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tamingthemuseTitle: Mirror, Mirror
Author: DarQuing
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairings: Harry Potter/Hermione
Rating: NC17
Prompt: #107 In Absentia![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tamingthemuse
Warnings: SoloF
Summary: Hermione plays while Harry watches
Disclaimer: I don’t own the HP-verse, unfortunately. No money being made and no offense intended
A/N: My first entry ontamingthemuse
Hermione finished her shower and pulled a phallic-shaped object from a hidden compartment in her luggage. She then picked up a mirror laying on the nightstand next to the bed whispering Harry Potter into it. The two of them talked like this at least once a day to help each other unwind from the day. He was still at their home in Hogwarts while she was at a meeting for Transfiguration Masters and Mistresses.
Harry finally picked it up, the faint echo of his hand signing 'I Love You' disappearing, causing her to reply with, "I love you, too, Harry."
His eyes lit up as he smiled, "How are you, love?"
Hermione blushed faintly at the endearment, "Good now that I'm talking to you." She could feel goosepimples creep along her shoulders and her nipples tighten as he spoke to her. They'd been married for three years and the passion hadn't diminished since they first started dating. Harry and Hermione had always been close, but during the rebuilding of the British Wizarding World, the two had become even closer and got married within a year.
"Is that right? I know you were feeling especially good earlier today." Harry said smiling softly.
Her vagina began to dampen in memory of the event in question as she blushed in embarrassment, "Really? I don't know what you're talking about."
"Are you sure? I believe it was around three thirty this afternoon, I was giving a presentation to the Wizengamot." he recounted where he'd been at the time, his eyes twinkling playfully.
"I may have been doing something with myself at the time." Hermione said, slowly rubbing one of her breasts.
Harry chuckled, "It's probably a good thing I was almost done so I could go home and take care of my little problem."
His wife raised an eyebrow and giggled, "Little? You are hardly little, Mr. Potter," she held up the fake penis, "I was using this at the time since you're the only person to really satisfy me."
He nodded and smiled, "Perhaps you could show me what you were doing with it at the time."
Hermione attached the mirror to the wall and angled it towards her mouth. She then slowly licked the underside of the magic dildo, smiling at her husband's moans of pleasure. When she reached the top, she flicked her tongue across the tip before kissing it noisily. Hermione squeezed one of her breasts as she licked the underside of the fake phallus.
Looking up she could see Harry's face contorted with pleasure, his hands linked behind his head. Hermione giggled, knowing how much her husband wanted to touch himself, or her. She slowly slid the dildo into her mouth, watching his face, moaning softly at the desire in his eyes. Mrs. Potter sucked on it as she slid it out of her mouth, rubbing her throbbing clit.
"Mmm, you're so bloody hot, Hermione," Harry hissed and groaned, watching her suck the fake penis as if it was his cock, "I can feel your mouth around my cock."
She continued to play with her vagina and suck on the dildo, imagining that it was actually her husband's cock in her mouth. After awhile she turned around so her vagina was facing the mirror and slid the penis shaped object between her nether lips a few times, moaning softly when it slid over her clitoris. Glancing at the mirror she could see him watching the action on her feminine folds avidly.
Hermione stopped for a few minutes to grab her wand from the nightstand and tapped the dildo with her wand as she slid the dildo into her vagina, "Mobili Dildo," and sighed with pleasure as it slid in and out of her pussy. It started off with long, slow strokes, just like Harry would do sometimes, as she played with her nipples. Occasionally it would stay inside her, wiggling slightly, which caused her to arch her back slightly and squeeze her breasts.
"Just imagine what I'd be doing to you if I were really there with you. I'd have my fingers buried in your twat and sucking on your nipple," Harry told her huskily, "Telling you I love you in Parseltongue," Hermione moaned, imagining his magic tongue on her nipple and his magic fingers inside her, "And then I'd place butterfly kisses down your stomach, slowly licking around your bellybutton on my way down, to lick up the juices leaking from your pussy," Mrs. Potter's pussy made slight squishing noises as the animated dildo gradually quickened it's pace, "And then do you know what I'd do, honey?" he asked her, licking his lips and watching her face.
She moaned softly, on the precipice of her orgasm, "What would you do, love?"
"I would place my tongue against your lovebutton, and tell you how much I love you, how beautiful you are, how lucky I am to have found you, and all the things I love about you. All in Parseltongue." Harry whispered, holding off his own orgasm.
Hermione shrieked out Harry's name in the throws of her orgasm, her back arching off the bed, semi-consciously hearing Harry groan out her name as his seed shot out onto his stomach.
The two lay in their respective beds, catching their breaths. Hermione tapped the dildo with her wand as she said, "Finite Incantum," and slowly pulled it out. She slowly licked the juices off, moaning softly as she did so.
Harry groaned at the feeling of her tongue on his prick, "Mmm, Hermione, as much as I'd love to go again, we both have things we need to do tomorrow."
She reluctantly set the dildo aside and rubbed her breasts, stretching languidly, "If we must," Hermione smiled, "That was the best masturbation ever, though. Almost as good as sex."
He chuckled, "Like sex in absentia?"
"Hmm, yeah. The only thing missing is you." Hermione giggled.
Harry chuckled, "Good night, sweetheart."
"Good night, honey." she placed the mirror on its front on the nightstand. Hermione pulled on one of Harry's shirts to sleep in and slipped under the covers, quickly falling asleep.
~THE END~
Author: DarQuing
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairings: Harry Potter/Hermione
Rating: NC17
Prompt: #107 In Absentia
tamingthemuseWarnings: SoloF
Summary: Hermione plays while Harry watches
Disclaimer: I don’t own the HP-verse, unfortunately. No money being made and no offense intended
A/N: My first entry on
tamingthemuseHermione finished her shower and pulled a phallic-shaped object from a hidden compartment in her luggage. She then picked up a mirror laying on the nightstand next to the bed whispering Harry Potter into it. The two of them talked like this at least once a day to help each other unwind from the day. He was still at their home in Hogwarts while she was at a meeting for Transfiguration Masters and Mistresses.
Harry finally picked it up, the faint echo of his hand signing 'I Love You' disappearing, causing her to reply with, "I love you, too, Harry."
His eyes lit up as he smiled, "How are you, love?"
Hermione blushed faintly at the endearment, "Good now that I'm talking to you." She could feel goosepimples creep along her shoulders and her nipples tighten as he spoke to her. They'd been married for three years and the passion hadn't diminished since they first started dating. Harry and Hermione had always been close, but during the rebuilding of the British Wizarding World, the two had become even closer and got married within a year.
"Is that right? I know you were feeling especially good earlier today." Harry said smiling softly.
Her vagina began to dampen in memory of the event in question as she blushed in embarrassment, "Really? I don't know what you're talking about."
"Are you sure? I believe it was around three thirty this afternoon, I was giving a presentation to the Wizengamot." he recounted where he'd been at the time, his eyes twinkling playfully.
"I may have been doing something with myself at the time." Hermione said, slowly rubbing one of her breasts.
Harry chuckled, "It's probably a good thing I was almost done so I could go home and take care of my little problem."
His wife raised an eyebrow and giggled, "Little? You are hardly little, Mr. Potter," she held up the fake penis, "I was using this at the time since you're the only person to really satisfy me."
He nodded and smiled, "Perhaps you could show me what you were doing with it at the time."
Hermione attached the mirror to the wall and angled it towards her mouth. She then slowly licked the underside of the magic dildo, smiling at her husband's moans of pleasure. When she reached the top, she flicked her tongue across the tip before kissing it noisily. Hermione squeezed one of her breasts as she licked the underside of the fake phallus.
Looking up she could see Harry's face contorted with pleasure, his hands linked behind his head. Hermione giggled, knowing how much her husband wanted to touch himself, or her. She slowly slid the dildo into her mouth, watching his face, moaning softly at the desire in his eyes. Mrs. Potter sucked on it as she slid it out of her mouth, rubbing her throbbing clit.
"Mmm, you're so bloody hot, Hermione," Harry hissed and groaned, watching her suck the fake penis as if it was his cock, "I can feel your mouth around my cock."
She continued to play with her vagina and suck on the dildo, imagining that it was actually her husband's cock in her mouth. After awhile she turned around so her vagina was facing the mirror and slid the penis shaped object between her nether lips a few times, moaning softly when it slid over her clitoris. Glancing at the mirror she could see him watching the action on her feminine folds avidly.
Hermione stopped for a few minutes to grab her wand from the nightstand and tapped the dildo with her wand as she slid the dildo into her vagina, "Mobili Dildo," and sighed with pleasure as it slid in and out of her pussy. It started off with long, slow strokes, just like Harry would do sometimes, as she played with her nipples. Occasionally it would stay inside her, wiggling slightly, which caused her to arch her back slightly and squeeze her breasts.
"Just imagine what I'd be doing to you if I were really there with you. I'd have my fingers buried in your twat and sucking on your nipple," Harry told her huskily, "Telling you I love you in Parseltongue," Hermione moaned, imagining his magic tongue on her nipple and his magic fingers inside her, "And then I'd place butterfly kisses down your stomach, slowly licking around your bellybutton on my way down, to lick up the juices leaking from your pussy," Mrs. Potter's pussy made slight squishing noises as the animated dildo gradually quickened it's pace, "And then do you know what I'd do, honey?" he asked her, licking his lips and watching her face.
She moaned softly, on the precipice of her orgasm, "What would you do, love?"
"I would place my tongue against your lovebutton, and tell you how much I love you, how beautiful you are, how lucky I am to have found you, and all the things I love about you. All in Parseltongue." Harry whispered, holding off his own orgasm.
Hermione shrieked out Harry's name in the throws of her orgasm, her back arching off the bed, semi-consciously hearing Harry groan out her name as his seed shot out onto his stomach.
The two lay in their respective beds, catching their breaths. Hermione tapped the dildo with her wand as she said, "Finite Incantum," and slowly pulled it out. She slowly licked the juices off, moaning softly as she did so.
Harry groaned at the feeling of her tongue on his prick, "Mmm, Hermione, as much as I'd love to go again, we both have things we need to do tomorrow."
She reluctantly set the dildo aside and rubbed her breasts, stretching languidly, "If we must," Hermione smiled, "That was the best masturbation ever, though. Almost as good as sex."
He chuckled, "Like sex in absentia?"
"Hmm, yeah. The only thing missing is you." Hermione giggled.
Harry chuckled, "Good night, sweetheart."
"Good night, honey." she placed the mirror on its front on the nightstand. Hermione pulled on one of Harry's shirts to sleep in and slipped under the covers, quickly falling asleep.
~THE END~
