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Andromeda Tonks Black guided Hermione Granger into the dimly lit chamber, the air thick with the scent of arousal and anticipation. The older alpha's presence was commanding, her dark eyes locking onto the young omega's wide, nervous gaze. Hermione trembled, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as if to shield herself from the very idea of what was about to happen. She had never been touched like this, never even allowed her thoughts to wander into such forbidden territory. The concept of mating filled her with dread and shame, her prude nature screaming that this was wrong, indecent.
"Shh, little one," Andromeda murmured, her voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Hermione's spine. She cupped the omega's chin gently, tilting her face up. "You're safe with me. I'll show you how good this can feel. Just let go." Hermione whimpered, her lips parting in protest, but no words came. Her body betrayed her, heat pooling between her thighs despite the knot of insecurity twisting in her gut.
Andromeda's hands were firm yet patient as she eased Hermione onto the soft furs of the mating bed. She stripped the omega slowly, peeling away layers of clothing that Hermione clutched at desperately. When the last garment fell, Hermione's pale skin prickled in the cool air, her small breasts heaving with anxious breaths. She squeezed her eyes shut, mortified by her own nudity, her untouched pussy already slick with instinctive need.
The alpha shed her own robes, revealing her toned, mature body and the thick cock jutting proudly from her hips—girthy and long, veined and ready. Hermione peeked through her lashes, then gasped and looked away, her face burning. "I-I'm not sure I can..." she stammered, voice small.
"You can, and you will," Andromeda praised, kneeling between Hermione's legs. She coaxed the omega's thighs apart with strong hands, spreading them wide to expose the tight, pink folds glistening with wetness. Hermione whined, trying to close her legs, but Andromeda held firm, her thumbs brushing lightly over the sensitive inner skin. The touch was electric; Hermione jolted, a sharp moan escaping her lips as sparks of pleasure shot through her core.
"That's it, such a responsive girl," Andromeda cooed, leaning down to press a kiss to Hermione's knee. She trailed her fingers up, ghosting over the omega's quivering flesh until she reached the slick entrance. Hermione's breath hitched, her body arching involuntarily at the feather-light caress. "So sensitive... I love how you react to me already."
Starting slow, Andromeda circled Hermione's clit with one finger, the nub swelling under the attention. Hermione cried out, her hips bucking as waves of unfamiliar sensation crashed over her. It was too much, too intense—every swirl sent her nerves alight, her prude mind reeling in shame even as her pussy clenched emptily. "Oh gods, please... it's embarrassing," she gasped, tears pricking her eyes.
"Nothing to be ashamed of, pet," Andromeda soothed, sliding one finger inside the tight heat. Hermione's walls fluttered around the intrusion, so snug it made the alpha groan. The omega's whine turned into a keening moan, her body clamping down as the digit probed deeper, curling to stroke that hidden spot. Juices coated Andromeda's hand, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Hermione's thighs shook, her insecurity melting under the building pressure.
Andromeda added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch the virgin channel. Hermione sobbed with pleasure, her back bowing off the bed. Each twist and thrust ignited fireworks behind her eyelids, her clit throbbing untouched. "You're doing so well, taking my fingers like a good omega. Feel how wet you are for me? That's your body begging for more."
The praise washed over Hermione like warm honey, easing her nerves just enough. But the sensitivity overwhelmed her—by the time Andromeda introduced a third finger, pumping steadily, Hermione shattered. Her first orgasm ripped through her, pussy spasming wildly around the digits as she screamed, juices squirting onto Andromeda's palm. Her whole body convulsed, toes curling, but the alpha didn't stop, crooking her fingers to prolong the waves.
"Beautiful," Andromeda breathed, withdrawing her hand slick with cream. Hermione panted, oversensitive and dazed, but Andromeda wasn't done preparing her. She positioned the omega on her back, knees drawn up and thighs splayed impossibly wide, pinning them open with her own legs. The alpha's cock nudged at the entrance, the fat head parting the folds. Hermione's eyes flew open, panic flickering. "W-wait, it's too big... I can't..."
"You can, my sweet virgin," Andromeda assured, rubbing the tip along the slit to coat it in slick. She pushed in slowly, inch by girthy inch, the stretch burning sweetly. Hermione wailed, her nails digging into the furs as her pussy yielded, walls gripping the invading shaft like a vice. Every ridge and vein dragged against her insides, sending jolts of ecstasy-pain through her. She was so sensitive, the fullness made her sob, but the alpha's praises anchored her. "So tight, clenching me so perfectly. You're made for this, Hermione."
Once fully sheathed, Andromeda paused, letting the omega adjust. Hermione's breaths came in ragged gasps, her body trembling from the sheer intensity. Then the alpha began to move, shallow thrusts that built to deeper ones, her hips snapping forward. Hermione moaned loudly with each plunge, her pussy slurping around the cock, the wet slaps echoing. Her clit ground against Andromeda's pubic bone, friction building her toward another peak.
The alpha's control was absolute, hands gripping Hermione's hips to angle her just right, pounding into that sweet spot. Hermione's whines turned to pleas, her insecurity forgotten in the haze of pleasure. "It feels... ah! Too good..." she cried, her second orgasm crashing over her as the cock hammered relentlessly. She clenched hard, milking the shaft, but Andromeda only growled, thrusting harder.
As their scents mingled and the heat intensified, Andromeda's dominance surged. She flipped Hermione onto her stomach with ease, manhandling her into position—head pressed down into the furs, ass lifted high and presented. Hermione whimpered in submission, her thighs quaking, pussy exposed and dripping. "Stay like that," Andromeda commanded, slapping the omega's ass lightly to make her jolt.
She mounted from behind, slamming back inside with a brutal thrust. Hermione screamed, the new angle driving the cock deeper, battering her cervix. The alpha's pace turned rough, hips pistoning like a machine, balls slapping against Hermione's clit. Each impact made the omega keen, her body oversensitive now, every nerve screaming. Andromeda gripped her waist, pulling her back onto the cock, using her like a toy.
"That's my good girl, taking it all," Andromeda panted, her voice rough with lust. She reached around to pinch Hermione's clit, rolling it harshly. The omega bucked, her third orgasm building fast and fierce. Her walls fluttered warningly, and as Andromeda's knot began to swell at the base, locking them together, Hermione came undone. She clenched impossibly tight, pussy convulsing in rhythmic squeezes, squirting around the knot as she wailed.
Her thighs snapped shut instinctively, quivering and shaking to shield her overstimulated clit from the relentless grinding. But Andromeda held her open, the knot inflating fully, stretching her to the limit. The alpha roared, thrusting once more before erupting—hot cum flooding Hermione's depths in thick spurts, filling her womb until it overflowed. Hermione's body milked every drop, her multiple climaxes leaving her limp and sobbing in ecstasy.
Locked together, Andromeda collapsed over her, nuzzling her neck. "You were perfect, little omega. So responsive, so mine." Hermione could only whimper, spent and claimed, her prude walls shattered by the pleasure she'd never known she craved.