Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 31 ~ Severus Finds His Groove, Repeatedly.

Severus turned Hermione around on the bed, adjusting her so she was on her hands and knees.

“What is…”she began as she felt the Potions Master move behind her.

“This is known as the ‘bitch’ position, Hermione,” Severus breathed as he kneeled behind her, one hand resting on the small of her back, then sliding up to grip her small shoulder. “This position fits the occasion, since its name adequately describes what you’ve been acting like for the past several weeks.”

Hermione felt him playing in her hair, running his hand through it. Suddenly she felt him grip a handful of it, and pull it back roughly, yanking her head up.

“You put those fish in my room,” he hissed at her, positioning his cock at her entrance.

“Let go of my hair,” she gasped, but she was turned on by him holding her like this. She felt so powerless, so at his mercy. Still, she didn’t want him to know that she was weird like this, so she protested.

“and leave you riderless? I don’t think so, Hermione,” Severus said, sliding his cock inside the witch with a groan.

Hermione let out a moan of pleasure as he filled her again. She felt him draw back, and anticipated another pleasurable thrust.

Severus rammed his cock into the witch as hard as he could, hissing as he hit bottom. Hermione shrieked at the power and the ache as she buckled. She squirmed and Severus yanked her hair.

“Trying to go someplace Hermione?” he hissed as he drove his huge cock deep into her tightness again, his loins slapping against her ass loudly and the witch letting out another satisfying howl. Oh yes, that’s what he wanted to hear. Herm voice sent a jolt of electricity throughout his pale body.

He slammed into her again, grunting with pleasure and whispering something unintelligible as Hermione’s pussy clutched and writhed around him, her back arching upward.

“Does it hurt?” he breathed at the witch, who let out another broken cry.

Yes it hurt, but gods, he was so fucking good. So strong She had expected him to be like this, and the Potions Master didn’t disappoint as he took over her body selfishly.

“You’ll get used to it,” he groaned, beginning to slam into the witch over and over, his mouth dropping open as he plunged into her wetness strongly, trying to drive himself through her sweet body, pulling her hair back so she couldn’t crawl away from him, ramming into her pussy with abandon.

“This, you minx,” he grunted as he fucked her powerfully, “is for the fish you put in my rooms, for the stuck drawers, the dried quills, my chair, for flaunting your curvaceous little body at me and throwing me off my game…

He increased his speed, plowing into the screaming witch, releasing her hair and forcing her head down to the pillows so her ass was up in the air. He gripped her buttocks with one spread hand pulling her roughly into his stroke as he held her head down with the other, keeping her from rising or moving away from him as he drove into her, a grimace of delight on his face as he took her, watching his glistening cock bury itself in her, his balls swinging against her soft, jiggling ass as she wailed, trapped under him. Ooh, he had wanted this.

“And this is for not taking no for an answer, taking liberties with my given name, having a smart mouth in general, hexing my familiar, kicking me in the balls…

He gave her a particularly vicious series of strokes as he said this indignity, the witch howling hoarsely at the top of her lungs. The Potions Master gripped her right leg and lifted it, twisting the witch as he placed it against his right shoulder and arching into her pussy, working her leg as he rolled inside her, twisting his hips so her cries had renewed ardor

“and for disapparating with me to Voldemort…”

He stopped and flipped the witch over on her back, throwing her legs over his shoulders quickly, grasping her wrists and plunging his cock as deep as he could inside her, pinning her to the mattress, his black eyes locked to her face as Hermione screamed, her eyes wild, wet with pain, passion and surrender. Severus stopped fucking her and held himself deep inside her warmth, shuddering slightly. She whimpered a bit, unable to speak she was so far gone.

“and this is for almost dying on me you crazy witch,” he breathed. But his eyes softened just a bit before his lust took over and he lifted his hips high and began to drive into her again, grunting and groaning appreciatively as her pussy squished around him, her juices glistening against his loins. That’s how he knew she liked this…her pussy was lubing his cock liberally, his shaft shining as if generously oiled. She was so soft, so wet, so deep, so responsive and so fucking beautiful, crying out under him. How such a lovely witch locked her sights on him, he’d never know but he was grateful as he rammed his cock into her again and again, claiming every inch of her gift to him.

Hermione gave herself over to the Potions Master, orgasming several toe-curling times, surrendering to the power of his possession. She had no choice, he wouldn’t give her one. She had wanted him and this was him at his most primal, at his most free. Demanding, covetous, rough, hard, vengeful and full of lust. And Hermione was blown away, intoxicated and inflamed by his desire, his passion, his complete domination, willing to take the pain for his pleasure and for hers, discovering there was something inside her that wanted it, wanted him just this way as he pounded mercilessly inside her, getting as close to her as he could, entwining, merging, claiming her body as his own.

Severus rode the witch like a thoroughbred, his muscles straining and pale body dripping sweat down on her as he took all he could from the her, pleasure shooting through his shaft and fanning throughout his body as her creamy pussy caressed him. She had stopped screaming now, her mouth stuck in a permanent “o”, her breath expelled roughly, forced from her body as he plunged into her over and over. He knew she was going to be sore when he was finished with her, he’d been fucking her for quite a while, unable to help himself. His chest was burning now, his lungs feeling as if they were on fire as he exhausted his last bit of strength on the witch.

Hermione tightened around him again, and this time when her climax rolled over him it triggered a response, and his balls tightened so strongly he cried out hoarsely as he slammed into the witch, dropping on her heavily and ejaculating, bliss streaming through him as he released his seed into her warm body, reveling in the final claiming, the absolute completion of his possession. Hermione trembled beneath his weight, feeling the hotness of his come flooding her body, his silky voice whispering delicious obscenities to her about how good her pussy was, and finally his mouth locking to hers, his tongue searching for and finding hers, wrapping around it in an intimate, caressing embrace, panting into her mouth for a moment before he slipped away, burying his face in her hair, his heart pounding against hers. For this moment, he was hers…totally, and she felt a sense of fulfillment she had never known before as the wizard she loved lay against her. He released her wrists, and her hand automatically went to his hair, caressing it as she felt him softening inside her. She could still feel his sting, however and knew whenever she attempted to move, she would feel it even more. But she didn’t care, because it was Severus who caused it, Severus who gave her all she had craved and more.

They lay like that for several minutes before the wizard rolled off her, his flaccid cock sliding out of her and falling sated against his thigh as the wizard settled on his back, his silky hair falling on the pillow, his eyes closed in satisfaction. He didn’t embrace her however, but she was fine with that…his presence was companionable, intimate and satisfying. His pale chest rose and fell rhythmically, as did his rippled belly. Hermione, unable to help herself, reached out and ran her hand over the strong ridges. The Potions Master smirked, his eyes still closed as he felt her small, warm hand moving over his body.

“Still curious, witch?” he asked her rather gruffly, but Hermione could hear the pleasure in his voice. He was pleased with her.

“I’ll always be curious about you,” she replied softly.

Severus turned his head and looked at her, his black eyes glinting.

“It sounds like you plan on dissecting me like you do one of your cerebral puzzles,” he said in a low voice that reverberated through the witch deliciously.

Hermione gave him a naughty little grin.

“I assure you, Severus. There is nothing ‘cerebral’ about it,” she replied, running her hand up his chest emboldened now.

He scowled at her, but Hermione knew it wasn’t a true scowl.

“Do you think just because I’ve fucked you, you can take liberties with my body?” he asked her, his nostrils flaring a bit.

Hermione frowned at him.

“I certainly do. I deserve the right, especially after the beating you put me through. I didn’t think you’d be so vindictive,” she said.

Severus arched a disbelieving eyebrow at her.

“All right,” she conceded, knowing he knew better than that, “Maybe I did…but still I have a claim on your body too.”

“So, you’re claiming me then, witch?” he growled at her. He was going to fuck her again. She still had quite a bit of audacity left.

“Yes,” Hermione said evenly. This was not going to be a one-sided affair. She was going to have some rights to that delicious hard body too.

The Potions Master was about to reply when suddenly his eyes changed a bit. It looked as if he were listening to something. Hermione looked at him curiously.

“No, Raucous. She’s not,” he said glibly.

Hermione looked at him. Severus smirked at her wryly.

“Raucous wanted to know if you were dead yet,” he said. He’s disappointed I didn’t fuck you to death. He doesn’t approve of me sleeping with the enemy.”

“Fuck Raucous,” Hermione seethed.

The wizard chuckled.

“He said the same thing about you earlier. I assured him I would. Very thoroughly,” Severus said, a small grin playing across his face. “I think I succeeded in that, though I am far from finished with you.”

His black eyes swept down her body. There were parts of her he would like to explore more thoroughly. She had a sweet taste and he wanted more of it. He’d also like to bring her to climax with his tongue.

Hermione hesitated.

“Well, I was planning on returning to my rooms, Severus. I’m a little sore and achy. It’s been a lot to handle in one night,” she said softly.

Severus frowned at her, and rolled to face her, his eyes hard.

“You wanted to be with me this way, Hermione. Sore and achy is going to be your natural state for a while until you get used to me. I said I’m not finished with you, and I’m not,” he hissed, a dangerous, lustful look on his face. “You will not be leaving my rooms tonight.”

“But I hurt,” she said, protesting.

“I will give you something for the pain. You are not leaving. I am not finished with you,” he said, anger in his voice. He pressed against her, and Hermione could feel him hardening again.

“And if you continue to try and defy me, witch…I’ll skip the potions and just take you again,” he threatened. Hermione’s eyes flashed at him. He was lucky she didn’t have her wand with her.

Severus saw the mutinous look in her eyes, and inwardly he was pleased. She wasn’t going to let him walk all over her, despite the fact he was her lover now. He intended to keep this going. Why not? She was lovely, responsive and wanted him as he was. And a good fuck. She’d only improve as he started teaching her what he liked.

He throbbed a bit as he thought of what liberties he would take with the witch. Now when she smarted off at him, he could drag her someplace and fuck her. He liked that idea.

“Why are you looking like that?” Hermione asked him suspiciously.

A dark light had filled his eyes for a moment there. She could tell he was thinking decidedly evil thoughts, most likely about her.

“Do you want to continue…this?” Severus asked her, gesturing between their bodies.

Despite Severus’ Neanderthal reaction to her wanting to leave, Hermione knew she wanted nothing more than to be the dark wizard’s lover. There was no one else that moved her as he did. And she loved him, even if he didn’t love her. Maybe that would change over time. It was clear, however that he was drawn to her, and she believed he wanted her.

“Do you want to continue this?” she asked him back.

“Answering a question with a question is exceedingly bad form, Hermione,” he replied, “however I would like to keep fucking you, yes.”

Well, it wasn’t a declaration of deep, abiding emotion, but it was honest. Hermione appreciated honesty.

“Well, with that wonderfully subtle declaration of how you feel, how can I resist?” she said sarcastically.

Severus smirked at her. He approved of well-placed sarcasm.

“Yes, I want to continue with you, Severus. You know how I feel about you,” she said softly.

Severus realized he had just made a kind of commitment to a woman. He hadn’t done that in many years. His stomach tightened a little.

“Hermione…I have to let you know this again…I have a difficult time trusting women. If you were to betray me with another wizard, my wrath would be great. If we continue, you have to assure me that you will not fuck anyone else but me,” he said, his black eyes luminous. If she were to betray him in such a fashion, his rage would be terrible against her.

Hermione looked at the wizard. There was unresolved pain in his eyes.

“I solemnly vow I will have no wizard other than Severus Snape, the man I love,” she said.

Severus’ eyes widened in shock.

“No, Hermione!” he cried as he felt the powerful magic of her Oath swirl around them, binding her to her word forever.

Dear Merlin, she had taken a Wizarding Oath. Now she could never have another man until he died.

“What did you do that for?” he hissed at her, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her roughly.

Hermione shrugged out of his grasp.

“It was the only way I could assure you, Severus. You have too many issues to have taken me at my word,” she said softly. “I didn’t want you constantly worrying about me being unfaithful. That kind of thing could drive you insane.”

He looked at her.

“But what if this doesn’t work out, Hermione? What if you want to leave me, or I want to leave you? You will still be bound never to let another wizard touch you,” he said to her, his voice thick.

“If that happens, then I will deal with it Severus. It won’t be your concern,” she said softly.

Damn the witch with her Gryffindor nature. How could she do this?

Hermione could tell his thoughts.

“I did it because I love you, Severus. That’s going to sink in one day, I hope,” she said, her amber eyes filled with that tender emotion as she looked at him.

Severus swallowed. His eyes swept over her again. Then he rolled out of the bed.

“Where are you going?” Hermione asked him, frowning slightly at his abrupt departure from the bed. He better not be trying to walk out on her already.

His black eyes glinted down at her.

“To get you some potion,” he said, his eyes dropping to his swollen cock meaningfully, before he turned, picked his wand up off the small night table, walked to the door naked and unwarded it.

He exited the room, closing the door behind him.

Hermione scowled as she heard him warding the door securely from the other side, sealing her in.

He wasn’t taking any chances that she’d slip away from him while he was in his potions store.

He owed her for the Oath.

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A/N: Mmm mmm. Such lemoniness. Hermione’s little masochistic side will be well fed by Severus. Can’t believe she took a wizard’s oath to be faithful to him. He couldn’t either. Well, that’s one less worry for the Potions Master, though the implications are deep. She’s bound herself to him. Deep stuff. Anyway, please review.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
by Ruth Solomon

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