I've already shifted my attention to creation of a new fic, but I don't want to drop this fic just a few chapters before the originally envisioned main resolution. Thus, a speed-up compromise with denser chapters.
"Alright, I agree," she said irritably after a few seconds of contemplation. "I can refuse at any moment, right?" she asked, her voice filled with hope.
"Of course," I confirmed.
"What’s next?" she asked impatiently.
"Nothing. Just relax."
"Relax?"
"Yes, relax. Don’t say anything. Just listen to the silence. If it’s comfortable for you, close your eyes and do this," I said, showing her the palms of my hands with spread fingers and placing them on the table, palms down. By sensitivity of palms and the coolness of the table creating a simple thought-sink.
Hermione looked at me questioningly, then averted her gaze to the wall, and we started to just sit in silence.
From the perspective of consciousness - doing nothing.
But from the perspective of the subconscious? Even without any physical actions, we were now engaged into the most complex and significant social interaction — a mix of drama, comedy, and tragedy — in existence.
The more important a factor is for evolutionary selection - the more it is supported by innate instinctive reactions.
And what could be more important for evolutionary selection than the behavior in the moments just before conception?
Therefore, with each passing second of 'inactivity,' Hermione's body was flooded by typical for such situations instincts, hormones, emotions, and thoughts.
A minute later, Hermione closed her eyes and relaxed in the chair. And after a while, placed her hands according to my recommendation. In part because of the same reason why she had said "yes."
Because she was a woman which was not accustomed to associate sexual triggers predominantly with results of own imagination. Therefore, typically held back development of her sexuality until the first romantic relationships. So that her hormones and curiosity could suddenly explode with the strongest possible falling‑in‑love, Nerve Growth Factor, mutual adaptation response for the sake of the best longevity of relationship with her children's father.
And because of her women’s instinctive submission created during millions years of sexual dimorphism. Distribution between sexes equal number of adaptive traits, but with different specialization.
Right now Hermione repeated what had helped her human, hominidae, mammals, lizard ancestors efficiently survive and reproduce in similar situations.
And judging by her pink neck, fluttering eyelids, quickened breath, a little wiggles of her pelvis, being rewarded for this by increasing sexual pleasure and hormonal sink into even deeper depths of typical sexual reactions.
But by this, because of her virginal body and mind, quickly spending very small resource of her self-control, and closing my very short window of opportunity.
Which I planned to turn into enormous gates... Not just fuck her, but fuck her whole. Not dissimilarly to popular narratives of women romantic fiction like "Quiet mysterious powerful entity's infatuation-at-first-sight, which rapidly evolve into uncontrollable all-encompassing passion” popular narrative and in "mysterious stranger" sexual fantasy. But on my terms.
’Fuck, I hope I'm not a character of some women's smut fic... Just in case, I should create a collection of good sticks.'
When Hermione finally began unsteadily breathing through her parted lips, I knew it was time.
"Hermione," I said seriously, using undertones of a strict teacher. She sharply opened her eyes and looked at me with a gaze full of contradictions.
For a few seconds, I just looked at her feeling as driver behind the wheel of most expensive and fastest supercar.
All my plans was true for normal woman, not for such unique combination of logical, emotional, moral characteristics. An analog of Star Trek character. Human, but also a little more.
But I squeezed doubts and, after dramatic pause, continued.
”What's under your outerwear?”
”Shirt and pantaloons,” she meekly answered, still partly looking at wall.
”I said that I wouldn’t ask to show your naked body to me, but with outerwear it’s without alternative - it’s going to get very hot for you very soon. Take off it.”
”It’s already very hot...” she shyly said and started to undress. Slowly exposing baggy and revealing almost nothing white underwear.
I said nothing until she fully took off her outerwear, neatly folded it on a chair, and stood near me with shyly, but somehow serious, expression on her face.
”Good.
Don't say anything except for answering my questions. Just do what I tell you.
If you cannot to do something - right away say ’No.’ Don't fear any consequences for this.
Now, lie down comfortably on the bed.
Close your eyes. Don't be afraid, I won't touch you.
So far everything alright? Are you feeling well?”
”Yes, thank you,” she said on her way to the bed.
Soon, approximately once every 4-5 minutes, I began stating simple tasks.
”Good. Now, remember everything I said to you about my power.”
”Good. Imagine threats that even my power couldn't defend against.”
”Good. Imagine theoretical absolutely perfect romantic partner for yourself.”
”Good. Imagine feasible circumstances under which possible emergence of a such perfect partner’s characteristics.”
”Good. Imagine circumstances that are more favorable for creation of the perfect partner’s characteristics than by my power in me.”
”Good. Slowly and methodically list aloud the characteristics you want to see in an ideal partner. The more you will be frank - the more I will be frank with you in the future about the same.”
All women desire absolute external protection for themselves and their offspring.
So that their partners were strong, agile, handsome, young, experienced, intelligent, with great potential, proactive, brave, ruthless to her enemies, independent of anyone except of her, with high social status and powerful clan support, charismatic, friendly conformist, moral, wealthy, reliable, faithful, kind, understanding, gentle, and so on.
Impossibility.
Due to time limitations and contradictory qualities, all women desire to see in their chosen ones an impossible mix of quantitative and qualitative traits. So much impossible that even the most idealized versions of super-princes never have everything at once.
And even if some woman would receive everything she wants and at once? Even a theoretically perfect woman with an absolutely perfect partner and perfect environment would still, at least a little, would fear that it wasn’t enough. Because her ancestors who didn’t have similar fears, and desires for “always more,” just didn’t survive. Because such insatiable greed is integral part of femininity, in the same way as a Coolidge effect - of masculinity.
Double impossibility. Physically and mental.
Yet. By my ”But not with Power Manipulation!” hints, forcing her conscious to pass theoretical possibility of perfection to her subconscious, forcing it to hystericall screams: “!!!GRAB!!!”
Even before my use of Power Manipulation for unimaginable pleasure, and oversaturation of her with aftercare’s reassurances about my absolute reliability.
”Excellent. I want to know more about you. Chronology, list aloud all of your experiences regarding—"