Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 87 ~ One Ending, Another Beginning

Severus continued to kiss Hermione deeply as her orgasm slowed and she ceased gyrating beneath him. His cock was still embedded deep in her warm body. The wizard pulled away from her mouth and looked into her eyes. They were soft and loving. He loved when she looked at him like that, as if he were the only wizard in the world.

“Do you want more, Hermione?” he asked her, already knowing what her answer would be.

Hermione stretched her body under him, causing his cock to bend slightly inside her. He hissed as the angle changed for a moment.

“Mmmm, yes Severus. Give me more,” she purred at him, still shuddering slightly.

The Potions Master looked at Hermione consideringly, then pulled out of her, releasing the witch’s legs and rolling to the edge of the bed, pulling her up. He swung his legs over the edge and sat up.

“Sit on my lap, witch,” he growled at Hermione, his cock raised and glistening against his belly.

Hermione’s legs were a little rubbery as she stood up, then straddled his legs, sitting on his lap. The Potions Master lifted her legs, scissoring them around his body so they extended on the bed behind him. He pushed the witch’s hips back slightly and adjusted her so he could position his cock for penetration. He looked at her a moment, then gripped her waist and pulled her forward, his cock entering her at an angle. Hermione gasped as he plowed into her again and began to pull and push her body over him.

“Yes,” he breathed, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, crying out as he hit bottom.

“You like this, Hermione? Is it good to you?” he asked her as he leaned her back a bit and lowered his head to her full breast, suckling her gently.

Hermione gasped as his hot, wet mouth closed over her tender nipple. She was still lactating, and Severus’ mouth slowly filled with her warm, sweet milk. He swallowed, then moved to her other breast to drink his fill, not missing a single stroke into her tight, pulsing snatch.

He drew away from her breast, licking his lips and pulling her over him faster now, his black eyes locked to his wife’s jerking body. She was so petite, so easy to move the way he wanted…she leaned even farther back arching over his arms, her hair dragging on the floor. She was laying in his lap now and he was able to slam her body into him with more power. Hermione buckled up then fell back, her head hitting the floor.

“Shit!” Severus breathed, stopping and pulling the witch up. She looked dazed, but it was more from the fucking she was getting than her head hitting the floor. Severus felt her head, but there was no bump. Then he grabbed a pillow and dropped it to the floor and let her back down so her head rested against it. This position was too good to change.

The Potions Master leaned forward a bit, then began to fuck her again, ramming his cock into her prone body over and over, grunting as she jerked before him, her breasts bouncing deliciously as she cried out, sliding away from him. Severus was so caught up in fucking his wife he didn’t think but fell to his knees on the floor, holding her hips up and continuing to drive into her, shuffling forward when she slid, her head and shoulders resting on the pillow, the pillow moving under every thrust.

The stone floor was hard beneath Severus’ knees but he didn’t notice. All he knew was the tight, delicious pussy that gripped him over and over as he plunged inside it, and the wailing witch before him. He must have driven Hermione ten feet away from the bed before he fell forward on his hands and began pounding into her. Hermione shrieked, getting the full power of her husband’s stroke. There was nothing to cushion it as he tore into her against the hard floor, his body locked into fuck mode, her juices splashing his loins as he drilled her as if seeking oil. Her voice was going hoarse, and Severus was hissing and babbling words she could barely understand as he thrust into her, his head tilted back towards the ceiling and his black eyes closed in pleasure.

They were mostly obscenities, but the words “sweet,” “delicious,” “love,” and “best pussy” were in the mix as well. Hermione had never seen Severus lose it like this, and the thought that her sex was so good to him it made him babble cause a powerful reaction in her, and once again she orgasmed with a scream, bursting over the Potions Master’s cock in a clenching gush and triggering his own release, a guttural cry torn from his throat as he exploded powerfully, every muscle taut, and veins showing in his neck and arms as he shot wad after wad of come into the shuddering witch beneath him.

Hermione felt as if someone had turned on a high pressure hose inside her, his ejaculation was so strong, blasting against her cervix and flowing back, mingling with her release, both of them drifting away into bliss, Severus falling on her heavily and wrapping his arms around her, riding out their passion pressed against her body until he felt himself settle again, his heart pounding against her chest and feeling her answering echo.

“Gods,” he sighed, looking down at her, her half dried hair fanned out wildly over the pillow as she panted up at him, her eyes heavy. Hermione whispered something.

“What Hermione?” Severus asked lowering his head so he could hear her.

“I said you fucked me on the floor, Severus,” she gasped. “My back is going to be killing me in a little while.”

“You should have said something,” he smirked down at her, knowing that would have been impossible the way he was laying wand to the witch.

“You wouldn’t have heard me anyway with all the noise you were making,” she retorted, though she had a small grin on her face.

Severus pretended to scowl at her.

You think you’re the only one entitled to make noise?” he asked her, rolling off her body, getting to his knees and rising, looking down on her imperiously. “You were good, Hermione. I can sing a few praises if so inclined,” he said bending and catching her hand to pull her to her feet. Then he swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bed, leaving the pillow behind. He threw her into it unceremoniously then climbed in after her.

“And I was so inclined,” he said, kissing her roughly, then falling on his back, reaching his arm under her and pulling her into him possessively. “I’ll give you some pain potion for your back a bit later,” he yawned. “Right now I need to recharge.”

Hermione lay tucked against her husband’s warm, lean body, deliciously sore and thoroughly satisfied. She didn’t reply to his “recharge” statement…but he wasn’t coming near her again without some purple potion being involved. He had done a good job on her. A very good job.

She stretched against him and relaxed.

Gods, what a wizard.

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Remus pressed his mouth against Isadora’s heat, kissing it gently, causing the witch to hiss in pleasure. He kissed her pussy again, then again before running his long tongue the length of her, making the witch squeal, her hips bucking. The werewolf locked his arms around her thighs and began to lick and taste her, whining, sighing and snuffling as he did so. He was making a lot of noise, but doing a lot of damage as Isadora fought to break away from his mouth…it was too good. Remus caught her clit between his lips, rolling it between them before sucking it gently, making Isadora shriek, a fresh gush of fluid pouring out of her, to the werewolf’s delight.

Remus drank it down like a fine wine, then slowly thrust his tongue inside her, knowing this was the first penetration of the witch’s body in seventeen years. He wriggled it in her heat…even around his tongue she seemed tight as a virgin. Again, doubt rose in his mind as she writhed in pleasure, tugging his hair as he fucked her with his tongue. She was so tight, fucking her might be too painful…

Suddenly Isadora cried out and bore down, her pussy clenching around his tongue as she orgasmed

“Oh my gods! My dear gods! Remus!” the witch cried out as pleasure rolled in waves across her body, her back arching uncontrollably against the beautiful sweetness spreading throughout her limbs. Hermione’s toes weren’t the only ones that curled tonight. Isadora was every bit as sweet as Remus thought she’d be as he sucked at her orifice, drawing out every hot drop of her release, then inserting his tongue to collect any bit he had missed, his cock almost bursting out of his trousers as he did so.

Isadora was tugging on his hair painfully as he finished her off, his mouth moving against her until she calmed…somewhat. Then he licked her thighs and sucked the lips of her labia, cleaning her of juices thoroughly before he kissed his way back up her body, ending at her half opened lips, thrusting his tongue softly into her mouth, sharing her own taste with her. He stopped kissing her, looking down into her eyes, his own eyes grateful.

“You are beautiful and passionate, Isadora,” he breathed, kissing her again.

“Take off your trousers, Remus,” Isadora responded hotly. Sweet words could come later.

He looked at her soberly.

“You’re so tight, Isadora…almost as tight as a virgin,” he said hesitatingly.

“Remus Lupin. There is no way you are going to leave this room without fucking me,” Isadora hissed at him, scowling prettily, her arousal making her voice low and dangerous. “Stop trying to warn me off you. It’s too late. Now either you take your trousers off, or I will. I’m so hot for you, wizard that I swear I will cast an Unforgivable on you to make you perform if I have to. No more excuses. No more fears. Just take me, Remus. You want it. I want it.”

Remus had never been with such a demanding witch before, nor had he ever been threatened with an Unforgivable if he didn’t fuck someone. He did have a rather submissive nature and Isadora’s demanding behavior aroused him greatly. He wanted to please the witch as much as possible, and she made it clear that him fucking her would please her. He leaned to the side and began to unfasten his trousers quickly, looking at the witch’s face as he did so. What was a werewolf to do? He rose to his knees and pulled down his trousers, his long, thick cock springing out…he didn’t wear boxers.

For the sake of comparison, Remus wasn’t as quite as long as Severus, but he was thicker and more veined. His shaft sprouted from a bush of brown curling hair, that ran up in a line to his navel, and his large, fluted head leaked pre-cum liberally as he looked down on the witch, swelling even larger as his eyes swept over her body and rested on her black bush. Remus lifted one leg after the other, removing his trousers, his huge cock bouncing as he did so.

Isadora’s mouth dropped open as she looked at the werewolf’s organ. He was bigger than Darius.

Still on his knees, Remus looked at the expression on her face, then down at his swollen organ. He began to stroke it slowly, spreading the ebbing lubrication over the head and shaft gently. Isadora watched him, mesmerized. She had never witnessed a man touch himself before. She licked her lips as fire spread throughout her belly. She reached out her hand.

“I want to touch it,” she breathed.

Remus stopped his ministrations and looked at her for a moment, his eyes seeming to flash as another whine slipped from his throat. He shuffled towards her on his knees, leaning over her and resting his hands on either side of her shoulders. His eyes were swiftly loosing their gentleness as he looked down on the witch. Isadora’s dark eyes were turned downward as she reached out and wrapped her long slender hand around Remus’ cock.

The wizard let out an absolutely hair-raising growl as he felt her fingers curl around him. Isadora’s eyes shifted quickly to his face in alarm, but he didn’t look dangerous. His eyes were still gentle, if heated. She tightened her hand around him, and he growled again, his eyes closing as she felt the heat, hardness and weight of his cock against her palm. It was heavy, thick and long. To think, this quiet, gentle wizard would soon be driving this into her, powered by the force of his body. Her eyes raked over him, he was lean and muscular, no doubt strong. A sound escaped her own throat as she gently caressed his length. Remus’ eyes snapped open and again that pleading look filled them as he looked down at her.

“Isadora…Isadora…may I…can I…?” he gasped, his cock jerking and her hand as his body clearly said what his mouth couldn’t.

Isadora’s eyes blazed up into his. Her Slytherin nature came to the fore. He had to say it.

“Can you what, Remus? Tell me what you want,” she said softly, her hand still moving over him gently, driving him mad with the need to thrust into her.

“I want…gods Isadora I want to fuck you. Let me fuck you now,” he breathed.

Isadora released him and spread her legs wider. Remus didn’t move as looked down at her.

“Not that way,” he said softly, “First I have to do you like my animal nature dictates.”

Isadora looked at him, a confused look on her face.

“Roll over, Isadora,” the wizard breathed.

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A/N: Isadora is a bit like a female Severus in a way. Wow…Severus and Hermione taking it to the stone…Remus needing to slake the animal in him first…well, he is a werewolf after all…it just figures he’d have a penchant to do it doggie style. Lol. Man, Isadora’s going to get it. Please review.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
by Ruth Solomon

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