"You're still beautiful." Lavender kissed her again, pressing their bodies together. Their cocks brushed, and they both moaned into each other's mouths. "God, Hermione—"
"Wait." Hermione pulled back slightly. "We need—if you're going to—there should be a contraceptive charm. Just in case."
"Right. Yes. Of course." Lavender fumbled for her wand. "Do you know it?"
"I researched it. After the condition started. Just in case." Hermione took the wand and pointed it at herself, murmuring an incantation. A soft glow briefly illuminated her lower belly before fading. "There. That should prevent any... accidents."
"Efficient as always."
"Someone has to be."
Lavender kissed her again, softer this time. "How do you want to...?"
"I'll lie back." Hermione arranged herself against the pillows, spreading her legs. Lavender could see everything now—her hard cock resting against her stomach, and below it, the soft pink folds of her pussy, glistening with arousal. "Like this?"
"Perfect," Lavender breathed. "You're perfect."
She positioned herself between Hermione's thighs, her own cock aching with need. This was happening. This was actually happening.
"Tell me if I should stop," she said. "If it hurts, or if you change your mind—"
"Lavender." Hermione reached up, cupping her face. "I want this. I want you inside me. Please."
Lavender guided herself to Hermione's entrance. The tip of her cock brushed against wet pussy, and they both shuddered.
"Ready?" Lavender asked.
"Ready."
Lavender pushed forward.
The sensation was—there were no words. Hermione's pussy opened for her, hot and slick and impossibly tight, and Lavender had to stop almost immediately, overwhelmed.
"Oh my God," she gasped. "Hermione—"
Hermione's eyes were wide, her mouth open in a silent 'O'. "Keep going. Don't stop. I need—I need all of you—"
Lavender pressed deeper, inch by inch, until her hips were flush against Hermione's. She could feel Hermione's cock trapped between their bellies, hot and hard, and the other girl's pussy clenching around her, and it was almost too much.
"Move," Hermione begged. "Please, Lavender, I—"
Lavender pulled back and thrust forward.
The sound Hermione made was beautiful—a high, keening moan that Lavender wanted to hear again and again. She set a rhythm, slow at first, learning the angle and depth that made Hermione gasp.
"Yes," Hermione panted. "Yes, like that—oh God, I can feel you—"
"You're so tight," Lavender groaned. "So wet. Hermione, you feel incredible—"
Their bodies moved together, finding a rhythm that worked for both of them. Hermione wrapped her legs around Lavender's waist, pulling her deeper, and Lavender braced herself on her forearms, watching Hermione's face contort with pleasure.
It was nothing like the dream. It was better—real and messy and perfect.
"I'm close," Lavender warned, feeling the pressure building. "Hermione, I'm going to—"
"Inside me," Hermione gasped. "Come inside me. I want to feel it—"
That was all it took. Lavender buried herself to the hilt and came, her cock pulsing, spilling deep inside Hermione. The pleasure crashed through her in waves, whiting out her vision, leaving her trembling and gasping.
When she could think again, she found herself still inside Hermione, still hard.
Hermione seemed to realise it too. "You're still..."
"Yeah." Lavender experimentally rolled her hips, and they both moaned. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No." Hermione's voice was desperate. "No, don't stop. I haven't—I need—"
Lavender looked down at Hermione's cock, flushed and leaking against her stomach. She hadn't come yet. She was still aching.
"Let me help," Lavender murmured.
She started moving again, slower this time, savouring the sensation of Hermione's pussy still clenching around her. At the same time, she reached between them and wrapped her hand around Hermione's cock.
It didn't take long.
"Oh—" Hermione's whole body arched. "Lavender—"
"I've got you." Lavender stroked in time with her thrusts, working Hermione from both ends. "Let go. I've got you."
It was overwhelming—Hermione's tight cunt, Hermione's hard cockin her hand, Hermione's moans filling the space around them. Lavender felt powerful in a way she never had before, giving so much pleasure all at once.
"I'm—I'm going to—" Hermione's voice broke.
"Cum for me," Lavender urged. "Cum while I'm fucking you senseless."
Hermione shattered.
Her pussy clamped down on Lavender's cock as she came, her own dick pulsing in Lavender's grip, spurting white across her stomach and chest. The rhythmic clenching pushed Lavender over the edge again, and she came a second time, adding to the warmth already filling Hermione.
They collapsed together, sweaty and satisfied, tangled in Hermione's ruined sheets.
"That was..." Hermione trailed off, seemingly unable to find words.
"Yeah," Lavender agreed breathlessly. "It really was."
"We should do that again."
"Definitely."
"Maybe tomorrow?"
"Maybe in an hour."
Hermione laughed, a surprised, delighted sound. "Insatiable."
"You love it."
"I really do."
They lay in comfortable silence, Lavender's cock finally softening enough to slip free. Hermione cast a quick cleaning charm—practical as always—and they curled together beneath the sheets.
"Thank you," Hermione murmured into Lavender's shoulder. "For waking me up. For asking."
"Thank you for saying yes."
"Anytime." Hermione pressed a kiss to her collarbone. "I mean that. Anytime you want, just ask."
Lavender held her tighter, feeling something warm bloom in her chest. This thing between them—whatever it was—was becoming something more than just mutual relief.
She wasn't sure what to call it yet. But she knew she didn't want it to stop.