Right - lots to say today. Firstly, thanks for all the lovely reviews. I promise to get back to you ASAP, but simply have not been able to yet. Sorry!
Secondly, I have written a one-off which I'm quite pleased with. I stayed up far too late last night writing it but I think, despite using HP characters, it is simply a story about need, need at a particular moment in one's life. It is, shall we say, an unusual pairing. Well, you may think so, but the more I thought about it, the more I thought it was a perfect one-off pairing. It is not a Hermione story, but it involves the only other female character that I could really imagine me writing another erotic fic about (as indeed it is! Hey - it is me after all!) - someone who is quite fascinating. It may surprise some of you, some of you may simply not want anything to do with the pairing, but it has turned out quite realistically and believably, and I can actually imagine the two of them having a moment like this in the time it is written. It was inspired by a moment, and a line in particular near the end of DH. It is called 'A Time to Dance' - you can find it on my profile if nowhere else. Check it out. If you don't like after reading the AN for the story then fair enough. ;-)
Thirdly, I really am not sure about this chapter. I'm feeling quite wary about it. There's a lot of smut at the beginning, which I wrote during one of those moments, and although the explicit nature is quite important to the sentiments expressed, there is quite a lot of it, I'm afraid!! There is also some very important dialogue - and more to come, but I didn't think they were ready for it all yet. I may edit this chapter later, but wanted to update for you all. I confess, my energy over the last day or so, has gone into the one-shot, which I am pleased with.
Anyway, be honest, I can take it, but bear in mind that I do realise this isn't perfect. Things will move along a little more swiftly after this.
Right - you can read it now!
For a while neither could move. Hermione remained kneeling before him, panting heavily, her eyes gazing blearily up into his. Then suddenly he bent to her, grabbed her arms firmly in his hands and raised her up. It took her by surprise, but his display of force stirred the constant ache in her belly once again. She reached her arms out to him, running them along the sinewy muscles of his body, trying to lower her head to him, but she was prevented. He held her back and instead manoeuvred her powerfully to a chair at the side of the room. He pushed her slightly and she fell into it with a jolt, causing her to gasp in.
Immediately he knelt before her, pushing her legs far apart and lowering his mouth to the soft flesh behind her knee. He planted a hot open-mouthed kiss there, and quickly dragged his lips and tongue up her inner thigh, gathering in the dampness which was already glistening off her from the pleasure he had given her earlier. Hermione kept her head raised to gaze down at him, but found her features creasing in expectation of what was to come. His tongue ran hard up her legs, before finally reaching the soaking folds it sought. When there, he quickly plunged straight into her, seeking up into her dripping pussy, and immediately eliciting another gush into his open mouth. He groaned deliriously against her, the vibrations throbbing through her being.
Hermione brought her hand down hard to clasp his hair, and she could not prevent her head from falling back; it was impossible to focus. Severus licked and sucked desperately at her juices, drinking down every drop of her he could. His tongue came out and stroked hard from top to bottom, tantalising her swollen needy clit as it went, but more intent on absorbing all her pleasure on his tongue. His ardour overwhelmed her, and the sublime feelings he wrought brought more and more wetness flooding to him. He lapped it up eagerly, his thirst unquenchable.
She was so close; she willed him nearer to the throbbing nub of flesh at the top, but just when she thought she would come he pulled up and brought his head up to hers, kissing her hard, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. She tasted herself strongly on him; it was a strange sensation, but one she welcomed if only for the passion he had displayed in taking it. He pulled her lower lip out with his teeth, his eyes burning into hers. Holding her head hard between his hands, he hissed low and desperate, "I am addicted to the taste of you, witch. I am addicted to the exquisite taste of your pleasure."
Her clit throbbed its need. She moaned almost incoherently, trying to push him down again, "Please ... please ... go back ... I need you there ... oh god ... please." She was almost sobbing. He merely clasped her head in his hands, forcing her eyes to focus on him.
"Do you know what you taste of? Do you know what I taste, when I suck your pleasure out of you?"
She shook her head blearily, taking in his passion, but desperate for the feel of his tongue and mouth on her again.
"You taste of promise – you taste of reawakening. You taste of life, witch."
At last Hermione listened to his words. But just as the depth of his sentiment started to sink in, he swiftly lowered himself again to her, and reapplied himself to laving her burning core with his tongue. She was now so desperate that both her hands came down to push his head hard into her.
His brief absence had caused her clit to swell and ripen beyond containment. And with his words still ringing in her ear, his tongue swept hard up, at last fully encircling the engorged nub of flesh. Her hands, along with all her other muscles, tightened in expectation. He groaned with the sudden tug on his hair, but did not pull back. She tensed, her eyes widening. Then the wave broke and Hermione convulsed hard over and over against his head, a deep gasping cry pulled from her. She felt herself flood onto him, and he drank in her ecstasy in long drafts, ensuring he caught every drop.
Only when he was fully sated, long after the last twitch of pleasure had left her delirious body, did he at last raise himself up. He stood, looking down at her still recumbent in the chair. She smiled blearily up at him, brushing her hair out of her eyes. Despite all that had already passed between them he once again had an erection, and as she glanced at him now, hard and swollen, swaying slightly before her, she realised what she had so far been missing tonight. She needed him filling her, and on cue, her insides twisted and protested their denial. She arched off the chair a little, another mewl of desire escaping her. He understood, and could deny his own needs no longer. Reaching down his hand to her, he waited for her to take it and pulled her up firmly. They stood swaying together for a moment, not kissing, just standing.
Then, still holding her hand, he spun around and sat in the chair himself, his iron cock rising proudly before him. He pulled her towards him. She looked down at him, her eyes flitting to his protruding member, her breathing heavy and laboured. But smoothly and deftly, she threw a leg over his knees, grabbed his other hand too and positioned herself above him. His hands moved firmly up her arms gripping just below her elbows. She did the same on his, feeling the muscles of his forearms flex to support her. She met his eyes and saw the black orbs spark momentarily. Then she bent her knees and sank slowly down onto him.
She controlled her descent perfectly, allowing them both to feel the exquisite sensation of his cock stretching and filling her as it moved inch upon inch up her tight, moist passage. Severus' eyebrows furrowed in sublime concentration and his mouth moved ever more open the more of him she took into her. Hermione's expression was similar, but she allowed herself a small smile of exultant delight as she felt him distending her walls.
She kept moving down exquisitely slowly, her last little movement accompanied by a hiss of rapture from him. Then she could go no further and she pressed herself into his hips as the tip of his cock pushed against her cervix.
She closed her eyes and simply breathed and felt.
After a time, she felt a shift beneath her. He was still firmly embedded within her, but he had sat up a little, so that his back was straight. She resisted opening her eyes, and could only smile broadly in delicious delight, when a moment later she felt hot firm lips close around her left nipple. One of his hands was around her waist, the other higher up her back, pushing the breast hard into his mouth.
She thrust forward to aid him further. There seemed to be a pathway of electric delight between her nipple and her stuffed core. She instinctively flexed her pussy around him and rubbed her clit along him, causing a throb from within. He was so focused on the task at her breast, that she almost wondered if he had forgotten he was inside her. Still, the sensations were so sublime, that she had no intention of stopping him now.
His tongue circled deliriously around the tight bud, then strummed over it like hummingbird's wings, flicking it this way and that. Hermione almost giggled with delight. Then it was pulled deep into his mouth and tugged relentlessly, almost painfully, into an even harder kernel of agonised flesh. He moved it to the side of his mouth, letting it pop out momentarily, knowing that the cool air drying it would tease it ever more. Then he opened his mouth around it, but denied it its touch. Hermione groaned and thrust it towards him again, only for him to move deftly back. Then the warm breath around it grew ever hotter and damper and at last his wet velvet mouth encircled it again, sucking, laving, pulling. And the last pleasured torment of all; when Hermione thought she could stand no more and that she would have to concentrate instead on her throbbing full pussy, he closed his teeth around it, delicately at first, drawing a gasp from her, but then building in strength, harder, harder, until she cried out as electric shots pulsed straight to her clit. It was not pain she felt, but something akin to an energy of feeling which shot through her entire body.
Her walls clamped hard around him and he released the nipple with the jolt of pleasure to his cock.
With that, Hermione was able to refocus on the feelings to her burning core, and instinctively started to move, raising herself up before sinking down slowly again. She looked down and saw his eyes clouding. He allowed himself to sink back into the chair a little, but his hands came round from her back and cupped her breasts, one in each palm. He was clearly so delirious with the pleasure her leisurely strokes up and down his cock were drawing from him that he could not focus much more on her breasts, but still his thumbs instinctively continued to idly rub over the nipples, coaxing the right one out to as hard a point as its twin already was.
Hermione continued to rise and fall. As he moved along her, she ensured he caught her g-spot each time and the deep pleasure building inside gradually swelled unstoppably. She pulled her head down to look at him. His mouth hung open in slack wonder, but still he held her breasts, his thumbs never ceasing their strokes. It was delicious. She moved ever more urgently now, knowing what she needed from him. He drew in a gasp and she plunged hard, her hands gripping the sides of the chair for support.
She had been remarkably quiet as she had moved along him, but now as her pleasure was poised to engulf her, she found words torn from her mouth which she hardly recognised as hers. "Oh yes! God yes! I'm going to come. Can't stop, Can't ever fucking stop. Oh god, yes. It's now, it's now. Ohhh!" Her words morphed into the profoundest groans and gasps of fulfilment as pleasure ripped through her limbs. Her walls clamped hard, pulsing tight around him, and as her delirious words rang in his ears, he came frantically up into her, exploding in long hot bursts, as the deepest moan of ecstasy joined hers.
She juddered against him for what seemed an age afterwards, gripping him hard around his taut, slender back, pulling him into her. He did the same, his head resting on her breasts. Their breathing was hard and heavy but they could not move.
Hermione's eyes were closed, and she dimly realised that they would have to get up somehow and cross to the bed. Just as she was drawing up the strength to move, the force pressing her into him seemed to lighten and she felt somehow supported, almost as if she was floating. It was such an exquisite sensation that she did not wish to open her eyes to break the magic of it. He was still within her and she could still feel his legs under hers, but together they seemed simply to be light. Then suddenly she felt them both sinking down into something soft and downy. At last she opened her eyes. She met his immediately, he was in front of her just as he had been when she had shut them, but there was now something very different. They were both lying down in her bed.
Hermione came to her senses a little and her eyes widened. She looked around with sudden alertness. "Did you do that?"
"Naturally." He had a tinge of arrogance.
She smiled at him. "Did you levitate us?"
"I suppose you could call it that."
"What would you call it?"
"Like many of the new forms of magic I have invented, I do not name them all. As I will be the only person using them, there is no need to do so."
"Don't you think that's rather selfish," she asked teasingly, "keeping it all for yourself?"
"Probably." He spoke without a hint of concern.
They lay still for a while longer, just looking at each other. She reached up a hand to stroke his face.
"You said something earlier."
He waited for her to continue.
"You said I tasted of life."
He did not respond. At length she spoke again, voicing words that had hitherto not been spoken.
"I was there, you know."
"When?" He knew what she was referring to, but was merely prompting her.
"When you were bitten. I saw it happen." Again there was silence. She continued. "I saw your body lying there, on the floor of the shack. I thought you were dead."
"Perhaps I was."
His words startled her. She stared deeply at him. "But ... how is that possible ...?"
"It depends what you consider death to be."
She paused before continuing, considering him.
"And what do you consider death to be, Severus?"
He was silent for a long time.
"The absence of meaning."
"I don't understand." This wasn't strictly true, but wanted to hear him explain himself.
"When one no longer has a reason to be alive, then one must die."
"That is ridiculous."
"Is it?"
"Are you telling me you no longer had a reason to be alive?"
"Yes."
"But you're not dead, Severus. You lived. How do you then explain that?"
"Something dragged me back."
"Dragged you?"
"I don't think I wanted to come. But then ..."
"Then?"
"I don't know. I cannot recall it." He sounded honest, but she wondered if he was holding something back. She knew in her heart that she was too.
"And what about now, Severus? Now that you have been dragged back?"
He looked at her for a while, his eyes once more searching her face. "I am content for the moment."
She held his gaze. She wanted to tell him more, more about when she had come to see his body in the mortuary. About why she had come, but the moment had gone, and anyway, he had imparted so much to her already, that she did not feel either of them could take any more for the time being.
She lay her head on her pillow, feeling him still pressed inside her, and fell asleep with Severus in her room in Gryffindor Tower.
Hmm ... there we are.
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