21st chapter was flagged by Patreon for things which was, IMHO, absent in it.
At first I don't wanted to rewrite it, but because of FederationFan comment I decided to divide chapter into independent blocks, delete potentially violative connections between them, and change potentially violative context to more neutral.
If you want, you can just skip 2 parts of 21st chapter altogether.
While Hermione was writing, I sat on the sofa nearby and tried to grasp reality.
Not very successful. Because of... many things.
Perhaps most of them could be resolved by Renewal. But when I wasn’t sure whether I really wanted a long-term relationship with Hermione, I still wanted to lay the best “romantic” foundation for this from the very beginning. The risks of a sudden mental breakdown could hardly contribute to this.
No, for the best romantic foundation — more so with person who likely was better than me on any level — I needed the exact opposite.
At least confidence and understanding of what I was doing. But most of all, for someone with such ridiculously strong evaluative and meticulous characteristics, I needed something big. Amazement, wonder, yearning, but still with a lot of logicality and predictability.
And in general terms I knew how to give this to her.
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“Hey, Hermione, I have a theoretical question. Two sexual partners. The first is so good that finding a better sexual partner for the second one becomes almost impossible. Is it moral for the first partner to fully use their capabilities on the second?”
”A-are such capabilities addictive?” she asked in a slightly trembling voice.
”No, not per-se, just by great pleasure.”
”T-then no.”
”Even if the second partner has absolutely no similar experience?”
”I-if there is a warning and p-possibility to r-refuse, no.”
”Thanks. You can consider this question as a warning.
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Also, just in case, can you give me your consent on use on you my superpowers?”
”Y-yes. I give you my consent. D-do you require a t-text copy?”
”I don't know. We live in Westeros, so, perhaps no. Are there sex lawyers in Westeros?”
”N-no.”
”Savages...”
”S-savag-s...”
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"I... I’m d-done," Hermione interrupted my thoughts about 5 minutes later. I looked at her and was met with an amazing view. A sultry gaze. A trembling, blushing body. Hand clutching the sheets of paper with her fingers, as if moments away from tearing them apart.
”Bt—” I swallowed. ”Beautiful. You’re unbelievably beautiful.” Which made her shaking noticeably worse.
”Tank u,” she shyly squeaked.
’Judging by her reaction, her hands hold quite an interesting read.’
"Good. No, perfect. These aren’t just words. I’m genuinely amazed by how well you’re handling everything," I praised her, causing her to turn her — flushed by arousal, shame, fever, and now shyness — face away.
"Sit on the bed," I continued.
Hermione slowly stood up and walked to the bed.
"Put the sheets on the table," I added, for the obvious reason, stopping her halfway.
Hermione came back, clearly struggling, placed the sheets on the table, and sat on the bed. Immediately began to wiggle a little.
“Spread your legs. Is it safe for you to cast magic right now?” I asked, grabbing a chair and sitting opposite her.
“O-only s-simple,” she widely spread her legs and replied in a stumbling voice, with a beautiful pleading, and a little wild, look.
“Can you cast the Tickle Charm on yourself?”
“Y-es,” she said less confidently, with a slowly spreading tremor over her body, and slowly nearing her face toward my.
“On specific parts of the body?”
“Yes?”
“For a set duration?”
“Y-yes.”
“Can you use the Confundus Charm on yourself? It can control mental effects, like the level of sensitivity of one body part?”
“Y-s. B-both. But all... not all, simple.”
“How long will the sound-dampening charm be effective?”
“H-ours. Mo-are.”
“Can you apply two effects with the Confundus Charm, or use two Confundus Charms on yourself at once?”
“N-no. Bo-t.”
“Can the Engorgement Charm enlarge body parts?”
“No-t safe.”
“The dance will be heard downstairs,” I whispered to myself, hearing a weak moan in response. “Statues? No... Wait... Hermione, do you know a charm that can duplicate body parts?”
“No-o,” whimpered Hermione. “But... I... I... knw how to mov them.”
“Body parts?”
“Y-s. Extern-l,” she whispered.
’Yep, now it’s become obvious why wizards are so indifferent to Muggle entertainment... Quidditch? Ha! Just a rare family activity intermission between main plays...
Anyway. A mouth on the hand? A clitoris on the tongue? Confundus Charm to enhance breast sensitivity? It's a pity that I have neither water nor time for spasms superimposition...
No. The stimulation specifics don’t matter because nearly all of them will lead to a just strong orgasm and loss of control. Challenges with achieving further ones and problems with her recovery and return...’
I sighed and looked at trembling Hermione, who was looking at me with a very dangerous, slowly creeping into hysterical territory glance.
’It seems I have no choice but... to either do the most foolish or the most brilliant thing I can do. Time will tell.’
I stood up, took two pillows, and placed them one on top of the other slightly above the center of the bed.
“Lie on your right side so that your breast is centered on the pillows. Good.
Stretch your right knee forward. A little lower. Excellent.
Now, without changing the position of your right leg, lean forward. Rest your pelvis on your thigh.
Perfect. Without touching your right knee, twist your shin behind your left leg.
Magnificent. No, Bad, don’t move. Not until I will say so.”
“Now place your left palm on your left breast and don’t move.”
Why did I ask the hypersensitive girl to adopt the position for one of the most complex forms of female masturbation, one that’s more suitable for long marathons and only after going through a very steep learning curve? Because on the first day, I promised myself that when the opportunity arose, I would do a ”PowerManipulationade”; and now was exactly such a case.
"You promised me your trust, and now I need that from you. Don’t be afraid. I’ll explain everything later. Just do everything I say."
Then I spent 1+2 charges out of 3.17 on a superpower that would either change everything or nothing. And...
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"Hey, Hermione, do you remember your first consents?"
"ys."
"And second, when I...
"YS!"
"Be serious! Consent is a very important topic! Right now I will use on you my superpower, do you consent with this?"
"y-yEs!"
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"Under no circumstances change your body position.
Rhythmically clench your thighs and slightly rock your pelvis. Up and down.
Lighter. Easier. Subtle sways. In a steady rhythm. Up by muscles and down partly by recoil. Gently,” I said to Hermione who slowly grinding pussy between her thighs.
”Whatever happens, don’t change position and do exactly what I tell you. Trust me, you can do it," I said, receiving in response her heavily moans.
"Strongly clench your thighs and breast. Harder! Hold." I commanded when her back began to arch, her right hand grabbed and pulled the sheet, and moans turned into whining.
Under normal circumstances, she should have flipped onto her back and shown me her crotch again. But this time, something miraculous happened. Even though her body trembled as if shocked by an electric current, her body position didn’t change. Nor did the swaying, though now because of powerful orgasmic spasms.
”Hold. Thighs. Breast. Tighter. Good girl.”
Only after at least a minute of her shaking and moaning did I let her contraction each other muscles lose some pressure. "Maintain your position. Relax."
At first, this didn’t change anything, but soon the shaking started to weaken. After about two minutes from the beginning of the orgasm, Hermione’s body finally relaxed completely, only occasionally twitching from aftershocks and moving her back with heavy breathing.
”Good. Very good. So good that more than anything in the world right now, I wish such a good girl like you. So beautiful. Obedient. Strong. Very Good Girl,” I continued to overload the remnants of her consciousness with good grades and praise.
After a couple of minutes of rest, I decided to try something a little more complex.
"Magnificent.
From now, orgasm is forbidden until I give permission.
You can do this, trust me.
Start rocking your pelvis again.
No, Bad Girl, slower.”
Letting out something between a groan and a moan, Hermione’s body resumed small sways.
”By left palm or squeezing your nipple, or if it’s comfortable, push your thumb in it, straight to the center of the chest. Good. Small sways. Don’t rush."
The next ten minutes or so felt like the longest of my life. Watching Hermione’s clothes slowly soak, hearing shifts in her song from lively moans and gasps to quickened sobs to squeaks accompanied by sparse wet sounds was like contemplation of a beautiful sunset with the sounds of the sea waves crashing on rocks.
A mix of meditative relaxation and powerful urge to do something more. But overabundance would make her experience only less profound.
"Orgasm," I suddenly ordered.
To say that her body shook would be an understatement. All the muscles in the upper part of her body sharply jerked back, while the muscles in the lower part jerked forward, shifting her perpendicularly to the bed. Then her legs and arms spread wide to the sides, and together with soaked in sweat and tears head she began desperately jerking and banging against the bed, at times literally tossing her body into the air.
Gradually, the frantic convulsions turned into violent shuddering, accompanied by whining and whimpers. Only after a few very long minutes did the trembling subside, and her red and wet body finally stilled. Almost still, except for her sharply rising chest and occasional powerful aftershocks by a few seconds of full body shuddering.
Coming back from such a beautiful spectacle, I carefully let a cool breeze into the room, speeding up the evaporation of her fluids and brushing her disheveled wet hair out of her face.
Then I slowly transformed the walls and ceiling into plants, revealing a beautiful morning sky. Soon, from the original room, only my chair and the bed remained. Everything else had turned into a magnificent garden.
Propping herself up with her hands, Hermione slowly raised her head and looked around.
"What? How?" she asked with a husky voice.
"After your %% consent %% I used my new superpower that lets me seamlessly place people into a perfect simulation of reality.
Everything that happened afterward was... essentially how it should have been in reality. I didn’t change anything except for better conversion of your determination into physical capability.
If you decided that the sensations were ‘too much’ and would stop, that would have been the end of it. But you didn’t stop. And that makes it a fully real experience and achievement."
”But... it was so... real.”
"Again, because it is essentially real. The less I simulate with this power, the more real the simulations are. All Simulation power aimed at you makes the simulation literally perfect representation of reality. Even if it wasn’t de facto physical, your determination was physical. One charges I received during Simulation is a great proof of it.
Also, don’t worry, to leave, you need only to know that this is a simulation and really want to get out of it. Which would slowly make it less real."
"But..." Hermione tried to find words as she looked around at the still slightly tweaked in details scenery.
"But... why?" Hermione asked uncertainly, looking at me with her shining eyes.
"For many reasons. Mainly - to make the most effective use of your body's hypersensitivity in ways that are typically possible only after losing it. Also, perhaps because of insecurity and perfectionism,” I shrugged. ”I wanted... Have you seen the movie Titanic?”
”No.”
”This is one of the most famous films of the 1990s. In its finale, a woman on her deathbed remembers not her husband and children, but her First Love.
It doesn’t matter how our relationship will develop in the future — I mean, it’s of course important, but if we just don’t click... it’s just life; so no pressure, blind infatuation, stupid long-term expectations, and so on. Anyway, whatever our relationship will be, I don’t want to be like that woman's husband.”
”It’s... at the same nice and scary.”
”Yep.”
We both fell silent, listening to the birds chirping.
”And what now?” she uncertainly asked me.
”Now I will reward you for your great efforts,” I eagerly announced.
”You shouldn't, it's as much important... wait, why did you spend the charges... what else can this ”Simulation” do?” her brain’s gears finally started working at full capacity.
”Good question. The answer related to your reward.
Hermione, what do you think women want after sex?”
"Um... To be hugged?" Hermione shyly asked .
"Almost. Male attention. And you know what?"
"What?"
”There's about an hour left until real dawn, therefore from now, you have up to 200 hours of my attention and sincerity.”