AN:
According to Docs, this chapter is 9,692 words long. Yeah it's a biggie. And this massive beast would not have been doable without the wonderful, amazing patience of hizqueen4life. She is not only his queen, but mine, because she kept me sane-okay mostly sane-through this whole exhaustive process.
Thank you so much, you're seriously the best ever and I can't wait to see what else we are scarily in sync about come the next chapter and beyond lol.
Like the past few, this chapter has two songs that played a HUGE part in the conception of the scenes.
This week the list is in order of how bets to play them:
- Die For You (remix) by The Weeknd & Ariana Grande
- Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran
Chapter Fifteen: Firsts
Landing in his back garden, the obnoxious crack of his Appartation followed them, echoing down the ominously quiet street of Spinner's End like a backfiring car. As soon as his boots hit the pavers, his olfactory was invaded with the blanketing perfume of the flora that grew throughout for his brewing. No herb or flowering plant was as strong and hypnotic however as the delicate, sensual curls of jasmine, gardenia, and rose that bathed Hermione's skin. It was a heady combination that drugged him as effectively as any love potion. A fragrant blending that when coupled with her tiny, mewling, purrs as he kissed her against the glass of his small conservatory, had him wishing to fall to his knees in order to better devour and worship her, searching out the answers as to how loud she could get.
Fumbling as he searched for the door's handle, he reluctantly pulled away from her to better expedite their entry into his home. Hissing out a pleased chuckle as she yanked on his hair—her eager lips returning the aggressive claiming bites he had left on her, to turn them into a matching set—he reached for the curved handle, savagely slamming it down as his wards relented to his presence and will.
Giving her a slight bounce to boost her higher up to his waist, Severus kicked the door closed with a rattling force and took desperate strides around the furniture in the window-filled space. Shoving them through the second door, he checked her hold on him—her lips and tongue studiously mapping every vein and corded muscle along his neck and jaw as she repeatedly pushed and dragged her pussy up against his abdomen, making more of her sweet, innocent sounds vibrate along his flesh—and finding that she clung to him as if he were a buoy in the middle of the sea during a raging storm, let go of her completely to sweep the random odds and ends that cluttered his kitchen table to the floor in a crashing, clattering mess. With a space for her cleared, he gripped her bum, indulgently grinding her against him before peeling her off and setting her down.
Hands on either side of her hips, Severus loomed over her, staring into her lust blown eyes as she pushed her arms against her breasts and pulled on the hem of her dress with her palms to keep her modesty as she spread her legs to accommodate him.
"Gods, you're fucking beautiful, angel," he murmured reverently, touching his forehead to hers. "So pretty and perfect; pristine and pure."
Barely gracing her skin with his lips as if the full contact of his touch would sully her beyond repair, he kissed along her temple and down the edges of her jaw, his nose trailing along her neck to her collarbone, leading the way across her shoulder.
Hooking his fingers under the ribbon-like straps that held up her dress, he slowly guided them down her arms, loosening the cups of her bodice.
"But you're going to let Daddy ruin all of that, aren't you?" he asked, running his hands up her sternum to massage her breasts.
Arching her back to further thrust the small swells into his large, engulfing hands, Hermione hummed, "Yes, Daddy," her own hands moving from between her legs to behind her back to better leverage herself into his greedy, exploratory hold.
"Such a good girl," he praised around nipping bites to each one. Gripping the delicate lace trim, he tugged her dress down, exposing her proud, pink, little nipples to the cool air. Groaning at the sight and her now obvious lack of bra, he amended, "Or maybe you're a naughty girl since you've gone without all your undergarments. Is Daddy going to have to start dressing you to be sure you don't forget anything from now on?"
Looking up to see her thumb between her teeth, Severus made an almost feral sound as she nodded.
"Words, angel," he demanded, his voice rough like gravel.
"I think I'd like that," she mumbled around her finger, sucking it in further.
"I'm sure you would, sweetheart. It would make Daddy very happy too." Circling a finger in towards her nipple and plucking it as he reached the center, his eyes hypnotized by the slow, rhythmic sucking of her cheeks, he pondered, "Though I think having you bare and ready like this may be my preference. I could easily taste your little tits anytime I wanted or sit your sweet pussy on my cock."
Watching her jaw part and her chest rise with a sharp inhale, he added, "Or would you rather just kneel for Daddy and suck on him?" his cock eagerly jumping at both ideas.
Removing her finger, she airily asked, "May I have both, Daddy?" tentatively reaching out for the button on his jeans.
Tilting his hips away from her with a raised eyebrow, he chastised, "Yes, baby, but only when Daddy tells you."
She was an erotic image of excited innocence as she squirmed against the table, her legs opening wider in preparation.
"In a minute, my girl," he responded, filing away the preening smile that graced her face at his possessive words. Tapping her excited nipples, he said, "First I need to show these tiny, rosy buds of yours some attention."
"Okay, Daddy," she smiled, leaning further back on her hands.
Wondering how he managed to receive the blessing of her attention, trust, and eager surrender, he absently marveled aloud, "Absolutely perfect." And as he lavished her stiff nipple with his tongue before sealing his lips around it—her soft mewls from earlier growing in volume with each sucking pull he gave—he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that her gentleness would wrap around and soften his jagged edges as if she had been crafted by Magic itself for him.
She was perfect in her softness. Flawless with her heightened, desperate responses to his touch, as if each caress were the first to ever grace her body. Completely unattainable and not for the depraved likes of him. Yet she blossomed under his wicked caress and devious words, freely begging for more. Her body growing covetous as she worked to keep him between her and latched on—her ankles tightly locking around his hips and her fingers knotted in his hair—welcoming the sins he promised to taint her with.
Shushing her quiet whine as he left a parting kiss to each breast, Severus guided her to let go of him and through the transition to her supporting herself on her forearms instead of her hands.
"Is my little girl comfy?" he checked, bending down to unfasten the dainty buckle that closed her heel around her ankle.
"Yes, Daddy," she sang, making him smile as his heart warmed at her open vulnerability.
Letting her shoe drop with a heavy thud, he lifted her stockinged foot up to the table. Repeating the action with her other foot, he arranged her so that her legs opened wide. Then, sitting in the chair he had pushed aside earlier and moving it into place before her, he slowly ran his palms along the fragile, white nylon that covered her thighs, hiking up the lingering layers of her dress as he went.
Beneath her doll-like attire he knew she wore a pair of ruffle trimmed knickers. The rest however was a surprise he was eager to uncover and peel from her body, his usually steady and precise hands trembling with anticipation. Right in front of him was his every need and desire; his far flung dream brought to life; a witch he knew that with even the slightest bit of encouragement, he would fall helplessly in love with. Something that was an all but a foregone conclusion as his heart was unable to steer clear of attaching deeper meaning to each piece of herself she offered up.
It was the curse that came with not allowing people in easily. Once they found a crevice to slip through—graced him with the touch he had been starved for growing up—he offered himself up without reserve. It was his own vulnerability left exposed in her small hands that tinged his lust for her with trepidation and fear that just as he reached for her, she would change her mind and ask what should have been her question, why him.
Feeling Hermione's palm rest on his cheek, he turned into her, nuzzling the comforting touch and kissed the heel of her hand. Fortified by her tender affection, he pushed the pool of fabric between her legs up and over her stomach as her fingers stretched to scratch along his scalp before falling back to redistribute her weight—her comforting hands continuing to silently encourage him as she gripped the hem of her dress to keep it from falling back into place.
Hardly concealing her pussy from view, she wore sheer, white knickers that were dotted with little flowers and adorned at the top with a matching satin bow. At her gusset, the dampness of her arousal spread, removing the modicum of camouflage her undergarment had offered by obscenely clinging to the slit between her lips.
"Beautiful," he hummed, savoring the faint smell of her as it reached his nose, making him lick his lips as his mouth started to water.
Drawing in close, he took a deeper inhale of what awaited his tongue, releasing the lingering whispers of inferiority with a hungry groan. With his restraint dropping, he hooked his arms under her knees, leaving a quick kiss behind at the lace that trimmed her stockings, and grasped her bum to yank her closer to the edge of the table. Her giggling squeal died a quick death and was replaced with an echoing, unintelligible shout as he closed his mouth around her wet knickers and sucked on the puffy lips of her labia.
Tearing her knickers to the side with his teeth, he pulled her thighs wider, spreading her cunt, and licked up her pussy to her clit. Sucking on the swollen bundle of nerves, Severus untangled an arm and draped it over her eagerly humping hips to still her until he was ready for her to ride his face to orgasm.
"Behave, angel," he admonished, swirling his tongue around her.
Looking up as she whined in protest, he smiled at her and said, "Trust Daddy to give you what you need."
"Please…." she begged, trying to lift herself against his hold as he began flicking his tongue.
Pulling back from her clit, he gave a sharp nip to her fleshy mound in reprimand, looking up at her pouty face. Her cheeks were stained with a bright flush. The flecks of green and gold in her eyes shimmering around her lust blown pupils. And her lips, swollen and abused by her teeth as she fought against the urge to keep begging.
Magnificent.
She was utterly magnificent as she teetered on the fine line between losing herself in the cresting throes of passion and remaining his good little girl, who followed her Daddy's rules.
After a moment of waiting to be sure she wouldn't protest further and remain still, he nodded his head and returned his attention to her needy cunt, a relieved sigh escaping her as the flat of his tongue licked along her opening.
"Daddy," she breathlessly drew out above him, prompting him to repeat the broad stroke, earning him a hissed, "Yes," in gratitude as she fell back on the table.
Curling his tongue, he filled her with shallow thrusts, the last of the tension that had her seeking to control his attention leaving her body as her knees flopped open. With her relaxed and fully gracing him with the allowance to guide the rise and fall of her pleasure, he continued to lap at her.
Each stroke of his tongue had his nose applying a gentle, tapping pressure on her clit that saw her arms reaching out so her fingers could thread through his hair. With every thrust, his ordinarily quiet home slowly filled with the increasing rhythm of her pants. Her breathless mewls and half murmured words turning into husky pleas for more as her grip tightened and relaxed with longer and longer intervals passing between the two. And from there, his own sounds that were previously swallowed by her cunt grew until the obscene, wet noises of his tongue drinking in her slick arousal rushed through his ears.
In his jeans, his cock strained against its denim confines. Pulling her closer to the edge and scooting forward in his chair, Severus rubbed the heel of his hand along his hard length. Only finding a modicum of relief at his touch, he worked his button loose and the zipper down, allowing himself more space.
Then, feeling the distant flutters of her pussy beginning to contract, he swirled the tip of his finger over his own weeping arousal as it leaked down his head. Coated with the sticky wetness, he moved his mouth up to her clit and began rapidly flicking his tongue against her, intermittently pausing to suck on and roll the distended nub, as he worked his finger inside her cunt.
Groaning at her inviting tightness, he pumped his finger in and out of her, curling his knuckles with each stroke until her back shot up from the table, a particularly high pitched keen leaving her as he found the swollen, spongy tissue along her front.
"Daddy… Daddy… please," she begged with pretty whimpers.
Glancing up the plains and valleys of her tummy and the wrinkled bunching of her dress, he was momentarily transfixed by the dewy glow that seemed to shine from her. Further up, she drew his gaze as her head turned to the side, fingers wet with strings of saliva that stretched to keep her connected to the warm embrace of her sucking cheeks. Continuing to pet and tickle the plush walls of her pussy—occasionally pulling out to collect more of himself to push inside her—he further studied her responses, loving the way her shoulders lifted and collapsed when he applied pressure to the spot that produced a rush of fluid with each caress.
"I need… Daddy… I need to… to… Daddy…" Hermione moaned and stuttered, her damp fingers moving to aggressively pinch and pull on her nipple. "Please."
Smiling against her clit, Severus helped her fractured words along by asking, "Does Daddy's little girl need to come?"
"Uh huh," she pouted, her knees beginning to lift back up.
Pulling his finger out, he reached up to push it between her lips, praising her eager acceptance and subsequent sucking and licking. Taking it back once clean, he kicked the chair away and dropped to his knees before hooking his hands under her legs and yanking her lower half off the table, draping each leg over his shoulders. Then scooping his arms up her back, he lifted her off the table, her knees tucking under arms and thighs clenching tight in a bid to not fall. Turning on his bad knee—courtesy of her—he put his back to the table and reclined back until she sat over him, her dress cascading down to completely obscure him from view.
"You've done so good, angel," he praised, returning to stroking her clit with the flat of his tongue and moaning as she pushed her hips down on him, already chasing the sensation. Blindly searching through the ruffles of her dress, he sought out her knickers, once more peeling them back as he instructed, "Now be Daddy's good girl and come on his face."
Bunching up her dress to reveal him, her sweet face looked down at him as she hesitantly clarified, "Like what I do to my stuffies?"
Groaning into her cunt at the depraved images that flooded his mind, he rocked her hips over him before lifting her up just enough to clearly answer, "Just like that, angel. Show Daddy how you play with your stuffies so you come."
"Okay," she readily agreed, pulling her dress up and tossing it aside, her wild curls cascading around her and framing her face like a halo. "But I want to be able to see my Daddy while I play."
"Anything you want, sweetheart," he indulged, falling a little more for her as she claimed him as her Daddy.
Before long, she was stretched to the edge of the table, one hand holding on to the smooth wood and the other planted beside his face for better leverage. Her small tits bounced and swayed with every hump and eager chase of his tongue as he fucked it into her. With his fingers digging into the soft flare of her hips, he urged her on by bringing her down harder and dragging her along him until her voice grew so loud, he was certain his neighbors would hear her through the bevy of charms he had layered into the walls.
Then all at once, she screamed, "DADDY!" her thighs snapping against him as she fully sat on him, falling forward to her forearms and coating him with her trickling orgasm as she chased each wave by rubbing herself along his tongue, lips, and nose.
Curling up as sensitivity began to take over her body and make her shudder, his sweet angel lazily scooted down his body until she was cuddled on top of him, licking and kissing herself from his face like a content kitten.
"Thank you, Daddy," she languidly replied against his lips.
Wrapping his arms around her and hugging her, Severus slowly and innocently kissed her back. Each press of his lips lingered, not wishing to part from her until eventually either he opened for her or she opened for him and their tongues met in the middle, quietly exploring each other. If the rest of the night passed exactly like this with nothing else transpiring, but possibly coaxing her naked body into his bed where he could curl around her like a protective, possessive demon as they slept, it would still be the most fulfilled and satisfied he had ever felt. The fleeting tranquility he had spoke of feeling in her presence now thick and seeping into his marrow and melding with his magic.
Bringing their kiss to an end without hurry, he crunched up—her legs circling his waist so she sat in his lap. Keeping a secure hold on her bum and at the back of her head, he guided her to rest on his shoulder as he worked to stand up, murmuring, "Let's get you to bed, angel."
Severus thought she had drifted off to sleep as he walked the length of his home, her breaths even and the sucking kisses to his neck having slowed. But as he started to climb up the stairs, careful to keep his steps silent so as not to disturb her, Hermione softly asked, "Are you going to make love to me now, Daddy?"
Entering his room, he waved his hand at the sealed fireplace of his bedroom, igniting the candles that filled the hearth and cluttered the mantle, bathing the room with warm, unintrusive light that saw their shadows creeping up to mimic their every movement.
Pressing a kiss to the side of her frizzing curls, he deposited her onto his bed, stepping back to observe her in the glow as he responded, "Is that what you would like?"
He watched her mull it over for a moment, a faint, nearly imperceptible shimmer of magic catching his eye as she crossed her legs in the center of his silken duvet and put her hands in her lap.
"I mean I don't think tonight is going to be any more special than any other night, so why not?"
"Thanks," he drily responded, tearing his scrutinizing gaze away from her torso where he had been trying to find the ripple of a possible glamour again.
"I didn't mean it like that, Daddy," she quickly worried, shooting up to her knees and crawling back to him. Freely reaching for his face, she took a turn at drawing his attention to her as she explained, "I just meant that it's probably going to be uncomfortable, maybe even hurt, regardless of when I lose it, so there's no sense in delaying. I won't be changing my mind about wanting to have the rest of my firsts with you, so tonight seems just as significant to me as any other night I'll get to share with you."
The curiosity of what she was concealing from him fled as her words registered in his mind. She couldn't possibly mean what she had implied. Surely he was mistaken. Otherwise her first experience with sex had just been spent on the floor of his kitchen as he devoured her pussy like a starved, rabid animal. Not surrounded in sensual comfort with slow building seduction and indulgent patience like she deserved and had probably fantasized about for such a momentous occasion.
Driving his arms up between them and separating her hands from where they cupped his face, he took hold of hers instead and clarified, "Hermione, are you a virgin?"
Sitting back on her heels so she looked up at him, she toyed with the ribbon adorning her knickers and mumbled, "I thought you knew. You kept calling me pure and asking if I was sure."
Stepping out of his boots, he climbed up on the bed and with his fingers pushing through her hair and her hands finding their home just under his shirt, he said, "My sweet, little witch, I wasn't referring to virginity. You're pure and innocent because you don't allow the unjust cruelty of the world to make you jaded. Despite seeing true monstrous depravity and becoming embroiled in a brewing war, you still see good and have hope."
"You speak far too highly of me, Severus."
"Do I? Then tell me, what reason do you have to justify being in my bed, clad in only your knickers, with your come still wet between your thighs?" he challenged. At her silence, he walked his knees closer, putting one between hers, and slowly lowering them back onto the pillows. Slipping his fingers free so he could frame the halo of her hair, he answered, "It's because your heart and magic are filled with blinding purity. The sort of hopeful innocence that has you reaching out to the forsaken, offering them salvation instead of condemnation." Kissing her brow and down to her lips, he confessed, "Though I must warn you, angel, I'd rather be damned for all eternity than partake in any sacrament that will see me parted from you."
And just as he feared, she absconded with his heart and unwavering devotion, as she whispered, "Then we'll have to make hell into our home. Or do you not see that I am as hopelessly lost for you as you are for me? That I would rather burn with you and for you, than be sanctified by anyone else.
"So take me. Make me yours. Do with me what you wish, because I've only ever wanted to belong to you. Just please, don't break my heart."
"Never," he swore, sealing the oath on her lips. "You and your heart are by far the most precious things I have ever held."
Caressing her small hands up his back until his shirt was bunched up at his shoulders, she pulled it over his head and down his arms, dropping it to be forgotten on the floor as she tongued his flat nipple, asking in her sensually delicate voice, "Then will you please make me yours, Daddy? I promise I'll be good."
"Of course you will, angel. I don't think you capable of ever not being Daddy's good girl," he gently replied, sweeping his hand around the dainty curve of her breast and down the line of her waist. Petting further as he breathed endearments along her skin in answer to her lapping licks and kisses to his bare chest, he freed the leg that was still trapped between his and sank fully into the cradle of her thighs, rocking himself up against her pussy, saying, "Do you want Daddy's cock, little girl?"
"Yes, please," she eagerly answered, matching the slow simulation of how he would fuck her by lifting her hips.
Rubbing his thumb over her lips and pulling her bottom one down, he pushed his finger in, grunting, "Do you want my cock here?" as she sucked without prompting.
Nodding her head, Hermione said, "Yes please, Daddy," her words muffled as she refused to let his finger loose.
A needy whimper fell from her quickly pouting mouth as he pulled his hand free. Wiping her saliva over her hardened nipple, he teased her with strums along the pebbled flesh, giving it a final pinch in parting before he journeyed further. Reaching her knickers, he grasped the waistband and tugged them down her hips and off her legs, stuffing them into his pocket for safe keeping, darkly murmuring, "These belong to Daddy now," relishing the hot, wicked gleam that sparkled in her eyes.
Caressing back up her thigh, he dragged a finger between her lips, collecting the natural lubricant of her cunt. Pushing his finger in, he pumped once, then twice, then a third time taking care to rub along the front, as he asked, "What about here?"
"Uh-huh," she panted, clenching around him as he retreated. "Please, I'm getting all achy again."
"So pretty when you beg," he purred, licking up the valley of her breasts, a warm tingle coating the tip of his tongue. "I can't wait to sit you on my cock and make you mine, angel."
Pumping his finger back in, circling and pushing along her walls, he cooed, "You've been such a good girl, haven't you? Saving your little pussy for Daddy."
Her unintelligible and disjointed moans of agreement brought a predatory smile to his face. While he hadn't cared one way or the other about her sexual history, he couldn't deny the growing possessive pride he felt at getting to be her first. Her only.
The very idea that his touch, his cock, would be the only one she ever knew made him near feral with the animalistic need to claim her. The need so deep within himself, he was already regretting the daily contraceptive he imbibed in. An insidious whisper inside his head telling him that if he stopped consuming it, it wouldn't be long before his claim over her went so deep that her tiny body showed signs of his seed's claim on her.
Her small breasts, heavy and leaking as they begged to be sucked upon. Her flat stomach undeniably swollen with his child. Her soft hips rounded and plush for his bruising grip as he took her from behind, yanking her back on his every thrust to push as deep as her cunt allowed him.
The swimming visions in his head had him working a second finger into her pussy, desperate to stretch and prep her for his intrusion, as he growled, "Mine," into her neck, his mouth latching on with a savage suck so she would bear yet another outward mark denoting her as his little girl.
"Yes, Daddy; yours," she keened, wantonly chasing the palm of his hand as it pressed into her clit, her neck elongating as she opened herself up for more of his possessive, loving bites. "All yours. Anything you want."
"Be careful, little girl," he wickedly warned. "There isn't any part of you I won't want to take if you offer it up so willingly."
To prove his point, he sat back on his heels and pushed a finger from his other hand into her mouth, commanding her, "Suck." Then when it felt good and wet with her spit, he pulled it free—his cock jumping at the popping sound of released suction her cheeks gave. And after directing her to bring her knees back towards the outside her chest, he grazed it through the cleft of her bum, tapping and lightly pressing against her tight hole.
"You tell me your mine, that I can have anything I want, own you however I please, then you should know, Daddy intends to play with your little bum and stretch it so he can put his cock in here too. Would my girl like that?"
"God, yes!" Hermione shouted, her pussy fluttering around his fingers as more of her arousal leaked down his palm. "My sweets, my stuffies, my fingers, none of it's enough. I need you , Daddy. Please."
Making another twisting pass in and out of her, Severus leaned down and kissed her without finesse, his tongue instantly seeking hers out. She didn't fight him over dominance or hesitate in meeting with him. Instead, she welcomed his rough intrusion, her arms circling around his neck and jerking him closer while her legs came up—the nylon of her stockings both soft and rough along his skin—to lock around his back.
"I'm yours, my darling little witch. You don't have to share."
"Promise?" she whimpered, her skin misted with perspiration and glistening in the low light from the pleasured exertion he was wringing out of her.
Kissing her more gently and smoothing out the tight pinch in her lips as he added a third finger, he murmured, "I promise. I only want you. My sweet, perfect, little angel."
Still stiff beneath him as he slowly spread and scissored his fingers inside her, he continued to encourage, "You're doing so good for me.
"You're going to take my cock so well.
"Such a good girl."
As she started to relax once more, pleasure smoothing out her face as it replaced her initial discomfort, he placed soft kisses to her flushed cheeks and further praised, "I'm so proud of you, angel.
"Daddy's perfect little girl."
Kissing the tops of her breasts in parting, Severus sat back, taking in the beautiful rise and fall of her chest. The erotic blush coloring that tinted her fair skin. The ever present pout of her Cupid's bow shaped lips. The melodious sound of her short pants and quiet whimpers, each building into exquisite gasps and moans that were punctuated by desperate, half shouted utterances of both his name and title.
"Such a pretty girl," he cooed. "Are you going to be good and come again for me? Get this little pussy all wet and ready for Daddy's cock?"
Clenching around his fingers, she stuttered, "I need… need… more…"
"What do you need?"
Several short breaths passed as her face screwed up with mounting but elusive bliss. She was close. Ascending her euphoric cliff one pump and curl of his fingers at a time. Her cunt swollen and slick with arousal that pooled in the palm of his hand allowing it to easily glide along her clit. Back arched up from the bed, eyes fluttering closed. Then with slow regret, she lowered herself, her cheeks darkening as she huffed in agitation.
"What's wrong, angel?" he asked, slowing his fingers. "Talk to me."
Shaking head, Hermione bore down on him, rocking her hips in a bid to use him to please herself.
Placing a hand on her lower abdomen to still her movements, he warned, "Hermione, I can't help you if you don't use your words." Turning her head back from where she tried to hide in the pillow, he firmly added, "Look at me."
"Can't you just use Legilimency?"
"No. I would like to but that is something to discuss later. I'm told it's highly… intimate to engage in while having sex. That you open yourself up for your partner to experience your mind as well. So no, I won't use it; not yet," he explained, beginning to pull his fingers free.
"Don't," she rushed, striking out to snatch hold of his wrist and keep him inside her. "I just need a second."
"If you can't be open with me, we can't do this. At least not tonight."
Not meeting his eye, she mumbled, "It's embarrassing. I just need a minute to get it under control."
Curiosity piqued, Severus asked, "Get what under control?"
Absently drawing circles in the rumpled silk of his duvet, she whispered, "When you do that thing with your fingers, I start feeling like I'm going to come but then…"
"Yes," he drawled, beginning to understand the source of her embarrassment.
Sighing as she met his gaze head on, Hermione huffed, "Then I start feeling like I need to pee and I freak out. Are you happy?" her sudden brattiness making him stifle a chuckle at how adorable and unlike her it was.
Stretching his fingers back up, Severus applied pressure along the spongy tissue inside her, not letting up as he started to rub and asked, "When I do this?" his voice just barely free of his amusement.
"Yes," she moaned. "God it feels so good…"
"It makes you so wet. So wet and needy. And loud," he added, enjoying the sharp keen she let out.
"Uh-huh…" she mindlessly agreed, fisting the duvet. Then as she started to lift her hips, chasing after the renewed fluttering of her cunt, she groaned, "Shit. Severus please, I think..." quickly halting her movements and tensing back up.
"Relax, angel," he coaxed with a smile. "Trust Daddy, I've got you."
"But I have to—"
"So innocent," he hummed, interrupting her. Just as she started to object again, he explained, "You're going to come, my sweet girl. It's just going to be… more… and very wet, but I promise, you're not going to pee yourself."
"Are you sure?" she worried, beginning to fidget with her fingers.
Freeing her wringing hands, he guided one up to her mouth, softly saying, "Don't hide, not from me. If this is what you need to be comfortable, then do it. It won't turn me off, angel. Quite the opposite in fact." Pushing the knuckle of her forefinger in, he mused, "I just hope you start using my cock instead. Now be a good girl and suck while Daddy takes care of you."
Biting down on her knuckle before turning the finger into her mouth and sucking, he purred, "Good girl, that's it," as her shoulders dropped and she sighed, the tension in her body melting away.
Fully returning his attention back to her pussy, Severus slowly increased the pressure and pace of his fingers along her front wall. Guided by her breaths, the rhythmic clamping of her cunt, and the quick pulses of her body tensing before she forced herself to relax and trust in him, he reached his thumb up to begin circling her clit. With his other hand, he kneaded and soothed the inside of her thigh, bidding it to stay open for him.
"Daddy, don't… don't stop… I think…"
"Shh, I've got you, angel. Let go for me," he purred. "Just like any other time you orgasm. Let your body take over, it knows what to do."
Nodding her head several times, Hermione stretched it back and side to side, her mouth falling open and her fingers coming free just as her pussy constricted around him, squeezing until he was sure he would come despite his cock receiving zero stimulation. Then with her hands diving back to grip his headboard and her hips lifting, knees snapping closed around his arms, a shattering scream tore forth from her as liquid rushed out in short spurts.
Collapsing back on his bed, her arms and legs falling limp while her pussy still contracted around him, forbidding retreat as he slowed his fingers drawing out each crest and fall of her orgasm, she heavily breathed, "That… was… amazing…. Thank you… Daddy."
Her body shivered and an adorable giggle left her as she pulled back under the returning sensitivity. Extracting his fingers, Severus licked each one as he enjoyed the sight of her floating through her afterglow.
Curls puffed and matted; skin dewy and pink; an echo of a smile on her lips; no cares to be given about her nudity even as he remained partially dressed. It was radiant. Hermione was radiant. Her bliss unapologetically out in the open, not a single worry left to mar her beauty or weigh her down. Being unencumbered by whatever she carried suited her. Her allure enhanced by experiencing freedom. He had brought that to her and he wanted and needed to bring her to this moment of total surrender again and again until all she knew was the warm, safe embrace of her little space when with him.
Licking a stripe up each of her thighs to clean a modicum of the delicious mess she had made, he chuckled, "You're welcome, my girl," easily relenting as she made grabby hands for him.
Holding her close as she wrapped her limbs around him, he rolled them over so she rested atop him, delighting in her squeal. Sitting back on his abdomen, her small hands lazily traced the faint outlines and indentations of the muscles that made up his chest.
This was something he could get used to far too easily. The easy, warm feeling of her cuddling into him. The playful, exploratory touches she used to map his body as she came down from her orgasm. The bashful look in her sparkling eyes as she met his gaze, her hair falling around her face like a curtain to hide the deep stain on her cheeks as she blushed. And the soft, whisper-like kisses she peppered around his face and neck before hugging him.
It felt surreal. Like a dream he never wished to wake from. A fantasy he would be all too happy to be forever lost in. It felt far off. Like at any moment he would be jerked back to reality, still sitting in the booth at Gilded with Regulus and Narcissa watching Hermione from across the room.
But it was real. His mind having sought out the evidence he needed, finding it all around him in unarguable abundance. The smell of sex in the air, gardenia and jasmine faint whispers on its tail. The taste of her sweet come lingering on his tongue. The contrasting feel of her gentle fingers and delicately calloused palm along his skin. The sound of her content sighs as he touched her back; his hand drifting from her hips, up her sides, under her breasts, and back down, catching distant, mysterious thrums of her magic. And of course the wondrous sight of her all but glowing above him, his angel being absent only a pair of wings to complete her divinity.
"This feels like falling in love," he candidly expressed, his thoughts running away to his lips.
Tucking her hair back from where she had allowed it to completely fall forward and obscure her from view, he teased, "Found you," making her soft smile grow.
"Severus, you shouldn't say such things," she quietly attempted to admonish, the gentle preening in her eyes betraying just how happy his words had made her.
"And why not?"
"Because if you do, I'll be compelled to offer you a truth for a truth and I don't think you are quite ready to hear my thoughts."
Crunching up to have her cradled in his lap, he kissed her sternum—his lips tingling with traces of magic as his tongue had earlier—playfully commanding her, "Well now you have to tell me."
Drawing in close so that her lips were a hair's breadth away from his ear, an earnestness settled in as Hermione whispered "I can't say I'm not in love with you."
Threading his fingers through the knots he had worked tirelessly at putting in her hair, he pulled her back just enough to bring their foreheads together and in the space between them, he freely returned, "I wouldn't want to say that I don't love you."
Meeting in the middle where their masked confessions hung, they kissed with a renewed fervor for each other. Helplessly tangled in her hair, his fingers felt sparks of her magic crackle with each ardent movement of his lips against hers as the ends turned sentient and curled around him further weaving them together. In turn, his own magic swirled and rose with every caress of her tongue along his, a humming thrum coming to life within him as he felt his shadows grow, shrouding them in darkness so that she could shimmer and shine under his touch.
Continuously being drawn to her, each kiss like magnets refusing to part, Severus had a hard time joining his angel in her nakedness. Not helping the matter was the way she rocked and bounced against his cock in time with the vibrations of his magic as it seemed to pulse not only from within him, but her as well. Far too eager to join with her though, he locked her legs around him and rolled them back into the cool damp of her come.
"One… second… angel…" he pleaded between kisses as every time he started to sit back to divest himself of his jeans Hermione reached up, pulling him back to her with needy, protesting whines.
Unable and unwanting to part from her for even a moment himself, he growled, "Fuck it," waving his hand over his denim clad lower half, uncaring that his focus was so wholly fixated upon her that he may have just permanently vanished them instead of banishing the article of clothing to his hamper.
Finally, as naked as he had his witch, he started to open her legs wider, only to stutter in his movements as her small, unpracticed hand grasped his cock. Hissing out a string of partially formed expletives, he thrusted into her hand several times enjoying her touch and desperate need for him. But proving to be as wicked of a tease as he was—no doubt having learned a thing, or several, from her books—he quickly had to bat her hand away as it twisted over his head bringing forth an all too familiar heat that crept up his spine.
Kissing her pursed mouth, he gruffly said, "Daddy's come goes in your little pussy, my sweet girl."
Just as fast as disappointment besmirched her face, her blinding smile was back as she gave a giddy shimmy and sang, "Okay, Daddy."
Getting his arm under her leg to better keep her spread, Severus took his cock in hand and began to fit himself to her opening, cooing, "Daddy needs you to stay relaxed, baby girl. Can you do that? Just keep breathing and let me know if you need me to slow down or stop, okay?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl," he said, quickly kissing her brow. Looking down her body at where he slowly pushed into her pussy, he groaned, "So fucking tight," the tip of his head barely even inside and already stars were exploding behind his eyes.
With his little girl's every exhale, he gradually pushed a bit more of his cock into her cunt, lavishing her with endearments and praise. In turn, her fingers dug into his shoulders, her face misted with concentrated sweat as she fought to remain pliant and earn further admiration,
"You're doing so good, angel. I knew you would take Daddy's cock so well. Just keep breathing for me, we'll go as slow as you need."
Tilting her head back in want of his lips on hers, she delicately hummed, "All yours."
To match the unhurried pace with which he filled her, he leisurely kissed her, replying, "That's right. This pussy is all mine. Mine to lick, to finger, to fuck, to fill with my come whenever I want. All mine. Say it, angel."
"All yours, Daddy," she eagerly repeated in contrast to his slow speech.
"Whose cock is stretching your pussy?"
"My Daddy's."
"Very good. Your Daddy's cock is stretching this little pussy and claiming it as his, isn't he?"
"Yes," she keened, as he nearly reached her end.
Huffing a quick breath into the crook of her neck as he kept his focus on distracting them—her from the acute pinch of her cunt working to accept him that had her body seizing for a moment beneath him and he from the overwhelming urge to come under the vice-like grip her body had over him—he said, "You've been such a good girl for Daddy, haven't you? Saving your virgin pussy just for him. Not letting anyone else touch or taste you. My sweet, perfect little girl."
Relaxing her hold on him, Hermione cupped his face and brought him back to look at her as she said, "My perfect Daddy," sealing their lips together as she lifted her hips up to force him in the rest of the way, his groan swallowing her sharp cry as she pushed her tongue into his mouth.
Severus kissed her back, eagerly and passionately, one hand cupping the nape of her neck and the other gently kneading the outside of her thigh. His tongue dancing between massaging and twining with hers, teasing licks of her own caressing the roof of his mouth in a way that had shivering sparks racing down his spine and through his cock. The more they kissed, the more pliant she became, her body easing back into a state of relaxed arousal, the tight pinch of her face melting away and in turn softening his own.
Pulling back with shortened kisses, Hermione scratched her nails along his scalp—a groaned purr vibrating in his chest at the sensation—as she hesitantly said, "I think I'm good," nodding her head to further confirm her words. Then giving an experimental tilt of her hips that had her moaning, she decided, "Yes, definitely… definitely ready," rocking up to him once more making them echo each other as they simultaneously released drawn out sounds of pleasure.
Moving his hand to her cheek, he reverently swept his thumb over the delicate bone, promising, "I'll go as slow as you need me too, angel. Don't be afraid to tell me what you need."
"I trust you."
He didn't think she could unravel him any further. She had already captivated him. Consumed his entire thought. Had drawn forth a protective and possessive hunger from within. Was effortless in coaxing out his devotion. She had even managed to persuade him into offering his thinly veiled confession of reciprocating a love for her that had grown far too quickly and without any quantifiable reason. But she still managed to strip him bare with three different little words.
She trusted him. Such a small, simple sentence. However the weight and significance behind it was anything but. That was the true gift of hers to covet. Her trust and her love. Things he would forever hold on to with a dragon-like ferocity, his soul far too dark and selfish to ever let such things from her go. And though she couldn't possibly know how much those words so easily spoken from her lips and without contingency could mean to him, he knew he had to offer up something just as earnest so she would know without doubt that he would never take such a blessing for granted.
Wrapping his arm under hers, he hugged her close—her head easily fitting into place under his chin as if she were made to belong there—and with a gentle rock of his hips as he began to pull out, he whispered, "I love you, Hermione," pushing back in to begin slowly making love to her.
"Severus," she started to answer from beneath him.
"Shh…" Kissing her head, he released her and put his weight back onto his forearm, saying, "Just feel me, angel. Just feel me inside you, making love to you, worshiping you," around lengthy moans and grunts as her pussy stretched and welcomed his every entry and greedily clamped around him at his every retreat.
Her next words were stolen as he took her other knee over his elbow—fingers curling over and into her muscles for leverage—and slipped deeper inside her, her back arching up as she gave a high pitched utterance of, "Daddy," impatiently lifting up to match his thrust.
"Fuck… angel…" he hissed, further gripping her flesh in a bid to gain control. "Don't do that; Daddy won't—shit!" he loudly swore as she did it again. "Such a naughty little girl, aren't you?"
"Too slow; need more," she disjointedly commanded before adding, "Please, Daddy."
Groaning under his inability to deny her when those words were joined together, he grunted, "Harder?" thrusting deep in demonstration. "Or faster?" he offered, his head falling back on a long moan as she worked to match every pump of his cock.
"Both, Daddy," she begged. "I need both."
Unhooking each of Hermione's legs, Severus moved them under his arms, his hands planting firmly into the mattress on either side of her. Then, languidly working his cock in and out of her, unable to stop chasing the exquisite sensation of her pussy, he directed, "Legs up, baby… good girl. Now spread wider… good… and a bit higher… Fuck, perfect," he drawled out as she shouted unintelligibly beneath him, her face screwed up in pleasure.
With her repositioned for even deeper penetration, he increased the speed of his hips until their flesh was clapping against each other in echoing beats.
Around them his room came alive with the erotic symphony of them coming together in a manner that fell somewhere between loving and fucking. His headboard rocked into the wall with delayed echoes of their hips crashing together. Her rapid breaths swirled with his in quick rhythm. Lyrics of, "Daddy," and "Angel," sang out with sharp staccato interruptions of, "Fuck," and "Yes." Both having a background chorus of moans, grunts, and mewling whimpers as words and higher thought failed them.
In the hot, sweaty space between them, time was lost. Seconds slipping away with each scratch and claw of her nails into his back. Minutes vanishing under her reverent and healing touch as she mapped the scar on his shoulder blade. Hours gone forever without complaint as her warm, beckoning eyes stared into the cool abyss of his own, furthering their deepening connection with the welcomed invasion of a tantric experience.
Then all too soon—his unrealistic desire having been to love her throughout the night without end—the rapturous sensations that silenced his mind of anything that didn't aid in pleasing his little angel began to come to a head. The fiery flush that consumed his flesh began to liquefy as it turned molten. The simmering euphoria that had been building in the base of his spine reached boiling as his sac began to tighten.
Pushing down to lick a bead of sweat up Hermione's neck, Severus regrettably informed her, "I'm not going to last much longer, sweet girl."
"Keep… going…" she panted out. "Close."
"Yeah?"
Fitting her small hand between them, she started to vibrate her fingers over her clit, her pussy instantly responding by clenching around him so tightly, they both hissed, "Yes," her adding, "Yeah, very close, Daddy."
"Good girl, keep playing with your little clit for Daddy," he breathlessly encouraged.
And because the theme of the night seemed to be him lacking a filter to his thoughts, he continued egging them both on without repent.
"Play with your little clit and come for Daddy. Make that sweet pussy of yours clench so tight around my cock, it steals my come like the greedy little angel you are.
"Make Daddy come so he can fill your cunt up, pushing his seed so deep he claims you inside and out.
"Would you like that, my sweet, virginal angel? Getting fucked so deep, Daddy puts a baby in you the first night? Your little tummy so round and beautiful with life. Your precious tits, heavy with milk. Unable to deny how eagerly you fell into a Death Eater's bed. How much you liked it, loved it, begged for it."
"Fuck, Daddy; yes!" she yelled, surprising him as her back arched up and her cunt started to give off rapid contractions. "Fill me up. Give me your baby. PLEASE!" she further screamed, sealing her fate of being with him for eternity as she came around him with babbling pleas for his come, his possessive claim, his baby, all while being his good little girl and wringing out his own orgasm.
Hips stuttering as he jerked into her with a roar, endless ropes of infertile come painting her walls, Severus collapsed on top of her, just barely managing to keep the full extent of his weight from crushing her.
"Such a dirty angel," he praised between heavy breaths, petting her hair and kissing her face. "My perfect little girl."
Taking only a moment longer to enjoy lying atop her, his cock still inside her, he started to pull free only for her thighs to close and her legs turn into an ironclad cage around his back.
"No," Hermione quickly denied, further imprisoning him by wrapping her arms around his neck. "Mine."
"I'm just going to get a flannel to clean you up with and a few potions and salves for your poor pussy, angel."
"No," she petulantly repeated.
"Angel."
Looking up at him with beautifully blown pupils and sex radiant skin, she begged, "Stay, please. I don't want you to leave yet. I like having you inside me. It makes me feel close to you and I'm not ready for it to be over."
Leaning back down, he scooped her up against him and rolled them onto his back taking care to remain inside her. Once in position, he smoothed her hair back and brought her face up from his chest, quietly assuring, "You're not going to lose me, Hermione. I'm not going anywhere I promise. Besides, of the two of us, you're the one with a history of running away like a timid little bunny."
Folding her arms and pillowing her chin atop them, she said, "Severus, I may have been a virgin but I'm not stupid. Even I know people say things in the heat of sex they don't mean. But don't worry, I won't hold you to anything you said while under the influence of lust-inflated hormones. I just want to pretend for a little longer is all."
A single tear dropped onto his chest in the time it took for him to threaded his fingers through her hair. Pulling her up by her disheveled curls, he brought them together in a punishing kiss.
"Hold me to it," he urged, before kissing her again. "Hold me to all of it. Demand it of me." With another bruising press of his lips, he added, "I meant it; all of it. You're mine and I love you.
"It won't be a pretty love, but every dark, obsessive ounce of my love is yours.
"I promise, I'm not taking anything back. The only influence I've been bewitched by is the one you unknowingly yield to obliterate my usual need to keep my thoughts and emotions to myself, making me spill all my truths secrets."
"You promise?" she whispered, her voice still thick with her tears.
"Yes, I promise," he repeated. "Now stop questioning Daddy before he pulls out to spank you."
"Sorry, Daddy. I'll be good," she vowed, wiggling on top of him, making them both sigh as he twitched inside her.
Wanting to prevent some of the soreness she would experience come morning, especially in light of her sweet insistence that her pussy swaddle his cock, he summoned a vial of the pain relief potion from his bathroom. Waiting for her to finish shimming herself into a comfortable position—her hips giving small, grinding, rocks against him as she did so—he lifted her chin up with a finger and popped off the cork.
"For any discomfort you may begin to feel," he explained, taking far too much joy in seeing her open her mouth unquestioningly for him to pour it in. As she swallowed, he rewarded, "Good girl. Now get some sleep. It's most probably past your bedtime," smiling at her easy acceptance of his command as she replied, "Yes, Daddy."
Hugging her close as the fingers that danced along his ribs began to slow and her little open-mouth kisses drifted off, he was once again bathed in blissful contentment. It still rang true that she could have stopped them at any point and he would have been far more happy and fulfilled than any moment without her. But having her fall asleep with his cock still nestled inside her pussy, acting as a plug for his come—come she had begged for under reveal of just how niche his kinks were—after making love to her for her first time, left him feeling wholly untouchable.
She was his. The fiery, avenging, lovely, and innocent little angel was all his. His to love, to protect, to care for, his.
There was one thing he would have to get used to though—her need to surprise him.
Stirring just a bit, Hermione reached for his left arm that was tucked behind his head and in a move that left him stunned and further renewed, she kissed his Dark Mark and sleepily murmured, "I love you, Severus; all of you." And then, adding to the mysteries that shrouded her, she mumbled, "It's going to be so much fun getting to make dungeon bat pups with you, Daddy," making him chuckle as he kissed her head.
Squeezing her close, his cock slowly beginning to lose the will to remain hard enough to stay inside her, he murmured, "I love you too, angel. And when we're ready, I'll be all too happy to fill you with as many babies as you want. Until then, Daddy's going to enjoy getting to practice with you. Now sleep."
Softly humming, she nuzzled against him before fully going limp as she succumbed to a much earned slumber. Not far behind her, Severus pulled a section of the duvet over her bare bum to ensure she stayed warm,before drifting off to distantly forming thoughts of how best to make every night like this.
