She felt a primal hunger to try to cum again, she was aware that this feeling was amplified in the areas that Snape’s potion had been left to seep in. She tried to concentrate on her mistress who was giving her a perfunctory cleaning, as the Dark Lord, directed the action. "Bella, enough foreplay. I’m ready for the fuck puppet." Hermione didn’t care that she was levitated over to her waiting arch-enemy. She didn’t really understand the how or why of her new feelings. It was weird that proximity to the darkest wizard of all time, didn’t raise her hackles at all, in fact it seemed to be a pleasurable outcome, her limbic system was focused on trying to eke some more pleasure, she could not muster up any energy to protest, as she was bounced onto the girth of Voldermort’s manhood. Her soppy pussy naturally tried to bare down on the new intrusion. She never noticed how pleasant the musky scent of her new master was, it took getting this close to recognise an old-fashioned muggle notion of animal magnetism. Little did she know that the potion that Snape gave her was designed to train her body to associate Voldermort with pure pleasure, in layman’s terms the Dark Lord was now like catnip to her. Mere proximity to the dark wizard was already getting Hermione wound up and ready for another cum, any ejaculate from the Dark wizard would allow her to reach a paroxysms of pleasure, she instinctively knew that glorious fact.