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*********************************************************************** For several hours Severus slept as if he had indulged in a dreamless sleep potion rather than a sexual interlude. Making love to intensity personified induced such pleasure that it was enough to lull even a hardcore insomniac like himself to sleep. He breathed in the delicious scent of Hermione's hair. A stray lock tickled his face as it relaxed indolently beneath his nose and across his mouth. He captured the lock between his lips and ran his tongue along its smooth contours.
This gentle manipulation of her hair caused Hermione to burrow her head into his neck. Severus felt himself begin to grow hard again, as she ran her hand along his chest and placed a gentle kiss on his collarbone. Although she was asleep, she whispered his name, the sound of her voice breathy and seductive. She nestled closer. She smelled heavenly, like an aesthetic combination of pheromones, clean skin, and flowers. Combined as they were with the lingering aroma of their lovemaking, it was an intoxicating scent for the sensitive nose of a Potions Master. Their coupling was like a natural aphrodisiac, and he wondered if he could replicate it in his lab for his own personal use in the future.
"After all," he thought, "This thing with her will probably be over before we return to Hogwarts."
"Damn," he cursed silently. He felt his inner cynic begin its inevitable invasion of his psyche. "It won't last. It won't last," the cynic in him whispered. It infiltrated his central nervous system and saturated his brain in insecurity. Yet, he felt an intuitive need to fight this usual pattern of destructive thinking. He closed his eyes and focused on recapturing the idyllic contentment he'd been feeling earlier. Unlike Proust, he didn't have a madeleine, to inspire him. However, his attempt to recapture contentment brought back the evening's events with the clarity of an involuntary memory.
He relived their first moments when he had gently, reverently, removed the thin black lace panties that were the only remaining outer barrier between them. In his mind's eye, he glimpsed the beauty of Hermione's unclothed body for the second time that evening. And, for the second time, he felt himself rise in a throbbing full-bodied response.
Earlier, she'd blushed like a spring flower in the throes of its first color on an unseasonably hot day. Yet the heightened color, which had spread languorously across her chest, had been more like the warm flush of an orgasm than a fiery-embarrassed red. His response had been to lean down and gently touch his lips to hers in reassurance. However, he had felt his bones turn to liquid as she opened her mouth under his and began teasing his tongue with hers.
She had been shy at first, and had hesitatingly run her hands gently over his bottom. With encouragement in the form of his own voice, almost unrecognizable with its baritone tempered by patience, she began pulling him gently to her. As their naked bodies made their first contact, she had opened her legs beneath him and forced his shaft to make its first contact with the woman she would officially become. From out of nowhere, he had acquired a stamina he hadn't known he'd possessed, and checked his own need for completion by rubbing his erection teasingly between her legs. His intention had been to prepare her as much to pleasure her, but she'd been so wet that the slippery friction between them had almost made him come without even entering her.
"Please Severus," she had moaned and then opened her legs wide enough to allow him to slip inside of her. Instead, he had utilized the slight shift in her positioning to bring them even closer without him entering her. "Rub your nipples for me Hermione. Please...." he'd begged.
Wanting to please him, she'd complied with his request shyly at first, and then began to moan with the pleasure of her own touch as she watched him watching her. The friction between her legs had continued to build as he rubbed his considerable length against her most sensitive place. As his rhythm gained steady momentum, he had moved faster....faster.....faster.... Until Hermione had felt she couldn't bear the sensations he'd created inside her a moment longer. When she was sure she couldn't stand it a second longer, she'd felt as if her vaginal walls had taken on a life of their own. It was if her own body had pulled her downward and into herself. And then it had happened.
Her internal movements had climaxed into the powerful grasping motions of her first orgasm. Unable to wait a moment longer, Severus had eased two of his long, beautiful fingers inside her. He could feel the tremors still lingering within her. His touch caused her body to lift off the bed while her internal muscles had reached out to grasp onto them. Unable to contain the intensity of the pleasure she felt, she'd cried out loud while vaguely wondering at the high pitched sound of her own voice.
Although his erection had been painfully hard, Severus took the time to indulge in every beautiful detail of Hermione's expression while in the throes of a cataclysmic orgasm. When she began to come back to herself, he'd leaned in and possessed her mouth in a passionate, yet tender, kiss.
"Severus," she had whispered. "I want to pleasure you too. I'm ready for this; for you."
Her sweetness had been his undoing, and in the intensity of the moment he'd felt relieved that he was going to be her first lover. It was at that moment that he'd remembered a charm that Slytherin boys had been using for centuries. Since very few young women left Hogwarts with their virginity intact, the young men of Slytherin had always armed the underclassmen by teaching them the Virginity charm.
Severus groped blindly for his wand, which had been teetering near the edge of the bed. When he had it in his grasp, he kissed Hermione and then slowly slid his wand inside her.
The slim feel of his wand, and the heat emanating from it, had startled Hermione a bit as Severus sensuously spoke the following charm--
Deleo dolor; Cresco mollis; Incito voluptus.
-- Before plunging deeply inside her at last.
Hermione had expected the moment she lost her virginity to be painful, but had been pleasantly surprised when she'd felt nothing but a pleasurable stretching sensation. Within moments, she was completely absorbed in the delicious feel of him each time he surged inside her. He was so large that she'd felt a slight panic that he might move her cervix out of place, but quickly decided she did not care because it was all so good.
The feel of him, the weight of him, his touch, the spicy smell of his skin, his jet black hair, his endless black eyes, and long, yet lean muscled legs were worth any residual effects of their lovemaking. Best of all was his hypnotic voice whispering to her, coaching her, desiring her.
"Merlin Hermione you're so tight," and, "I've never been with a woman who felt this good." And then, "Gods you're incredible," followed by, "Darling girl, don't ever turn me away."
Hermione had flowed once again into another galaxy as the intensity of his movement began to escalate. Without even knowing that it was possible for the feeling to come upon her again, another orgasm had built inside her. As he felt her vagina convulse around him, Severus began to move with an adrenaline fueled strength that moved Hermione to the top of the bed. "Hermione!" he'd cried out as he poured his seed into her.
And....
"Hermione!" he cried out again as his memories dissipated to be replaced with the feel of her thrusting wildly beneath him as he made love to her in the present tense.
*********************************************************************** For several hours Severus slept as if he had indulged in a dreamless sleep potion rather than a sexual interlude. Making love to intensity personified induced such pleasure that it was enough to lull even a hardcore insomniac like himself to sleep. He breathed in the delicious scent of Hermione's hair. A stray lock tickled his face as it relaxed indolently beneath his nose and across his mouth. He captured the lock between his lips and ran his tongue along its smooth contours.
This gentle manipulation of her hair caused Hermione to burrow her head into his neck. Severus felt himself begin to grow hard again, as she ran her hand along his chest and placed a gentle kiss on his collarbone. Although she was asleep, she whispered his name, the sound of her voice breathy and seductive. She nestled closer. She smelled heavenly, like an aesthetic combination of pheromones, clean skin, and flowers. Combined as they were with the lingering aroma of their lovemaking, it was an intoxicating scent for the sensitive nose of a Potions Master. Their coupling was like a natural aphrodisiac, and he wondered if he could replicate it in his lab for his own personal use in the future.
"After all," he thought, "This thing with her will probably be over before we return to Hogwarts."
"Damn," he cursed silently. He felt his inner cynic begin its inevitable invasion of his psyche. "It won't last. It won't last," the cynic in him whispered. It infiltrated his central nervous system and saturated his brain in insecurity. Yet, he felt an intuitive need to fight this usual pattern of destructive thinking. He closed his eyes and focused on recapturing the idyllic contentment he'd been feeling earlier. Unlike Proust, he didn't have a madeleine, to inspire him. However, his attempt to recapture contentment brought back the evening's events with the clarity of an involuntary memory.
He relived their first moments when he had gently, reverently, removed the thin black lace panties that were the only remaining outer barrier between them. In his mind's eye, he glimpsed the beauty of Hermione's unclothed body for the second time that evening. And, for the second time, he felt himself rise in a throbbing full-bodied response.
Earlier, she'd blushed like a spring flower in the throes of its first color on an unseasonably hot day. Yet the heightened color, which had spread languorously across her chest, had been more like the warm flush of an orgasm than a fiery-embarrassed red. His response had been to lean down and gently touch his lips to hers in reassurance. However, he had felt his bones turn to liquid as she opened her mouth under his and began teasing his tongue with hers.
She had been shy at first, and had hesitatingly run her hands gently over his bottom. With encouragement in the form of his own voice, almost unrecognizable with its baritone tempered by patience, she began pulling him gently to her. As their naked bodies made their first contact, she had opened her legs beneath him and forced his shaft to make its first contact with the woman she would officially become. From out of nowhere, he had acquired a stamina he hadn't known he'd possessed, and checked his own need for completion by rubbing his erection teasingly between her legs. His intention had been to prepare her as much to pleasure her, but she'd been so wet that the slippery friction between them had almost made him come without even entering her.
"Please Severus," she had moaned and then opened her legs wide enough to allow him to slip inside of her. Instead, he had utilized the slight shift in her positioning to bring them even closer without him entering her. "Rub your nipples for me Hermione. Please...." he'd begged.
Wanting to please him, she'd complied with his request shyly at first, and then began to moan with the pleasure of her own touch as she watched him watching her. The friction between her legs had continued to build as he rubbed his considerable length against her most sensitive place. As his rhythm gained steady momentum, he had moved faster....faster.....faster.... Until Hermione had felt she couldn't bear the sensations he'd created inside her a moment longer. When she was sure she couldn't stand it a second longer, she'd felt as if her vaginal walls had taken on a life of their own. It was if her own body had pulled her downward and into herself. And then it had happened.
Her internal movements had climaxed into the powerful grasping motions of her first orgasm. Unable to wait a moment longer, Severus had eased two of his long, beautiful fingers inside her. He could feel the tremors still lingering within her. His touch caused her body to lift off the bed while her internal muscles had reached out to grasp onto them. Unable to contain the intensity of the pleasure she felt, she'd cried out loud while vaguely wondering at the high pitched sound of her own voice.
Although his erection had been painfully hard, Severus took the time to indulge in every beautiful detail of Hermione's expression while in the throes of a cataclysmic orgasm. When she began to come back to herself, he'd leaned in and possessed her mouth in a passionate, yet tender, kiss.
"Severus," she had whispered. "I want to pleasure you too. I'm ready for this; for you."
Her sweetness had been his undoing, and in the intensity of the moment he'd felt relieved that he was going to be her first lover. It was at that moment that he'd remembered a charm that Slytherin boys had been using for centuries. Since very few young women left Hogwarts with their virginity intact, the young men of Slytherin had always armed the underclassmen by teaching them the Virginity charm.
Severus groped blindly for his wand, which had been teetering near the edge of the bed. When he had it in his grasp, he kissed Hermione and then slowly slid his wand inside her.
The slim feel of his wand, and the heat emanating from it, had startled Hermione a bit as Severus sensuously spoke the following charm--
Deleo dolor; Cresco mollis; Incito voluptus.
-- Before plunging deeply inside her at last.
Hermione had expected the moment she lost her virginity to be painful, but had been pleasantly surprised when she'd felt nothing but a pleasurable stretching sensation. Within moments, she was completely absorbed in the delicious feel of him each time he surged inside her. He was so large that she'd felt a slight panic that he might move her cervix out of place, but quickly decided she did not care because it was all so good.
The feel of him, the weight of him, his touch, the spicy smell of his skin, his jet black hair, his endless black eyes, and long, yet lean muscled legs were worth any residual effects of their lovemaking. Best of all was his hypnotic voice whispering to her, coaching her, desiring her.
"Merlin Hermione you're so tight," and, "I've never been with a woman who felt this good." And then, "Gods you're incredible," followed by, "Darling girl, don't ever turn me away."
Hermione had flowed once again into another galaxy as the intensity of his movement began to escalate. Without even knowing that it was possible for the feeling to come upon her again, another orgasm had built inside her. As he felt her vagina convulse around him, Severus began to move with an adrenaline fueled strength that moved Hermione to the top of the bed. "Hermione!" he'd cried out as he poured his seed into her.
And....
"Hermione!" he cried out again as his memories dissipated to be replaced with the feel of her thrusting wildly beneath him as he made love to her in the present tense.
