Chapter 8

"Good girl Miss Granger put that mouth to good use."

Digging his hands in her hair he'd pulled her to him. His hands guiding her head as she sucked him harder and faster. Her tongue swirling around his cock, her other hand cupping and caressing his balls.

"Merlin yes girl, just like that."

Severus had to lean against the billiard table to avoid collapsing at the feel of her mouth on him. It had been too long since he'd had a willing woman. She was insatiable, hungry for him and his head swirled with the possibilities. Her hand began to move up and down on him and he knew it wouldn't be long.

"Move Miss Granger," he'd hoarsely pleaded.

But she didn't. She pulled him closer to her burying his cock further into her mouth, suckling at the very last bit of his resistance.

Severus' head was swimming. He'd gone too far tonight. He'd shown the girl weakness, but oh how open she was, how willing and wanton. He'd heard and felt her climax as she bought him to completion. He'd never known a woman to experience that, at least never with him. He'd wanted nothing more than to pull her up and crash his lips to her. To taste himself on her lips and tongue, but he couldn't especially because he knew Lucius was watching them. He couldn't allow his old friend to see him fall apart any more than he had already.

He stood her up and redressed her slowly, taking his time, allowing himself time to recoup his senses. She was trembling and biting down on her lip. He could tell she was aching for more; she needed the release that only came from physical contact. It hadn't been enough that she had climaxed while fellating him, she was ready for more. She chewed on her lip, her breath quickening with every stolen caress of his fingers. Her body was thrumming and each touch of his hands on her skin elicited a quiet moan of desire.

"Please…"

When she was completely redressed Severus pressed a small box to her hand and tapped it with his wand. A moment later she was gone. Grabbing his robes from the billiard table he turned and apparated out of the manor.

Hermione felt the tell-tale tug of a portkey when he'd tapped the small box in her hand. She landed with soft thud on the edge of her bed, the mask sliding off her face, allowing her to see the faint light of her small flat. Blinking a few times to adjust her vision she stared down at the box in her hand.

She collapsed back onto the bed, her breath was still ragged and her need still rampant. She ran her hand over her body, softly cupping her breasts, imagining his hands on her, his mouth at her nipples. Pushing herself further up on the bed, she slowly spread her legs and pulled her knickers to the side. She felt her cunt wet and swollen with need. Dipping her finger inside she slowly mimicked what she wanted for so badly that evening. As she slowly rocked against her hand she felt the small box vibrate next to her on the bed. Turning over she opened the box and inside saw a small replica of a phallus. Holding the small cock in her hand she turned it over and admired the intricate detail. She felt the warmth creep up in her cheeks at such an intimate gift, she felt compelled to try it. Wishing it were a lot bigger she noticed a small note in the box

Tap me with your wand and let's play-SS

Pulling the long wooden length from the holster on her leg she tapped the small phallus and gasped when she saw it grow to a more than respectable size. She admired the length and girth and realized it felt very much like the cock she'd held in her mouth and hands just moments before. It was even warm to the touch. She felt it tremble and vibrate in her hand as she rubbed it. The more she caressed it the more it vibrated. She licked the mushroom head and then ran the long phallus along her breasts, rubbing it on her hard nipples where it vibrated softly then a bit stronger. Leaning back onto the bed and spreading her legs, she rubbed it gently over her folds, the cock vibrated. It began to grow warmer and vibrate harder with every stroke against her skin. She began to rub herself against it, harder and faster, feeling the vibration getting stronger with her every movement. The thick head of the vibrator slipped inside her and she came squeezing the vibrator against her clit, riding out the wave of pleasure that wracked her body.

Completely knackered, she quickly succumbed to sleep.

Severus had only managed to sit on the edge of his bed when he felt the tug of magic on her person. Still reeling from their earlier encounter that evening in the game room, Severus hardened fully the moment he felt her hands on the miniature version of his cock. He felt every curious caress as she traced her finger against the veins and lines of the phantom cock. Her inquisitive nature had him squirming in the white sheets of his bed, his hand fisting the sheets as he fought the sensation of her phantom caresses. He struggled to open the belt and placket of his trousers; he needed to move, to enjoy the feel of her. Leaning back he saw the way his cock thrummed and hardened further at the feel of her phantom hands and body. He thought he would come from the feel of the pebbled peaks of her breasts against the head, her hand wrapped tightly around the shaft. The magic he was using was draining but it was so worth it to feel the warmth of her body as she caressed her every curve and valley. It was with wild abandon that she wantonly rubbed the shaft along the moist fold of her sopping cunt. Severus thrummed with need as he finally relented and began to stroke himself, the action causing the tool in her hand to vibrate deeper and stronger against the small bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex. It was pure torture for Severus, to feel her like this against him and not be able to thrust fully into her until she screamed his name in a glorious release. He pumped his shaft in a fake imitation of the other more pleasurable feelings that coursed through his body. His eyes closed to savor the sensation of feeling the head of his cock being engulfed in the tight heat of her cunt. He shuddered, her name on his lips as his release overtook him and felt the phantom tremble of hers against his cock. Ending the spell, Severus collapsed in a heap of sated exhaustion, his last thoughts were of the young woman and how very much he wished this was all real.

Severus was definitely way over his head.