Chapter 11 ~ The Deflowering
Severus strode through his bedroom door, Hermione in tow, her heart pounding as the wizard practically slung her toward the bed, then pulled out his wand and warded the bedroom door securely. The wizard turned to her and slowly put his wand in his pocket, his eyes slowly perusing her body from head to toe, resting for a moment on her thighs. His jaw tightened.
Hermione had never felt more vulnerable in her life as her former professor looked at her. Severus' pale hands went to the sash of his robe and began to untie it. Hermione's eyes widened.
"Are you…are you wearing anything under your robe?" she asked him, her voice squeaking
"Yes, my skin," he replied, unknotting the sash.
Hermione stiffened and closed her eyes as Severus opened his robe and slid it off. The wizard smirked at the witch's reaction as he tossed the robe on to the chair. It was the first time a woman had ever closed her eyes against him. Most were quite willing to see his goods.
Naked, he walked over to Hermione, stopping a few inches from her, his cock erect and weeping as he looked down on the stricken witch.
He thrust his hips forward and poked Hermione in the belly with his cock a couple of times.
"Knock, knock," he purred, his dark eyes hot yet mirthful.
Hermione's eyes flew open and she looked directly into the wizard's naked pale chest, then her eyes dropped down and widened.
"Oh gods," she said, and tried to move back.
Severus caught her by the shoulders, holding Hermione firmly in front of him.
"There's no where to run witch, except to me," he said with a growl.
Hermione stared at the Potions Master's long, thick pale organ. He looked much too big. She looked up at him.
"I can't take that, Severus," she said in a near whisper, "You're going to hurt me…you're too big."
"You will take it," he breathed, backing Hermione up until she was against the wall by his dresser. "You will take it, and you will like it. I know how to fuck, witch. Stop being afraid and accept this, accept me."
The wizard began to caress Hermione through the thin fabric of her gown, his hands leaving molten trails of heat on her body. He started with her shoulders and moved down her arms, then over her hips and back up her waist and around the curve of her breasts. Hermione's eyes went half-lidded with pleasure. Gods, his touch felt so damn good. Reflexively she pressed her body against his, trapping his cock between their bodies and feeling a delicious tingle thrum through her body and stop between her thighs, tickling at her as the wizard's organ pulsed against her.
"Oh," Hermione gasped as Severus' moved his hands to her back and swept down over the curve of her buttocks, kneading her flesh lightly and pulling her against him, his breathing quickening. Suddenly he pulled up her gown and smoothed his hands over her bare ass and thighs. The witch gasped again at the feel of his warm palms on her skin so intimately.
Severus watched the witch's responses. He normally didn't take time like this, wait this long once a witch was in his bedroom…but it was the witch's first time. He was a hard man, but it only seemed right to prepare her. Merlin knew she felt good under his hands.
"Touch me back," he breathed. "Get familiar with my body, witch."
Severus moved back a bit, but kept caressing the witch. Hermione hesitantly brought one small hand to the center of his pale chest, pressing her palm against it and feeling the wizard's strong heartbeat and musculature. She looked up at him, biting her lip. She moved her hand down slowly over the ridges of his abdomen. The wizard's breath suddenly hitched, his belly tightening for a moment. He was reacting to her touch.
"I made him do that," Hermione thought, "He likes me touching him."
The Potions Master's eyes glittered then half closed as the witch brought up her other hand and slid it over his belly and around his waist. No one touched him like this…so gently. Most of the time witches were digging their nails into his back or ass, goading him on.
Hermione extended both her arms and ran them over the wizard's back. Suddenly she stopped and looked up at him.
"Scars…" she said softly, her eyes full of sympathy, as her fingertips moved over the raised welts, "So many scars, Severus."
The wizard swallowed at the look of compassion on the witch's face. She felt for him. Severus swallowed, then steeled himself.
"Voldemort," he said hoarsely.
Hermione continued to stare at him, her heart filled with ache for his suffering. Suddenly and softly she embraced the wizard, resting her head against his chest.
"I'm so sorry," she said, "So sorry for what you had to go through for us."
The Potions Master could feel her lips move against his skin as she spoke those words. No one but Albus had ever said anything by way of comfort to him concerning the torture he'd undergone while serving the Dark Lord. He took a deep breath to compose himself, remembering who and what he was.
"I don't need your pity, witch" he snarled at her, pushing Hermione back against the wall, angry that she was getting to him. "I only need your body. Just your body."
"It's not pity," Hermione gasped as the wizard pressed against her hard, grinding his cock into her and grasping her breasts roughly, fondling them, feeling them peak to hard points beneath his palms.
"Oh gods," Hermione groaned as desire flooded her, pressing her pelvis against the wizard helplessly, wanting to feel that pulsing, hard organ against her. She didn't care how big it was anymore. She only wanted that strong, angry body and all its parts against her own
"If it's not pity…what is it witch?" Severus seethed down at her as he began to hike up her nightie. Hermione whimpered as she felt his cock against her naked skin
"Well, what is it?" Severus demanded, leaning back slightly as Hermione helplessly lifted her arms so he could pull her nightie over her head.
She was naked now, and everything was becoming unreal…everything except the wizard grinding against her and sliding his hands over her body as if he owned it.
"I just care," she blurted out, writhing under his attack. "Can't somebody care about what happened to you? What you went through? It's not pity Severus. I would never pity a man as blackhearted as you."
The Potions Master stopped his assault on the witch. He felt a little like laughing. She cared about him even though he was blackhearted? Typical Gryffindor.
Hermione arched against him, her hands pulling at his back insistently, wanting him to continue touching and moving against her. He felt so wonderful, and it soothed the ache pulsing inside her. She pressed her lips against his chest, wanting more contact. Again the wizard's belly constricted as the witch began to kiss his body. She was on automatic now, her body taking over, her hands moving over his back and sides as if memorizing every scar and muscle.
Severus leaned his head back, and closed his eyes as Hermione's soft lips pressed against his flesh over and over again. This was unlike any encounter he had ever had before. Were all virgins this way? Or was it something specific to the witch. Hermione had always had a compassionate streak, and a desire to support the underdog. If there were ever an underdog…Severus was it. He found he liked the feel of her mouth on his skin. In fact…
The Potions Master ran his hand through her curly locks, and looked down at her. She had no experience, but still…
"You care, witch? Then show me how much you care," he breathed, grasping Hermione's hand and pulling the witch toward the bed. He sat down on the edge of it, his legs gapped wide and pulled the witch between them. He could smell her arousal and ran his hands over her breasts and down her belly, grazing her pubic hair before sliding them down her thighs and back up. He looked up at the witch.
"You know what fellatio is, Hermione?" he asked her, knowing she did.
"Yes," the witch breathed, quaking beneath his caresses.
"I want you to perform it on me," the wizard said, "Kneel between my legs, witch."
Hermione was so heated, she dropped to her knees without a word. She wasn't afraid to put her mouth on him. Not now.
Severus hissed as the witch looked up at him, her amber eyes glistening. She had never done this before but didn't give him a word of protest. She was willing to do what he wanted, even though she didn't have a lick of experience. Well, she was about to gain more than a lick of it.
"Grasp my cock," he directed, falling back on his elbows, his hair a curtain around his pale face.
Hermione looked at the wizard's huge organ. It was pointing directly at her, the pinkish head dripping a clear, thick fluid. She could smell the wizard's maleness…cloying and magnetic. The witch felt a gush roll out to coat her thighs.
"Take hold of it," Severus hissed, bucking his hips at the witch, lust making him impatient and harsh. Suddenly his hand shot out and grasped her hair tightly. Hermione had the sensation of melting as a thrill shot through her at the wizard's manhandling. He pulled her forward.
"Witch, do what I say…" the wizard growled.
Hermione grasped Severus' cock in one small warm hand. She couldn't close her fist over him, or even come close. The wizard's hips bucked when he felt her hot, little hand grasp his shaft. He sat up.
"Put it in your mouth and suck on it," he said, his eyes glinting down at the pretty witch's small, full lips.
Gods, he hoped he didn't come the minute her mouth closed around him. Knowing Hermione had never tasted a cock before and that he would be the first to have her this way was very arousing.
Hermione looked at the huge tool she held in her hand, then took a deep breath and opened her mouth, moving forward and engulfing the head of the wizard's cock, sucking softly. She was rewarded by a deep, sensual groan from Severus, who was staring down at her.
"Yessss," he sighed, pulling Hermione forward by her hair so she slid up, groaning again, then pulled her back. After a moment she took up the motion herself, understanding.
Severus could already feel his balls pulsating and she had barely pleasured him. Gods, how delicious she looked. Unlike most witches however, her eyes were wide open and a bit cross-eyed as she watch what she was doing. This turned him on even more.
"You like watching yourself suck my cock, Hermione," he breathed, then bit his lip as the witch jerked a little in reaction. The smell of her arousal was stronger now. "Such a naughty little virgin. Move faster."
He jerked the witch by her hair a bit to start her, and Hermione obeyed, feeling his hardness filling her mouth over and over, so hot, the soft skin covering the iron sliding between her lips as he groaned helplessly. She was new at this, but was obviously pleasing him and that pleased her. She boldly reached up and cupped the wizard's balls with her other hand. Severus hissed and jerked as she rolled them between her fingers. She wasn't doing this because she knew to, but because she was curious as to how they felt. They were cooler than his cock, and there were hard little balls inside them. By the way the wizard was bucking, they were very sensitive. She couldn't help but feel a little power.
Severus was moving close to the edge now, and slid both his hands to the back of Hermione's head, guiding her. Suddenly the witch gagged. He stopped as she recovered, then continued on, hissing and groaning.
"Yesss, yes witch. You're a natural," he breathed as he felt his balls tightening. Hermione felt the wizard begin to shudder, his thighs starting to crush her.
Suddenly, Severus pulled out of her mouth and ejaculated, his come spurting, hitting her chin and throat, dripping down to her breasts as he hissed and groaned, his pale face contorting with pleasure as the witch was covered in hot thick, white fluid.
Hermione was stunned, but gods…still turned on as the wizard grasped his cock and finished releasing on her. Gasping, he fell back to the bed, his pale chest rising and falling. Hermione was panting too, but from desire and emotion. She looked down at her breasts just as Severus lifted his head to look at her. She didn't see him as she ran a fingertip through the creamy release, brought it to her nose and sniffed it, then sucked his come off her finger.
"Shit," the wizard breathed as Hermione looked up at him a bit guiltily, her finger still in her mouth. She pulled it out and blushed.
"I…I just wanted to know what it tasted like," she said sheepishly.
Severus stared at her. He had pulled out because he wasn't sure that Hermione would have been willing to swallow her first time out. He had underestimated the witch. Damn.
"So, how does it taste?" he asked the witch, sitting up and looking at her come covered breasts. He already felt a little throb.
"A little like aspirin," she said softly, blushing again. Severus found it slightly amusing the witch was blushing while covered in sperm. Amusing, but hot.
"Go to my robe and retrieve my wand," he told the witch.
He watched as Hermione rose and turned, walking over to the chair his house robe lay on. Severus' eyes were glued to her perfect little ass, and he felt another throb as he thought about gripping it as he penetrated the witch from behind.
Hermione retrieved his wand and returned, handing it to him. The wizard pointed it at her.
"Scourgify," he said, watching as his release disappeared. "Get in the bed witch. It's your turn."
Hermione climbed into the bed and lay on her back, her brow furrowed.
"My turn?" she asked, then gasped as Severus suddenly rolled over on top of her, skin to skin, his weight pressing down on her. He kissed her hungrily, his tongue once again threatening to remove her tonsils as he scoured every part of her mouth, making the witch dizzy with his ardor. He pulled away.
"Yes, your turn. I am going to enjoy you, witch," he said, then fell back to her mouth, moving down her throat, all lips, tongue, teeth and hands as he took his pleasure of Hermione's body.
The witch arched, crying out as his mouth moved over her breasts, licking, nipping and sucking until she felt she would go insane. The ache between her legs was like a huge, burning fire.
"Oh gods, I didn't think it would be like this, Severus" she gasped, moving under him. The wizard's lips slid down her tight belly, his hair dragging across her skin. He dropped lower and Hermione reflexively clamped her thighs together when he pulled on her pubic hair with his lips.
Severus scowled at the lockdown.
"Open your legs…wide! Now!" he demanded, squeezing her waist with his large hands.
Hermione gasped and complied, biting her lip as she felt the wizard part her labia with his fingers.
Severus stared at her pretty pink pussy, his eyes resting on the small stretch of delicate skin covering the entrance to pleasure. That was what he had to remove.
"I'll say it again, Hermione…you have a very pretty pussy," the wizard breathed, running his tongue over her clit in a large, luxurious lick and smiling as he tasted her for the first time. Hermione squealed, bucking her hips. The wizard locked his arms around her thighs tightly.
"Ambrosia," he sighed, licking his lips then diving into her core with gusto.
It was a good thing the Potions Master didn't have any glassware in his bedroom.
The witch's high note would have surely shattered it.
Hermione's entire existence had been reduced to one pulsing point between her thighs, a point which was being lashed relentlessly by the lusty Potions Master. His supple tongue and lips moved over her sensitive inner flesh, gathering her flavor as the witch squealed, hissed and begged for mercy and release. But Severus was not a merciful man, and her cries served only to make him more ardent, his cock hardening again as she bucked against his mouth. He had never tasted pussy this good and was determined to get his fill of the witch.
He stopped for a moment, looking up at Hermione. The witch raised her head and looked down at him, thankful for the reprieve. Her face was red and her eyes were wet from his ministrations…it was almost too good and Hermione panted down at him.
"Position change," he said to her silkily.
The wizard suddenly rolled to his back, wrenching and flipping Hermione as he did so, rolling the witch over so her apex was poised over his face and she was face down in the bed.
"Oh Merlin!," Hermione cried as the wizard continued eating her out, now using his big nose to stimulate her clit, his sounds of pleasure muffled. "Severus, pleeeeeease!"
He pleased all right. Pleased himself as he lapped at her core, his pale hands running over her soft ass, squeezing, gripping and guiding her against his mouth. Suddenly Hermione shrieked as a bolt of pleasure shot deep inside her, seeming to blast her floodgates open. The witch keened, shuddered and orgasmed rising up on her hands and stretching out, grinding her pussy down on the delighted Potions Master's face. The wizard drank down the emissions that leaked around her hymen…it was slow but delicious going and he made sure to collect every scrumptious drop of the squealing witch's release.
As the Potions Master indulged himself in the witch, he didn't realize he was drinking Hermione in subconsciously as well. The taking of innocence is a powerful double-edged sword, and can't be done without receiving some kind of effect. As Hermione's first lover, Severus was assuming a place of importance in the witch's life. Even if they never came together again, she would always remember him. And since Hermione was the first virgin he ever took, a witch of brilliance and good character, not to mention a woman who had saved him from death, she was indelibly being written on his dark soul. Severus would never be able to erase her, no matter how dark and cold he perceived himself. The act simply had too much significance. What was happening between them was too intimate to be pushed away.
Hermione's shudders and squeals died away, and Severus let out a long sigh of satisfaction as he slid from under her, his face glistening. Damn, that had been exquisite.
Severus rolled back over and stood up, looking down at the panting witch, who looked extremely embarrassed at her wantonness in the final moments. Severus' face was shining with what could only be her juices…but he didn't look the least bit upset about it. In fact he was licking his lips quite exaggeratedly, which made her feel even more embarrassed. Suddenly the wizard launched himself at her.
Hermione screamed as Severus landed on the left side of the bed full weight with a great bounce that lifted her from the mattress a moment before she fell back, her eyes round with shock. She thought the wizard would be more disciplined and climb into the bed like a normal person. The wizard grabbed her and kissed her deeply, smearing Hermione's juices all over her face and letting her taste her own flavor. Severus pulled away from her mouth and studied her. Now Hermione's face had a slight gleam of juice, and all she could smell was pussy. It didn't exactly smell bad but she wasn't used to it and made a face.
"What? The scent doesn't appeal to you?" the Potions Master asked the witch, smirking slightly as he brought a pale hand to her belly and rubbed it slowly. His cock was swollen and ready for more intimate exploits now. But he felt like teasing the witch a bit.
"I'm not a wizard, Severus," she replied softly, "Please scourgify me."
"You're going to be scenting more than that in a few witch. You might as well get used to it," he said, reaching for the wand. "Personally, I think the scent of pussy should be bottled and sold commercially. It would be a hit with wizards, I assure you. Scourgify."
Severus cleansed both Hermione and himself, then put the wand on the nightstand. He lay down his body and face turned toward the witch, his cock pulsing.
"Did you like me laving your pussy?" he asked her.
Hermione turned several colors and didn't answer him.
"Still the shy virgin," he teased her, then changed his voice to falsetto, "Talking about what feels good to my pussy is sooooo baaaad. I might grow hair on my tongue."
Hermione scowled at him.
"Shut up," she said, reddening.
Hermione really was quite embarrassed about her reaction to the wizard, especially when she came and ground herself down on his face. Still the witch was very aware of his long, lean body as he lay facing her, his heat and masculinity washing over her in waves. She wanted more contact with Severus, even though he was acting a right bastard teasing her as he was.
Instead of getting mad, Severus chuckled. It was rich and deep. He felt like playing in the witch's hair for a moment. It was so curly and wild. Beautiful actually…like a flowing mane of tangles. But he didn't do it. That would be too…too intimate and imply something else entirely.
"But you did like it witch…your responses to my tongue were luscious. I could have sipped at your fountain for hours if there weren't other more pressing needs to attend to," he purred silkily, moving his hand from her belly to her breast, caressing it before tweaking her nipple. The witch gasped and arched up.
Severus let out a low growl, then leaned down latched on to her breast, sucking hard as he massaged the other, and slid his hand between her legs, petting the lips of her pussy lightly, but not touching her core. Hermione began to mewl like a kitten, heating up again, pressing her pussy against Severus' hand, trying to make him increase his contact. She was juicing up again.
Severus enjoyed the witch arching and moaning at his touch. This was so much more than his usual liaisons. Every reaction he got from the witch, he was drawing out of her, pulling from her. She was ready for sex, but needed him to arouse her to a state of receptiveness. And he was the only wizard she needed. No one else made Hermione Granger want to cock her legs but the dour Severus Snape. That was what really affected him, though he pushed the thought down. He didn't need to think that way, and refused to direct any conscious thought to the truth of this situation. He was too covetous a man, and he didn't want to claim the witch. He had gone this long without one cluttering up his life. Hermione would probably become absolutely insufferable if they became involved. She was still a little know-it-all. They'd be arguing and debating constantly over everything under the sun. Who wanted that? Not that he minded a little intelligent sparring…but still…no. No.
Severus rolled on top of the witch and began kissing her again, readying her for the main event. He rested his cock against her lower belly and rubbed it back and forth, the witch moaning into his mouth as she felt the length of him moving sensually against her. She pressed up, and the wizard smiled slightly against her lips, then pulled away.
"My cock feels good against you, doesn't it Hermione?" he asked the witch, whose eyes were closed. She licked her lips, opened her eyes and looked up at him. They were absolutely smoldering…Severus hissed a bit at the desire he saw in their depths. When he looked at other witches in this same position, he could easily see they wanted sex. He could have been any wizard. As long as he had a cock, he was in
But Hermione wanted him and him alone. The way her eyes moved over him showed the wizard that. Severus' nostrils flared as he fought down an unfamiliar tightness in his chest. This was just sex. Casual sex with a virgin…that was the only difference. The witch was a virgin this time. He told himself just because no other man had fucked Hermione, it didn't make her any different than any other witch. Hermione was the same. The same. Breasts, ass, thighs and pussy.
"And she wouldn't let any other wizard do this to her but you," a little voice in his head said.
"Shut up," the wizard growled audibly.
Hermione looked a bit perplexed at the wizard's comment. Severus looked down at her, then ground into her viciously, suddenly angry. The witch melted back into her state of total desire, her lips parting with pleasure and need. She was so hot and soft under him, her small hands running over his body. He groaned as she swept them over his buttocks, pulling him gently, his anger subsiding a bit.
"Kiss me again, Severus," she whispered up at him.
Severus hesitated. He had kissed her too much already. Kissing took casual sex to another level…made it personal. He fell to her throat instead, the witch groaning sweetly as his mouth connected with her skin and moved over it.
"You feel so good, so good," she sighed arching beneath him, "but…but…I'm aching inside Severus. I need more of you. Give it to me."
Severus throbbed noticeably, and Hermione worked her pelvis against him instinctively, trying to rouse him to action.
Severus lifted his head, his dark eyes blazing into hers.
"You want me to fuck you now, witch?" he breathed
"Yessss. I can't stand the ache inside me," she whispered, her eyes glistening.
Again, Severus felt a tightness in his chest as the witch shared how she felt, how much she wanted him inside her.
"Then tell me what you want. Say it like I did," he demanded, increasing his movements and making the poor witch almost whimper with need.
"I want you to fuck me, Severus," she groaned, "I don't care how big you are. I am burning up inside…I need to feel you inside me. Please. Gods."
Severus looked down on the petite witch. She was going to get quite a filling. At least she was hot and begging for it…maybe it wouldn't hurt her too much since she was so randy. If it did hurt her greatly, there was really nothing for it. He wasn't going to give her a numbing potion. Severus wanted Hermione to feel all of him, to hear her voice break and see her face contort when he first entered her delicious little body.
"It's going to hurt, witch," he said to her, halting his motions.
Hermione's eyes were almost luminous as she answered him.
"Severus, I hurt already. Every part of my body is aching, burning…the only remedy is you," she said softly, pulling on him insistently. "Don't make me wait any longer."
The wizard slipped his hand between her thighs and brought it up, his digits coated with her lubrication.
"Well you are ready," he breathed down at her, then licked his fingers clean.
"So ready," she agreed, her voice trembling with need.
Hermione had no cognizance of anything around her save Severus. He was the very center of the universe for the witch, and she was helplessly trapped in his pull. She wanted to collide with him, feel herself merge with the dark wizard. Right now, nothing on earth was as important as becoming one with Severus Snape. Nothing. And she told him so, not realizing it.
The wizard listened to her passionate declaration, his dark eyes somber, desire rushing through him. Nothing more important? Well then, it seemed the time had come.
Severus parted Hermione's legs wider.
"Bend your knees," he directed her, deciding to deflower her in the missionary position first. Hermione did so, gasping as he slid down so he could place the swollen head of his cock against her entrance. He pressed against her so she could feel the resistance.
Severus rested on his elbows for a moment, looking at the witch. There wasn't any fear on her face now, like there was when he warded her in his bedroom. There was only need, a very gentle, yet hunger look on her face. She really was a lovely witch.
"Since you started this night out poking me," he said to her, "It is only fair I end it by poking you…repeatedly. Now hold me witch."
Hermione wrapped her arms around the wizard's neck. Severus locked his eyes to her face as he slipped his hands under her shoulders. He took a deep breath, then yanked her down, driving forward with all his might, feeling her resist then snap, his cock sliding into the tightest, softest, hottest sheathe he ever felt.
"Oh Merlin," he hissed as Hermione shrieked, clutching him close as she sobbed.
"Just hold me, witch. It's about to get much better," he said softly, his voice dripping silk and pleasure as he looked down on the witch.
"Much better."
Hermione clung to Severus, tears sliding from the corner of her eyes as she looked up at him, gasping at the feel of his cock embedded in her body. It had hurt just as he warned her it would, but gods, he was finally inside her, finally connected
"That hurt," Hermione whispered to the wizard staring down at her, an indescribable look on his face.
"It may have hurt you, witch, but it feels like heaven to me. Gods, you are delicious," Severus said, his voice raw with desire, fighting to keep from thrusting into the warm body wrapped around him. He shuddered, trying to give Hermione a chance to recover and adjust to his size.
"I can't believe it's you," the witch said softly, "That you'd be the one to do this. I thought…"
"You thought it would be some wizard who courted you, who plied you with flowers and dinners," Severus said, pulling back, the witch moaning at the delicious slide as he withdrew. "Just more proof of your naiveté witch."
"Oh gods that feels good," Hermione half-sobbed, pleasure flooding her as the wizard moved inside her.
"This will feel better," Severus hissed, thrusting into Hermione, hitting her cervix lightly.
The witch's mouth dropped open as Severus drove his cock into her, the thick head and shaft filling and parting her, the friction of his hot hard flesh sliding against her walls both soothing and increasing the ache she felt inside as her body checked his thrust. Hermione had never felt anything so good or wanted anything more. He had to keep going.
"Sweet Circe, Severus…do it again," she groaned.
Severus held back, reveling in her desire for him. The witch didn't have to ask him. He was going to do it again and again in a moment.
"Do what again, witch?" he teased, drawing back slowly, Hermione hissing and thrusting her pelvis up so he wouldn't break their contact.
Severus groaned.
Shit, Hermione had changed the angle. She didn't know what she was doing, but it was going to lead to one hell of a fucking if she kept it up. He was trying to give her a chance to get used to him. Severus thrust back into her again, harder this time, his face contorting as he looked down at the witch, who gasped loudly at his increased power. Gods, it ached a bit, but felt good…
It seemed Hermione could take a bit of power. Severus pulled back and stroked her harder, testing her limit. The witch let out a little shriek, but her legs wrapped around his waist. She wanted more of it.
"Yesss," the wizard hissed, "You seem to have a bit of the masochist in you, Hermione. Do you want me to fuck you harder?"
"Yes…and faster…you're too slow," she gasped up at him.
Too slow? Why the little minx…she hadn't received more than three strokes and already she was trying to tell him what to do and how to do it.
Severus looked down at the witch, his eyes glinting. He arched an eyebrow at her.
"I'm too slow, am I?" he asked the witch with a growl.
"Yes," Hermione replied, shifting under him impatiently.
"I was trying to be patient witch…considering this is your first time, but since you seem to think I don't know how to handle you…" the wizard said, lifting up on his arms and glaring down at Hermione, "I have no other recourse than to show you I do."
Severus began to stroke Hermione, starting out slow and relatively gentle, the witch moaning and gasping with pleasure as she pulled on his buttocks, trying to get more power. Severus' black eyes were fixed to her face as he began to increase his depth and power. Hermione's eyes went wide.
"Oh damn!" she choked, "Severus!"
The wizard increased his speed, poling into the witch hard and fast, starting to let go, grunting as Hermione's hands slid around to his belly pressing upward as if to ease him off. But there was no easing Severus Snape. The Potions Master's pale body went into overdrive and Hermione began shrieking as the wizard pummeled her, taking every inch of her softness, his pistoning cock slick with her juices, squishing through her orifice hungrily, driving the witch higher and higher.
A sweetness was growing in the pit of her belly, looming behind the ache of Severus' possession, ballooning, stretching, pleasure snaking through her limbs to the tips of her fingers and toes. Dear gods, why had she waited so long for this? Sex was amazing…but she knew as the wizard above her stared down at her, his body flexing, his dark eyes smoldering, it wouldn't be as amazing as it was if she were with any other wizard than Severus Snape. He brought this hunger out of her…only he could slake it…and gods, was he doing that. Hermione shrieked as the wizard hit her sweet spot, clenching around him. Severus felt her reaction and drove into that spot over and over, his hips nearly blurring as he gave it to her faster and harder.
"Come for me witch," he hissed down at her, "I want to feel you explode. Come!"
Severus began fucking Hermione so hard she began sliding up the bed, screaming as she was overwhelmed by the straining wizard.
"Severus!" she screamed as her pleasure peaked, her nails digging into the wizard's back as she exploded, her pussy choking Severus' cock as her release washed over him.
Severus groaned from both the pain of Hermione's nails and the bliss of her tightening, gushing sex pouring over him, soaking his pelvis and balls. The wizard was unable to continue stroking, Hermione was so tight around him, pulsing as she babbled incoherently, wrapping her arms around his waist, her eyes staring at some distant horizon of bliss as she shuddered around him.
The wizard's heart was pounding as he witnessed Hermione's first sex-inspired release. She was absolutely beautiful in her bliss, writhing beneath him, her voice rich with passion, her amber eyes half-lidded with pleasure. Severus dropped on her and kissed her. He couldn't help himself, and she met his kiss with a powerful hunger, threatening to remove his tonsils this time. When her body relaxed, Severus began fucking her again, rippling over her petite body and jerking it powerfully as he buried his cock between her thighs over and over, his eyes closed and mouth slack. The scent of sex was heavy in the air, like a heady perfume, and the wizard breathed it in.
Hermione was lost to the wizard and accepted every demanding, lusty stroke with abandon. He had taken her someplace she hadn't known existed, and she wanted to go there again with him. She had never dreamed Severus would be the first man to give her his strength and his passion. Not her snarky, cold former Potions Master. Yet, however cold she thought the wizard was, she now knew an all-consuming fire burned inside him. She couldn't get enough of his ache as he rode her body. Suddenly the wizard stopped, pulling out of her.
"No!" Hermione gasped, clutching at him as he struggled to rise.
"Let me go, witch!' he hissed, wrestling with her for a moment as he freed himself, then pulling her roughly to a sitting position. He knelt in front of the startled witch.
"Turn over and get on your hands and knees," Severus ordered, stroking his cock as his eyes washed over her, lustful and hard. "I want to fuck you in the bitch position."
Hermione stiffened.
"Bitch position? I won't do anything with that kind of connotation! Really!" Hermione said, scowling at Severus, who scowled back at her. She was still hot for him, but Hermione Granger wasn't anybody's bitch.
"Oh, you'll do it, witch," Severus seethed, grabbing Hermione, who started kicking and struggling, causing Severus to fall on top of her heavily as he tried to protect his cock. Realizing he could use this to his advantage, the wizard lay on top of the squirming witch dead weight, crushing her until she stopped struggling. Severus was loving this. He never got to actually wrestle a witch he was fucking. It was quite fun.
"Get off me," she hissed at him, trying to breathe.
Severus rose up just enough so he could grab her around the waist. Hermione began to struggle again as he twisted her around.
"You've got the wrong order to your words, witch," he breathed as he forcibly positioned her on her hands and knees, finally wrapping his fist in her hair and jerking her head back roughly. He really wasn't a nice wizard at all.
"'Get me off' would have been the proper comment," he said thrusting into the witch hard, using his grip on her hair to keep her up. "Yesssss."
Gods, he went deep. Hermione howled.
Severus released her hair and gripped her waist with both hands.
"Hurt did it? You should have cooperated better. Now…apologize," he hissed.
Hermione didn't say anything and Severus rammed his cock into the witch to the hilt, slamming into her cervix and began to fuck her hard, the witch falling to the pillow, shrieking and trying to crawl away.
"No you don't" the Potions Master growled, pulling Hermione back and locking both arms under her belly, his loins slapping against her ass loudly, stinging her flesh as he took his pleasure of the witch. Despite her struggles, Hermione was very turned on by his roughness. Severus suspected she had resisted him just so he would be rough with her. She knew he disliked disobedience from when she was a student. He hadn't changed.
"Apologize, witch!" he demanded, leaning back slightly to change his angle and drawing her over him, digging into her walls hard, reaming the witch thoroughly, her volume increasing.
"I'm sorry!" Hermione cried out…he was too much.
Severus straightened, then hunched over the witch, resting on his hands as he continued fucking her, biting his lower lip in pleasure. He lowered his mouth to Hermione's ear, his hair draping over her shoulder.
"Woof! Woof!" he barked softly, then chuckled, driving into her lustfully and whirling his hips, making the witch's breath hitch. He liked being bowed over her petite, jerking body. She was making a lot of noise…but she could take it. He planned to get as much pleasure as possible from the witch, burying his cock in her tight snatch over and over. The witch was delicious. She was also more than that. He never teased any of the witches he had been with. He fucked them with dispatch and put them out. But he liked teasing Hermione. He knew she hated it.
This was a throwback to when she was a student under his control and he tormented her constantly. Now she was under his control intimately…and old habits died hard. He couldn't help himself. It was kind of freeing in its way.
Hermione orgasmed again and Severus pulled out of her, parting the witch's cheeks, lowering his head and lapping up her release, the witch groaning and mashing her pussy against his face. She was a passionate little thing. When she was spent, Hermione collapsed face down on the bed, exhausted.
Unfortunately for her, Severus wasn't. She felt him grab her arm and flip her to her back. He laid his full length on top of her, his erection pressed into her belly.
"I'm so tired," she said to him, still quaking a bit.
Severus searched her face.
"All right," he said, rising off of her and resting on his knees.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, then squealed as the wizard suddenly threw her legs over his shoulders and grabbed her wrists, pinning her arms down.
"I'll finish with you," he breathed, twisting his hips until he was positioned properly then driving his cock into her brutally.
Hermione cried out at his power. The Potions Master once again went into overdrive, slamming into Hermione repeatedly, grunting and hissing. He rode the witch hard, taking all he could. She would remember her deflowerment…he made sure she would. Finally the witch fell silent, too hoarse to scream anymore as the wizard continued fucking her, the witch boneless now, expelling a breath every time he plunged inside her, her eyes wet. Yet, she didn't tell him to stop.
Severus heard her whisper something, and slowed his stroke, lowering his head so he could hear her.
"I'm never going to forget tonight," she said softly, "Or you Severus."
The wizard stared at her.
"Shhhh," he said, falling to Hermione's body and riding her into the stretch, allowing himself to let go completely, losing himself in her sweetness until he felt the warning pulse of impending release, and then drove into her insanely, shuddering and groaning until at last he climaxed, howling and slamming into the witch as deeply as possible, filling her with his seed.
"Yesss. Yesss," he gasped looking down at the witch, whose eyes were half-lidded and sleepy. He had given her quite a workout for her first time.
Finally his pulsing stopped, and he pulled out of Hermione wetly, and rolled to his back, panting.
She had been very, very good.
They lay beside each other in total silence for at least half and hour. Severus thought Hermione might have been sleeping, but she wasn't. She was thinking about how he said this would most likely be their only time. She wasn't about to turn into a Sybil over the wizard. She was deflowered…he wasn't interested in a relationship.
It was time to go.
Severus opened one eye as Hermione struggled to sit up, wincing a little before climbing over him. A part of her longed to kiss the wizard goodbye, but she thought better of it.
"Where are you going?" the Potions Master asked Hermione, his eyes on her ass as she walked toward her discarded nightie.
"To my rooms," she said shortly, pulling on her nightie then pulling her wand out of his robe pocket and scourgifying herself. She was walking a bit gap-legged, and looked to be in some pain.
Severus looked displeased, but didn't say anything.
Hermione tried to open the bedroom door.
"Can you let me out?" she asked the wizard.
Severus looked at her as if her request was a bother, then rolled out of the bed, picked up his wand and scourgified himself as well. He then slipped on his boxers, picked up his black house robe and walked over to the witch. He settled his robe over her shoulders.
"Send that back to me tomorrow," he said gruffly, unwarding the door and leading the witch through his study. He opened the study wall, then walked through and unwarded his office door. He opened it and Hermione walked through.
"Thank you Severus," was all she said before walking down to her rooms and letting herself in. The wizard watched her, a frown on his face. When she let herself in, he closed the door, locked it and returned to his bedroom.
His black eyes drifted over the sheets. Hermione's blood smeared them. He stared at the proof of her innocence, then sat down on the edge of the bed. She had been rather cold when she left. He expected her to at least want to kiss him good-bye.
But then again, he had set the stage for such a sterile parting. He said nothing would change between them and that he would not be her "boyfriend." That had been a little jibe on his part…Hermione was too old to have a boyfriend. She would have a lover if anything.
Well, the witch's makeover was now complete. She was a woman in every sense of the word. Her curiosity was sated…she knew what it was like to be fucked, and she had liked it.
Hell, he had liked it too. Hermione was unlike any witch he had ever had sex with. It was a real joy to be able to have a witch he was secure with. He knew she had no STDs. Quite strong too. He was sure the witch was going to be in tears most of the time, but she had surprised him.
Severus stood up, removed his boxers and climbed into the bed, not scourgifying it. His pillow smelled of jasmine and he rested his nose against it, breathing the scent in.
It had been a satisfying night, and Hermione a wonderful distraction.
But now, it was back to life as usual.
A/N: Whew…am tired. Thanks for reading.