“We can’t go on like this, Hermione.”
“Shut. The fuck. Up!”
Harry had been telling her for years that her ‘methods’ would not continue to work. But, she had ignored him, working harder between each cycle to improve her many potions and inventions. However, five years later, she was ready to admit defeat.
In the beginning, all she needed to survive her heats was a charmed dildo and her fingers. But, as her omega grew more demanding, she had needed to add more; a thick knot had come first, then the dildo and knot both needed to be bigger. That had only satisfied her needs for a day, the rest of her week was spent in burning agony.
She had spent the following months brewing non-stop until she had found what she thought her Omega needed; cum. But her synthetic brew, no matter how perfectly she made it, did little to appease her.
So, she was here now. Bouncing on a dildo that was charmed to fuck and breed her, clothes pins clasped around her nipples, and begging Harry to stay with her, as she had needed him to hold a vibrator to her clit.
“You need an Alph—”
Her head threw back as a desperate wail left her lips. Just the word ‘Alpha’ made her body sizzle with need. She knew she needed an Alpha, but that wasn’t an option right now.
“Sorry. I mean, you need a man!” She paid him no mind as she continued impaling herself on the thick plastic cock. They had this conversation at least once a week for the past three years. Now was not the time.
“JUST!... Harry, I can’t…” Trying to form a coherent thought became impossible as she chased her in pending release. Beside her, she heard Harry sigh and then the vibration on her clit intensified. Closing her eyes, Hermione tried to concentrate on her release, begging her body to give her the one thing that would end this pain.
She felt a large hand grasp her curls, and a mouth against her ear.
“Come, Omega. Come with that knot lodged in your tight little pussy.”
Her cunt tightened around the thick cock inside of her, unable to resist the command, even if it was from a beta. Ecstasy overtook her body as she finally reached her peak, pleasure flooding her system as her pussy convulsed around her toy. The knot inside of her swelled to its full size, filling her cunt with cum. The omega inside of her was hardly satisfied, but it took what it had for the time being and cooled the fire inside of her.
When her orgasm began to recede, Harry took the vibrator off her clit, and she fell to the side, her dildo still lodged inside of her wet hole.
“Thank you, Harry,” she said sleepily.
With a chuckle, Harry walked to her bedroom door. “Please, Hermione. Go out and find someone to help you out. Someone who isn’t gay. Please.”
Hermione felt herself nod as sleep overtook her body, the knot still lodged deep inside of her, soothing her raging need for a short period of time.
The morning after her heat, Hermione woke as she usually did – embarrassed and exhausted. Harry was waiting for her at the kitchen counter with a case of gatorades and more pastries than any person could eat in a day.
“Hi…”
The awkward dance after her heat was something they both knew far too well. She would come to see him, they would avoid eye contact for an hour or two, and then everything would be fine.
It seemed Harry was not content to play their usual game.
“We can’t keep doing this, love.” Hermione noticed how tired Harry looked this morning. It wasn't uncommon for Harry to go without sleep while she was in heat, torn between worry at her desperate situation and annoyance at the constantly disintegrating silencing charms, it was difficult for him to find rest.
“I know Harry, I know we can’t but I don’t have many options. I don’t want to be tied down yet.” Too many Omegas were mated to the first Alpha they fucked in heat. The connection formed within a shared heat was powerful, but sometimes wasn’t conducive to a fulfilling relationship. Too many pairs were miserable outside of a few days each month, and she refused to be in that place.
Harry handed Hermione her phone, already opened to a site.
“I spent all night researching sites for Omegas and Alphas to meet each other. This one has the best results for both long term relationships and connecting people only for heats amd ruts.”
“O-mingle. The place to find an O-mazing partner” Hermione read the app name and slogan with what she hoped was enough distaste and sarcasm to inform Harry of her opinions thus far. “What makes this one better than the other terrible sites I’ve heard of?”
Harry began to blush, “well, first, they don’t just allow you to swipe on people. There actually aren't any pictures unless you want to trade them, so no one will know it’s you. Instead it's based on the questions you answer… and pheromones. They only allow you to connect with people you are chemically compatible with, so you won’t be wasting time talking to Alpha’s who wouldn’t be able to help you.”
“Pheromones? And where exactly are they getting my pheromones to match me with potential Alphas, Harry?” Hermione could see that she was not going to like this answer.
“Well… remember how you asked me if your purple thong had somehow gotten into my laundry basket…?”
“That was my favorite one! I wear that for yoga!”
“Please remember that I have spent the past year helping you get off during heats! I am just trying to get you help, while also very selfishly no longer wanting to watch my friend have orgasms!” Harry shouted in return. “I love you, but I can’t keep doing this Hermione. I would do anything for you, but please find someone else to help you.”
She knew she was being obtuse, believing that she could hold off on finding an Alpha for much longer. It was unfair of her to continue relying on Harry. So, Hermione reached one hand across the table and took Harry’s, while on the other hand she began scrolling through potential Alphas.
“I’ll give it a try.”
Severus went through the short inbox of potential omegas sent to him this month, once again feeling disappointed just seeing the screen names. He had already fucked Horny4Snakes and found they lacked anything aside from chemical attraction, even in heat he found her to be an uninteresting fuck and she found him to be too be a raging pervert. They parted amicably, but were happy to never see each other again . Flowerpower87 was only looking for a husband who could buy her everything her heart desired and JinxIOU was Pansy Parkinson, who he still could not see as an adult woman, despite being able to with the other women of her year.
He used this site on occasion, but was picky about how often he saw someone. He didn’t want an omega getting attached to him, nor did he want to fuck up and bite an omega, saddling himself with a mate and forcing a woman to deal with him for their rest if their life. Deep inside, he knew it would only take one slip, but he rationalized to himself that the less he engaged with an omega, the less likely he would be to mate them.
He enjoyed his solitude, and, despite his designations desire to see him strapped down with a woman and children, that wasn’t the life he wanted.
He was about to shut down the site when a new notification came in, and there, at the top of his inbox, was a new omega. Bennet81 was apparently a twenty-three year old omega who enjoyed reading, arithmancy, her cat (possibly a euphemism?) and had yet to spend a heat with an Alpha. She was only interested in a heat partner and did not want to meet beforehand. She also wanted minimal contact between heats if they decided to continue using each other.
He was one of the few Alpha’s found to be compatible with her personality, needs in a partner, and pheromones, the site stated they had a 92% compatibility based on hormonal testing,, and therefore was being ‘highly encouraged’ to accept the offer.
He scrolled to the most important section on her profile, the kinks. He had yet to find an Omega that didn’t have a praise kink of some kind, but liked to see what else caught this one's fancy. Choking and spanking were highly encouraged, as well as edging anding and anal play. Hard limits included the basics of blood and piss and feces, while also adding in knife play and degradation. Though the minx felt the need to let their potential match that words such as ‘slut, whore, and bitch’ were completely fine, however she did prefer sweet names.
After perusing her kinks, Severus accepted the offer to meet this mystery omega for their next heat, and was then met with a list of requirements.
Thank you for your speedy response. As I stated in my profile, I am not interested in more than a mutually beneficial, pleasurable exchange. If this first heat should go well, I would be happy to move our arrangement to a more long term contract which would, in the future, include your ruts as well as my heats.
At the moment I would appreciate a copy of a recently passed STI test. If you have contracted an infection that is currently being treated, please state that as well. Attached is my own, which was taken and passed 2 days ago.
I am of course on birth control, however should that fail us, I will seek out a termination. This is non-negotiable, so if this goes against any beliefs you may have about the rights I should have to my own body, let me know now so we may never speak again.
Throughout the duration of my heat I will be checking in with my best friend a minimum of twice a day. He is a beta and gay, if the more animalistic Alpha side of you cannot bear the brief sounds of another man's voice, please tell me now, as my check-ins with him are also non-negotiable.
If all this is amenable to you, please send your consent and let me know a good location to meet. My next heat should be coming in 2 weeks time, so please be prompt.
Reading through her list of needs, he was certain he had found someone who felt as burdened by their designation as he sometimes felt, and he looked forward to finding an omega who only wanted him for a time, and would leave him alone elsewise.
The day before Hermione’s heat always felt like the day before a major surgery. She and Harry spent that day gathering supplies, making sure all their affairs were in order, checking in on close friends to make sure they would be ok without them for a little while. But yesterday wasn’t like that.
The Alpha she was meeting was paying for a heat-suite for the two of them to share this week, stating that a neutral ground would be more comfortable for both of them. The suites included room service, lots of clean cozy blankets and pillows, and anything else she could possibly need. Outside of each door, a security guard would be listening in to make sure the omegas were safe. She knew this was the safest she would ever be during a heat. The only thing Hermoine planned to bring with her was her sex toys and her robe, all of which were in her beaded bag, resting in the palm of her hand.
So now, hours away from her heat, she was getting ready to meet the Alpha who she planned to use as a human dildo. Their check in was early, 8:00am to be exact, giving them very little time to decide if they were staying or not.
She planned it that way. She didn’t want to allow herself to back out. Even without talking to the man, she was already fantasizing about the weekend ahead. Her knickers had been changed twice this morning already because the whorish omega inside of her was drooling over the unknown man who would be fucking her.
“I’m going, Harry!” She yelled up the stairs, unable to wait a moment longer
“Get some good dick!” He responded groggily, obviously still in bed.
Reminding herself for the hundredth time that she had nothing to worry about, Hermione grabbed her things and apparated to the heat-hotel.
Severus arrived a day early to their rooms. Having done this before, he knew spending the night in their bed, allowing his scent to gather in the blankets, would provide an extra layer of comfort for a distressed and needy omega.
His own belongings were already placed throughout the room. Some of the blankets he was most fond of, 2 robes, both of which had been well-loved by him, a box of potions and balm when he and his mystery omega needed them.
He was nervous. He couldn’t deny it, no matter how hard he tried. It would have been easier if the witch spoke to him before the meeting, but it was very obvious he was to be nothing but a toy for her, which he wasn’t terribly opposed to. It simply unsettled him that he was coming into this situation at a disadvantage.
The times he’d done this before, he knew the omega’s personally. Quickly, he ascertained their needs, desires, kinks, and triggers, ensuring that the little witches only felt ecstasy with him.
Already, he felt himself stiffening, the memories of his previous omega partners teasing him of the fun about to come. It had been a bit too long since he was between a woman’s legs, let alone an omegas. His hands were wonderful, but he planned to make this omega crave him. She would long for him just enough to make her need him for a few days every month.
He heard shuffling outside the door and tamped down the desire to rush forward and greet her. Instead he summoned a book and sat, portraying an air of disinterested aloofness.
Though his facade almost shattered the moment her scent came to him. She smelled like spiced honey and the ripest peach he even beheld, intoxicating and overwhelming. It took every bit of control he possessed to not pin her against a wall and play with his delectable little treat. But he stayed calm and still, waiting for her to announce her arrival.
“Professor?”
His heart stopped for a moment. He knew that voice, but it didn’t belong to an omega, or atleast, not one he knew about.
For years he had been seeing Granger at work, and never once had he caught even the slightest whiff of her designation.
“Miss Granger. To say I am shocked would be an understatement. I had no idea.”
He remained seated as he spoke, using the moment to get a good look at her. Her hair was still a nest of riotous curls that he knew he would enjoy fisting as he fucked her from behind. The year since the war had been good to her. 5 years of plentiful food and minimal stress, or minimal in comparison to her younger years, had allowed her to fill out in all the best places. His palms itched with the desire to grasp at her breasts, thighs, and waist. He wondered how she liked to be touched. Many omegas enjoy it rough and hard, but he found some needed to be built up more gently, even in the throws of heat. He liked that better.
“No one does. And I intend for it to stay that way.” She shifted from side to side as she spoke, her thighs pressed tightly together. As he was taking in her looks, he could see that she had been doing the same, and based on her growing scent, she enjoyed everything she saw.
Severus stood and crossed the room, moving slowly as if approaching a wild animal.
“Are you still interested in staying, Granger?”
He did not want her to leave, and if he was reading her correctly, he knew she didn’t either. Or at least, the beast that lived inside of her didn’t want to leave. But he asked, because for a little while longer, the bright little witch was in charge of her body. He need to give her a final moment to choose
“I don’t know.” Her voice came out as more of a whimper than anything else, and Severus could see that time was truly running out.
“Miss Granger, I suggest you make a decision on if you wish to proceed soon.” Severus moved closer to her, towering over her and forcing her to tilt her head back to maintain eye contact.
“Because I can smell you, little one.” Hermione tried to look away, but Severus cupped her chin gently, needing to see those expressive eyes. “I can practically taste your sweet little cunt in the air, getting hot and wet and ready for a thick knot. So, little girl, it seems we are running out of time. Are you staying with me or are you taking your toys and going home?”
The girl shivered as he spoke, and her scent grew even thicker in the air. For a moment, she simply stared at him.
And then she pounced.
Hermione would be lying if she said she never fantasized about her former professor. As a teen, it had been the desire to gain his praise and the thrill of a secret relationship with an authority figure. As an adult, it came from the rumors of his abilities in bed, and his fascinating mind.
None of those things mattered to the animal that lived within her. A needy bitch whining and begging for release.
She moved without thought, jumping and wrapping her legs around Severus' waist. Her lips descended to his, desperate for a taste.
If he was surprised by her attack, he did not show it. His arms instantly wrapped around her, pressing her body impossibly close to him. Her core came into contact with him and she could not stop her traitorous body from grinding against him, craving friction. Her knickers were soaked through, and she wouldn’t be surprised if she was leaving a wet stain on Severus’ robes.
He chuckled against her lips before sliding his hand into her hair, yanking her head back, and dislodging her lips from his.
“Strip for me little one, I want to see you, Omega.”
She obeyed without thought, scrambling to remove her clothing and bare herself to him. Finally stripped, she hurried back to him only for him to raise his hand.
“Not yet, little one. I said I want to see you.” He gestured to the bed, and Hermione threw herself onto it, leaning against the pillows. They smelled like him, leather and sage and firewood.
Severus grabbed the chair he sat in and moved it to the very end of the bed, so he was seated right in front of her.
“Legs wide, Granger. Show me everything. I need you to show off your wet little cunt for me, Hermione. Show me how you take care of yourself when no one is there to play with you. I want you to tease yourself, Omega, nice and gently. Get yourself ready to take all of me.”
His wicked words only excited her more and she could feel her cunt pulsing around nothing. Slowly, she opened her legs. His eyes stayed trained at the apex between her thighs and he licked his lips. She wondered how that tongue would feel inside of her.
Remembering the Alpha’s other desire, Hermione moved her hands to her breast, fondling her nipples lightly, causing her to moan in delight.
“Good girl. Show me how you like to be touched, angel. Show me how to please you, Omega.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
Her back arched off the bed as he spoke, and she moved one hand between her thighs, stroking her clit. Her body was already on fire, but she moved slowly, just as he said.
“Please, Alpha. Please touch me,” Hermione said desperately. Her eyes locked onto his trouser where she could make out the straining bulge of his cock. “Please let me touch you!”
Severus left his seat and moved to sit on the bed, still eyeing her needy pussy.
“Very good, I can see how juicy your pussy is getting. You're making a mess, little one.”
One of his fingers began trailing up her thigh, only stopping when they came just shy of her cunt. Still, when he raised the finger in front of her face, it was glistening with her juices.
“Such a dirty little girl, what am I to do with you?”
Hermione watched in anticipation as Severus moved his finger to his lips and sucked her juices off with a groan.
“Delicious. Maybe I should clean you up, Omega. Would you like that?” Severus began feather kisses down her body, moving fully onto the bed “Would you like to feel this Alpha’s tongue lapping up your sweet slick pussy?”
“Yes Alpha! Please! Please lick my pussy, Severus.” Each kiss felt like a little shock, sending bolts of pleasure through her. Her entire being seemed to be made of erogenous zones, and each touch sent her moving closer and closer to an epic release.
“Since you asked so nicely, of course I will. But I need you to know something, angel.” Severus’ eyes shined with a wicked gleam. “I plan to lick your sweet cunt until you are a writhing mess, but you will only cum on my cock today.” He placed a light kiss on her pussy, causing Hermione to shiver “I will suck and lick and taste you to my heart's content, but you will not cum.”
“What if I get too close, Alpha?” Age had given her a greater backbone, but her desire to overachieve in tandem with her Omega side doubled her need to obey a command.
“You will tell me if you are close to coming, won’t you Omega?”
“Yes, Alpha”
“Good girl,” he said before diving between her thighs. He worked slowly, but precisely, alternating between flicking her engorged clit and fucking her dripping hole with his tongue. All the while Hermione thrashed and whimpered and begged for more.
She was already on edge just from his teasing and her own hands, but his talented tongue was already moving her close to climax.
“Alpha! I’m close! Please stop!”
And he did, his lips moving to kiss her thigh, and then her knee.
“Good girl, I am so proud of you. I could feel you cunt fluttering around my tongue, angel. I know that will feel so good around my cock, around my knot. You were so close and listened to me so well.”
Hermione took a deep breath.
“And now you will do it again.”
His head moved back to her cunt and he began his meal once more.
He brought her close to completion 3 more times. By then she was a sobbing mess, her heart was racing out of control and her mind was blank of everything but her overwhelming need.
“So wonderful for me, Omega. Such a good girl. I promise to let you come, little one.” Severus' hands were running over her body, kneading her thighs and waist as he went.
Hermione had noticed Severus had taken his clothes off until now, as he moved to kneel on the bed
“Turn around, Granger.”
Hermione rolled onto her stomach and bent her knees, presenting her whole to the Alpha.
“Please fuck me Alpha! Please, I need your cock, I need your cum.” She had been repeating something similar for the past hour as Severus’ tormented her.
“I know, angel.” His voice was husky and rich as he spoke. Hermione could feel the head of his cock parting her fold, gathering her juices before stilling just outside her hole.
“I'll give you just what you need,” he said sweetly before thrusting inside of her, filling her needy channel. He was huge, she had not gotten a peek at his cock before, but the delicious burn she felt as he rested inside of her told her enough about the size of his dick.
“Are you ready for me to move, little one?” he asked thickly, obviously restraining himself.
“Please fuck me Alpha,” she begged.
She didn’t need to turn around to know me was smirking wickedly behind her.
“Cum as much as you want, angel. You’ve earned it”
She had not expect or wanted him to be gentle, but was still surprised with the ferocity with which he fucked her. His thrusting was hard and deep, he would exit almost completely before sharply reinterring her cunt, knocking against the entrance of her womb and stealing her breath away. Her hip would surely be bruised from the deliciously way he was grasping them.
After being edged for so long, her first orgasm caught her off guard, her arms gave out from under her as she convulsed with powerful waves of pleasure, unable to support her as her whole body shook. But Severus did not stop or slow, even as her body now rested primarily on her chest and shoulders.
“That’s one, Angel. But I’m not done with you. Give me more, little one. I want to feel you losing yourself around me. Your tight hole feels so good around me. Cum again! Now!”
And she did, overwhelmed with the command she shuddered once more, babbling incoherently, begging for more while also begging for no more. She didn’t know what she needed more.
“Good girl!” His thrusting sped up and became more shallow, and Hermione could feel the beginnings of his knot forming at the base of his cock.
“You feel that angel? Do you want that inside of you? You want me to fill you up?”
“Please! Give me your knot! I want your cum! Please, I’ve been a good girl for you!” She went on like this for what felt like ages, her entire existence seemed to circle around the bulge knocking against the outside of her cunt.
“You have been a good girl. Cum for me again, Angel. Cum as I knot your little hole. Now!” His words were little more than gasps and he thrust inside of her, forcing the knot into her cunt.
The pressure of the knot entering her threw into the most consuming orgasm she had ever experienced. Her vision burned white as pleasure overtook her. She could feel his cum coating her cunt and moaned desperately for more.
For the first time in her life, her omega was fully satiated.
Severus' arms wrapped around Hermione’s middles, moving them to a spooning position so they could lay comfortably with his knot still lodged inside of her.
“Do you need anything, Miss Granger?”
Hermione giggled, finding it odd for him to call her that after fucking the daylights out of her.
“No, Professor Snape. I think you’ve done more than enough.” She continues to giggle until a hand wrapped gently around her throat.
“Go to sleep little Omega, because when you wake, I will show you what happens to sassy little bitches who like to play with fire and disrespect Alphas.”
Still giggling, Hermione snuggled more into his arms.
“Looking forward to it.”