As Flint's orgasm started, she spun away from him. The first spurt of his cum narrowly missed her robe as the fabric whipped behind her. Hermione's arm flicked out, a thin, sapphire-encrusted sabre in her hand. As the next pulse of Flint's climax hit, the poison-infused blade sliced through his dick, right at the root. Flint's quiet grunts of pleasure morphed into a squeal of horror as he held his now severed member in his fist. The blade cauterised veins as it cut, so there was no blood, but one last ooze of semen leaked onto his balls as Flint collapsed to his knees. 