"A pompous megalomaniac wants me to make him immortal," Severus says. "What could possibly go wrong?"
"How long can we string him along before he wants results?" Hermione calls from the bedroom. She is changing out of her robes and into a pair of jeans and a tank top. It's her way of telling Severus she wants to stay in for the rest of the evening.
"Indefinitely, I suppose. On some level he must know he is asking the improbable, if not the impossible. What are you doing in there?"
"Just getting changed," Hermione says, emerging from the bedroom barefoot in her muggle clothes. Her jeans are a little loose, slung low on her hips, and her tank top is clingy soft pink, almost translucent. She isn't wearing a bra.
Severus looks at her hungrily from where he is seated in his favorite leather chair. "You look obscenely young when you dress like that, Miss Granger." Her nipples are stiff little points poking through the soft fabric of her tank top.
"Do you want me to change, Professor?" Hermione asks, her eyes wide and innocent.
"No." His voice is stern, almost menacing. "I want you to come here."
If he had used that tone with her a year ago, Hermione would have been quaking in fear. Now, she is trembling with anticipation as she approaches him.
Severus stands up from the chair, unbuttoning his robes with ruthless efficiency. As soon as they drop from his shoulders they vanish to his wardrobe. It is an impressive piece of wandless magic, and Hermione blinks in surprise. He is looming over her now, all black clothes and sharp angles, a deep scowl on his face.
She looks at him, no longer pretending. Her heart is pounding in her chest.
Still scowling at her, he brings a hand up between them and barely brushes the pad of his thumb against her nipple. "Your tits are truly exquisite, Miss Granger. Are you deliberately trying to entice your surly old Professor?" He gives her nipple a quick sharp pinch between his thumb and forefinger.
Hermione gives a little gasp of surprise at the pain. "Ow," she says softly, but doesn't pull away from his hand. The crotch of his pants twitches visibly at her remark. She stares at it unabashed.
"Does 'ow' mean 'no,' Miss Granger?" He growls.
"No, sir… OW!" He pinches her nipple again, harder this time.
Despite his surly countenance, Severus is watching Hermione very carefully. She is looking up at him, her face an exquisite mix of pain, confusion, and longing. He takes a long slow moment to revel in the scents and sounds of her arousal. Her eyes are bright, perhaps with a few unshed tears. Be careful with her, you sadistic fuck, he admonishes himself.
Severus sighs, and the menacing expression vanishes from his face. He gathers Hermione up into his arms and pulls her down into the chair with him. She is curled up in his lap, clinging to his neck.
He cups her face against him gently, kissing her temple, but it is difficult to be convincingly comforting when his erection is jammed into her ass. She doesn't seem to mind though- she is making cute little cooing noises. Before long she adjusts her position on his lap so she can press back against his cock.
He trails a string of soft kisses from her jaw, down her neck, to her collarbone. She sighs and tips her head back. He pulls the strap of her tank top off her shoulder and exposes her smarting nipple, kissing and licking it gently in a belated apology.
"Is it sore?" he asks her.
"No," she replies firmly. "Severus, I really need you to fuck me now. Please."
He gives her ass a playful squeeze. "Stand up, then."
She disentangles herself from his lap and stands before him. He leans forward, thumbing the button of her jeans.
"Take of your shirt," he tells her as he unzips her pants and pulls them down her legs. She is deliciously bare underneath them. "No panties, Miss Granger? What kind of girl comes before her portions professor with her tits showing and wearing no panties?"
"A girl who wants her potions professor to fuck her, sir," she replies with a smirk, stepping out of her jeans. She is fully naked now.
"What a filthy mouth." He stands up in one quick movement, suddenly looming over her. "Get on your knees, Miss Granger. We will see how well you can talk back to me with your mouth full."
Hermione sinks down to the soft carpet, spreading her knees the way he likes, and looks up at him obediently.
"That's better," he says, unzipping his trousers and pulling his cock out. He grasps himself in his right hand, and takes Hermione by her hair with his left. When he gathers a fistful of hair at the back of her neck and pulls her head back, she gasps with pleasure and opens her mouth. He puts his cock in it without preamble.
Severus wants to fuck her mouth properly, hard and long until the saliva streams down her chin and drips on her tits, but he doesn't think he can last that long. Still, he takes her mouth more roughly than he has in the past, watching her face and body carefully for signs of distress. Hermione is not distressed. She is relaxed and moaning; he watches her hand stray between her thighs as she begins to touch herself. It's too much for him, and he pulls out of her mouth swiftly with a curse.
"Get in the chair," he says to her as she looks up at him questioningly, still touching herself. She crawls up into the chair. "Sit right on the edge. Feet up, legs spread. Show me how wet your pussy is."
She lifts her legs up and apart for him, on hand on each thigh. His black gaze is locked on the sight of those wet lips parting, enticing him.
She slides her hands further down her thighs and slowly, a little shyly, parts herself for him with dainty fingers.
Severus groans and, unable to keep from touching her any longer, reaches out with one long elegant finger and inserts it slowly until it is buried to the last knuckle. This time, it is Hermione's turn to groan. He removes the finger, and she groans again, this time in protest.
Severus looks up at her. "Keep that wet pussy spread open for me, Miss Granger."
"Yes sir," she says, pulling those swollen lips still further apart. Her clit, swollen and hard, seems to be straining toward him. He dips his head between her parted thighs and drops a gentle kiss on that little nub.
Hermione's whole body trembles at that kiss. "Please," she whispers.
He knows she wants his finger back inside her, but he doesn't give it to her. He does shower her splayed open pussy with little playful kisses before returning to her click to lick her in earnest. This time he keeps at it, allowing the tension to build inside her. When her body has had enough time to respond to the stimulation, he feels her orgasm starting to build: the increased breathing, her heart speeding up, body temperature rising slightly.
He stops, and pulls her hands away gently. "Are you close?" he asks her, knowing the answer already.
"Yes, sir," she breathes, her chest heaving slightly.
He stands up on his knees, leaning over her. He presses the head of his cock up against her clit.
"Are you going to be a good girl and let your professor fuck your tight little pussy?" he says, moving the head of his cock back and forth against her clit.
"Please fuck me, Professor. Please," she says, not dissembling. She desperately needs to come.
He puts one hand behind each of her knees and parts her legs as far as they will go. Then he takes her in one firm thrust. Hermione cries out, but it is pleasure, not pain in the sound.
"Such a good girl," has croons, pulling all the way out to thrust in again, and again, and again. She moans loudly at each of his thrusts.
Severus want to fuck her like this forever, but too soon he feels his orgasm building again. He splays his hand out over her belly, reaching down with his thumb to graze her clit. Careful not to apply too much pressure to the sensitive nub, he flicks his thumb across it in rhythm with his thrusts. It's a bit awkward in this position, but if he can angle up just a bit-
"Oh my fucking GODS, Severus!"
Five… four… three… "You are so fucking beautiful with my cock shoved inside you," he says to her, and she comes apart beneath him. Her orgasm is loud and messy and undignified as she thrashes and bucks against him.
When she regains control of her limbs he reaches down and wraps her legs around his hips, pulling her up to meet him. He kisses her lips, pressing into her gently, enjoying one more moment of exquisite controlled pleasure before before he lets himself follow her.
"I'm going to come inside you now, sweetheart," he says gently.
She nods up at him. "Please."
He reaches down and pulls her hips tight against his as he reaches his shuddering release. Hermione clings to him tightly, her moans echoing his.
