Chapter 23: A Lesson In Carnal Endeavors
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Snape's Bedroom, The Snape Residence, Spinner's End, Cokeworth England, Muggle World...
A short gasped escaped the lips of Hermione Jean Granger-Snape as she found herself being dropped back onto the mattress of her Potions Professor turned husband, Severus Snape's bed. He seemed to have grown more desperate in a bid to ensure his mission to secure her as his wife had been met before the mounting uncertainty of his future had resolved. His dark obsidian eyes seemed to be focused on the young witch entirely as he suddenly began unbuttoning his trademark frock coat.
Unable to help herself, the momentarily startled witch could do little but watch in rapt fascination as his seemingly graceful large pale hands moved with the same notion of speed and accuracy as they had when he was demonstrating a lesson in potions class. There was always a certain aspect of precision and focus that accompanied any action Severus Snape had taken and it appeared he was more than prepared to showcase such talents when it came to other means of completing a task.
Snape threw his coat into a nearby chair and began working on his long sleeve white button down short, it surprised Hermione to note that he wore anything other than black ever since she had known him it seemed a fitting color for him.
"As it stands Miss Granger, we must proceed if this marriage is to be validated and I will not suffer at the hands of the dark lord without just cause." he said breaking the silence that had fallen between them ever since his admission to not knowing how best to proceed with her. "I have found a new way to approach this since you are so fond of academic reassurance...I am going to engage you in a bid to teach you a lesson in carnal knowledge if you perform the task at hand with minimal fuss I shall assign you extra credit for the upcoming test in potions class."
Hermione could hardly believe what she was hearing. Severus Snape was willing to actually give her a decent grade in potions if she allowed him to consummate their marriage with little fuss...it was strange to note the aspect in which he had been attempting to gain access to her physical body in a bid to preserve it. It seemed as if the dour man literally saw no difference in this matter between her being taught in a classroom and sharing a life experience.
"I believe the only way we are going to get through this rather unfortunate event is via direct stimulation...I have no time to prepare you properly as I never know when I am to be summoned and this must be done before hand." Snape further explained. "I shall do my best to make this as quick and painless as possible...but do remember Miss Granger, you chose me specifically for this and as such you will have no choice but to suffer the consequences as much as I have to."
The Potions Professor surprised her when he suddenly took off his belt casting it in the chair right along with his frock coat. He kicked off his black dragon-hide boots and climbed into bed with her.
She had not understood his rather clinical approach to such a life alternating event in the least, when they spoke before he told her not to have any romantic notions about him and that he was simply doing as Dumbledore asked of him. It stung a bit for Snape to out right declare his contempt for her and she supposed it lead to a sort of petulant defiance on her part, but she wasn't in the least entirely thinking of herself in this exchange.
While Dumbledore may have been the driving force behind her decision to choose Severus Snape as her husband, there was also the unstated fact that she trusted this wizard above all others with her life. He had proven himself an ally and reliable man over the course of her school terms when he was merely her Professor and even going out of his way to ensure the safety of her best friend without so much as a word of thanks. Wither he liked it or not, she had admired him for his brilliance and apparent diligence when it came to doing what others would deem impossible.
She didn't believe a narcissistic tyrant like Voldemort would throw away such a valuable asset when the war had barely begun, and she liked to believe that there was no way Dumbledore would sit back and allow his valued employee to parish without at least attempting to assist him beforehand.
No.
Hermione did not believe Snape would be killed for their union coming to light, but she knew all too well that he would be punished rather harshly for it and unbeknownst to Snape she was on the verge of tears just thinking about what would become of him.
The Potions Professor moved slowly, like an enormous cat stretching after a long nap in the shade following a hunt. His dark gaze on her body as she drew in a series of quick breaths in anticipation for what was to become of their time together. She let out another gasp when she felt his hands, rough and calloused from years of potions work and Merlin knew what else due to his secondary position as spy for The Order Of Phoenix.
She felt the warmth of his lean pale body as he fitted himself between her trembling thighs and on instinct she felt her hands move along his half bare chest. He'd been pale beneath the soft cotton shirt and warmer than she would have ever expected. His weight although intimidating at first became comforting as it had been the night he kissed her in a bid to keep her safe from another prowling death eater in search of his next victim. His scent had been familiar, much like the potions classroom in the dungeons, herbs and fresh earth with a hint of maleness and the unmistakable fragrance of firewhiskey.
Snape said nothing as his dark gaze continued to beam down upon the young witch as her mind traveled back to her body's sensation following that kiss. In one swift motion he pressed his body into hers letting her feel him in a series of slow thrusts forward despite his cock being tucked well within his trousers.
A low hiss escaped his normally harsh pale lips in the wake of the sensation, it seemed he had not needed much in the way of stimulation as he immediately began to feel the familiar sensation of an erection coming on. As the blooding into his appendage continued to get the better of him, the now aroused Potions Professor processed to thrust harder against the young witch in his bed.
"Oh..." moaned Hermione feeling something stirring in her own body by means of arousal.
Snape's breathing increased as did his pace for a time before he willed himself to pull back and began undoing his trousers. Hermione gasped when she felt him waver his hand discarding her jeans via magic and leaving her thighs exposed to the cool air that circulated in her Professor's childhood bedroom.
With her stomach in knots and her breathing more ragged than if she had run a muggle marathon, Hermione found herself following the lead of her Potions Professor as she fumbled in ignorance when it came to aspects of a physical nature.
"I am going to do something...it's merely a precaution to ensure you aren't to be harmed more than necessary in this exchange...although I warn you...it's been quite some time since I've bedded a virgin." said Snape as he moved rather quickly from between her thighs much to Hermione's surprising notion of disappointment.
It did not last however as she found herself more shocked and slightly embarrassed when Severus Snape once more used his magic to do away with her knickers entirely and spread her legs before delving between them as he began licking and probing her virgin sex.
The gasp that escaped the young witch's lips made him smirk as he continued his task at oral stimulation. With her body tense and her hands grasping at the sheets on the mattress, Hermione Granger-Snape could do little to combat the onset of her Potions Professor's apparently talented and abrasive tongue.
For his part, Snape had been pleasantly surprised that he was enjoying at least this aspect of their act. Of course it had more to do with catching the young witch off guard and sending her already keen and know it all mind into pleasurable overdrive to the point that she could only spout nonsense or make pleasured sounds.
"Oh...oh...oh...st...oh..." moaned Hermione as she attempted to get control of her own body despite it being driven mad by Snape's tongue.
Knowing just how to proceed, Snape continued to send Hermione into a pleasurable frenzy. He didn't let up until he felt her back arch and her muscles tighten as she could do little aside from struggle to breathe before he pulled back still prying her legs apart and with a rather powerful thrust entered her nearly convulsing body and shredding any further evidence of her former maidenhood.
The onset had Snape himself gasping as he grunted from the sensation of her inner muscles tightening around his lengthy appendage. He had not given her all of him, not even he was that sadistic there would have been no way for her to endure it at this time. It had been just enough...more than he ever would have allowed had this marriage not been forced upon them both.
Keeping his focus proved to be quite a difficult task as Hermione began to cling to him a single tear streaming down her cheek in the wake of the overwhelming sensations of both pleasure and pain. No matter what happened moving forward, she would always associate this strange moment with Severus Snape.
The Potions Professor gripped the mattress as his lean pale form towered above her. The sensation of warmth from being inside the young witch threatened to over take him but he knew he needed to last just long enough to activate the binding ritual and make their marriage valid in the eyes of the Wizarding World.
Looking down at her, her body glistened with sweat and the image of her chest rising and falling beneath the pink sweat shirt she had chosen to wear that day seemed to forever ingrain itself into his mind as well.
The moment she bit her bottom lip in reaction to his long slow thrusts had been etched there as well. He would not speak of it to anyone but filed it away quietly as one of his favorite memories of the witch whom had given him so much grief ever since her first arrival to Hogwarts Castle.
Closing his eyes, Snape continued to thrust into the amber eyed girl. It had been quite some time since he had felt the intense and subtle pleasure of bedding a woman and it seemed due to this he wasn't fit to last very long.
On instinct, his thrusts increased and he began to lose himself in the sensation of her warm depths engulfing his erection. If his was the final sensation he'd experience before his inevitable torment he was now more than willing to enjoy it.
Hermione couldn't take her eyes off his and wished like mad for him to open them. It felt as if she needed to see him, needed to know if he was feeling what she was feeling. In a matter of moments she got her wish as Snape's obsidian gaze fixed upon her and she felt an nearly indescribable sensation before a rapid rush of warmth began to fill her and then she lost all perception and it became difficult to breathe.
Snape's body grew tense and his back arched in reaction to the first sensation of release he had gotten in years. In the witch's mind their coupling had lasted as long as it needed to but due to his recollection of his prior conquests, he was only able to hold back for a good five minutes with extreme focus.
Once his seed flooded the no doubt fertile womb of the young witch, Snape noted the sensation of a binding spell that glowed in silver bursts around them before immediately disbursing and fading away. It seemed the deed had been done in more ways than one and it was official. The marriage was now legally binding and soon The Dark Lord would be alerted to it's existence.
Having done what was needed, Snape willed his weakened body to move and disengaged from the panting Hermione as he stood glistening via sweat and winded from his efforts. He pulled out his trousers not wishing to expose himself to the girl if there had been no need. As swiftly as he unbuttoned his shirt, he re-buttoned it before venturing out of the room and down the stairs leaving his new wife to her own thoughts following their surprisingly pleasure filled coupling despite the initial awkward fumbling in the beginning.
On thing was for sure, The Potions Master knew this little "lesson" would not be forgotten by either of them for quite some time.