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Chapter 17 ~ The Final Consummation
Snape let Hermione sleep for about two hours. While she slept, he watched her, his cock swelling with the memory of their recent bout of sex. He was tempted several times to wake her by entering her, but decided it was too soon to be that demanding or familiar with the witch. If she agreed to continue this relationship, there would be plenty of opportunities to rouse her with a good stiff dick. Snape found he liked the idea of having Miss Granger for a lover. She was curious, passionate and not near as talkative in bed as she was in class. And if she did start to talk too much he could easily give her mouth other things to do.
She had given him one hell of a blowjob, and by the way she reacted to seeing her own lips wrapped around Snape’s cock in the mirror, she had enjoyed doing it. He had no idea that what turned Hermione on the most during this whole affair was his reaction to her. She was getting off on his vocal and physical expressiveness. His obvious hunger and desire for her. The intense pleasure he took in her body.
As long as Hermione had known the Professor he was always controlled and disciplined, cold and seeming to have no human feelings to speak of. She had always felt she could never please the wizard as his student in his classroom, and it was heady to know that she pleased him very much as a woman in his bed. Snape was a different man when it came to sex, and she knew this was a side of him few knew about She felt very special to know this part of the dark wizard
Snape figured it was time to wake the sleeping witch, but first went into the study and summoned a house elf to bring some food down the kitchens. If the elf was shocked to see the Potions Master in his all-together, it didn’t react. It winked out, returned several minutes later, handed him the platter of food with a low bow and winked out again. No doubt his nakedness was the talk of the kitchens.
Snape looked at the platter. Tiny, sweet chicken wings, rolled cold cuts with cheese and bread cut into bite-sized pieces. Good, nothing to weigh her down. He walked back into the bedroom, set the food down on his night table then sat on the bed, looking down at the sleeping witch. He gently shook Hermione’s shoulder.
“Miss Granger, wake up,” he said softly, shaking the witch.
Hermione turned on to her back and stretched. Snape’s nostrils flared as she rolled luxuriously in his bed, her nude body stretching, as she groaned, her hair flung wildly around her head. It took an effort not to roll back in the bed and mount her. His cock was aching. Her amber eyes opened and looked up at him, softening but heating up instantly. She stretched her arms out toward him.
“More, Professor” she said, sleep still in her voice, making it low and throaty.
Gods, she was a hot one, wasn’t she? She was hardly awake and she wanted him pounding inside her again. A growl rose from the back of Snape’s throat as he looked down at the lusty, young witch.
“In a few minutes, Miss Granger,” he said with an effort, “Right now I want you to eat something.”
“Food?” Hermione asked, sitting up in the bed instantly. She was famished.
“Yes. Just some chicken, cold cuts and bread,” he replied as she slid to the end of the bed, stood up and walked over to the platter. His black eyes raked across her body, over her full breasts and tight round ass. He growled again as she grabbed a chicken wing and made short work of it. He watched her eat, how her lips moved over the food, how she sucked her fingers and licked her lips as she ate hungrily, without any shyness at being so starved or so greedy. Finally she sucked her fingertips one last time and sighed, sated.
She started to walk back to the bed when Snape stood up, his eyes glittering. Watching her bend over the platter of food had sparked his imagination. He walked up to her, and stopped, his body an inch from hers. His cock bounced against her belly and she gasped, looking down at it for a moment, and looking back up at him, a pool of heat growing in her lower belly.
“Well, Miss Granger, it’s time for the second of the two F’s,” Snape said silkily..
“The two F’s?” she repeated, her brow wrinkled, “What’s the two F’s?”
“I’ve Fed you,” he said, placing his hands on her shoulders gently. Then he spun her roughly and walked her toward the bedpost quickly.
“Now I Fuck you,” he growled, “bend over and grab the bedpost, Miss Granger.”
Hermione felt a gush wet her thighs as she obediently bent over and grasped the bedpost. Snape looked as her ass, then ran his hands over her shoulders, down her back and up again several times, enjoying the softness of her flesh, before he caressed her ass, cocking his head. Suddenly he lightly slapped her buttock and Hermione gasped as he watched the globe jiggle, his black eyes alight with lust.
“Such a soft ass,” he breathed as he stepped into her, rubbing his cock between her cheeks slowly. Hermione’s eyes widened.
“Professor,” she gasped, “You’re not going to…”
“No, Miss Granger, I’m not going to take you anally, tempting as it is. I don’t think you are ready for that yet. Maybe one day you will let me indulge myself in such a way…” he purred, grinding against her, his pale hands grasping her waist.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. She had heard sex in the ass hurt, and the Professor had a very big cock. She didn’t think she could take him that way. But it was clear he wanted to do it, just not tonight. She swallowed. She would handle that situation when it arose…but now she wanted him inside her, and she moaned at the feeling of his hardness rubbing back and forth between her cheeks.
“Professor,” she moaned, desire evident in her voice.
Snape stopped sliding against her, and pulled his hips back a bit so he could position his cock to enter her…her pussy was hot and dripping wet.
“Having my cock rubbing against you turned you on, didn’t it Miss Granger. You are soaked,” he breathed, rubbing his head back and forth in her wetness, making her cry out with need.
Suddenly he thrust deep inside her, filling her with his hot, pulsing shaft and hitting bottom, causing her back to arch up at the sweet ache. He groaned as he buried himself in her wet, welcoming pussy again, and began to stroke her slowly, loving the friction of his hard flesh rubbing against her velveteen walls.
“Yessssss,” he hissed, clutching her waist and pulling her into him as he thrust inside her. “How does this feel, Miss Granger?” he growled at the moaning witch.
“Sooo goood,” she sighed in pleasure.
“Look at us,” he hissed, “in the mirror.”
Her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, Hermione turned her head and saw herself, bent over, clutching the post with both hands, and the Professor behind her, his pale hands holding her waist firmly, his dark hair a curtain around his face as he looked down at her ass, thrusting into her. Hermione’s body jerked backand forth as he pulled her over him, her breasts swinging rhythmically with each penetration. She could see his cock poling in and out of her, the thick shaft appearing and disappearing behind the curve of her hips.
“Oh gods that’s so sexy!” she moaned, watching the pale body of the Professor moving against her. His head turned and his black eyes locked to hers in the mirror.
“Beautiful,” he said softly as he looked at her. Then he slammed his cock into her and held it as he watched her scream, her head dropping, panting at the sudden depth and ache.
“Can you take it?” he asked, pulling back and ramming into her again, making her cry out and buckle. “Tell me, Miss Granger, because this is how I’m about to give it to you if you don’t tell me otherwise.”
He felt much stronger and his cock was deeper than the first time. But even though it hurt, there was something good underneath it, something Hermione wanted.
“I can take it,” she whispered back at him, watching him through the mirror, “but wait…let me adjust myself.”
Snape ceased stroking into her as she moved closer to the bedpost, clutching it between her breasts, and actually wrapping both arms around it and leaning her face alongside it.
Snape watched her through the mirror. Her brow furrowed slightly in anticipation of his ardor. He throbbed at the expression on her face.
“Are you ready, Miss Granger?” he breathed, aching to fuck this beautiful witch hard.
“Yes,” she said in a low, low whisper.
He caressed her back gently for a moment until he saw her relax through the mirror, then he slammed into her, growling as she cried out, and started fucking her brutally, ramming his cock repeatedly into her wetness, yanking her toward him with each deep thrust, his pelvis slapping loudly against her jiggling buttocks, increasing his speed, his head thrown back, his mouth open and eyes closed in pleasure as he pummeled her sweet pussy as if it were some castle wall he was laying siege to with a battering ram. It felt so good to let himself go and tear into the young screaming witch’s body with abandon, bathed in her juices, her sweet wet walls hot and writhing around his cock, her soft ass cushioning his swinging balls, her body shuddering as he hit bottom and strained into her, never saying stop or no, just his title over and over. He was glad he decided to fuck her, she was beautiful and willing and soft and….
Snape lost himself in the pleasure of Hermione’s body, pistoning into her mercilessly, loving her cries of passion as she received him, pressing back against him, giving him all the access he desired to her delicious body, the caress of her pussy driving him mad with lust and hunger, the more she gave him the more he wanted, the more he had to have. He pressed down on her lower back, forcing her ass higher as he burrowed into her, grunting, growling, cursing and gasping as he took every inch of her, claiming her pussy thoroughly, roughly, completely as he rode her. He leaned his chest against her back and rammed himself inside her to the hilt and began to rotate his cock inside her, eliciting more screams of pleasure, digging deep for the gem hidden inside her, and reaching it as she let out a ragged cry and came, her pussy clamping down, and her release pouring over him as she shuddered around him, and he started fucking her again, hard as he could, wrapping his arm around her waist to keep her from collapsing, lifting her with his cock to the balls of her feet as he worked toward his own release, his balls drawing up as he buried himself in her clamping, erupting sleeve repeatedly, thrusting wildly until he came with his own ragged shout, ramming himself into Hermione to the hilt as pleasure tore through his body and rocketed out of him in a strong, pulsing gush, his release pooling inside the shuddering, gasping witch and washing back over him in a flood of heat. He held Hermione tight against him, one arm encircling her waist, one hand fisted in her hair, his lips pressed to her shoulder, as he spooned around her, his pelvis flush to her ass as he emptied inside her, unable to let her go, unable to move at all as he pulsated, glued to her body by bliss.
After several minutes, Snape was able to loosen his grasp on the witch, and felt her slowly sliding down the bedpost. He grabbed her again before she hit the floor and with an effort swung both their exhausted bodies around so they landed on the bed. Hermione was still trembling and he pulled her body closer to his, feeling protective, trying to calm her with his presence.
“You are fantastic,” he breathed in her ear, “I don’t want this to stop, Miss Granger. Having tasted you, I am going to constantly crave you.”
She moaned and slid closer to him, her tremors easing. The Professor lay there a while, listening to her breathing ease, then roused himself, scrambling up into the bed and pulling her up to the pillows. She was limp as a rag doll. He spooned around the witch, kissed her temple, closed his eyes and fell asleep to the sound of her breathing.
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Professor Snape’s consciousness slowly returned, and he reached out a long, arm, groping for the soft, warm body he had fallen asleep curled around. He found nothing. Opening his eyes he found his bed was empty. Miss Granger must have left while he slept. He was disappointed. Why would she leave without letting him know? Was she through with him, her curiosity and lust sated? He hoped not. He had meant what he told her, that he wanted them to continue. She had been too passionate, too sweet, too willing. He had fallen to her the moment she let him inside her body. Having had her, he refused to let her go…if she tried, he would take her by force if he had to. Kidnap her in the dead of night and bring her to his rooms and fuck her senseless. His nostrils flared at the thought of her trying to deny him after this. His black eyes turned toward the night table, where the remains of her meal rested. His eyes narrowed. There was a piece of folded parchment there. He scooted over in the bed and reached for it, catching it in the tips of his fingers. He opened it, and scanned its contents, then smiled.
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Dear Professor,
After much consideration, I have decided that my list must be altered in order to remain true to my description of one Severus Snape. After tonight, this is the man as I know you as now, and forever more.
Sexual
Energetic
Virile
Enjoyable
Roughriding
Unstoppable
Staggering
Sensual
Naughty
Animalistic
Pleasing
Erotic
As to continuing with you, Professor, the answer is a resounding yes.
THE END
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