Temple of Ephesus

“I’m… I’m a virgin.”

“Shh, it’s ok, we’ll take things slow. I won’t hurt you.”

“Oh, I know, I know. You’d never hurt me. I just want it to be you.”

“Oh, I love you, Hermione.”

Pansy trailed kisses over Hermione’s body, loving the way she unlocked desire in the other girl, watching her back arch and her eyes roll back. Her fingers travelled all over her body, along the sides of her face, slipping down her neck, dipping down to caress her breasts.

“Pansy,” Hermione gasped. The brunette smiled, dipping her hand lower, fingers brushing brown curls. She could feel Hermione responding to her touch. Pansy’s fingers found the other girl’s clit and pressed gently down before circling it. Hermione let out a loud gasp as a jolt of pleasure ripped down her spine.

“Oh, Pansy… Oh, that feels so good!”

Pansy continued to move her fingers, while leaning closer to Hermione in order to kiss her. She placed kisses along Hermione’s neck in a spiral pattern, lower and lower until she reached her breasts, where her tongue swirled around dusty, pink nipples.

“Hermione, love, can I…?”

“Yesss, Pansy, please. I trust you. Please, just do it, I want you…” Hermione babbled. Pansy’s fingers dipped lower and she positioned one finger at Hermione’s narrow entrance. Hermione stiffened a little as she gently probed her opening.

“Are you positive? I can wait if you would rather…”

Hermione forced herself to relax. “No, it’s ok. Please. I’m positive. I want to feel you... inside. I’ve been imagining this for a long time now.”

Pansy looked up and smiled at her. “I know, Hermione. I know.”

Slowly, she pushed her finger into Hermione’s wet opening. It was warm, tight, and her finger just fitted. Hermione breathed deeply and pushed her hips forward as she felt Pansy's finger enter her to the knuckle. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She wanted more, and yet she had no idea how another of Pansy’s fingers would ever fit.

Pansy slowly moved her finger in and out, her eyes monitoring the other girl’s face. Hermione’s breaths became sharper.

“Pansy… Oh…”

Hermione was dripping wet now and Pansy’s finger moved easily, lubricated by Hermione’s wetness. She looked up at her girlfriend.

“Hermione… You feel so… so wonderful. Are you ready for… more?” Pansy could feel Hermione’s muscles gripping her and just the image was almost enough to make her orgasm.

Hermione arched her back again as Pansy’s finger continued to move. “I… I think I am, Pansy. I want more.”

A second finger probed her, trying to enter the slippery opening but finding it a little too narrow. Only her fingertips were able to enter, after that everything just became far too tight. Hermione’s breath hitched.

“I… I have to break it, Hermione. It’ll hurt less if I go fast, I think. I wish there were a way for me to not hurt you, but it’s the only way.”

Hermione tried to smile reassuringly, sensing the hesitance in the other girl’s voice. “It’s ok. I know it will only be momentary. Merlin, I want you, Pansy. I know it’ll be better after.”

“Yes, Hermione, it’ll be better. Definitely better.”

“Then please, Pansy. Make me yours.” Hermione tried to relax.

Pansy’s fingers searched out Hermione’s clit, circling it and tweaking it in order to get the other girl to relax, to taker her mind off any pain. Hermione responded with a low moan. Pansy continued for a few moments before slipping her two fingers lower again. She breathed in, and quickly pushed both fingers into Hermione, feeling her barrier break. Hermione let out a small cry and Pansy saw a tear roll down her cheek. She quickly kissed her and wiped the tear from her cheek with her other hand.

“Are you ok, love?”

“It hurts… but it’s ok now.” The other girl’s breathing was laboured. Feeling Pansy’s fingers inside her was amazing, even through the dull pain. “Please… move.”

Pansy obeyed, slowly beginning to move her fingers out, and then pushing them gently back in. She could feel Hermione’s muscles clenching around her fingers, gripping them. It was such a wonderful, heady feeling, to be inside the other girl.

Hearing Hermione’s moans, Pansy increased the speed slowly, not wanting to hurt her lover more. A look at her face told he she was doing nothing of the sort. Hermione looked exquisite. She picked up the pace even more, continuing to thrust her fingers in and out. Hermione’s breathing became erratic, beads of sweat formed on her forehead and her breasts heaved. She could feel her climax approaching, creeping closer, closer. The dull pain was forgotten.

“Faster, Pansy, faster…” Hermione managed. “Fuck me.”

Pansy complied, forcefully burying her fingers inside Hermione, watching her face contort as her orgasm overcame her and a scream escaped her lips. Pansy’s arm ached, and the sight of Hermione writhing in passion was enough to drive her mad. She felt Hermione convulse around her, collapse back onto the bed. Pansy’s fingers slipped out of Hermione, who raised her head, panting, just in time to catch the other girl raise her fingers to her lips and lick them clean. Her eyes widened.

“Delicious,” Pansy said with a grin. “Absolutely divine.”