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“What’s the matter, sugah,” Rogue asked gently, letting Hermione have a bit more of the covers. “You’re quieter than a mouse in a room fulla house cats. Are ya feelin’ alright?” she asked, reaching over to pet the young witch on the shoulder. Hermione could see the curve of Rogue’s bare, massive, tits peeking out from under the blankets.
“I’m fine, thank you,” she replied with a sullen, little, smile. “It’s just...Ron. I miss him so much. And I’m worried sick. I know how he thinks. The poor boy’s gonna go out of his mind when I turn up missing.”
“That’s a tough one, darlin’,” Rogue replied sympathetically, pulling Hermione into a hug. “But Beast’ll figure out how ta getcha back home soon. Till then, ya gotta try not ta beat yourself up about it. There’s nothing any of us can do. Try and sleep now.”
“I can't,” Hermione replied, beginning to slip into sorrow. “Poor Ron. And Harry. And Ginny...everyone is going to-”
“Hush,” Rogue said softly, putting a finger to her lips. “They wouldn't want you worrying yourself like this. You need a distraction from your thoughts so you can get ta sleep. I got just the thing.”
Cradling Hermione’s head, Rogue kissed the witch deeply, sucking her tongue past her soft, Southern, lips. For a second or two, Hermione resisted, but then she stroked her beautiful bedmate’s silken hair. She returned the kiss with a great deal of ardor, letting her hand slide down the supple curve of Rogue’s back. She hesitated a moment when her hand brushed the waistband of the Southern belle’s plain, white, cotton, panties.
“No,” Rogue whispered softly, breaking the kiss and holding Hermione’s hand in place. “Please don’t stop. Ron’s not gona hate you for havin’ a bit of fun, is he?”
“No,” she admitted. “He’d probably tell you to eat me raw, but I just feel...you know?
“Yeah,” Rogue breathed, stroking the young girl’s cheek. “None of this is your fault. And I think Ron has the right idea, but I won’t push you, sugah.”
Hermione hesitated a second longer, and then her hand slipped down to cup the panty-covered ass. Rogue let out a low, husky, moan, as she felt her young companion squeeze the, juicy, tender, flesh of her butt. Hermione groped slowly, sending shocks of pleasure racing through Rogue’s lower body. The mutant returned the favor, kneading Hermione’s ass through the cream colored boy shorts she’d worn to bed. Suddenly, the witch lowered her head, taking Rogue’s sensitive nipple into her mouth.
"Oh, yes!” the lovely mutant moaned, slipping her hands into Hermione’s boy shorts. Suck'em, darling. Suck my big tits, and make them feel good. Yeah, sugah. Use those pretty, little, lips. Roll my nipples around with your tongue. Fuck, that’s good, Hermione. Keep sucking for me. That’s a good girl. I’m gonna make you feel good, tonight. Get me all wet down there. Suck those nipples like a cock," Rogue groaned seductively. Her bedmate eagerly acted on instructions, relishing the sensations of the fingers caressing her ass.
Hermione sucked and rolled each nipple hungrily, just as she asked, drawing loud, lewd, moans from Rogue’s full lips. She could hear the mutant’s heart start to beat a little faster as the moans became a sensuous purring. The smell of her hair was intoxicating, and Hermione’s nipples stiffened as one of Rogue’s fingers found her asshole.
“Ever had anything in there, Hermione?” she asked, tracing the tip around the rim.
“Yes,” she replied breathily, blushing a bit. “Fingers, dildos, and cock.”
“Really?” Rogue snickered. “You like to be slutty sometimes?”
“Hell yes,” she groaned softly, quivering under Rogue’s touch. “Please stop teasing and shove it in me.”
“You asked for it, girl,” replied Rogue with a sly smile.
Hermione grabbed a lock of Rogue’s hair and inhaled deeply,letting out a loud, depraved, groan as the mutant’s middle finger was jammed up her ass. She rubbed the silky, smooth, tresses against her face, humping back on the invader and feeling her pussy start to juice all over her boy shorts. As the wetness dribbled down her thighs, she tried very hard not to imagine how much she’d enjoy being eaten out by Ron. Instead, she focused on the intense pleasure her bedmate was giving her.
“Fuck yes, Rogue,” she moaned, between slobbering all over the Southern belle’s double Ds. “Fuck that finger deep in my asshole. Do it hard. I like it rough. Smother me with those big tits. Shit, they taste so good. You’ve got me soaking my fucking shorts. Yes, you nasty minx, put another finger in. Oh, hell yes! Churn them for me. Faster! Fuck me like a little slut! Yes! Yank’em down!” Hermione cried out suddenly.
“Shhh,” Rogue whispered urgently, tugging down her shorts. “Someone will hear us.”