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Hermione Granger had many secrets. Some were smaller than others.But the biggest one was something only her parents knew about.
She wasn’t just a muggleborn witch, but a siren as well.
She wasn't ashamed of what she was, but being a muggleborn AND a magical creature wasn't something she wanted getting around an already prejudice school. For years she kept the secret to herself; singing down by the lake at night to ensure no one heard. She had been so careful too, but she knew that one day someone was bound to find out about her. Luckily for her, the one who hears her on that fateful night just so happens to be her mate.
Unfortunately for her, that mate also happens to be the completely insane and surprisingly not dead, Bellatrix Lestrange.
If only she knew what her abilities would someday bring, Hermione would've sworn back then to never sing again.
Bellatrix knows what power she holds over Hermione and she plans to use it in any way necessary to make the girl hers in every way possible. Because filthy blood or not, she belonged to her now and no castle walls, filthy blood traitors, or magic barrier would keep the girl from her. And she would very much like to see them try...
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- Part 1 of Sing To Me Your Insanity - Bellamione
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Soft heat curls in her lower belly, and Mira shudders gently as she feels that warmth taking root before spreading throughout her body. Awakening by lust, inch by inch, until all of her senses are solely focused on the exquisite friction of Rumi’s thigh flushed against her pussy. She’s soaked, the lace fabric practically see-through now, and Mira knows that her pink pussy paints a salacious sight if her lovers were to wake up suddenly now.
They don’t though, still peacefully slumbering away, unaware that Mira is using their bodies to chase her own pleasure. The thought is intoxicating enough to send a vicious thrill zipping up her spine like an electric jolt. She moans, low and throaty, letting the shameless sound carry through the bedroom. They’ve talked about this, yes, but the reality of actually going through with using each other’s bodies for self-pleasure is rare in between their busy day-to-day lives. ‘Free use,’ Zoey had mentioned the proper technical term with a sly grin.
polytrix in the morning with free use
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Zoey and Mira walk into a bar…
Bartender Rumi comes face to face with her favorite adult actors. I mean, she meets them. I mean-
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The sound of rapid knocking at her window made Rumi startle so badly she hit her knees on the bottom of her steering wheel, her hip somehow knocking into the gearshift and her wrist banging against the door. She hissed in pain, hearing a muffled “Oh, god, sorry!” and winding down the window.
Instead of the serial killer she’d been at least partially anticipating, the rolling of the window exposed wide, apologetic eyes, a bright brown with little flecks of golden warmth in the irises, black hair rolled up into a messy bun. “Hey, hi, so sorry, didn’t mean to scare you — just, any idea how long — god, it’s cold—” the woman shivered bodily, large, soft shapeless snow falling in clumps and sticking to her hair and, for some ungodly reason, bare arms “—the road closure will take? My radio doesn’t work and it looks like we’re in a 5G wasteland.”
“Why are you not wearing a sweater?” was the first thing that came out of Rumi’s mouth, which wasn’t the answer to the woman’s question that she was pretty sure she did actually know — somewhere deep down in her brain that wasn’t stuck on the outrageous statement on her t-shirt or the pretty bow of her lips.
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"Was that—?" Zoey's eyebrows raised before her eyes narrowed, a smirk on her face. "Oh, Rumi. You liked that, didn't you?"
"N-no, I didn't…" Rumi scrambled backwards clumsily, all the grace and poise of a hunter—of their leader seemingly lost in her embarrassment. "I don't know why I—it's not, I didn't meant to," she stammered.
"Didn't mean to what, baby?" Zoey cooed, her fingers cool against Rumi's heated cheek. "Didn't mean to be good for me?"
A soft, airy whine escaped from Rumi's throat.
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Mira and Zoey teach Rumi that she doesn't have to offer anything to be loved. She doesn't have to do anything, be anything, or be perfect. All she has to do is her best; all she has to do is be good.