CHAPTER 27
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 27 ~ On the Beach (Continued)
Severus carried Hermione to the shore and with some effort, pried her from his throat and stood her on the damp sand. The wizard was fully erect and his nostrils flared as he looked down at the witch. Suddenly he grasped her waist and attempted to take her down to the ground, but she resisted.
He glowered at her.
“What’s wrong,” he growled.
“I want you to lie down on your back,” Hermione replied, her eyes glittering up at him.
“Me?” the wizard responded, looking at the damp sand. They were just above the surf-line.
Hermione nodded and said, “Humor me,” and kissed his chest again.
The Potions Master let out a sigh and let his long pale body down, rolling on his back. He hoped no sand would work its way into uncomfortable places, but he was greatly aroused at the thought of fucking the witch outdoors in the moonlight. He stretched his body out and looked up at Hermione, whose eyes were sweeping over him, pausing at his erect cock for a moment then shifting back to his face.
She looked starved, her eyes hot and hungry.
Severus felt a bit out of sorts as the witch looked down on him this way. It was a bit like role reversal. Normally it was he looking down on her body, stretched out before him like a sexual smorgasbord. But the witch looked delicious in the moonlight, the moon making her petite curvaceous body as pale as his own, her chestnut hair shining silver, the peaks of her breasts dark and tight.
Hermione lowered herself and mounted the wizard, straddling his body on her knees. Severus looked up at her.
“Different?” she asked him as his eyes swept over her.
“Yes,” the wizard said rather hoarsely as he felt the heat of her core on his belly, his eyes resting on her spread thighs.
Hermione lowered her mouth to his throat again and began to suckle, her breasts mashed against the wizard’s chest. Severus closed his eyes. Yes…this was pleasurable. Hermione’s lips worked up the side of his jaw, the wizard turning his head to give her access. She stopped by his ear, letting her warm breath wash over it as she breathed, “Touch my body Severus. You never touch me. I want to feel your hands on my skin. Please.”
Hermione began to suckle his throat again, and Severus granted her request, running his hands down her back, into the dip and over the swell over her buttocks. Hermione sighed as the wizards large, slightly roughened hands moved over her skin, leaving trails of fire on her moist skin and the witch moved to his mouth, her lips capturing and pulling at his softly at first, but with increasing ardor.
Severus responded, kissing the witch back, then opening his mouth in invitation, his eyes half-lidded, watching her head move sensuously, his fingers tracing her flesh. Then her body began to join in, her flesh sliding against his own, heating up. Her mouth was hot as fire and the wizard soon lost himself in exploring it fully, his hands locking into her wet mane of hair and guiding her head motions, his own body beginning to arch as he was drawn into Hermione’s passion.
The couple began to kiss hungrily, exchanging saliva, their mouths devouring each other, the wizard completely caught up in the witch’s responses. Hermione was near whimpering as she felt Severus become more aggressive, taking over the kiss, scouring her mouth with his tongue and sucking hard. His body was so hot, and hard, his hands sliding up over her shoulders and sweeping down again.
Hermione attempted to pull away from the Potions Master’s mouth to his throat again, but the wizard pulled her head back, hungrily possessing her mouth, then rolling over with the witch so he was on top of her, still kissing her, his dark hair falling around her face as he continued. He slid his body against hers sensually now, rhythmically, and his mouth slid down to her neck, surprising Hermione. She swept the sand off his back as she caressed it, tracing his scars, and gasping loudly at the feel of his mouth on her throat.
“Oh Severus…Severus,” she breathed.
In response, the wizard moved lower, one pale hand sliding up the witch’s waist and gripping her breast, fondling it, and tweaking her nipple between his fingers as his other hand gripped the top of her head tightly. The witch buckled and groaned…this was the first time the wizard had touched her breasts in any prolonged manner and the witch hissed, her body undulating beneath him. Severus then brought his warm mouth to her nipple and suckled it gently, then began to lightly bite the full flesh of her breast before returning to worry the taut nipple again.
Hermione arched so hard she actually lifted the wizard for a moment. She felt a low chuckle against her belly, then the wizard moved to her other breast, dragging his tongue across her body and covering as much of her breast with his mouth as he could, his tongue swirling in circles over her flesh. Hermione was in heaven, and felt a pulsing ache between her thighs as she pumped them against him.
Severus found he enjoyed the witch’s wild reaction to his mouth and hands. He didn’t know how to use them, eh? Shit. She’d see. He planned to torment her.
Severus moved lower, kissing and licking Hermione’s skin. He felt the surf lick his elbow as he grasped both of her breasts. He rose to his knees, bending over the witch, moving steadily downward, Hermione arching upward again, then lifting her head to see his long black hair dragging down her belly.
“Oh gods…yes Severus…oh fuck,” she hissed as the wizard’s lips pulled at her pubic hair. Then suddenly he stopped and looked up at her, his eyes narrowed. Hermione’s hips bucked upward insistently.
“Oh…don’t stop now,” the witch cried out, pushing his shoulders downward. Severus stubbornly didn’t move.
“You’ll teach me how to use my mouth, will you witch?” he breathed, his dark eyes glinting as he lightly caressed her inner thighs with his hands. The smell of Hermione’s sex filled the air, mingling with the scent of the sea. His mouth watered. He hadn’t eaten pussy in so long he’d forgotten what it tasted like. The tide was creeping up the shore, tickling their bodies lightly.
“No…I was wrong. You know how to use it,” Hermione said desperately, “show me how much you know, Severus! I’m dying to feel you!”
“Dying to feel my mouth?” he asked her, lowering his head to her pubic hair and letting his lips move through its softness, “Or my tongue?”
The Potions Master slowly and teasingly licked her labia and the Hermione squealed, attempting to capture his head with her thighs but Severus expected this reaction and held them spread.
“Which?” he purred at her, his black eyes drinking in her lust as she writhed.
“Both! Both!” Hermione hissed, locking her hands in his hair now. The witch was so aroused her grip was too tight, but Severus took the pain. It was…arousing to feel the normally gentle witch losing it.
He decided not to make Hermione wait any longer and moved downward, lifting her thighs over his shoulders, spread her wide with his fingers and lowered his mouth to her dripping pussy. He took a large lick, drawing her flavor in…his eyes closing in bliss as her sweet, musky taste coated his tongue. He swallowed.
“Damn,” he breathed, then proceeded to eat the hell out of the witch’s core, licking and sucking, holding her firmly as she bucked, writhed and yanked on his hair, letting out a string of muggle obscenities as his tongue and lips lashed her, the pleasure almost unbearable. She shrieked when he began to thrust his tongue in and out of her deeply, collecting her juices.
Suddenly the world shattered and Hermione was soaring, letting out a cry that rang through the night so loudly, the elves stopped bickering in the kitchen for a moment, their ears flicking back and forth, before they resumed, Eli on the offensive.
“Yes, witch,” Severus thought as he drank down the wildly writhing witch’s flow, Hermione pushing her core against his mouth, straining as she climaxed. He swallowed every drop of the witch’s release, staying with her until she fell still, her breasts rising and falling with a rather shocked satisfaction.
If Hermione thought the wizard was going to give her a bit of respite, she was wrong. Severus launched himself over her body, pulling her thighs up, locking his glistening mouth to hers and entering her brutally, the witch shrieking into his mouth as his huge organ plowed into her hungrily. She could taste herself as he burrowed his tongue and his cock deep inside her and began to fuck her strongly, the waves now splashing over them.
Severus drove into Hermione, slamming his cock into her undulating body with a vengeance, sliding the gasping witch across the wet shoreline, their bodies leaving a deep groove as the surf crashed around them. Hermione clutched at his shoulders and the wizard stared down at her lustfully as her tightness sucked and clutched at him.
“You’re beautiful,” the Potions Master hissed without realizing it. “Give me everything, witch.”
Hermione let out a whimper as Severus lifted himself up on his hands, stopping their wet slide across the beach and began slapping his loins between her thighs loudly, driving into the witch with all his strength and ardor, then dropping to her mouth against, kissing her almost frantically as his back locked and his thrusting became involuntary, instinctual, animalistic. He couldn’t stop fucking the witch if he wanted to. His body was past control.
Hermione let out a screech as she orgasmed, swallowing down water as she exploded over Severus, the wizard slamming into her cervix brutally, groaning as her heat flowed over him. She gasped something. Something unexpected. Something that brought the wizard back to himself, staring at her in astonishment.
Severus slowed his stroke, gentling as the witch babbled a string of words he knew he wasn’t meant to hear as if at Pentecost. The witch would never say these things to him if she were lucid. She knew he was not the kind of wizard to say such things to, that he had no real heart. But Hermione wasn’t lucid…she was lost to him, and the wizard dropped on her soft body, his face buried in her wet hair, his ear close to her lips so he could hear every murmured tabooed word as he flexed into Hermione slow and easy, drawing his cock out almost completely, then sliding it back in so she could feel every inch of him savoring her pulsing snatch, her complete and utter surrender. He shouldn’t be listening to this, but found he wanted to hear her anyway. No woman had ever said the things to him that Hermione was whispering as the waves washed over them.
It was just the sex. It was too good to her…that’s what it had to be. This…this couldn’t be inside her…not the way he treated her. Why would she….? How could she…?
“Severus…Severus,” Hermione breathed, her voice full of tenderness. He lifted his head and looked down at her. The witch’s eyes were soft and deep as the ocean itself as she looked up at him. He felt as if he could fall into those amber eyes and tumble forever, never wishing to touch ground again. Then he caught himself.
Nonsense. Utter insanity. He wasn’t himself…and it was Hermione’s fault.
“You’re a succubus,” he breathed, his face contorting, kissing the witch hungrily then returning to his hands and taking her once again with a vengeance, driving her up the shoreline.
“An addiction! A weakness! A tempting bit of fluff!” the wizard hissed, fucking Hermione fall all he was worth. “That’s all you are, Hermione Granger, Spells Mistress. Potions Mistress. That’s all you’ll ever be to me! Don’t try to be anything more, witch. I don’t want it!”
He made this last declaration savagely as he rammed his cock so deep into the witch, he felt her shift inside and begin to quake powerfully, increasing the wizard’s pleasure as her vibrations ran up his plunging shaft.
“Damn you,” Severus groaned as he felt himself drawing to the edge, “Damn you for making me feel you, witch! Damn you for invading my thoughts…my dreams. Damn you for making me want this. And above all, damn you for making me want you!”
Again Severus dropped to the witch, locking his mouth to hers as he pistoned into her almost limp body, taking every bit of Hermione he could, his hips blurring as pleasure poured over him like the surf. Then he slammed his cock deep into the witch with a curse and came and came and came, his body shuddering, his own voice a whimper as he pulsed, filling Hermione to overflowing, the waves washing his gushing release away.
The Potions Master collapsed on her, exhausted, letting the water wash over them for a few moments more before withdrawing and pulling Hermione higher up on the beach, worried she’d drown. Sand clung to her soaked body and he brushed at it, staring down at the witch, who lay on her back, her breasts rising and falling gently, her unfocused amber irises peeking out from beneath her partially closed lids. Her legs were still parted and her hair a mass of dark, wet tangles.
With an effort, Severus sat up, his long legs bent, leaning back a bit and resting on his hands. He stared at Hermione a bit longer then turned his head and looked out over the dark waters, breathing deeply, feeling as if his entire world had just turned upside down, the pivotal point, the witch sleeping on the sand beside him.
The witch who had opened up her soul to him.
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A/N: MMmm. Wow. Some interlude. Hermione got what she wanted and then some. It seems Severus got more than he expected as well. Hm…who was he trying to convince he didn’t want more with that little tirade? Hermione…or himself?. :::shaking head::: Please review.