CHAPTER 18
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 18 ~ Round Two
The Potions Master let his head fall back and bit his lip as Hermione showed him her skill at giving blowjobs. The witch was not only using her mouth, but her hands as well, stimulating the wizard’s long cock completely. Severus didn’t let go of her hair, but continued to help her, though the witch needed no help
What was happening was that Severus was getting into his role as a dominator. He had never treated a witch like this in his life. Yes, he had received blow jobs before, but the most he would do would be rest his hand on the witch’s head lightly. But with Hermione, it was different. She was a willful little witch and always had been. Even as a student she would challenge him publicly in class. The Potions Master always set her to rights, but she was the only one who dared question what the rest of the students considered Potions gospel.
“This is how it is, Miss Granger…at least until you can prove otherwise,” the Professor would say to the witch in exasperation when she would continue to question him on some point, “Now sit down and shut up.”
Hermione would sit, but look at him mutinously. He could almost hear her thoughts.
“I’m going to prove you wrong one day.”
The wizard thought he wouldn’t mind Hermione proving him wrong…in essence, proving the established beliefs wrong and giving the Potions field new knowledge to work with. He had such high hopes for the witch. Then she went to university, then the private sector.
Suddenly Severus thrust forward, pulling Hermione towards him and gagging her, shoving the head of his cock into her throat. Hermione pulled back, letting his organ slip out of her mouth and gasped…her eyes watering as the Professor looked down at her with a slight smirk. He had done it purposely. Private sector indeed.
“So sorry,” he purred, not sounding sorry at all, and putting the witch back to work.
As was said, Severus had never treated a witch like this, though there had been times he wanted to just let loose…be free in at least one area of his life. For the wizard, he always had to be disciplined, controlled, withdrawn. His life had depended on his ability to contain himself for many years under Voldemort, and his intermittent sex life also required the same behavior. He was a controlled wizard, but in essence a slave to that control. True, he swung his authority over the students like a hammer and for a few hours in his classroom was the Master but even then, there were rules that restrained him.
Severus looked down at the witch. Hermione didn’t want him restrained, though she didn’t admit it. That didn’t matter. He knew and realized that in her need to relinquish control of her body and mind she would be giving him what he needed as well. Freedom. Release. Liberation.
“Enough,” the Potions Master hissed, pulling Hermione back by her hair, his organ sliding out of her mouth, glistening with her saliva. He was hard as a rock. Hermione’s lips looked swollen as the witch stared up at him. There was a hungry look in her eyes.
“Back in the bed, witch,” Severus said, sitting up and watching Hermione climb past him and lay back down on her back.
He slid back and lay on his back next to her, their eyes meeting. The wizard’s eyes were still cool however. Hermione couldn’t help wonder how he could look so detached after the blowjob she’d given him. Gods, Severus Snape was such a hard man…in more ways than one. Her eyes drifted down to his erect cock. What a monster it was. The witch looked back up at the Potions Master and licked her lips.
What was he waiting for?
Severus’ eyes narrowed. He was waiting for just what she gave him. That look of impatience.
The Potions Master rolled on top of her, nestling his hips between her thighs in the missionary position again, his thick organ caught between them. The wizard rose up on his hands and ground into Hermione hard, and she gasped at his hardness.
“Gods,” the witch groaned as he looked down at her. Hermione looked into those black eyes and for the first time saw heat in them, Severus’ expression sober, his hair a lank curtain around his face.
The wizard shifted back and with one hand once again pressed the head of his cock into the depression that led to her entrance.
“No more questions,” he breathed, sliding into the witch with a bit of power. Hermione hissed as his girth once again stretched and filled her, the hiss ending with a choked sound as he hit her cervix. Oh, that was sweet.
“Your body will confess what your lips would not,” Severus said to the witch underneath him, then he began to fuck her…hard, drawing back and ramming his cock into Hermione with abandon, jerking her small body roughly, plowing through her incredible softness and tightness hungrily, growling, punctuating each stroke with a grunt, his dark eyes locked to her face as he did so.
Hermione arched as the wizard connected with her powerfully, crying out as his possession grew in speed and power, her hands spasmodically gripping at his lower back as the wizard flexed over her, his lean, muscular body stroking rhythmically, his loins slapping against hers as the Potions Master buried his cock into her over and over, his face contorting with his effort and his pleasure. The wizard looked down at his plunging organ, thick and glistening with Hermione’s juices and growled, arching into the witch and holding himself deep inside her softness, feeling her clutch around him as she keened.
“Yesssss,” he hissed, returning his gaze to the witch’s face, which was contorted prettily, her hair wild and falling across her features. Looking down on her like this while piercing her curvaceous little body over and over, the wizard had to admit Hermione Granger was quite…beautiful.
“It only because I’m fucking her the way I am,” he thought to himself as he pressed deep into Hermione, feeling the warmth and life of her body wrapped around him, wet and pulsing. He had never thought the witch beautiful before this.
“From the back…fuck me from the back,” Hermione begged him, her voice husky with ache and passion.
Severus stared down at Hermione a moment, still straining into her, and the witch’s amber eyes opened, wet and wild. He began to stroke her again, slower but still hard and deep, his eyes fluttering as her tight sleeve caressed his head and shaft deliciously. A growl of delight escaped from the back of his throat. Merlin, this was good.
“Please,” Hermione cried out as she buckled.
Severus heard her, but it was hard to stop to change positions. Hermione just felt too good to pull out of. He continued to stroke her for several more minutes, sweat running down his back and dripping on her body, oiling her, the sheets underneath the witch soaked. Hermione’s cries were becoming hoarse and the Potions Master felt the sting of several scratches the witch had unknowingly carved into his back. But damn the pain was worth the pussy as he plunged into her over and over. He had never felt so free as took his pleasure of his charge.
Yes, patronage had its high points.
Hermione was beginning to writhe wildly beneath him and Severus dropped to her body, pinning her with his weight and curling his hands over her shoulders, pulling her down into his stroke, burying his face in her hair, her mouth close to his ear. He began to piston into the witch furiously, his long body hunching, the wizard gasping and grunting as he hit bottom over and over, Hermione’s pussy tightening around him like a long, velvet fist, her hot fluids gushing over him, splashing his loins as she orgasmed.
Severus grimaced as the urge to ejaculate hit him…but he wasn’t going this time. He pulled out of the quaking witch and turned her over, pulling her to her knees and plunging his cock into her so hard Hermione howled and orgasmed again, the wizard falling still and panting, willing himself to calm as she pulsed over him, squeezing him in a living vise. To distract himself, Severus ran his pale palms over the witch’s back. Her skin was soft, warm and slick with their mingled perspiration. He petted her, noting how she trembled under his hands, her quaking body stimulating his cock which was firmly embedded in her. After a minute or two, he was able to move again, and gripped the witch’s small waist for leverage, and began to drive into her again, fucking her hard.
Hermione was babbling now, lost to the wizard’s possession. He was hard, strong and insatiable. She had never had sex like this before…it was everything she wanted as his ache hit her over and over again. Nothing else mattered other than the Potions Master keep fucking her this way. So what if he were a snarky, cold bastard? If he could make her feel like this, she’d deal with it. Gods, he was so good.
Severus released Hermione’s waist and bent over her, his hands on either side of her bouncing body, the top of her head beneath his chin. The wizard closed his eyes and continued stroking her, his balls slapping against her labia, his loins flexing against her soft ass, his belly rippling against her back. As he curled around Hermione, the Potions Master was taken by how well her small body fit against him. She could only gasp now, the wizard having taken her voice. Severus froze as the witch came again with a stuttered squeak. He smirked at the sound she made.
”The terms of patronage don’t seem so terrible now, do they witch?” he breathed against her ear, unable to help himself, giving her several hard fast strokes that made her head hit the headboard.
Oops.
Severus shifted back and dragged her after him, plunging back inside her
The witch was all his now. Severus fell to the side, dragging Hermione down with him, not missing a stroke as he moved into the home stretch. He wrapped his long arms around her quaking body and let loose, tearing into her violently, trying to bust through her body, the witch jerking helplessly under his stroke, tears streaming as she underwent her final surrender. As far as Hermione Granger was concerned, Severus Snape could fuck her to death and she’d die a happy, sated witch. She felt his arms tighten around her and his cock speed up, the wizard’s body starting to shudder. Her mouth dropped open at his power, and everything began to grow dim as Severus took everything she had. The witch went completely limp.
Severus was oblivious to Hermione’s condition…all he knew was her soft, accepting body, and he stroked every blessed inch of it until everything in him tightened, his pleasure forming a tight knot then releasing, the wizard letting out a roar as his orgasm tore through him, far more intense than his first. He clutched Hermione against him, firing jet after jet into her prone body, biting his lower lip so hard against the pulsing stream of bliss he drew blood. After several minutes the wizard was spent, but continued holding the witch, his pelvis still moving against her slightly.
Damn. Damn.
Then the Potions Master realized Hermione wasn’t moving and pulled out of the witch, quickly turning her towards him. What was wrong with her? Had he hurt her? Injured her? Severus studied the witch, then he gave a sigh of relief.
Hermione was sound asleep, a look of total peace on her face.
Relieved, Severus rolled her to her back, then reached over her prone body to the nightstand where his wand rested, picked it up and scourgified her, as well as the bed, which was soaked. He didn’t scourgify himself however, and breathed in the scent of sex clinging to his body with satisfaction. Normally, when the wizard was done with a witch, he washed the scent of her off of him as soon as possible…but Hermione had been the first witch that didn’t try to restrict him, who let him take her wholly. He wasn’t ready to let that go yet. He also wasn’t ready to put her out of his bed. Severus was physically sated, but for some reason…he thought he might indulge himself a bit more with the witch later on. It made no sense to put Hermione out then have to retrieve her again. She might as well stay in his bed.
He lay down next to the witch, his body turned toward her, studying her face as she slept. She wasn’t beautiful, but pretty enough to turn a wizard’s head. She didn’t wear the usual warpaint witches used to embellish their features, which Severus hated, and she had stopped using that damned jasmine shampoo. She smelled female…that was all she needed to smell like as far as he was concerned. All in all, he was quite pleased with the witch.
The wizard’s eyelids drooped as the adrenaline in his system died down and exhaustion settled on him. The Potions Master had expended quite a bit of energy on the witch and was feeling it now. His eyes fluttered and Hermione shifted out of focus, her blurred outline the last thing the wizard saw before sleep overtook him.
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A/N: I’m feeling a bit under the weather, so sorry for the time it took to post. Not sure how the lemons are…you know how I get when I feel out of sorts. This was the couples first genuine sexual encounter and as such there was not much emotion expressed by either of them, though it seems both Severus and Hermione are rather smitten. Please review.