Hermione Granger and The Centaur Release [EU] [Harry Potter] [Reluctance / Drugging] [Bestiality (Humanoid)] [Gangbang]

*Originally a reply to [this prompt.](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/6xuual/wp_hermione_is_dragged_into_the_forest_by_the/)*

Hermione was dropped unceremoniously on the grass in the small clearing the centaurs carrying her had stopped in. She looked around desperately but saw nothing but thick forest all around. The centaurs were circling her slowly, contemplating.

A dark centaur with black hair and beard snorted. “Humans that dare to enter our forest must pay with their lives.”

Hermione shook but steadied her voice. “Please, we meant no harm to you..”

“Human lies!” the dark centaur roared.

“Bane, she doesn’t seem particularly dangerous.” A chestnut bodied and red haired centaur spoke.

Bane glared. “Are you so easily convinced by deceit Ronan?”

“I promise, it’s not a trick!” Hermione spoke quickly. “I have no reason to cause trouble!”

“And yet here you are, trespassing against us.” Bane retorted.

Ronan stomped his hoof. “Surely a warning would…”

Bane rounded on him. “You would let her break our laws unchecked?”

The other centaurs murmured in agreement, making Hermione’s heart sink.

“Well…. No.” Ronan looked thoughtful. “But death? What say you Magorian?” He addressed another dark haired and bodied centaur.

The rest grew silent as they turned to hear Magorian’s answer. His eyes looked from the angry Bane to Hermione. After several long moments he spoke.

“I do not feel this human deserves to die.” His voice carried through the clearing.

Hermione sighed, her heart leaping. Bane looked incensed.

Magorian lifted a hand. “However, her transgression against us cannot go unpunished. She shall be used for release.”

Hermione looked around frightfully, not understanding, though the herd surrounding her spoke in hushed excitement.

“Very well.” Bane said. “But I will go first.” He reared up on his hind legs, kicking his front in the air.

Hermione’s eyes widened. She could see the centaur’s privates between his rear legs and under his body. It was similar to the rest of him, being that half was human with a purple head at the end and the majority of the shaft the color of his chest and face, the other half being horse with the fur of his coat creeping a few inches up the shaft and large hairy balls hanging low. To her horror, she saw it was rock hard and favored a horse in size. She was suddenly very aware that she had never heard of a female centaur in the forest and certainly saw none in the group around her. Then the meaning of ‘release’ dawned on her.

“Oh! No.. please.” Hermione’s lip trembled.

“Silence human!” Bane shouted as he put his hooves down.

Two centaurs moved forward. Hermione tried to rise but was shoved back to the grass. As she opened her mouth to scream, fabric was stretched between her lips and pulled tight before being tied behind her head. She gave a muffled cry and gasped through her nose. Rough ropes were wrapped around her wrists and ankles. Strong hands positioned her so she was on her knees, leaning forward on her bound forearms, her bottom in the air. Hermione shuddered and bit at her gag, which was damp with some liquid. An earthy taste flooded her mouth, along with a warmth filling her head, flushing her cheeks. Her arms and calves grew less tense, resting on the soft grass. She calmly breathed deeply through her nostrils, smelling the clear night air of the forest. Without thinking, she sucked at the fabric in her mouth, enjoying its rich taste.

“Bring the Macah.” Magorian instructed.

Hermione watched lazily as Ronan trotted into the forest, looking a bit apprehensive. She felt something touch her butt and turned her head to look over her shoulder. A centaur was gripping the fabric of her jeans and then tearing them open with apparent ease. Hermione’s brow furrowed with slight indignation. Those had been good pants. Her panties were then ripped open and off so her rear and thighs hung out of the ripped seat of her jeans, the cool air kissing her slit. She shrugged. The underwear had just been part of a cheap six pack. She turned her head back to see Ronan emerge from the trees.

“I have it.” He said, holding up what looked like a large root.

“Good, I tire of waiting.” Bane seized the root from Ronan and circled around behind Hermione.

She looked back again with faint interest. Bane knelt over her and wringed the root with his large hands. Slowly, a thick sap was squeezed out and began to drip. Hermione felt it pour over her exposed slit, slowly coating it. It was surprisingly warm and made the places it touch tingle in a way that was not unpleasant. She found herself with half closed eyes, sucking with content at her gag. Warmth now pulsated through her entire body. She felt her nipples stiffen against her sweater, her budding breasts not yet warranting a bra.

“There.” Bane said, shaking the last few drops from the ‘Macah’. “She is ready.”

And she was. Hermione was now dripping wet and wiggling her ass in the air. What was more, her pussy lips felt swollen and puffy, the strange tingle of the sap seeping deeper. Bane moved forward, his horse body directly over her, his front legs on either side of her shoulders. The fur of his hind legs brushed her thighs and hips, making her smile. He knelt down and Hermione felt his fingers grip her hair and pull upwards. There was pain, though it was dull and distant. She bit her gag with a soft groan.

“Now, let us see how your kind likes being ridden like an animal.” Bane grunted, jerking her head a bit by the hair.

Hermione vaguely recalled something about centaur subjugation she had read in the library. Though at the moment she didn’t care, just wishing he would hurry up and fuck her. Bane didn’t make her wait long. He lowered his hind quarters and she felt the large, human-like tip of his cock press against her swollen folds. She strained her eyes to look up and see him gripping her hair, his defined muscles flexing. Her eyes rolled even further, so she only saw her eyelids, as he pushed his thick head between her fleshy mound and into her dripping hole. Hermione could feel him stretching her tight pussy, but there was only pleasure, the sap blocking any pain as his cock filled her. She heard Bane grunt and as she adjusted to his width she fluttered her eyes and looked up to see him grinning savagely.

“So eager.” He chuckled, sliding deeper inside her.

Hermione couldn’t deny that his hard dick felt amazing as it stretched her out. He knelt lower so the back of her head rested where his torso transitioned from flesh to fur. He released her hair and instead roughly cupped her under the chin, keeping her face turned up. Hermione arched her back, pressing her ass upwards, her pussy enveloping more of his thick shaft. She heard her pants rip wider as she strained against them. Banes hind quarters dipped even lower and Hermione could swear she felt him in her stomach as more of his cock sank into her. She giggled as her pussy took almost all of his length, the fur that crept up his shaft tickling her puffy mound. Bane snorted above her, his hand moving lower, clutching her throat. Hermione, stared up at him with dazed, happy eyes. She moved her ass in small circles, wiggling his long cock in her depths. He smirked in satisfaction then flexed his rear legs. Moaning into her gag, she felt him start to pump into her, his dick pushing deep inside her pussy with each thrust. Bane strained her neck as he clutched her, but all Hermione felt was joy. His cock felt incredible pressing snugly against the walls of her pussy. He picked up his pace and she could hear her wetness as he pounded her hole. Her ankles pulled at her bindings, she wished she could spread her legs and let him take her even deeper. She struggled to breath against his hand on her throat and through her gag. Hermione didn’t particularly mind, craving nothing but more dick.

“Ahhh…. I’m going to tame you human!” Bane grunted as he fucked her roughly.

‘Tamed’, Hermione liked the sound of it, arousal flooding her mind. He moved his hind quarters rapidly, making her take all of him with each hard thrust. His fur covered balls smacked against her thighs and brushed her engorged clit. Bane’s body was tense against her, his movements becoming jerky and instinctive. She looked up at him with pleading eyes. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it too. He gave a shout that echoed through the clearing then buried his massive cock fully inside her and held it there. Satisfaction washed over Hermione as she felt him throb in her depths and warm cum shot into her. Bane clutched her tight for several long moments, unloading more into her pussy. Finally, he released her neck and pushed her away. She gasped through her nose then groaned happily as she felt the centaur slowly pull out of her. Reveling at the sensation of his jizz starting to drip from her gaped pussy, she sucked contentedly at her gag, tasting the rich flavor of whatever it had been soaked in.

Bane trotted proudly around the circle. “Who is next?”

Hermione glanced around excitedly at the herd, eager to see which centaur would take her. She stretched against her restraints, pushing her ass high in the air. Bane’s cum flowed from her slit and down her inner thighs. A centaur moved forward and she winked as he walked around her.

Once again she was mounted from behind. Cum and wetness squished around his huge cock as he pushed into her throbbing snatch. Soon he was drilling her with the intensity, if not the roughness, of Bane. Hermione pressed her cheek to the cool grass while he slammed into her. After several enjoyable minutes of fucking, he convulsed, and she felt more hot cum shoot into her eager pussy. As soon as he stepped away, another centaur took his place, plunging his dick into her. He too filled her, and when he pulled out, Hermione knew her slit was overflowing. A steady stream of jizz trickled over her folds. Another centaur took his turn, then another. Though there was no pain, she could tell from its growing sensitivity that her pussy was getting raw from the continuous  pounding. Every massive dick felt amazing, but she ached to move, to squirm, to buck. Above all, she wanted to moan and scream in pleasure. Yet her bindings prevented this as the herd took their turns with her.

As a large centaur finished filling her cunt, Hermione noticed Ronan stepping forward for his turn. The centaur behind her pulled from her battered hole with a wet sucking sound and Ronan knelt before her. He reached out and began to undo her gag.

“What are you doing!” One of the waiting group called angrily.

“We have not all released!” Another shouted.

Ronan huffed. “The bindings are no longer needed. Clearly the herb extract is working.”

“I’d really like that cock now.” Hermione interrupted cheerily, her gag having just been removed.

Laughter rippled through the herd.

“Yes clearly.” One said. “Very well Ronan.”

The ropes around Hermione’s wrists and ankles were cut. She flexed and twirled her stiff hands. As she parted her legs, the sticky cum covering her thighs clung between them in dripping trails. She turned to Ronan, eyeing his horse sized cock.

“You know, it’s rude to keep someone waiting.” She admonished, shaking her ass in anticipation.

The other centaurs chuckled and Ronan seemed to blush as he walked behind her then stood over her. Hermione pressed her face to the soft grass, breathing the pleasant smell, and reached her now-free hands behind her. Her fingers gripped her thighs just below her asscheeks and spread her swollen folds for him, exposing the pink of her pussy.

“Please.” She gasped into the forest floor. “I can’t go any longer without it.”

Ronan lowered himself slowly. His tip pressed against her spread entrance and she moaned in delight as he penetrated her. He took his time sliding deeper, his cock stretching her entrance then filling her a little at a time. Hermione purred as the familiar tickle of fur brushed her spread pussy. Finally Ronan was fully inside her, she had felt rather empty while waiting. Her body buzzed with delight while she released her thighs and let her engorged folds encase his shaft. Using her new freedom of movement, she leaned forward, raising her ass and sliding her gripping pussy up his long shaft. When she felt the ridge of his head tug at the rim of her hole, she sank backwards, taking his full length back inside her.

“Is that good?” Hermione asked as she massaged his thick dick with her pussy.

Ronan groaned above her and kneeled down to match her next thrust, burying his cock so deep that her ass flattened against his horse body.

“Oh my!” Hermione giggled, feeling him stretching the deepest parts of her pussy. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

She eagerly rocked back and forth on his cock, trying to move from base to tip each time. Ronan met her pace, thrusting into her and making the cum of several centaurs gush from her violated hole. He was gentler than the others had been, not pounding into her just for ‘release’. Instead, he let her set the speed, allowing her to vent her arousal. Hermione repeatedly slid her slit slowly up his throbbing cock before slamming her ass back down swiftly. With each deep penetration, a wave of pleasure shot up to her hazy mind, her sensitive and puffy pussy intensifying the sensation.

“That feels incredible.” Hermione stated, her lips forming a wide smile.

“You are very good.” Ronan grunted. “..for a human.” he added after a general grumble from the herd.

“I’ll believe this *human*,” Hermione glanced around. “is what all of you are waiting to have.” Hermione said with playful indignation.

She had cast a look over her shoulder to wink at Ronan but realized she could only see his hairy underside… and his huge dick pumping into her, coated with cum and her wetness. She bit her lower lip, closing her eyes and rocking back against him faster. He accepted the change appreciatively, steadily slamming into her. Hermione began to pant, the waves of pleasure turning into a steady buzz of ecstasy. Everything was intense: the grass clenched in her fingers, the deep smell of the forest and the musk of abundant sex, her hard nipples brushing the rough fabric of her sweater. Above all, the fucking her swollen pussy was receiving permeated her body and thoughts. Her hips began to twitch and she felt herself tighten around Ronan’s cock.

“Yesssss” Hermione purred. “Give it to me.”

He did as she said, filling her dripping hole with restrained quickness. She could hear the splashing of her pussy as his crotch smacked against her ass. Going on lustful instinct, she placed a hand on one of his front legs, then the other. Using them for support, she lifted her chest off the ground and pushed back against him. His shaft pushed and pulled her pulsating lips and folds, his thick head hit every possible spot she had. She flexed both her arms and her legs, bucking as hard as she could to receive him. Her fingers curled into his soft coat, her legs began to shake. She moaned loudly, echoing around the clearing, much to the delight of the surrounding herd. Ronan gave his own low groan and Hermione felt his dick, somehow, stretch her even more as it throbbed inside her. She was bounced back and forth, suspended between the legs she gripped and the cock deep in her pussy. Her small breasts jiggled, her nipples dragging teasingly over her sweater. Her thighs began to shake and her pussy clenched on Ronan’s pumping dick. Although she had little experience with them, she knew the centaur was bringing her to orgasm. A pressure built up in her and the world was lost to ecstasy.

“Merlin’s beard!” Hermione cried out as her climax rocked her.

She straightened her arms, her body going rigid from the adrenaline that was coursing through her. Ronan was forced to slow down as he fucked her tightening pussy. Hermione’s mouth hung open, her eyes rolling back. As her orgasm slowly passed, she released her grip and collapsed to the grass, her ass still high in the air. Her body relaxing, Ronan was able to regain his rhythm, making her gasp at the aftershocks that each thrust brought on. He grunted and breathed rapidly, his massive member twitching in her tightness. Then, with a hard drawing of breath, he slid as deep as he could.

Hermione smirked, her cheek on the grass. “Give it to me.” she pleaded softly.

Ronan exploded inside her, pumping her full of his hot cum. She lay in bliss as his swelling head continued to unload. Slowly, he stepped back, his long cock inching out of her quivering slit.

Hermione rolled over on her back, her body numb. Looking down, she noticed in a detached manner that her jeans were now ripped all the way up the front, showing the pale skin of her crotch. She spread out and looked up at the stirring leaves overhead. She had never been very sexual and certainly had never experienced anything like the orgasm she was still basking in. She breathed deep, completely calm and tingling all over. Distantly,  she heard voices from around the clearing:

“Look what you’ve done, she is completely drained.”

“We have not all yet had our turn with the human.”

“More extract and Macah, I say!”

“Yes!”

“Fetch it.”

A centaur appeared in Hermione’s vision, kneeling down. Her head was lifted and his thumb opened her mouth. A thick syrup was poured between her lips it large amounts. She sputtered at first then, as the rich taste coated her tongue and she recognized it from her gag, she began to drink eagerly. Warmth flushed her body, driving out any exhaustion. While she gulped greedily, another centaur rubbed his hand between her legs, slathering her pussy with the sap of a freshly squeezed root, making her mound puff up even more. As his fingers ran up and down her slit, Hermione wiggled, making them slip in. The centaur chuckled and fingered her slowly, spreading the sap inside her. The walls of her pussy swelled, engulfing his fingers in tightness. Satisfied, he withdrew them with some effort. She swallowed the last of the earthy liquid being poured down her throat. Her head was laid back on the ground and she lay there panting. Her muscles twitched, her nerve endings on fire. Hermione gazed up at the blurring leaves, sinking into a deep haze.

A jolt shot through her and she was on her hands and knees, crawling on the forest floor towards the nearest centaur. She ducked under him, between his front legs and grabbed his large dick, staring at it, her mouth watering. Hermione had never given a blowjob, but she needed cum. Her mouth seemed to know what to do, parting to allow his tip into its warmth. Her lips moved up and down the fat head of his cock, sliding over the ridge. She heard the centaur grunt in pleasure and bobbed her head faster. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, which made them look tiny, and began to stroke just below her mouth. She made a point to run her hand up his length just as her lips slipped down over his throbbing head. Her technique must’ve been pretty good because after a few minutes of blowing him, Hermione felt him twitch in her mouth and delicious cum flowed over her tongue. She held his dick between her lips, even when she had to swallow the thick load as he continued to orgasm. When he had finished, she crawled out from under him with jizz dripping down her chin.

“So, who’s next?” Hermione eagerly stared around the group of centaurs.

One by one she serviced the members of the herd with either her mouth or pussy. Some jammed their erections hard between her lips, jabbing the back of her throat with their tips. Others pounded her puffy pussy, the swelling of her hole making her incredibly tight for their thick dicks. Each was brought to completion before she moved on to the next. Soon cum clung to her face and seeped from her slit. She herself was brought to orgasm several more times, screaming into the forest air as her body shook violently. Yet no matter how many times she came, it was not enough. She only had thoughts of more dick and cum, which spurred her from one centaur to the next, proffering up either end of her body. Lost in euphoria, she sucked and fucked in desperation.

After one of them had given her forehead a fresh coating of semen, Hermione turned for the next cock, but there wasn’t one. Her eyes darted around the clearing. Surely they hadn’t all had a turn. It wasn’t enough, she still ached to be used. Her frustration ebbed as she noticed the herd all had their heads turned to their leader, Magorian. Of course, he was the last, and she knew he would fulfill her. Heated anticipation emanated from her leaking pussy.

“Come take me.” Hermione begged him, licking cum from her lips.

Magorian smirked and stepped closer. “On your back human.”

Hermione quickly rolled over to lay on the grass. All the others had taken her from behind and she didn’t see the centaur being very successful with missionary. But it didn’t matter, he could have her anyway he wanted. She spread her legs and rubbed her swollen clit with her fingertips.

“Lift your legs.” Magorian commanded.

She did so, raising her jean-clad legs so they made a right angle with her body.

The centaur laughed. “A bit more I think.”

He knelt and grabbed her calves. Hermione braced herself on her elbows as her ass and lower back left the ground. He pushed her legs until she could see her pussy hovering above her, exposed through her pants, which had the crotch and seat torn wide open. Though there was still nothing but pleasure, her mound looked red and raw from the multiple fuckings it had received. Hermione blinked as jizz trickled from her slit and dripped onto her lips. Then she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to catch it. Magorian moved over her so she looked up at his underside. Hermione propped her heels against him, letting his body hold her in the awkward position. His dick slid over her folds as he lowered himself and her eyes widened. Every single centaur had been huge, but their leader boasted a massive member, bigger than the rest. Rather than trepidation, she longed for its girth to enter her.

“Fuck me.” Hermione whimpered, craving penetration.

Magorian’s tip prodded at her sensitive clit as he tried to align with her slick entrance. She reached up and gripped his thick shaft, guiding him. Her threshold was stretched wide to accommodate his thick head as he slid into her. Hermione moaned in delight, watching his cock sink downward into her elevated slit. Pressure seemed to push throughout her abdomen as he inched his length into her engorged pussy. Once he was well inside her, Magorian did not hesitate to start pumping hard into her depths.

“Yes, yes!” Hermione goaded him on, seething in ecstasy with each pump.

The centaur huffed and she watched his large dick push rapidly between her puffy lips. More cum leaked out around his shaft and rained on her elated face. Magorian bucked hard into her, making her stomach crunch up slightly as she was pinned between his body and the ground. The massive dick throbbed in her tightness, making her quiver.

“Harder, faster.” Hermione panted, clenching at his sides with her feet, forcing her legs to stay open against the tremendous pounding.

Magorian obliged, drilling her pulsing slit, his hind legs flexing with the effort. It felt as though he would split her open, but still she couldn’t get enough. She moved her own body as best she could, trying desperately to push up into his thrusts. His tail whipped between his legs and wonderful, painless stings erupted on Hermione’s bare ass. She yelped in delight as the hair lashed over her cheeks again. Her pussy began to clench and she knew this was what she had been craving. Tossing her head back on the soft grass, Hermione cried out wordlessly. Magorian was breathing heavily, his large cock almost a blur as it darted in and out of her wetness. He hunkered low, pushing Hermione’s legs closer to her chest, his hind quarters rising and falling in powerful jerks. She gasped for air, the position and her building orgasm making it difficult. Stars popped before her wide eyes each time the huge cock was rammed into her swollen  pussy. The centaur’s muscles twitched and he let out a series of loud grunts. His dick swelled inside her, gaping her wet hole.  He shuddered and Hermione felt his cum flooding into her. Her eyes rolled as he continued to thrust. More sticky jizz splashed onto her face, increasing her desire.

“Ohhhh ohhhhh!.” Was all Hermione could manage in great shuddering breaths.

Her body tensed and writhed under Magorian. Pleasure emanated warmly from her throbbing pussy, spreading completely through every part of her. Her mind was a complete haze. With a few more hard pumps of the massive dick inside her, she screamed, thrashing and trembling, her climax hitting her hard. The forest around her was lost, she didn’t know who she was, all she knew was overwhelming joy. Her pussy clenched, her juices flowed, her body shook. And then all was silent and dark as she fainted with Magorian still fucking her.

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Hermione’s eyes fluttered open, bright light made her wince. As her sight adjusted, she saw she was laying at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where it met the Hogwarts grounds. She tried to move and collapsed. Every part of her ached, especially between her legs. Memories of the clearing washed over her. Tentatively, she touched her fingertips to her mound. Her pussy was tender but seemed to have returned to normal. Cum still leaked from her folds. It had soaked the rags that were now her pants, which clung pathetically to her legs and waist. Her sweater was heavily stained and semen caked her face.

“Ugghhhh.” Hermione groaned, sitting up carefully.

She ran a hand through her bushy hair, brushing aside leafs and twigs which had caught in it. She had to get back up to the school, but this was no state to go marching through the halls in. Hermione reached her hand towards the castle, picturing her trunk in the dormitory, wishing she had her wand.

“Accio robes!” she cried horsely through her sore throat.

The seconds stretched out. She had started to think the wandless spell had failed when she saw a speck of black against the sky. Her robes came fluttering towards her and landed in her hand. Hermione dressed, stuffing her sweater and shredded jeans in her robes, then set off for the school. Once there, she managed to duck into a bathroom and clean up a bit. She was halfway across the common room when Harry and Ron ran up to her.

“Hermione!” Ron gasped. “Are you ok?”

“Yes, I’m alright.” she tried to take the right tone.

“What happened?” Harry asked.

Hermione thought as quickly as her exhausted mind would allow. “A couple of them drug Umbridge deep into the forest, I was left with the rest of the herd.”

“Blimey.” Ron looked aghast.

“And they let you go?” Harry pressed.

Flashes of hard cocks pounding her mouth and pussy crossed Hermione’s mind. “W…well, they argued about it for quite some time. Finally, their leader released me.” She suppressed the surprising urge to smirk.

She dodged their questions and concerns until she was finally able to break away from the two. She made straight for the library, handing over a note to Madam Pince that allowed her access to the restricted section, which had been given to her for an advanced assignment. Finding a deserted corner, Hermione poured over books, looking for anything on human-centaur mating. Her thudding heart slowed as it became apparent that the species’ were incompatible for reproducing. She gave a sigh of relief. Out of habit and curiosity, she continued reading. She stopped on a page with a detailed, moving illustration of a centaur mounting a woman. It was several moments of staring before Hermione realized she had hiked up her skirt, her fingers tenderly rubbing her aching clit. She continued to masturbate, flipping through more illustrations, until she clapped a hand to her mouth and brought herself to gentle climax right there in the library. She was ashamed of her arousal, but as she left she began fantasizing about returning to the Forbidden Forest.

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