CHAPTER 64
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Chapter 64 ~ The Ritual
Hermione felt magic move over her as Severus laid her down on top of the silk sheets. The wizard looked down on the witch, erect and ready. Without a word he entered the bed and rolled on top of her.
“Severus…the invocation,” the witch breathed as his long, lean body rested against hers.
“Not yet,” he replied, lowering his head and kissing the witch.
Hermione was blown away by the gentleness of his initial kiss, and returned it, but soon the wizard began to show more ardor, slipping his tongue into her mouth and possessing it fully, his hands beginning to caress her body slowly, following her curves. Hermione was beginning to lose herself in the Potions Master’s kiss, practically purring as his hands moved over her, his mouth never breaking contact. Suddenly, the wizard rolled over, pulling Hermione on top of him, holding her head securely and continuing his kiss, Hermione beginning to work her body over his, pressing her pelvis against him hungrily. Her mouth slipped from his lips to his throat, the wizard sighing with pleasure as the witch kissed, licked and suckled his throat, his large hands smoothing over her back and ass, slipping between them to fondle her breasts, causing Hermione to moan and move lower, kissing his chest now.
Severus raised himself up on his elbows so he could watch the witch’s descent as well as feel it, his dark eyes full of desire as she moved over his abdomen. He closed his eyes momentarily as she dipped her tongue into his navel and moved lower. Suddenly he fell back and caught Hermione under her arms and drew her back up, the witch protesting, her eyes hot with passion.
“No,” he said hoarsely, “We have to come in the traditional manner, Hermione…though the gods know I would love to feel your mouth wrapped around my cock, witch.
Hermione stared down at him, still undulating. Severus drew her in for another kiss, rolling back on top of her, then giving her body the same attention with his mouth as she did his, suckling her breasts, licking and sliding his lips over her moist skin, moving downward and looking longingly at her apex, his mouth watering. But the magic required sex in the traditional manner. Only Hermione’s pussy could engulf him.
Hermione was writhing with need now. Dark Magic or no Dark Magic…she wanted the wizard inside her. She was burning up and needed to feel his possession.
“Severus,” she said brokenly, “I need you now.”
The wizard took one more longing look at her chestnut bush then slid back up, looking down at her.
“Immersing myself in you and you surrounding me will testify to the world what shall be…shall be,” he said softly, invoking the Dark Magic.
Immediately a mist of blood rose from the pewter bowl, floated towards the bed as one long tendril and surrounded the couple, Severus entering Hermione slowly and gently, his dark eyes locked to hers, oblivious to the swirling crimson cloud around them as her heat surrounded him. He bit his lip. Gods, she felt like home.
Hermione let out a moan of pleasure as Severus’ huge cock parted her flesh, his hot, hard shaft sliding inside her like a sword into its sheathe.
“Yesssss,” the witch sighed, her eyes full of fire as she looked up at him.
“Feel me,” Severus groaned, beginning to move, fucking the witch tenderly, drawing back and sliding forward, shuddering as her inner flesh caressed him over and over. He fell to her mouth, riding her body, his back and ass flexing as he took the witch with all the passion he contained, Hermione sighing and moaning with pleasure, meeting him stroke for stroke.
Above them, two entities shimmered into view, red and translucent. They looked like two old men with lascivious leers, except they each had a set of short straight horns, scales on their lower halves, and short tails.
“He fucks her like he loves her,” one of the demons said, frowning.
“Yes. But still, that means nothing. It is what comes after that will tell,” the other demon said, its red eyes glittering. “But we might as well enjoy it. It’s been a few millennia since we’ve had a chance to “watch.”
Both demons reached between their legs and pulled out a dual set of scaly, studded cocks and began wanking off.
Below them, Severus had turned Hermione over to her hands and knees and was taking her from behind, hunched over her body kissing her neck and shoulders, caressing her breasts and sides as he continued fucking her, the witch crying out from pleasure.
”Yes,” he purred, speeding up and giving her more power, but still tender…still taking her the way he loved. “You are so good for me, witch. So good.”
The wizard felt Hermione begin to shudder and stopped moving.
“Severus!” Hermione hissed, pushing back on his cock, ache in her voice.
Severus pulled out of the witch, and Hermione let out a cry of disappointment. She was ready to orgasm and was right on the edge.
Severus sat down on the bed, and caught Hermione by her waist, turning her.
“Come here,” he said, his voice raw with desire.
He positioned Hermione on his lap facing her.
“I want to watch you come,” he breathed, lifting her and sliding the witch over his cock with a groan, then wrapping his arms around her and kissing her deeply. After a minute or two he stopped the kiss and looked at the witch. Hermione’s lips were swollen and she looked thoroughly intoxicated as she gazed at him with half-lidded eyes.
“We have to come together,” he said softly, “Wait for me.”
Severus’ comment dimly registered.
“I’ll try,” she breathed.
“You have to do more than try, witch,” Severus responded as he began to move her body back and forth over his slightly bent legs, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as her pussy slid over him at a delicious angle. It wouldn’t take him long at this rate.
“He’s kissing too much,” complained one of the demons, speeding up, his clawed hand sliding over both cocks simultaneously.
“Kissing is a part of loving,” the other demon said grimacing. “It’s still good. Look at them.”
Both Hermione and Severus had their heads flung back, eyes closed, faces contorted with pleasure as they shared their bodies, moving faster now, sweat flying from their jerking bodies, Hermione crying out as Severus plunged into her, lost in passion. The bubble inside was growing to an immense size and the witch trembled as she tried to hold back the eruption.
“Severus…Severus I…I can’t hold it in…you’re too …” she gasped at the wizard.
Severus quickly pushed Hermione to her back and climbed on top of her, lifting his hips high, ramming his cock deep inside her and becoming a human jackhammer, fucking the witch for all he was worth so he could climax with her.
“Hot damn! Now he’s on top of things!” one demon said, grimacing as he approached his pinnacle. The other demon couldn’t say a word…he was coming, red spray flying out of both cocks and dissipating in the air as he grunted. He was truly a horrible sight.
“Now Hermione! Now, sweetness…let go! Let go!” Severus gasped at her as he climaxed with a groan, slamming his cock deep inside the witch, who exploded around him with a shriek. Severus dropped down on Hermione and wrapped his arms around her, locking his mouth to hers as they soared, one pulsing body of bliss, tumbling together then falling back to earth, shuddering against each other, hearts pounding.
Severus released Hermione’s mouth and let his head fall next to hers, panting heavily, feeling the witch’s heart pounding against his chest. He tried to slow his own heartbeat. He had to be prepared for what was going to happen next.
“No matter what you are asked, don’t agree,” he breathed to the witch. “Say no. Remember, you must say no.”
Hermione felt her heart go cold.
“What do you mean?” she gasped.
Who was going to question her?
Suddenly, Severus was ripped from her embrace and floated about ten feet above her. Hermione tried to sit up but found she couldn’t move.
“Severus!” she screamed as the wizard rolled over in mid-air, his arms and legs outstretched. It was then she saw the demons.
“Let him go!” she shouted at them. They ignored her as they looked at the wizard evilly.
“So…you want to test your love, wizard. Mortals are such fools,” one of the demons chuckled. “If you do not love the witch…you are ours at your life’s end.”
“Just do what you’re going to do,” Severus said through clenched teeth. He felt as if he had ropes tied to his wrists and ankles and was being stretched to his limits.
“We intend to,” the other demon said. Suddenly both of them fired bolts of black light at Severus, who began to scream hoarsely as pain wracked his body. It was twice as horrible as the Cruciatus curse.
“Stop it! Stop it!” Hermione screamed as the wizard continued to scream as if he were being ripped apart.
“This is the kind of pain you will experience for all eternity, wizard. But we will stop it if you let us torment the witch…just for a single minute,” one demon said.
“No!” Severus screamed.
“Half a minute,” the other demon said as the wizard continued suffering.
“No!” Severus cried out again.
“He’s strong. Most men can’t get a word out when they are in this much pain,” the other demon observed. “Maybe we should turn it up.”
The other demon nodded and they both fired another blast at Severus, whose screams became even more tormented.
“That’s better. Now, nod your head if we can have her for ten seconds,” the demon crooned.
Severus again screamed no, the eyes of both demons widening in disbelief.
“All right. One second. Relief for giving her just one quick second of pain,” the demon said.
“Nooooo!” the wizard cried.
Hermione heard everything, but she couldn’t keep silent with Severus in so much pain.
“I’ll do it! I’ll do it! Let him go!” she cried. Both demons turned to look at the witch and drifted down towards her, Severus still screaming with pain…but what Hermione said registered. No…she couldn’t do it. It would mean the loss of her soul as well.
“NOOOOOO!” the wizard screamed, his voice echoing with power as a golden light exploded from his body, the demons blown to shimmering red particles as the light hit them. All was silent. The pain was gone.
Severus continued to float in mid-air. Another form materialized. This one was white and winged like an angel. He was white-haired, handsome, wore a quiver of arrows and carried a bow. He looked quite stern.
“How foolish you mortals are,” Eros said, flicking a finger at Severus and lowering him back to the bed. “Using a method so evil to divine something so pure.”
He shook his head.
“I still say the gods were crazy to have created your race, particularly with magic. But you have proven you love the witch, mortal, and if you meet the final requirement within forty-eight of your earth hours, your soul will remain yours. If you don’t meet it, your soul is forfeit,” the god of love said warningly. “Now if you are finished disturbing my repose, I will go.”
Eros began to fade, but then gave them a beautiful smile.
“Long life and eternal love to you both,” he said, giving them his blessing before disappearing.
Hermione quickly rolled Severus to his back and examined him.
“Are you all right?” she asked, her eyes full of worry.
Severus looked up at her, his lips quirking.
“I am fine, witch,” he replied softly.
Hermione slapped him painfully in the chest. The wizard started.
“What the hell was that for?” Severus growled.
“For not telling me what was going to happen to you. I would have never agreed to this if I had known you would be tormented,” the witch seethed.
“That’s why I didn’t tell you,” the wizard said, quickly rolling over and pinning the witch under him. “But now we know for certain that I love you, witch. It was worth being tormented to know we belong together.”
Hermione’s angry eyes softened at this statement. She wanted to hear it again, more directly.
“You love me Severus?” she asked him.
The wizard scowled.
“I just said that,” he responded. Now that he knew for sure, he didn’t plan to go around telling Hermione he loved her all day long. The witch knew he did.
“I just want to hear you say it,” she said, smiling at him.
Severus sighed.
“I love you. Satisfied?” he asked her snarkily.
“Yes,” Hermione said, pulling Severs down into a sweet, soft kiss that mollified him immediately. She broke the kiss and stared up at him.
“Um, Severus…what is the final requirement?” she asked him curiously.
Suddenly the wizard looked quite shifty. Hermione frowned.
“What is it, Severus?” she demanded. “What do you have to do within the next forty-eight hours to save your soul?”
Severus blinked down at her, his dark eyes intense.
“Marry you,” he replied.
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A/N: Ooh wee. Perverted demons, torture…lemons. Now they have to get married. Lolol. Bet that’s quite a shock for our favorite witch. lol. :::shaking head::: Well the story is almost over now…but there’s still some loose ends to cover. Please review.