HP (Harry Potter) Requests

"Oh, for Merlin's sake, Harry, I don't have all day!" Hermione snapped, her eyes darting over the mountain of paperwork on her desk. The warmth of the Ministry of Magic office did little to soothe the tension in the room. Harry Potter, the savior of the wizarding world, looked up from his coffee, a sheepish smile playing on his lips.

"Sorry, 'Mione," he mumbled. "It's just... you know how it is with Ginny and the kids."

"Yes, yes," she sighed, pushing her glasses further up the bridge of her nose. "I'm aware of your 'hero's burden'. But I've got my own battles to fight here, and they're a tad more pressing than your... domestic concerns."

Ron, standing by the door, rolled his eyes. He'd heard this song and dance before. "Don't worry, Harry," he said, clapping his best friend on the back. "I'll handle it."

"Thank you, Ron," Hermione said, her voice tight with relief. "I'll owe you one."

As Harry left, Ron turned to face her. "You know, it's been a while since we had a proper chat," he said, his tone shifting to something more casual.

Hermione's eyes narrowed, and she leaned back in her chair. "What's on your mind, Weasley?"

"Just thought maybe... you know, with Draco being out of town and all..."

A smirk grew on her face, and she tapped her wand against the edge of the desk. "And what exactly are you proposing, Mr. Auror?"

Ron took a deep breath, his cheeks reddening. "Well, I was thinking... since I'm your personal Auror, maybe I could... take care of you. You know, in a... professional capacity."

"Professional capacity, hmm?" Hermione mused, her voice dropping to a seductive purr. "How do you propose to do that?"

The air grew thick with unspoken tension as Ron took a step closer. "Let me show you," he whispered, and the room seemed to shrink around them.

With a flick of her wand, the door locked and the lights dimmed. Ron stepped behind the desk, his eyes locked on hers. Hermione felt a thrill of anticipation race through her. She knew what was coming, and she craved it. The façade of their friendship had long ago crumbled under the weight of their mutual desire.

He reached out, gently taking her chin in his hand. "You know you've been a bad, bad witch," he murmured, his breath warm on her neck.

"Oh, I have, haven't I?" she replied, leaning into his touch. "What's my punishment?"

Ron's eyes glinted with mischief. "First, we need to get you ready," he said, and with that, he reached into his pocket and produced a velvet bag. Inside, clanked the unmistakable sound of a cock ring and a dildo.

Hermione's heart raced as he placed the items on the desk. She knew this night would be different from the others. The thrill of their secret rendezvous was always heightened by the danger of being caught, but the addition of new toys added an edge she hadn't felt in a long time.

Ron took a seat in a chair, his own desire clear in his eyes as he watched her. She stood up, her robes falling to the floor in a pool of fabric. Underneath, she wore nothing but a thin chemise that barely contained her ample breasts. She stepped closer to him, her hips swaying with a seductive grace.

"You know the rules," she said, her voice low and sultry. "You do as I say, and I'll make it worth your while."

He nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving hers as she approached. "Yes, ma'am," he said, his voice strained.

Hermione took the cock ring from the desk and slipped it around his growing erection. She watched with a smirk as he winced at the tightness. "Remember," she purred, "you're not allowed to cum until I say so."

Ron's eyes glazed over slightly as she stroked him, the ring keeping him on the precipice of pleasure. Hermione reached for the dildo next, a smirk playing on her lips as she lubricated it with a potion. "Bend over," she ordered, and he did, presenting his bare ass to her without hesitation.

The sound of the potion being applied was the only noise in the room as she lubed him up, and then the sound of the dildo being pushed into his ass. Ron grunted, his eyes squeezed shut tightly as she worked it in deeper. "Breathe," she coached, her hand on his back.

Once the dildo was in place, she stepped back, admiring her handiwork. "Now, let's get down to business," she said, her voice firm. "You know what I need."

With that, she climbed onto the desk, spread her legs wide, and beckoned him closer. Ron positioned himself between her thighs, his cock straining against the ring. She reached down, guiding him to her entrance. "Fuck me, Ron," she said, her voice a command.

And he did. He slammed into her, filling her completely, the dildo moving with his every thrust. Hermione threw her head back, moaning with pleasure as she felt herself being stretched and filled in ways Draco never could. This was what she needed, what she craved - the raw, unbridled passion that only Ron could give her.

As they moved together, the room grew hotter, the air charged with the electricity of their shared desire. Hermione felt the tension building, her orgasm approaching like a tidal wave. But she knew she had to wait, had to endure the pleasure until she could give him his reward.

The minutes ticked by like hours, their bodies moving in a frenzied dance of lust. Finally, when she couldn't take it anymore, she leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You can cum now, Ron."

The words were like a spell being broken, and he did, filling her with his hot seed. As he pulled out, she removed the ring, watching as he caught his breath. "Good boy," she said, stroking his cheek.

He looked up at her, his eyes glazed with pleasure and love. Hermione climbed off the desk and sailed around to face him, her own desire now raging like a storm. "Now, it's your turn," she said, her voice a sweet promise. She picked up the cock ring, tossing it aside, and took his still-hard cock in her hand, stroking him gently as he panted.

With her other hand, she lifted her breast to Ron's face, slowly teasing him with her nipple in close proximity. She had been lactating for some time, a rare but not unheard of side effect from one of the potions she had brewed for her job. It had started as a mere curiosity, but tonight, it was going to serve a purpose far more satisfying than nutrition. Ron's eyes stayed focused on her, anf finally gently brought her breast towards his mouth and licked her nipple sensuously, before sucking.

Ron watched, his eyes wide with excitement, as she bent down and took his cock into her mouth, her skilled tongue swirling around him as she milked him. The feeling was exquisite, like nothing he had ever experienced before. He could feel the warm liquid pooling in his balls, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

Hermione's eyes met his as she took him deep into her throat, her own pleasure evident in the way her eyes rolled back. She was in control, and she reveled in it. He could feel his climax approaching, and she knew it too. With a final, firm suck, she pulled away, allowing him to spurt his cum into her mouth.

Swallowing, she stood up and leaned in to kiss him, sharing the taste of their union. It was a kiss filled with passion and power, a silent declaration of their secret love affair. "Now," she said, her voice a little hoarser than before, "for your reward."

With a flick of her wand, her clothes disappeared, revealing her naked body. She climbed onto the desk once more, straddling him. The dildo was still lodged in his ass, adding an extra level of fullness that made him gasp. She reached down, her hand wrapping around his cock, and began to pump him in time with her movements.

Ron could feel his cock growing harder again, the pressure of the dildo making him ache with need. "Please, Hermione," he begged, his voice thick with desire. "Let me have you."

Her smile was wicked as she leaned back, her hand still working him. "As you wish," she said, and with another flick of her wand, she was impaled on his cock, the dildo inside her as well. They moved together, their bodies in perfect harmony, the only sounds in the room their gasps and moans.

The tension grew, coiling tighter and tighter, until finally, they both shattered, their orgasms crashing into each other like waves against the shore. Ron felt himself fill her up, the warmth of his cum, with the feel of milk still coating his mouth. Hermione's walls clenched around him, her own climax milking him dry.

They remained there for a moment, their hearts pounding, bodies still joined. Then, with a sigh, she leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest. "Good job, Auror," she whispered, her breath hot against his neck. "Now, let's get some rest. We have a busy day tomorrow."

Ron chuckled, his cock still inside her, the dildo still in his ass. "Whatever you say, Minister," he murmured, and together, they disappeared into the night, their secret safely hidden behind the walls of the Ministry of Magic.