CHAPTER 14
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Chapter 14 ~ Something Wicked Her Way Comes
Back in his study, Severus tried to focus on something other than what he had found in Hermione’s nightstand.
The Wicked Wheezer.
He knew he had left the coupon for her, but he didn’t actually think she’d go to Cedric’s sex shop. Of course, she had needs…but he thought the witch better…well…controlled than that. Perhaps if it had been an ordinary dildo, it wouldn’t…wouldn’t make that much of a difference. But what he saw and by what he read, that was much more than a toy a witch stuffed in and out of herself.
It was a toy that actually fucked.
When he opened the package, at first he was startled because of how realistic the dildo looked. It was as if a wizard had been castrated and his tool placed in a bag. Severus sat down on the bed and pulled the thing out. It was quite large, almost the size of his own member. Hermione was such a small witch. Obviously, she preferred large cocks.
Well, he definitely had that.
Severus read the label. Hands free? Stiffens? Warms? Three settings? The Potions Master read further to find out how the dildo worked. Hmm. A simple invocation accompanied by the preferred setting.
Do me gentle. Do me normal. Do me wild.
Good gods.
She hadn’t used it yet. But he imagined she would soon.
The wizard walked over to his liquor cabinet and fixed himself a drink, sitting down in his armchair and taking a slow sip as he stared into the fireplace. He had been observing Hermione, but not watching her in her bedroom or bathroom. Hell, she wasn’t showering anyway, so the most he probably would have seen was her using the loo. Severus wasn’t interested in that.
But after what he said to her tonight, perhaps she would look after herself. He downed the firewhiskey, then fixed himself another…then another, getting ready to tie one on, listen to some classical music and probably play a bit on his violin. But as his buzz grew, so did his curiosity. Finally he stood up, stalked over to his desk, opened the drawer, removed the false bottom and took out his security mirror. There really was no reason for the wizard to hide the mirror the way he did, but Severus was a bit paranoid and never left anything he valued out in the open or easily accessible. His rooms were private, but house elves and Albus could enter at will. He never really trusted the Headmaster too much. Dumbledore had a rather nosey nature, and Severus could see the old coot snooping about his rooms a bit if it suited him.
The wizard grabbed the entire bottle of firewhiskey out of the cabinet and set it on the table next to his armchair, right by the wizarding wireless radio. He sat down and looked into the mirror.
“Focus: Hermione Granger,” he said, warmed by the booze he consumed. What he saw made him feel a bit warmer.
Hermione was nude in the shower, soaping up her body with a washcloth. She was a very curvy witch, with large breasts, dark nipples, a small waist, ample hips and ass and rather thick thighs. She would probably become rounder when she reached middle age.
Severus watched her wash her hair. It was quite sensual to see her this way, unaffected and natural, lifting her curling locks, soaping them up, rinsing and letting the water run over her body. His eyes fell to the little vee of chestnut pubic hair and he felt a small throb. He swallowed and poured himself another drink.
The mirror followed Hermione as she exited the shower and dried off, drawing the towel over her body slowly…a bit too slowly in fact. The Potions Master sat forward in his chair watching her. She was doing it on purpose, rubbing the towel over her breasts until her nipples stood up in hard peaks, throwing her head back as she rubbed between her legs. She was arousing herself.
Severus then leaned to the right and turned on the wizarding wireless, letting the beautiful music wash over him as he watched Hermione exit the bathroom, everything twisting and shifting deliciously as she walked. Those robes hid a lot.
Hermione sat down on the bed and opened the nightstand drawer. Didn’t she sleep in anything? Severus himself slept in the nude, but it seemed…scandalous that a witch would do such a thing.
Severus held his breath as the witch reached into the drawer. There were books in there…it could be she was going to read for a bit…but she wasn’t. She drew out the bag with the dildo in it.
Severus let out a long breath as he watched the petite witch pull out the huge dildo and remove all the tags and labels. Then she read them again, and stared at the huge fake cock for a moment before flicking it with her forefinger. It bobbed comically and she shook her head as if she couldn’t believe she was doing this.
Severus couldn’t believe he was watching her do it, but he was and he felt rather aroused by it. Hermione slid into the bed and lay down on her back spreading her legs and bending her knees slightly.
The Potions Master swallowed again as he got a peek at Hermione’s pink core and watched as she slid her own fingers between her labia and starting masturbating, her face contorting slightly as she arched up from the bed.
Good gods. Was this the same witch that was such a mess in the lab only an hour or two ago?
Severus unconsciously began unbuttoning his robes. He had a huge erection and it was uncomfortably tenting his trousers. He had to let it out. The wizard pulled open his robes and unfastened his trousers, reaching in and drawing out his stiff organ, his black eyes locked to the mirror and the gyrating witch on the four-poster bed.
Severus had never been a voyeur before…not purposely. He had witnessed sexual acts at the Revels, but he had to do that…and they were depraved acts that he hated, painful, cruel and ending in death. This was the first time he found himself enjoying watching a woman…particularly a woman who thought she was behind closed doors and away from prying eyes. This was the real Hermione he was observing…the sexual side of the walking Gryffindor brain, the primal female animal.
He watched as Hermione partially sat up, her legs still bent and spread, her hair falling forward as she watched herself lowering the Wicked Wheezer to her core.
“Do me. Wild,” the witch breathed.
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Hermione shrieked and fell back on her hands as the Wicked Wheezer wickedly lived up to its name, plunging into her hard, deep and fast.
“Oh shit!” the jerking witch cried, her face contorting as the sex toy did its work.
Severus’ eyes were as wide as saucers as he watched the sex toy tear into the witch’s body, Hermione apparently shrieking as it drove into her incessantly.
“Good lord,” he breathed, his erection becoming rock hard and starting to ache as he watched the little witch. “She must have set it on wild.”
Hermione was getting quite a reaming, the Wheezer stuck on high and hard. The witch fell back and the toy adjusted itself, continuing its assault on her body, Hermione arching and wailing, her fingers clawing the mattress as the toy fucked her. Tears streamed from her eyes.
“Why doesn’t she stop it?” the Professor breathed, watching her body gyrate under the pummeling.
Hermione turned over rising to her knees, the Wheezer staying with her, entering from the back now, the witch’s head down, her curling hair sprawled over the pillows, her face turned toward the mirror, her eyes closed and mouth slack. Her breasts swung in tangent with the Wheezer’s penetration, her body covered in a slick sheen of sweat. Severus thought she was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen…and the way she was taking that toy…
“Damn,” he thought as he watched her.
Severus was amazed as he watched the witch willingly giving herself up to the almost brutal toy. It was huge, and although it was clear it made her ache, she didn’t even try to stop it. Suddenly the witch stretched out, her mouth open and eyes closed, then she began to shudder and Severus watched as the toy literally began to drip with her release. She had orgasmed, and slumped in the bed, the dildo still tearing into the spasming witch. She still didn’t stop it, but lay there with a small smile on her face, the very picture of surrender.
Severus didn’t realize he was stroking his own cock as he watched Hermione. Whenever the Potions Master had engaged in sex with a witch, because of his size he had always had to hold back. If he began to get too arduous, the woman would complain. Since he wanted to climax, he listened. If he had indulged in the Revels, he could have let loose, but he managed to fandangle his way out of performing for Voldemort. He didn’t want to fuck a woman who he knew was being victimized…who he knew was going to die. And they were, because he was the one who usually mercifully killed them with the Killing Curse as their bleeding, broken, suffering bodies quaked on the mattresses, even more deatheaters approaching. He was often crucio’d for “killing too quickly” but the Potions Master thought he was never quick enough to spare them the horrible pain they suffered through as deatheater after deatheater raped, bit and beat them.
But here…here was a woman who obviously liked it rough…rougher than he ever imagined any woman would want. What was with Hermione Granger? Why was her sex drive so strong? He watched as the witch orgasmed again. She had flipped back over and held her legs to her chest and he could clearly see the huge Wheezer dipping into her up to its false balls. It was covered in white, creamy come.
Suddenly the Professor choked and stiffened, letting out a howl as he ejaculated, his come falling on the hearth and even into the fire where it sizzled. The wizard’s head fell forward, his long, lank hair falling around his head as he grunted with pleasure until the final pulse. He sat there a moment, breathing heavily, his eyes closed, the long black lashes resting against his pale cheeks. After a moment or two, he raised his head to look into the mirror.
Hermione was flat on her back, her breasts rising and falling, the Wicked Wheezer lying on the mattress between her legs, still and clean. She had finally stopped it and it self-scourgified. Her face was flushed, but there was a look of satisfaction there. She opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling, wrapping her arms around her belly, still quaking slightly.
The wizard’s dark eyes rested on the sated witch thoughtfully as he drew his wand out of his pocket and scourgified himself and the hearth.
So this was the other side of Hermione Granger when she willingly engaged in sex. She certainly wasn’t the resigned witch he reamed bent over the couch.
This Hermione Granger was far more interesting.
This Hermione Granger was a masochist.
The wizard tucked his cock back into his boxers and closed his trousers. Even without a witch, that had been one hell of a climax.
How intense could it be with a witch with needs like Hermione?
Severus wondered if he had made a mistake not giving the witch equal sexual access to him. He poured himself another firewhiskey, his buzz being all but neutralized by what he had witnessed. He tossed it down and wiped his mouth, looking at the naked witch. She was sound asleep, looking completely at peace. Naughty, naughty woman.
Hm. Some changes would have to be made. But first the Potions Master had to do one thing.
Get rid of that blasted Wicked Wheezer.
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A/N: Annnnd they’re off! Lol. After getting off, of course. Now, what wizard can resist a witch after seeing a performance like that? Our Potions Master is at it again. Good gracious…now he wants to off the Wheezer? Lololol. Too funny. Anyway, please leave a review. Thanks.