucked four times that night. The first time was hard,
animalistic, desperate, the best sex either of them had ever had. The second,
Ron started by teasing Hermione, toying with her body until she thought she
would explode, or would have if she could still think, and only when she was
reduced to incoherent pleading did he finally take her and it was even better.
The third time he made her kneel and call him Master, licking and stroking his
cock until it was hard again, and then roughly ordered her to fuck him, which
was better still. By the fourth time they were both tired, but he ordered her
to get him hard yet again, then get on top and fuck him while chanting that she
was a dumb slut and his property—and that was the best of all.

Hermione woke the next morning feeling like her head was
stuffed with fuzz, which was pretty normal for mornings. But it didn’t unfuzz.
She remembered the night before like a whirlwind of pleasure and sensation,
vague images rising out of a general sea of bliss. She smiled at Ron’s sleeping
form, but something was tickling at the back of her head.

The spell’s wearing
. It only lasts 24 hours, I cast
it yesterday evening, and it’s early afternoon now. That means there’s only—

She shook her head. Whatever, that was boring. The spell was
fun, she didn’t want to think about
it ending, she wanted to fuck Ron some more. She snuggled against him, sliding
her hand slowly down his body to his cock. Hermione gently stroked him, feeling
him getting harder in her hand.

She looked up into his open eyes. “Hmm, I bet I know what you want,” he said teasingly.

“Cock?” she asked hopefully.

“Sure,” he said. Then he took her hand and pulled it off
him. “After breakfast.”

Hermione pouted. “Pleeeeaaase, Master?”

“Breakfast first,” Ron said firmly. “Then fucking.”

She sighed and slid out of bed. Obeying him felt good, but
not as good as fucking him. As she
walked toward the kitchen, she thought about what to make. Weirdly, she had no
trouble remembering what ingredients they had or what recipes she knew.

That’s the exception
for domestic tasks and roleplay
, she thought. Since Ron likes French maids so much.

It was like there was another voice in her head, the smart,
boring Hermione she used to be, and it kept poking through the nice fluffy pink
clouds before they covered it up again.

Metaphor. I’m getting
smarter again

But the thoughts were distracting. She needed to focus on
breakfast! Cracking eggs, whisking them, scrambling them. Ron watched her from
the kitchen table while she cooked. He was naked and rock hard, and that was so
distracting there wasn’t room for anything but that and cooking.

She set the plate of eggs and bacon down in front of him and
then knelt by his chair. “What about your breakfast, pet?” he asked, and
gestured to his cock.

It took Hermione’s addled brain a moment to understand, but
then she eagerly rushed to obey, engulfing the head of his cock in her mouth. I didn’t used to like this, she thought,
but that was silly. It felt so good, how could she have ever refused?

Ron—Master—soon came in her mouth, and she swallowed him
down happily. Not much longer, she
thought as she gazed up at him. “I wish I could feel like this forever,” she

Ron looked down at her. “You mean that?”

She nodded emphatically. “Uh-huh! This feels so good! But
the spell’s gonna end soon…”

Ron stroked her cheek. “We could do this again some time.”

Nononono I hate this
I’m only doing it for Ron! “No,”
Hermione said. But she didn’t hate this, how could she hate something that felt
so good? “Feels so good, I don’t wanna ever stop.”

Ron smiled nervously. “If… if you really mean that, if you
want to keep going, we could… cast the spell again?”

No! Don’t make me stay
like this longer!
“Then I’ll stay like this longer! You’re so smart,

He leaned down to kiss her. “Never thought I’d hear you say
that. C’mon, show me where your notes are? I might not get the theory, but I
can probably figure out how to cast the spell.”

Hermione struggled to remember where she put her notes,
while at the same time some other memory was clamoring for her attention,
something about wanting to make this temporary. But then they found the notes,
and Ron read through them.

By the time the shadows outside were growing long, he was
ready. Hermione knelt in front of Ron, both naked, while he pointed his wand
between her eyes. Her mind whirled as she stared up at him. This was what he
wanted. It felt so good to do what he wanted! But I don’t want to stay—The sex last night was so good! She loved
serving, fucking, sucking, being on her knees! But—There was some reason she should tell him to stop, but it was
so hard to remember it! So hard to think about anything other than that pink
light, how good it felt when it wiped her mind clean of sad, boring, smart-girl
voices. So much easier just to kneel and wait while he double-checked the

And then her mind cleared. Her eyes widened as she realized
the spell had worn off, and Ron was about to cast it again! She opened her
mouth, about to shout “Stop!” And then the pink light flowed over her from
Ron’s wand and pleasure filled her thoughts. Her jaw dropped as it filled her
head, the pleasure, the submission, the desire. She was supposed to tell him to
stop, because, because… because why? It felt so good, and it was so easy to let
it happen…

I’m never going to be
the old me again
, she thought, and then there was only pink.

364 days later…

Hermione knelt at her Master’s feet, gazing up at him
happily. It was their usual evening ritual, when Master cast the spell that
kept her dumb and happy and enslaved. Then they would play, and go to bed, and
tomorrow she would slowly get smarter and more confused until evening, when
Master would make her dumb and everything would be simple again.

The voice of Boring Hermione nagged at the back of her mind,
like it always did before the spell, but Hermione had a lot of practice
ignoring her smarter side. She just thought about how good the spell was going
to feel, how great it was to have Master to make all the decisions for her so
she could just fuck and suck and have fun and be happy.

But something was different today. Where was Master’s wand?
For a moment, Hermione panicked. Did he forget? Was he going to let Boring
Hermione take over?

“Happy anniversary!” Master said, and held out something for
Hermione to take. She looked it over in confusion. A collar? With writing on
it. It said… she bit her lip while she tried to work it out. S… l… u… t..? She
looked up at Master in confusion.

“It’s yours!” he said. “It took me ages to figure out on my
own, but it’s got the spell woven into it! As long as you wear it, I won’t need
to cast it—it’ll be permanent, never weakening, never wearing off.”

Hermione stared up at Master, trying to work it out. Deep
inside her, Boring Hermione was screaming. It’ll
be permanent! I’ll never be able to think for myself again!
So I’ll… I’ll be like this forever?”

Master nodded. “Exactly.”

Boring Hermione screamed and screamed as Hermione smiled
dazzlingly. “Oh, Master! Thank you! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” She held the
collar up to him, and he took it from her solemnly.

No! Boring
Hermione cried. Stop, let me out, I don’t
want this, I—
And then the collar was around her neck, and the voice went

“Now, slut,” said Master, “for my present. I’ll let you pick
it out—where do you want my cock?”

Hermione gazed up at him in dazed bliss and gestured to her

“Right answer,” said Master.

And then there was the cock in her mouth, and the pink bliss
in her brain, giggles and sex and outfits, serving and pleasing her Master,

She couldn’t have been happier.


(Image by InCase)


The de-mugglefier

Staring fixedly out of the window of the Hogwarts express at the pleasant green scenery flying by… Draco Malfoy played with the accursed ring in his pocket and smiled evily to himself.

In order to create an army of loyal dark wizards Voldemort had granted him use of the De-mugglefier. It was one of the dark lords horcruxes – a plain silver ring on a chain. At the moment it was useless… it just needed a human element… an appropriate host and its true power would become evident.

Suddenly spotting Hermoine Grainger – that filthy Gryffindor mudblud emerging on her own from the ladies toilet… Draco grinned and quickly ran up behind her. She would be perfect! He pushed her into an empty carriage and closed the door behind them.

“Draco what on earth do you think you are doing?” gasped Hermoine, her hand already going for her wand as he took out the ring- but before she could stop him, he threw it and the chain over her head.

Hermoine screamed falling to the floor and writhing as she was consumed by the most evil magic possible. Voldemorts fractured and twisted soul was now bonding with her own and the ring was designed to corrupt and transform the innocent girl. The pain she now felt was every last trace of her muggle ancestry being consumed and destroyed. She was being transformed into a pure blood Slytherin bitch before Draco’s very eyes. It was so delicious to watch.

Hermoine tried to fight as the ring hungrily consumed her humanity and twisted her soul. “Give in Hermoine… become the evil slut you were always destined to be. Your power will be abolute and you will stand by my side forever,” hissed the dark lord in her mind. She moaned feeling her pussy get wet at the thought of absolute power and immortality.

Hermoines lips twisted into an evil smile and she groaned happily, arching her back and throwing back her head as she was overcome by a rapturous orgasm and she accepted her total corruption and enslavement to the darkness. The good parts of her soul and her muggle half were no more… she was a Death-eater now and her witchly power was threefold. “Ohhhhh fuck yes Master… I am your evil bitch now!” She moaned in ecstasy.

Sitting up, Hermoine grinned and lasciviously stretched her body. “Time to test my true powers and my new abilities,” she purred pulling open her blouse to make sure her tits were on display and hiking up her skirt to show off her legs. “At long last I am gonna make use of my looks to get what I want and need.”

She picked up her wand and standing up pointed it at Draco. “Avada Kedavra!” she hissed and he screamed as the green bolt of death pierced his body and he fell down stone dead.

“The Dark Lord has no further use for your weak and inconstant family Draco,” she giggled insanely, “not now he has me to make as many loyal and pure blooded wizards as he needs.” Murdering Draco felt good and Hermoine felt her fractured soul darken even more and blend further with her masters. It made her wet and aroused. She wanted to play with herself but it was time to go to work.

Making her way out into the Hogwarts express Hermoine grinned as she spotted friends she had known for years. None of them had any idea of what lay in store for them or who she had now become. She felt so fucking good and wanted more. She could kill, torture and dominate everyone now without any guilt getting in the way. Who needed a conscious anyway? – it had only been holding her back.

Spotting Seamus Finnigan, Hermoine giggled and grabbed the Irish half-bloods hand. “Hello Seamus,” she breathed letting him look down her blouse at her heaving tits… “I have something to show you in private. Come with me.”

Seamus was surprised at the way Hermoine was acting… and he was even more surprised when she got him alone and instantly French kissed him against the wall. He groaned… responding quickly and Hermoine tasted his soul as they kissed. “I wanna suck your big Irish cock… give it to me,“ purred Hermoine as she tore down his trousers and sank to her knees.

Seamus was in heaven as Hermoine slid her soft wet lips around his throbbing cock and began to suck. Every boy in class had secret fantasies about the goody two-shoes girl suddenly acting like a slut and now they were coming true.

Hermoine loved the taste and feel of a big cock in her pretty mouth… especially because when Seamus orgasmed, not only would she suck out his tasty cum… but his soul as well. She worked hard, sucking and slurping and using her hands to stroke his balls and pump the lubricated shaft of his dick. She broke off long enough from sucking to desperately plead. “Ooooh Seamus. Give me your cum baby and give me your muggle soul! Yess YESSSS!”

Seamus groaned and began to cum. Hermoine’s lips clamped eagerly round his cock like a hoovers and her cheeks bulged as his jizz filled her mouth and she hungrily slurped it down. “Mmmpphhhhmmmmhh”

Dark energy crackled around them and Seamus gasped as his muggleness was drained and the power of the dark lord infected him. He was rapidly corrupted into the first of Voldemorts new Death Eaters. “Ohhhh yes Hermoine. I understand now. We wizards are superior and deserve power over the weak and foolish muggles.”

“Atta boy,” giggled Hermoine wiping his cum from her mouth and smiling contendly. Consuming his soul had just made her stronger and it felt good. Why – with enough souls she might even become as powerful as the dark lord.

Seamus was just the start. She had a lot of work to do… so many cocks and souls to drain… and then it would finally be time to deal with that nuisance Harry Potrer for her master! World domination awaited!

The end.