The Trojan Phenomenon
Spending her afternoon in the library just to learn more about a student's sex life wasn't something she had planned to do this late into the evening. But here she was, cursing her urge to want answers to questions she's yet to know. Arched over a pile of books, flipping through pages, several at once, trying to find the information she lacked. Sex addiction was already a scant topic, with information from varying sources making it more difficult for her to try and piece everything together into something that could resemble some sense. But the subject of Ebony Sex addiction was an ever-rare topic to find.
What she found troubling was how in every single source she's read, no matter the date or place it was recorded, it always gave a detailed explanation of two things. The first is how every specimen ever recorded has indicated to be a completely different breed of being. Superior to their other male counterparts with their control and power over magic, and their incredible stature, it's no wonder the tools they use for pleasure would be significantly larger and thicker than most. The second was how these specimens seemed to let off a pheromone that naturally compulse's to draw in any women and witches with an incredibly intense desire to mate. The instant they are near one of these specimens, they would have an uncontrollable urge to procreate with them; and within a matter of time they would be fucked by them, then the deep craving begins.
Initially, this effect would only last for a few days, but with each minute that passes without being able to get intimate with them, the more withdrawal the females would experience. And with each time a woman comes back for more, the effects of the deep cravings would draw longer. On average, after they came back for their third time, most would then spend a year in ravenous addiction for more before the effects would calm; but by then it would have been too late. The urges would have been strong enough to keep any witch, no matter how magically strong they are, to eventually come back for more. To this date, it has been impossible to keep any girl who's experienced this phenomenon away once they got a taste, and often only intense efforts could temporarily sate the girl from returning before they eventually found a way back into the arms of their lover.
This is all becoming more clear now. When the new student got transferred from Dumstrang, then to Beauxbatons, and now to Hogwarts, the rumour mill that started on the first week he got here, where girls would apparently get hooked onto his ebony cock and dump their boyfriends now all made sense; the girls only had one thing in their mind and it was to feel the pleasure of his cock.
Bizzare talks about how the new transfer dick could potentially null a girl's mind seemed to be just some horny fantasy the boys have made up. She wouldn't have believed it until one day, when she walked into the Great Hall for breakfast, and saw the boy in question being surrounded by girls she would have never thought would have ever been that interested in testing out those rumours.
The utterly insane development kept her on her feet and guessing, struggling to make sense of all the things that had rapidly started to happen in just a few days. She's researched a lot of dangerous things, but never had she encountered something like this. Why was she so curious about this topic? She didn't know. And in that respect, why had she put so much effort and time into it all? She's yet to know.
'GURK'
As if bringing her thoughts to reality, she heard a loud gagging sound and two giggles from across her table. She looked up from her books, a gesture to see who had disturbed her train of thoughts, only for her heart to stop a beat and notice HE was here in the library. He was now sitting right across from her with the Greengrass sisters flanking both sides of him, both surprisingly close and leaning in against him. Considering the complete 180 their personalities have changed since becoming familiar with the new wizard, she's chalked it off as the phenomenon being a true theory then.
She just sat there now, studying him, looking directly at his impressive bulging physique and large stature, fingers fumbling, trying to find her quill and parchment to take notes on what she had seen. She was just blatantly stalking someone, something she had never done, and another thing on a growing list of things she had to make some sort of sense out of; and she was certainly not prepared for that.
Only to now notice three pairs of shoes under the table that didn't belong to the trio she saw at the table, poking out and pointing upwards. She was about to make a note of her studying before the man across from her groaned, the sound thundered across the library like the beast her books had described him as. Stunned at what was happening, she patiently waited with bated breath before the three girls crawled out from under the table. Their hair was a mess with mascara running down their faces and lipsticks smudged across their mouth. She also noticed how unruly their blouse had become with some kind of white spots covering them. The trio walked over to the Greengrass sisters before blatantly kissing them, sharing whatever they had in their mouths with a few white creamy streaks leaking out.
Turning around to pick their robes up off the table, she saw a glimpse of the Patil Twins and Lavenders' flushed face before she was interrupted by a voice from behind.
"I suggest you stay cautious, Granger."
Hermione almost jumped out of her skin. Turning around she found Pansy looming over her.
"I know how... curious you may be, but I do pray for you to really consider the distance you may want to keep; and keep your wits about."
Her cheeks flushed brightly as she looked up at the Slytherin girl. "So you've done it too then?"
"I'm not sure what you're talking about. If anything, I myself would never be involved in the personal affairs of anyone. I just simply think you should be extra careful with whatever you are just looking at. Being adventurous this time may find you more trouble than before."
With how vague she answered, Hermione now again had more questions than answers, but she didn't want to push her luck, especially not with Parkinson here.
Nodding and giving her a small smile, she thanked her for the warning before reassuring her she'd be extra careful.
"Oh, you're welcome." Pansy walked away sensually, hips swaying side to side before Hermione rushed to put her things away.
Slowly she tried to organize her thoughts and gather her breath before her eyes involuntarily drifted back to the table across from her. Astoria and Dapehen were nowhere to be found, but she could have assumed the two pairs of shoes under the table were theirs, likely giving the Ebony man another round of worshipping his cock. Replacing them in their seats were the Patil twins, leaning in ever so close with Lavender plotting herself on his lap, snogging him as if no one was there; or like she didn't just break up with Ron just a few days ago. The twins whispered something in his ear, before licking his ear lobes, hands drifting towards his hard pecs and circling around his nipples.
She wondered what she would make of all this new information and feelings she had started to notice. She'd be smart. She really should do the right thing. Even Parkison warned her about him. But her inner thoughts betrayed her morals of wanting or learn more and maybe even consider urging her to experience what it's like for his hands to explore her expanse of silky smooth skin like the way he did with the three girls around him.