Chapter 21: Lesson Learned
That night was difficult. Every night after that was equally as difficult as Severus sent her instructions each day, whether he could be with her or not, and she dutifully followed them. He demanded she wear her new toy to class on Monday and teased and tortured her with it, his own special notice-me-not and muffliatio the only privacy he gave her as he brought her up, up, up again and again without ever letting her crest. Throughout the day she would feel a low level vibration, her only warning to cast privacy charms before he activated the toy at a level that was enough to drive her mad but not enough to really push her into orgasm. More than once she found herself grinding her pelvis against her seat, trying to get more friction on her clit, and had to stop herself, not wanting to accidentally push herself into climax and earn a punishment.
That night he appeared in her room, threw her down spread eagle over her school trunk and buried his nose and his tongue in her swollen, abused pussy. He lapped at her juices, seemingly enjoying breathing in the many layers of arousal, until she was pulling at his hair, desperate for him to stop before she came down his throat. He pulled away and kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep in her mouth and imploring her to taste herself. When she felt she would surely pass out from lack of oxygen he pulled away, crawled onto the trunk with his legs on either side of hers, released his cock and fucked her mouth until he came with a loud grunt and a command to swallow.
He carried her to her en suite and deposited her gently into her tub, nothing compared to his but perfectly adequate, before kissing her nose and leaving her to bathe and sleep. She woke twice in the night, wet and sticky and so aroused she nearly broke down and diddled her clit until she finally got some relief. But she remained steadfast and when she opened her eyes for a third time, this time the light of day the culprit, and saw the instructions awaiting her on her bedside table, she smiled, eager to meet the challenge, even if she wanted to cry at the idea of another day as frustrating as the last.
These instructions were for that evening, however, and she breathed a sigh of relief that she would have the day to recover at least. More fool she, it seemed, because her first instruction was to drink her tea and she did, not once sniffing as she had been taught or thinking about what a potions master might have laced it with. She felt her arousal spike and in an instant it was like her entire body had been set on fire. She burned, writhing on her bed, hips thrusting in the air towards nothing at all, hands pulling at her hair, nipples pebbling almost instantly and clit fully engorged and throbbing. She reached for her instructions, blinking to clear the water from her eyes so she could read them, and whimpered as she read that she was to prepare for the day and get to breakfast.
Every slip and slide of cloth against her skin was like a thousand daggers of pure pleasure plunging into her unceasingly as she walked through the halls, teeth gritted and concentration fully on making it to the Great Hall without touching anything or anybody. Upon her entrance to the hall her eyes sought out her lover and a blink later the excruciating pleasure/pain dimmed to a dull roar. She shakily took her seat when he arched an eyebrow and tilted his head towards her table. It took all of her willpower to keep her hands from trembling as she spooned porridge into her mouth. With each passing moment the sensations lessened until by the end of the meal she felt almost normal. Raw, but normal.
Pulling out her instructions and looking at them under the table she groaned at the third step. It simply said, "Attract no attention today, pet." Hermione didn't know what that meant until she left the hall and was no longer in Severus's presence. It was like all of her pleasure sensors were blown wide open once more and even the sensation of a breeze through the corridor was enough to have her moaning. It seemed he was going to leave it up to her to control herself and not let anyone around her in on her predicament. At least until lunch when she would see him again and the torture…erm…lesson would take a break.
She nearly screamed when a little Slytherin girl ran past her, her long hair brushing against Hermione's arm. Classes were actually a bit easier as she could take a seat in the back, away from the other students, and there was less of a chance of accidental touching. That didn't mean there was no contact, just not as much as there might have been had she sat with a classmate. She very insistently declined an invitation to spend some time with Neville and Ginny, both of them giving her knowing looks and winks and thank God not asking her any questions. When they both tried to hug her she made some excuse and ran, not trusting her body were it to be pressed full frontal against anyone else's.
By the time the day was over and she could review her next instruction locked safely away in her room, she was pretty sure she was going to beg him to flog her instead, as long as he ended this…whatever it was. Her final instruction was once again to drink her tea and she gulped it down greedily, hoping it contained the antidote and thanking every god she could name when the pleasurable sensations ceased all at once. She crawled to her bathroom, drew a hot bath and let the water sooth her cramped muscles. She slept that night like the dead, body and mind too exhausted to even dream.
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Severus was quite enjoying teaching Hermione a lesson in control. He felt a bit bad about slipping her that dark lust potion, however, and decided to let her bathe and rest that night even though thinking of her so aroused that every whisper of a touch would have her riding the edge made him want to play with her, dance his fingers and his tongue and his cock over every last inch of her sensitized skin until she was nothing but animal instinct, and then take her like an animal, rutting into her from behind, his own nails digging into her skin and his teeth buried in her neck.
He wanked furiously that night, sitting at his desk, spread naked across his couch, bent under the spray of the shower, back on his side of the bed which now smelled like her. He couldn't seem to stop himself until he finally fell into an exhausted sleep of his own, his long fingers still wrapped around his softening cock. Wednesdays N.E.W.T. level classes were postponed until the evening, the students being required to harvest ingredients under the first quarter moon, the halfway point between the new and the full, ensuring the ingredients were neither too weak to work nor too strong to be stable enough for brewing.
Severus wanted his witch naked in the moonlight. He had plans. How he was going to carry out those plans, he hadn't quite worked out, but his magnificent intellect was on it and he would have it figured out, by Merlin. His pleasure was not to be denied and he had plans, damn it all. Naked in the moonlight plans. Severus wanked again to thoughts of his plans before showering once more and drawing up Hermione's instructions for the day, sending them off with Tibby and heading out to break his fast and catch a glimpse of his witch.
She looked frazzled to say the least. Her eyes kept darting towards him and then back to her table to see if anyone had noticed her looking at him. Her hair was more wild than usual and she twitched any time someone moved in her general vicinity. He would have laughed had he not felt so guilty about it all. His message to her that morning had told her simply to be ready and he was quite certain that his keen intellect must have been evanescoed with his spunk as he didn't even think that such a vague and somewhat threatening message might have put the witch right back on edge.
Severus sneered at his own folly, conjured parchment and a self-inking quill and penned a quick addendum to his morning missive, using a neat bit of magic to copy the note onto her own copy and causing that copy to hum slightly, alerting her to a change. He cringed imperceptibly as she flinched, quite noticeably and pulled out pulled out her copy with hands trembling so hard he could see it from across the hall. When her shoulders slumped with relief and she sent a half-smile his way, he felt even guiltier for what he had put her through the last two days.
He almost gave up on his lesson but his plans…his glorious, moonlit plans stayed his hand. He was still working out how it was all going to, well, work out, but he was sure he would come to the solution in time. He had several ideas including a protego and a reflection charm, definitely a muffliato, perhaps a chameleon charm as well. Cast in tandem they would be able to see one another but nobody else would be able to see them. They would blend in with their surroundings and he could assure that anybody looking their way saw nothing but plants and moonlight.
Yes, those should do, Sev. Let the little buggers pick to their hearts' content while you drive your witch mad as the moon kisses her skin.
Severus was so caught up in his plans that he failed to realize he was wearing a sinister smile on his lips, which was serving the purpose of thoroughly terrifying everybody who saw it, including a few professors.
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No words had ever made her more nervous than "Be Ready" in Severus's spiky scrawl. Ready for what? More of yesterday? Something worse? She didn't know if she could handle another day like that. She wished she knew what she was supposed to be ready for or when she was supposed to be ready. It might have gone a long way in settling her nerves. She could barely eat anything at breakfast, trying and failing not to look at him to see what kind of mood he was in, as if his face ever revealed anything of the sort.
When she heard the hum from her pocket she thought she might have a heart attack on the spot. She could barely hold her hands steady enough to read what he had sent to her. When she did read it though, she felt her body go boneless in relief.
Relax. Tonight in the moonlight, be ready. I want you skyclad, my little nymph.
Hermione considered the possibilities. She would be outside, surrounded by her classmates, possibly visible to anybody passing by a window. She was sure he would have privacy all figured out, considering how truly livid he had been that she had been walking around in lingerie and someone might have seen what he considered "his". He certainly wasn't going to risk anyone seeing her fully naked and most definitely wasn't going to risk getting caught fucking her. So she wasn't as freaked out as she would have been had they both been muggles and considering public sex. At school. In the middle of a class outing.
She refolded her note, sent a small smile up to her lover, and proceeded to go about her day carefree. When her night class was near she skipped back to her room for a quick shower, slicked some hair cream through her locks so they would curl more loosely than normal, used a depilatory on her legs and underarms, and dressed with expediency in mind, blouse but no bra, vest, or tie, skirt and knickers but socks, not tights. Slip on shoes, not tied.
She was excited, anxious, and scared out of her wits in turns. Whatever Severus had planned, it was sure to keep her mind firmly in the present and exhaust her enough to keep the dreams at bay. She couldn't wait.
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Severus's plan went off without a hitch. He assigned lists of ingredients to each pair of students, knowing Hermione worked without a partner and making a big show out of how desperately he did not want to be her partner. After the students went gallivanting off to inexpertly pick fungi, herbs, roots, and blossoms, he led Hermione, oh-so-put-out, exactly in the opposite direction of the rest of the group to a field of tall grass.
With protections set in place he wasted no time in stripping his witch and laying her back in the grass, not caring a bit about her hair or her skin getting stained from the soil or the dampened blades. That's what magic was for, after all. Besides, drops of dew dotted her skin, sparkling in the moonlight. He arranged her like a doll, hair spread in wild disarray around her delicate face, arms splayed above her head, knees bent and legs wide like a marionette with her strings cut. And like a marionette with no strings, she was not to move. That was her challenge for this evening.
The moonlight, bright enough to see by but not enough that they might be seen from any great distance, licked along her skin, casting a silver sheen across her golden skin and catching on the tips of her breasts, the curve of her cheek, the moisture beading between her pretty pink folds. He stamped the picture of her like this on his mind, carving it there permanently. She was beautiful, his little nymph, his pet, his lo-
He kept himself dressed, liking the dichotomy of her young, nubile body spread wantonly before his controlled, concealed form. For a while he simply stared at her, watching her belly quiver as her breathing got less steady, taking in the sight of her cunt growing wetter with anticipation and arousal, noticing the slight movements of her legs as she grew more and more anxious for him to do something.
So he did something. He sent his magic out into the earth, bending the grass to tickle her breasts, her sides, the sensitive spot on the side of her neck, the inside of her thighs. He sent the dew dancing along her skin, the drops of water vibrating along her pleasure points. A breeze blew up from nowhere and everywhere all at once, lapping at her breasts and blowing gently across her distended clitoris. He watched as his nymph was pleasured by the earth around her until he inexplicably grew jealous of how much she was enjoying it and canceled the charm.
"You are beautiful, nymph," he said, not missing the way her breath sped up at the sound of his voice. His pet did so love his voice. "You were meant to be this way, drenched in moonlight and mist and surrounded by the earth. You're my woodland nymph and I am the ugly old satyr here to slake my thirst on you. Would you like me to ravish you, nymph? No need to speak; I can see the answer right there between your legs. Ambrosia from your womanly cup, nectar from the god Dionysus and the goddess Hedone sent as a gift just for me."
Severus knelt in the damp grass, clothes long since charmed to repel the damp and the earth, and crawled towards the feast that awaited him. And feast he did, biting sucking and licking at her flesh, marking her from neck to thigh with sharp, stinging nips, bruising pulls on her skin with and between his teeth, soothing the marks with hot, wet kisses and a teasing tongue. By the time he locked his lips onto her cunt she was a veritable fountain, so wet that he slurped her right up, dipping his tongue into her slick heat, wrapping his teeth around her engorged clit and sucking her labia one-by-one into his mouth.
He waited for her thighs to clench ever so slightly and then pulled back to sit on his haunches, admiring his artwork upon her body, his signature as it were. The bright red of his strongest marks stood out even in the darkness of the night and he liked knowing that tomorrow she would walk around with his claim, his stake, his stamp of ownership hidden beneath her robes. Her neck sported a line of tiny love bits, easily concealed, leading like an arrow down and around to her left breasts where he had left a large mark around her tiny nipple and areola. Her right breast sported a similarly sized mark along the underside. Another line of bites trailed down her stomach, to both hips and on the inside of both thighs, some as high up as the sensitive skin where her thigh met her pelvis. It was a roadmap of pleasure.
The largest mark of all was to her mons, slightly stubbled as she grew out her hair, right where her tiny slit started. All of her pussy was red and swollen from his ministrations except for the drops of creamy white liquid gathering anew at her center. He felt his wards ripple, alerting him to students returning to their gathering point, and knew he hadn't much time left. It was a pity, really. He wanted her forever like this.
"Look at me, nymph. I want to see your face," Severus commanded. He waited until her unfocused eyes focused on him and then he released his aching cock and crawled over her once more. "My cock is also thirsty, nymph. He craves your nectar as I do. May he drink of you?"
Her whimper was answer enough and Severus wasted no time, burying himself to the hilt and setting a brutal pace, truly ravishing her, pounding her into the soft grass and the cold earth until he felt his orgasm building in the base of his spine. Quickly he pulled out of her, grinding the sensitive head of his dick against her soft belly until he came with a shout, his seed once again spilling across her skin, a very visible claim. He pulled away to admire the way his cum glittered in the moonlight against her mottled belly as he caught his breath. He followed the line of fluid down until he caught sight of her cunt, contracting in aborted pleasure. He could watch this all night, do this all night, every night.
Soon though he was forced to right them both and return to the group, making a point to grumble about witches who never stopped prattling on and the usefulness of silencing charms to cover for Hermione's unusual silence. There was no way for them to meet the following evening but this encounter was enough to hold him over until Friday when he could finally bring his witch over the edge and hear his name on her lips. He would let her rest tomorrow in anticipation of a long night Friday.