"Ooo, my precious," murmured the slime-encrusted Golem as it straddled youthful, pink Hermione, whom it had bewitched, undressed, and laid face-down on the tiny cot of her dormitory room. The Golem sat with its haunches atop the high part of Hermione's thighs, so that her trim bottom was presented to the Golem's fetid loins, the globes of her buttocks pliant under the Golem's cold fingers. Her spine arched prettily from the crest of her soft bottom, accenting the curve of her trim waist and narrow shoulders. Her arms flopped limp and useless at her sides; she was helpless to cast away the Golem's molestations.
She had a mole on her right bottomcheek, near where her assflesh met the small of her back. Her ass was smooth as well-whipped cream. The Golem squeezed and pinched her.
"Precious must clean."
The Golem lifted its haunches so that its hardened, knobby limb hovered over the fold of Hermione's backside. It bobbed in the air, a telescoped antenna of flesh tuned to the pleasure being broadcast from Hermione's electric body. The Golem gripped its small cock amidlengths and pointed it at her vulnerable flesh, as if for emphasis, to underscore her underside.
"Now we will find out," the Golem simpered, pressing at her left bottomcheek to expose the tiny star of her virginal buttonhole, "if you clean when you go Number Two."
"Oh," Hermione cooed forlornly. "But how will you do that?" The answer presently became apparent, as the head of the Golem's twitching limb pressed up to her tight puckering starfish and the Golem slowly leaned into her, savoring the feel as it lowered its hips down to her, until her body gave way and opened, and the tip of the prick plied, just, into her gooey flesh. Just so.
"Are you clean, my precious?" leered the Golem.
"Please don't put that in me!" Hermione exclaimed, tears already welling in her innocent green eyes. "I promise! I promise I've been..."
Immune to her protests, the Golem sank its cock half into her.
"Ow!"
Already she had started to squirm as she entreated the Golem but now, as the hot flash of penetration rippled through her and her untrained muscles clinched hard, trying to drive the invading member from her, a twitch shot through her so pronounced Golem thought she might fall off her little cot. The spasm caused her buttocks to quiver in the Golem's grasping palms and her cramping anus to grip and wiggle the Golem's fuck-knob. A heavy pulse of blood surged into the Golem's prick and steeped there, and it hardened and grew in Hermione's tamed but unwilling foodhole.
The Golem gripped Hermione firmly at the waist with both hands. Her slim-hipped ass, just filling out with the onset of puberty, reassumed its natural, plump shape.
The Golem withdrew its prick until just the tip remained inside her anus, kissing the round pucker of her.
"Precious is clean," murmured the Golem. "Is Precious clean?"
"I'm clean," whimpered poor Hermione, fearing above all else that the Golem would sink further into the hole that she thought could never be entered, would plumb further the depths of her body where she thought no one could ever go.
"There's only one way to prove my Precious is clean," the Golem groaned, adrift in the hypnotic pleasure of penetrating this spellbound girl, squeezing it into poor Hermione.
"Oh, no," she squeaked again, having no recourse but to beg for mercy. "Oh... no!"
Hermione's squeak turned into a squeal as the Golem patiently contracted its pelvis and burrowed its root in Hermione's tiny, unplumbed ass to the hilt. The Golem's bristly pubis, hard as Brillo and flecked with crusts of filth, pressed the smooth pillows of Hermione's inside asscakes flat; they caressed the Golem's scaly lower belly.
She quivered. The Golem retained this aspect for a time, engaged in Hermione's bottomhole to the limit of its length. The Golem felt nothing but soft tender flesh against the scaly surface of the cock, membranous, more tissue than flesh in the delicate inside of young Hermione.
She wettened on Golem's cock, as though her sphincter were a sex canal, moistening at the Golem's penetration of her. But her pitiful mewling, the pain of being sodomized seeping through even the spell of enchantment Golem had cast on her, and the writhing of her spine indicated to Golem that the slickening in the interior of her was the copper slickness of blood.
Golem leaned down and sniffed at her perfumed, flaxen hair. She turned her brow upward and curled her lip into a pout, letting a gasp that bordered on a sob. The Golem felt two contradictory impulses now: to pull out of her and study the hot red blood welling in her rectum and staining Golem's leathery-wrinkled, oozing member