The approach of utilizing her cognition and authoritative rewards worked flawlessly.
During the first two tasks she was definitely tense. But then she started to see mental challenges as a kind of test and relaxed.
Gradually immersing herself into analysis of perhaps the most important thing women can potentially analyze in such a situation - the sensual proofs of choosing the right partner for sex and fatherhood.
Albeit what was happening wasn’t technically sex, nevertheless it was one of the purest sexual acts possible. A complex weave of trust, initiative, tenderness, sexual arousal, and the symbolization of wide range of protection characteristics, not just typical physical ones.
From a certain point of view, analog of ”spiritual sex” practices with ”deep dive into the partner’s essence,” though in an extremely distilled form. And, oddly enough, "sex devoid of politics.”
Throughout thousands of years sex was used as a tool for reward, punishment, correction, control, indoctrination, self-expression, profit, and so on. Which molded sex into many things it wasn't.
But right now between me and her existed predominantly just echo of three evolutionary waves...
The first wave emerged hundreds millions years ago, by formation of two reproductive strategies.
Male bet on quantity of impregnations and offspring.
And female bet on offspring quality via taking care of them.
With obvious consequence: because there were always more males ready to mate than females, males competed for females through violence. And females evaluated violence in search of the most dangerous males, and mitigated related to it risks by submissive deescalation.
The second wave emerged millions of years ago, during the transformation of tropical forests into savannas.
Before this, main primates' food, leaves, was equally available to males, females, and cubs. Therefore, the relationships and sex of human ancestors didn’t much differ from how they exist among modern lesser apes.
But having lost leaves primates were forced to descend from trees and hunt. The group which males wanted sex the most, and therefore the most often coaxed by food females (in turn also the more often pregnant and caring for cubs) survived. And others became extinct.
This historical wave established fundamental homo sapiens sexual traits and needs. Essentially natural taxes.
For men - “periodic ejaculation or discomfort.”
And for women - “periodic attention from protectors and communication with them, or discomfort.”
The third wave emerged during wars with Neanderthals and ice ages, when humanity a few times was on the verge of extinction. But survived by the most effective utilization of sex differences: by less aggressive and bigger tribes with better sheltered, more empathetic, frequently give birth women.
Naturally, other factors were also important, but much less than reproduction rate and predominantly related to this socialization.
Three waves of essentially ”by lust and empathy we outfucking our problems.” That’s it.
Again, as a primordial fulcrum in the center of thick layers of rationalizations, ideologies, political conveniences, and others much more important from different perspectives things, but not from perspective of “just sex” and its origin.
And right now between Hermione and me essentially took place a small reconstruction of such primal chronology.
By my sexual initiative, persistence, wooing of her by promises of short and long term profits.
And her compliant consent to the sexual act for the sake of sensations of protection-related hints, and to secure such protection by my emotional and habitual bindings to her.
During tasks Hermione’s increasingly more flushed neck and dreamy face; quickened breathing through widening mouth with more frequently biting lips; twitching of facial, hands, parting legs muscles, indicated that everything good. But only when after “Excellent. I want to know more about you. Chronology, list aloud all of your experiences regarding your sexuality,” instead of unsure delays she began freely dreamily talk, as if habitually answering a teacher’s questions, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Most of her answers was just confirmed my rough guesses.
For instance, her first statements confirmed my theory about the main causes behind her unique personality.
Hermione Granger’s parents are dentists. Doctors. People with the most stressful and least tolerant-to-surprises job. And therefore yearned for something entirely opposite - a maximally calm, relaxed, predictable lifestyle. Which they instilled in Hermione from childhood: an aversion to unpredictability, and a drive for absolute knowledge in ONE area of expertise.
If not for the letter from Hogwarts, Hermione Granger would have followed the path of great many like her - after a short period of inquisitive searching, choosing ONE area of expertise — her stable shelter — and becoming an expert in it: great doctor, musician, mathematician, teacher, accountant, etc.
But due to the sudden expansion of the known world through magic, Hogwarts, friends, and the associated threats, her brain didn’t pick ONE area of expertise. Because with magic, EVERYTHING is possible, and dangers could emerge from anywhere, and in any form, she embraced EVERYTHING in preparation for EVERYTHING.
With the addition of her great innate emotional intelligence, empathy, and the female need for socialization, typical story of the “confined by specialization ideal role model” evolved into something indeed very close to a universal “ideal role model.” "Memory” version of it, not ”empathy” or ”adaptability” ones.
’Almost ideal in many aspects, but not in sexual ones,’ I thought.
One “perhaps wet dream” during high fever, one discovered father’s “lewd magazine,” a couple of talks with her parents and lessons at school about sex, a few conversations about relationships with other girls at Hogwarts, and a few innocent fantasies about marrying someone more experienced than her. Mainly Gilderoy Lockhart and Viktor Krum. Predictably without too stupid for her Draco Malfoy, too untidy Severus Snape, and almost brother-like Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
Sure, there was a kiss with Ron, but according to her, rather asexual one. After narrowly escaping death, and enormous victory, before facing another deadly peril, she wanted to embrace Ron, but, impulsively answered Ron’s wants by “something more than embrace,” which almost immediately ended with making fun of it.
It’s not that she was really against such a kiss. Rather, she did the kiss not to resolve her sexual wants and mutual romantic tension, as it was in the book, but as a not particularly important experiment and Ron's awarding.
Now, if Ron had escalated, as happened in the original future, she, of course, would have agreed to sex and marriage. But again, not because of want, but because of better simplicity of such decision compared to the more unknown, atypical, scary alternatives. Besides all this there were also many fears about marriage in her second life. And nothing else.
Not a single attempt of masturbation. Even during times when typical female sexuality temporary gets closer to typical male sexuality - during combination of spring rut‑like hormonal peaks and ovulation.
Essentially an absolute sexual clean slate. Which didn’t really please me very much. It was, of course, better than if she were a rectal‑prolapse‑virgin, but it still came with substantial risks related to characteristic to her stubbornness. And a great costs to my time for her education about all known to me peculiarities of human sexuality.
Among many reasons, because the more women know about congenital factors, sexual variety, emotional and hormonal tricks - the less they fear related unknowns, and the more they become flexible and efficient in sexual life. Of course, with a few caveats because of which many men and politicians preferable women sexual ignorance. But in my case, not very relevant to me.
I stood by the bed where flushed Hermione lay and delivered my verdict: “You are utterly sexually ignorant.”
“If I had thought about romantic relationships instead of studying, I wouldn’t have survived to the fifth year,” she partially returned from haze and answered with angry, and a little feral, undertones. And by rather great argument.”
’Tread lightly, Max, don’t forget about her anger.’
"Fair. It's not an attack, but a neutral assessment of absolutely normal for your age experience. And you never wanted to relieve such enormous stress sexually?"
"As I already said, I sometimes thought about the possibility of a relationship, but only as something in the distant future. When I'll have time for it. Which was never enough even for more immediate problems," she said more calmly, but still with irritation in her voice.
"And masturbation? Just a couple of minutes and a few extra movements in the shower than usual?" I pressed.
"I... I just never understood how something like this can help," she defended herself, with returning to voice shyness and touch of guilt.
'Yea, if men didn't have spermatogenesis, if the penis glans were twice as sensitive and many times smaller, a few would think, "Hey, touching this is so unpleasant, but why not just keep going, maybe it will suddenly feel good?" At least before watching hours of porn examples. And even then. No spermatogenesis - no biological need, and therefore necessity to remember and consciously decide about such entertainment. Many women don’t often masturbate just because they just forget about a such possibility for months.”
"Well, your ignorance at least yields quite a few charges, 0.8 so far. But your mind and body are certainly capable of much more," I declared in a slightly displeased tone. And ahead of her retort, I added, "From this moment, do only what I tell you and answer only my questions.
Spread your legs.
Wider. WIDER.
Good.
Start clenching your legs, especially calf, muscles. As hard as you can without overstraining them to the point of accumulating fatigue and strain.
Now, the abdominal muscles.
All the pelvic muscles you can.
Now, alternately.
Find a comfortable rhythm. Noticeable and without fatigue."
After watching the slow movement of her clothing for a couple of minutes, I continued.
"Good. Open your eyes. Look into my eyes. Sit against the wall, pulling your knees to your chest. Keep tightening the muscles. As strongly and as often as possible, while still comfortable.
Well done. Truly. Many in your place would be frightened, but you don't let fear of the new, doubts, and unfamiliar emotions stop you. This is exactly the Hermione Granger I have always admired," I said, looking into her eyes. She shivered, straightened a little, and subconsciously lifted the corners of her ineptly biting lips.
When her broken breathing turned to panting, I moved in close and said, "Squeeze your legs and hips tight. Harder. Clench the muscles more.
Faster.
Flawless. I can't imagine a better assistant than you—" She averted her gaze from me and buried her face in her knees, and her thighs began to squirm.
"—you not only trusted a stranger for a good cause, but you still haven't made a single mistake. Wonderful. Not a single reason for criticism. Exceptional—" Her body trembled. "—I think I know why, of all the characters, I chose you. No one can compare to you in— learning new things—"
She let out a prolonged moan and her body abruptly jerked backward, her back striking the headboard. Immediately after that, her legs sharply shot forward and were used to lift her pelvis upward. But since this happened already during orgasmic convulsions and after a long contraction of the leg muscles, the orgasmic spasms moved into her legs, causing them to buckle and her pelvis to fall onto the bed, adding another unexpected stimulation.
She sharply cried out “Ah!” and immediately began to lift her pelvis again with trembling legs. This time with the help of, sliding her body lower, arching back and gripping the sheet hands.
After about ten seconds of bucking her trembling hips and showing me a large wet spot on her crotch, Hermione lowered her pelvis, turned abruptly onto her side, and with a prolonged “AHhhhhh” curled into the fetal position.
Not wanting to frighten her, I waited about a minute, then continued to use her praise kink. “Great. Excellent. Perfect. Stretch your legs forward.” I checked how conscious she was, and in confirmation, she slowly stretched her legs forward.
“Tighten your legs firmly together. Tighter.
Magnificent.
Make sharp thrusts, forward and back. This may be a little unpleasant, but it’s okay. Just do the thrusts. Splendid. Attagirl.”
The joke that men only have enough blood for only one head is ignorant. The capacity of a woman’s pelvis for extra blood is so immense that it often takes no less than 10 minutes of fully filling up before the first warning tingles. And they often need even more time to drain additional blood out, with a similarly very slow release of sexual arousal.
The more blood in vessels - the more their sensitivity, as in case of post-orgasmic one, during which body literally beg brain to stop pumping blood even more. And the better cardiovascular system - the easier to achieve this state.
Therefore, for someone with two great magical lineages such pelvic sensitivity was rather expected. As well as what happened just after 5 pelvic thrusts accompanied by increasingly louder pleading moans and whimpers.
Hermione let out a partly lewd and partly painful cry, sharply turned over onto her back, spread her legs wide, and with trembling legs and arching back began lifting her pelvis up again.
Again showing me, partly visible through her soaked pantaloons, a wet pussy.
‘So much wasted potential. Without any confines her muscles don't have anything they can contract against, losing all energy-conversion-efficiency of orgasm into air,’ raged my internal orgasm critic. ’Also, with such a great sensitivity in the future it will be better to go by the mental or chest development path. At most, buttocks, but not overload clitoris. The risks are incredibly low, but women sexuality really fucking weird, there are always a possibility that because of overly great sensitivity body will suddenly decide to temporarily suppress, or even disable it.’
After a lasting air-fucking, sweaty Hermione carefully lowered her pelvis and began to breathe. Heavily, greedily, and somewhat enduring. Still holding her slightly trembling legs tensed, as if fearing full contact of them with the bed.
Getting close to the bed, but not climbing onto it, I began praising her again: "Excellent. Exactly what I wanted. You’re doing great.
After giving her a couple of minutes to catch her breath I commanded, “Get up from the bed.”
With prolonged groan, she propped herself up on her arms, sat up, and crawled to the edge of the bed. There, avoiding my gaze, she sat down, adjusted her — partly wet from juices and partly damp from sweat — clothes, and slowly stood up.
“Come to me.”
When she approached, still looking at my chest, I reciprocated and looked at her breasts and sizable nipples peeking out from under her shirt. As for me, at least with almost optimal size.
“Look me in the eyes,” I said taking eyes off her chest.
Hermione shyly lifted her flushed and glistening face and looked at me with a scorching shy expression. Much more expressive than during the orgasm, when her face seemed to be unsure what to express and therefore showed predominantly strain and wonder.
“Good job. Excellent control. Gorgeous body responsiveness. And, of course, you were absolutely beautiful during the orgasm. Especially your cute vaginal clenching—”
Hermione’s eyes suddenly rolled back, and her body shook and swayed.
“Another confirmation of my words. Perfect,” I said, barely restraining myself from hugging her and kissing her passionately. “Sit at the desk.” This clearly surprised her, but she didn’t hesitate and did as I said, wriggling slightly in the chair.
”In the future, a rather popular kink is related to the penetration of the penis into the womb or filling it with semen," I said in an absolutely calm and measured voice, despite the feeling that I was slowly losing consciousness from the intense heat. ”Which, of course, is silly, since the womb is not airtight - the fallopian tubes are open and lead to the abdomen, which makes something like this life-threatening...
But not for me.
With Power Manipulation, sooner or later, I’ll be able to safely fill wombs with my semen. Or transform into an octopus-like form and fill all women's holes. Or make hours of absolutely uninterrupted friction. Or with the possibility of anal sex on demand with full body cleansing by a single touch,” I listed typical fanfiction banalities to someone from the pre-Internet era with an obvious result of enormous reddening of her... everything.
”Now, write down 15 of your sexual fantasies.
What you dreamed about before. Or what you would theoretically want me to do with you right now. Or about someone else and in different situation. Or about something which seems almost impossible, but still theoretically can occur with help of magic or Power Manipulation.
Anything you find the most wanted and arousing. Begin.”