Hermione could sense the next accessory instinctively, she didn’t need the sniggering comments of the Death Eaters to know that every horse needs a tail. While her mind recoiled at the girth of the monstrosity that loomed larger than her current field of vision, a large shadow passing over her head. She can feel her body respond to the musk odour of the cruel looking appendage. The smell of Voldermort’s seed, activated the primal pleasure centres in Hermione’s sex-starved brain, triggering a need in her soppy pussy that she had no control over. A point that was noted by Lucius and Snape smugly as they likened her to a leaky faucet, but Narcisa lubed up the dildo with Hermione’s own secretions regardless, diluting the scent of the Dark Lord’s seed. The head of the dildo-topped tail slid easily into her waiting arse. Disappearing easily as Hermione felt a jolt of pleasure as the intruder was guided firmly inwards to be seated fully in her back door. Now she had a golden tail hung between her asscheeks, matching the ridiculous headgear, corset and chains.