Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 99 ~ The Return Home

Severus and Hermione apparated outside of Severus’s lab. The Potions Master took down the ward around the building, unlocked the door and strode inside quickly, followed by Hermione. He walked up to the counter, took the bottles out of his pocket and placed them there.

Hermione walked up to him.

“Severus?” she said softly.

He turned to her, a scowl on his face.

“Yes?” he asked her, his black eyes glittering.

“You were wonderful tonight. You cured him. I am so proud of you,” she said, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Severus looked down at her.

“Exactly how proud of me are you, Hermione?” he asked her, beginning to play in her hair.

“Very proud, Severus,” she replied.

The Potions Master considered Hermione a moment, then suddenly grabbed her, lifted her and placed her on the counter. He cast a ward on the lab entrance and a silencing spell, then began to unbutton his robes, his eyes locked to hers.

“I think I deserve a reward, wife,” he breathed.

“You do,” Hermione agreed, her eyes going hot as she watched him remove his robes. She stared at the chain mail as he started to remove it.

“Leave that on,” she said, her own eyes glittering now.

Hermione took out her wand and divestoed his shirt that was underneath the mail, leaving his pale, muscular torso bare beneath it. Severus hissed as the cold metal came in contact with his skin.

“You’re becoming more and more kinky, witch,” he said as he began to work on his trousers. “I noticed you had some compliments for Remus Lupin’s cock.”

Hermione frowned at him.

“I wouldn’t call what I said about Remus a compliment, Severus,” she said evenly, “I was just shocked.”

“But all witches like huge cocks, don’t they?” Severus breathed.

Hermione didn’t know what to say to this. If she said yes, then Severus would assume she liked Remus’ cock. If she said no, he’d think she was lying. So she didn’t say anything.

“Remus’ cock was enhanced by his malady. I’m sure you got a good look at it when he was cured…you blushed hard enough,” Severus said, lowering his trousers and slipping them over his feet one after the other. His silk boxers were hugely tented.

Hermione still didn’t say anything, but she saw where this was going. Severus was jealous of her reaction to seeing Remus’ tool. But it was shock that made her comment, nothing more.

Severus went through his discarded robes pocket and pulled out his wand. He pointed it at her.

“Divesto!” he snarled. Hermione was left naked, sitting on the counter.

“Remus is nothing compared to me, Hermione. I think I need to make that clear to you,” he growled, his eyes sweeping over her body and coming to rest on her thighs.

“Severus, I can’t believe you are jealous about this!” Hermione said, “You’re the only wizard I want.”

Severus lowered his boxers. His cock was at full-blown erection. It was so swollen it looked almost as big as Remus’ when he was under the influence of the moon. He looked down at it, then at Hermione, whose eyes were wide as saucers as she looked at her husband’s huge organ. He was immense. Jealousy and a desire to prove himself had added to his lust and arousal and he was truly a wizard to behold. With the addition of the chain mail he looked like something out of a bondage scene.

“Do you find this “scary” enough, witch?” he asked her, his mouth twisted into a leer.

“Why are you so…so big?” she gasped.

“The better to fuck you senseless, witch. The only cock I want you admiring is mine,” he said, gripping her by the arms and glaring at her. “I’m going to make sure you remember that.”

Hermione looked at her husband, her belly tightening with desire despite his threats. Whenever Severus started addressing her as “witch” repeatedly, he had moved out of loving husband mode, into dominating Potions Master mode, which meant she was in for an old-time pounding like he used to give her when they first became lovers.

“I can smell you,” he breathed, and he knelt, pushing her legs apart and drawing her to the edge of the counter.

Severus pressed his face into her sex, and Hermione gurgled, gripping his head with both hands. He breathed deeply, inhaling her warmth and musky scent, then wiggled his head back and forth, his large nose rubbing her clit.

“Oh fuck! Severus!” Hermione gasped as a gush of lubrication rolled out of her. Severus pulled back and looked up at her, a small grin on his face.

“My cock isn’t the only big tool I have, witch,” he said, “Remus can’t compete with this.”

Then he returned his glistening nose to her pussy and wriggled it against her more, holding her securely by her hips as she squealed, leaning back on her hands as a knot of desire bubbled and began to expand inside her. Shit. He was going to make her come with his nose.

Severus moved his nose in circles, alternating between tight small and large expansive motions massaging and working Hermione’s soft, pink core, mashing and moving her clit, making the witch gasp and moan in pleasure, her breasts heaving as her belly grew tighter and tighter. The Potions Master could feel her heating up beneath his hands, a sign she was approaching climax.

The wizard’s cock throbbed powerfully…it was so engorged it felt tight and restricted, the silken flesh stretched as far as it could go over his shaft of iron. The mushroomed head was a deep purple, it was so full of blood, and aching for a long, deep sheath of hot, wet softness to be buried in. His wife was in for it. He felt as if he could fuck her for hours.

Suddenly Hermione’s thighs locked on either side of the Potions Master’s head as she cried out, shuddering powerfully. Severus quickly thrust his tongue inside her heat as she locked down, her orgasm washing hotly over his tongue and pouring out over his chin as he sucked at her, drinking her musky release down, pushing at her legs to lessen their pressure as she keened.

She was delicious. He drank her in, then bathed her pussy lavishly with his tongue, collecting all her essence, worshipping at her fountain as she gushed, twisting and moaning beneath her husband’s supple tongue. Gods, he was amazing.

Severus didn’t wait for her to come down, but stood up, his lips and nose glistening. He positioned his cock against her clapping sex and drove home, his huge organ parting her roughly, filling her orifice with his hard, throbbing flesh. She keened again as he hit bottom savagely, jerking her petite body and groaning with pleasure as she pulsed around him.

Severus held himself still, looking down at her prone body propped up on his lab counter, thinking she was the sexiest witch in existence as Hermione’s face contorted from the ache of him. She wasn’t thinking of Remus now, that was for sure. Not when she was stuffed full of his hard, throbbing cock. His chain mail clinked lightly as he shifted slightly, preparing for the onslaught.

“Do you think there’s anyone in this world who can fuck you as good as I can, witch?” he asked her, his body trembling as he withheld himself from pounding into his wife.

Hermione’s amber eyes opened, half-lidded and looked at him. She was still under the effects of her orgasm, and lost to the feeling of his cock filling her, so hot and so hard.

“No Severus,” she whispered, pushing her pelvis forward, shifting slightly around him. He groaned.

“Do you want anyone other than me?” he asked her passionately, his chest tight as he waited for her answer.

Hermione was bound to him by marriage, by his sons and by the Wizarding Oath…but sometimes…sometimes Severus feared she might think of what it would be like to be with other wizards, though she never did. He was the only man she had ever known intimately. She might be curious about other men, other wizards who would be more than happy to appease her curiosity if given half the chance. She was a lovely witch after all.

Even the thought of Hermione thinking of another wizard in such a manner drove Severus wild, which was why he had such a violent reaction to her comments about Remus’ cock. He knew deep down inside, it was just a comment made in reaction to the shock of seeing the wizard’s werewolf attributes, but still it brought out his territorial instincts.

“Never,” Hermione replied, “Never, ever, Severus. Only you for all my life,” she said softly.

Her reply, combined with her softness wrapped around him caused the ache in his chest to ease, and his demeanor to soften somewhat.

“Good. Because I love you, witch. It would destroy me if you wanted any other,” he said, his voice trembling with emotion. Hermione looked up at her husband, touched by his admission.

“You don’t ever have to worry about that, Severus,” she whispered, “It has always been you. It always will.”

Severus couldn’t hold back no longer and pulled back, driving himself into his wife as deep as he could, burying himself in her body with a vengeance, hissing as her inner walls slid around him, welcoming him, bathing him in wetness, softness and surrender as she shrieked from his ardor. He began to fuck her hard, claiming every inch of her warm, willing body, his eyes locked to her face as she jerked beneath his strokes, the chain mail clinking and rattling rhythmically as he took her on the counter of his Potions lab, christening it in the process, bringing it into the realm of their love.

Hermione bucked and writhed under him, loving the plunge and jerk of his cock pummeling her body, his black eyes hot and locked to her face, the intense expression of concentration as he rolled his hips, ramming into her at different angles. He was beautiful, strong and lusty, his pale body flexing between her thighs, veins standing out in his neck as he focused on taking her, giving her pleasure as he took his own. Gods, it was so good to be the object of his focus, of his desire, of his need. He was such a brilliant man, and he loved her.

Severus bent over her body and locked his lips to hers, continuing to drive into her almost desperately as he tasted her heat, their tongues wrestling, their mouths moving hungrily against each others’. He felt so much pleasure, so much softness, so much acceptance as he took his beautiful wife, his jealousy giving way to gratefulness, gratefulness that she chose to love him.

Severus pulled back from her mouth long enough to gasp, “You sweet witch,” then fell back to her lips, his body hunching into hers uncontrollably, pulling her back down into his stroke as she was driven across the counter. Gods, she felt so good. Nothing should feel this damn good.

The Potions Master rode Hermione hungrily for a good, long time. He couldn’t get enough of her as she shrieked and gasped from his ardor. Sweat was streaming down the Potions Master’s body now, and Hermione’s skin had the imprint of chain mail on it, Severus was clutching her so closely as he fucked her, moving into the zone now, his body pistoning with a mind of its own. Hermione took it, every aching, thirsting stroke, her nails catching on the links as she held on to her lover for dear life while he possessed every inch of her. She was rising again, heading for that sweetest pinnacle, her body giving in to his power and surrendering.

Severus felt her tightening around him and growled, thrusting for all he was worth, his own body giving in to pleasure, his plunging cock tingling as he approached release, electricity shooting up and down his spine before it gathered at his apex, his balls drawing up so tightly he gasped from the pressure. Hermione erupted and he followed her, climaxing at almost the same time, thrown into that perfect place of bliss as their bodies gave way, both screaming their pleasure and their completion, shuddering against each other as pulse after pulse after pulse of satisfaction washed over their entwined forms. They were one, and whole and perfect.

Severus’ body jerked as he shot into Hermione…thrusting weakly in protest to the approaching end of their lovemaking, to the oncoming separation. He would love to stay in this place of union with her forever, wrapped inside her for eternity. But life required more than bliss, and soon the pulsing died out and he found himself alone, still embedded in her soft body…but not truly alone. Not as long as he had her love.

Severus kissed Hermione gently, then lifted himself from her body, sated, vindicated and unwilling to pull out of her. His eyes went hard with concern as he saw the chain link pattern pressed into her skin. Hermione lay panting, seeming oblivious to the way he had marked her, satisfaction emblazoned on her face as she opened her eyes and looked up at him.

“I love you Severus Snape,” she said hoarsely, her voice raw from shrieking.

He swallowed at the sweet simple honesty of her declaration. He almost felt as if he couldn’t speak, but he did.

“No more than I love you, wife,” he replied, leaning over her and kissing her once again. He was soft inside her now, and with an effort, forced himself to withdraw. She let out a little gasp as she felt their physical connection break, but she could still feel the love that bound them. That would never break.

“You have marks,” Severus said as she pushed up on the counter.

Hermione looked down at the criss-crossed pattern.

“It’s not the first time you’ve marked me, it won’t be the last,” she replied, her eyes full of love.

He pulled her up.

“Still you need some potion for that,” he said as he traced the pattern with one long, pale finger. “It will hurt soon.”

“I don’t mind your hurt, Severus,” she replied.

He looked at her consideringly.

“Hermione Snape,” he said evenly, “If you aren’t careful, you are going to get fucked again.”

Hermione arched an eyebrow at him.

“And that’s bad, how?” she asked him, grinning sexily.

Severus shook his head at her wantonness.

“And you call me insatiable,” he said, kissing her again.

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A/N: Slow writing day. But there are the final lemons. I am about to wrap this story up, thank the gods of HP fanfic. Please review.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
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