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Chapter 15 ~ At Last
Somewhere in Snape’s brain, a small voice was shouting, “she’s only eighteen, she doesn’t know, be gentle!” Unfortunately, that voice was drowned out by the larger voice of his sex-starved body that said, “a willing woman! get her!” and it was the second voice he heeded as he roughly latched on to Hermione, all hungry mouth and thirsting hands. He pulled her to him and lifted her, crushing her soft body to his, every curve registering against his lean body as his lips crashed against hers like thunder. He plundered her mouth, suckling her tongue, exploring her heat, aware of the other, deeper, tighter heat that awaited him, aware of the sounds of desire the witch was making as he moved her up and down against his body. He turned with Hermione and walked forward, dropping to the bed, falling with her, landing on her and grinding down against her, a roaring in his brain as he slid against her, digging his toes into the stone floor and pushing rhythmically, his swollen cock rubbing against her crotch, as she moaned and gasped.
He stopped humping the witch and slid down a bit, attacking the buttons of her robes as if they were the enemy, opening them swiftly and parting the fabric, revealing her beautiful body, her full breasts, flat belly and the perfect bush of her sex. His black eyes were locked to her body, his jaw set with lust, as he parted her robes completely and groaned before his mouth and hands took over again, starting at Hermione’s throat and sliding down her body, his fingers and lips and tongue dancing across her skin, feeling and tasting her breasts and belly, spreading fire as the witch arched and whispered unintelligible words of pleasure, her hips thrusting up as the Potions Master bent over her as if kneeling in prayer, both pale hands palming and encircling her breasts, as his mouth drifted through the patch of soft hair covering her sex. He drew his hands down to her thighs, growling as he pressed his nose against her and inhaled, salivating as the scent of her filled his nostrils. He thrust her legs up and with one hand parted her labia, his black eyes drinking in the inviting pink softness of her inner flesh.
The hymen was there, partially broken and from some activity the witch had engaged in, but still stretched thinly over the entryway to her body. Her clit stood hard and peaked, glistening with her arousal, and the Professor flicked his tongue over the sensitized flesh and Hermione screamed and buckled, making him press his lips to her and suckle her hungrily, running his tongue up and down, tasting her honey as he carefully pressed a long finger past her hymen, not wanting to tear it any further, and slipping it into her warmth knuckle deep, groaning as her softness wrapped around his digit. He thrust into her gently, and she tried to bear down on him, rolling her hips instinctively. He watched her body move, excited by her rotations, he withdrew his finger, licked it clean, then carefully pressed the tip of his tongue inside her, collecting her juices, lapping gently, aware that the volume of her cries as well as her movements were increasing. He couldn’t take it any longer, she was too hot, too ready and his cock was thrumming with the need to get inside her and he launched himself back over her body, leaning to the side, his pale fingers flying down the front of his robes as the witch tried to kiss his face, or whatever she could reach.
His black eyes were locked to her face, which was contorted with need, her amber eyes blazing with the fire burning inside her. Hermione’s pussy was an aching, throbbing, hungry emptiness, and the press of Snape’s body so close but not close enough was driving her wild, and she moved against him wantonly, whispering to him to hurry and put his cock inside her, and she thought the wizard would actually breathe fire the way his black eyes smoldered down at her. Snape finally got his robes open and stood up, removing them, looking down on the writhing witch. He pulled her to her feet roughly and yanked the robes off her arms, letting them fall to the floor, and was about to push her back on the bed when it registered he hadn’t yet given her the contraceptive.
He cursed and turned to the end table, picked up the bottle and thrust it at her, so totally taken over by his need he could only grunt, “Drink!” at the witch. Hermione opened the bottle and drank it down, handing it to the wizard who flung it across the room uncaringly. It shattered as he pushed her back down on the bed, his eyes locked to her thighs and the prize between them. He licked his lips and lowered his silk boxers, his engorged cock springing out jauntily as if to say “Surprise!”. He was so aroused it curved, pointing towards the ceiling, the thick head leaking fluid. He looked at Hermione for her reaction. The witch looked at his large cock with wide amber eyes full of hunger, looking as if she wanted to devour it. She slid herself into the bed fully, resting her head on the pillows, spreading her legs in invitation and reaching out for him, both arms extended. Snape growled and flung himself into the bed, landing on her hard, crushing his mouth to hers demandingly, rubbing his cock into her wetness. She was so hot down there.
He lifted his hips slightly, reached down between their bodies and positioned himself against her, his black eyes liquid as he watched her reaction to his large head pressing between her thighs. Her mouth fell open as she felt him, and she pushed her hips up for more contact.
“Fuck me, Professor. Fuck me now, please,” she whimpered up at him, her eyes slitted like a cat’s with need.
Snape pushed against her lightly at first, teasing her, the head of his cock pressing against the small patch of skin that protected her virtue. Then his expression went hard as he looked at her, as if to say, “This is it, Miss Granger” Snape pulled back and thrust into the witch hard, his cock tearing through her hymen and burying itself inside her. Hermione screamed and arched up against him as the pain hit her. Snape wrapped his arms around her and held still.
“I’ve got you,” he breathed, “hold on to me.”
Sobbing, Hermione wrapped her arms around Snape’s waist as the Potions Master drove into her powerfully, his mouth going slack as his cock was caressed by her tight, hot walls, which encased him so securely, it was like her pussy was sucking him. He plunged deep into the crying witch, his movements becoming stronger and harder as he slid over her body, watching her face, licking at her tears, groaning his pleasure as he took her. Gods, she was so tight, so delicious. He needed to get deeper. He stopped, and Hermione cried out, pulling at him. It was just beginning to get good. Snape’s nostrils flared he pulled her legs over his shoulders and raised his body over hers. Looking down at the witch, he said. “Now you get all of me,” and slammed into her brutally, making her shriek with pleasure and pain. He hit her again, and she buckled off the bed, her eyes wide with surprise. Snape started fucking her slow, claiming every delicious inch of her, giving her long, hard strokes, burying his cock into her up to the hilt, his balls pressing against her ass, holding it, then pulling out almost completely before slamming into her again, and holding it, rolling his pelvis. Then he increasing the speed of his penetration, shifting his hips and thrusting into the witch at different angles, trying to leave no part of her pussy untouched as he stroked and plunged inside her, reveling in her surrender, her sweet voice crying out when he hit bottom and drove past it hungrily. He wanted her to feel his ache, his power, his need and his strength. He wanted her to know he could reach deep into her, and bring her the satisfaction she craved. So he fucked her harder and harder, tearing through the sheathe of her pussy in abandon, his pale hips blurring with the ardor of his penetration. She wanted to be fucked by him, he was going to make sure when he finished, she knew she had been fucked, and fucked well.
From the moment Snape thrust his cock inside her, and her body wrapped around him, Hermione was his completely. He felt better than she even dreamed, strong, forceful, demanding as he buried his hardness inside her, feeding her need to be possessed, beating into the ache that throbbed inside her, soothing her, yet taking her to some other aching, needing place. His thrusts were getting harder and deeper, and the room around her was fading, all she could see and feel was his pale, muscled body jerking over her, those black eyes blazing down into hers, silently saying “give me everything.” And she tried to talk to him, to tell him how good he felt inside her, but her words came out jumbled, senseless as he plowed into her, but his eyes, his eyes looked like he knew.
Snape dropped and rolled to the side, turning Hermione with him, her legs still on his shoulders, so they lay facing each other, and he let go, pulling her ass back and forth against him, pistoning into her body, grunting, hissing, moaning and groaning with abandon as her tight pussy slid over him wetly, the sounds of him plunging through her juices exciting him even more. Hermione bounced against him, her mouth open against the sensation as he thrust his cock in and out of her so quickly, and deeply it became one just a blur of pleasure inside her. Watching him fuck her was even more exciting, she had never seen the Professor look like this, his face contorting with delight and lust as he drove his glistening cock into her body over and over, and she felt a burst of joy that it was she who was making him feel like this, then suddenly something started growing in her, something so good she started calling out to him, telling him she was feeling something she never felt before, and his eyes grew even hotter and he fucked her even harder, staring at her as he slammed violently inside her, making her scream out even as the sweetness bubbling up threatened to consume her, and she strained against him, feeling herself tightening to a hard ball of intense pleasure, distantly hearing the Professor groaning loudly, before she exploded, her entire being turning liquid, flowing and rolling and pulsing over the wizard driving into her, his silky voice encouraging her softly even as his body beat into hers brutally, and then, there was nothing but shuddering bliss…Hermione could hear herself as if from a great distance, and the Professor’s voice cracking as he pulled back and rammed his cock into her, pulling her tight to his hard body, crushing her as he filled her with a great, pulsing heat, whispering obscenities as he jerked against her, also shuddering, the flooding of her body continuing for a long time before his throbbing inside her eased, then ceased, and he let out a long, satisfied groan, locking his lips to hers and tasting her deeply, as she spun back down to rest in his arms.
The Professor held Hermione’s quaking body against him, still embedded in her wonderful softness, feeling his cock deflating inside her warm, young body as he caught his breath. Fucking her had been every bit as good as he knew it would be, and satisfaction softened his features. The witch was strong, she could take him. Not once had she tried to get away, not that she could have…he wouldn’t have released his hold on her for the gods themselves. He had ridden her hard her first time out, and his black eyes flicked over her, but he couldn’t see her face for the tangle of hair that had fallen across it. He brushed the damp locks away, and her amber eyes looked into his softly, and she smiled at him. Yes, she was all right.
“Thank you, Professor,” she breathed, letting her eyes fall shut.
Thank you? Oh no, Miss Granger. No thanks yet.
“Miss Granger, it is proper to thank someone at the end of what ever activity you are engaged in. This is not yet the end,” Snape purred, his eyes still full of lust.
“Not the end?” she asked him, lifting her lashes slightly so she could look at him. She felt heavy and exhausted as well as sore.
“Hardly. This is only intermission,” Snape said, withdrawing from her wetly, moving back a bit and allowing her to lower her legs. His eyes swept over her body, which was shining with perspiration. He felt a tiny pulse in his loins.
“I have a feeling it will be a very short intermission,” he added, smirking at her.
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