Inside the Blackest Heart (Edit, Not Update)

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Chapter 10 ~ Warm-Ups ~ Snape Style

When the Potions Master latched his teeth lightly on her clit and pulled, Hermione screamed but was unable to wrest her body away because of the spell. So she did what she could do, and reactively pulled his long, silky hair, which was not a good idea. It resulted in him propelling himself up over her body and wrapping his hands around her throat, bending her head back and squeezing her neck until her eyes bulged. She grabbed at the dark wizard’s hands desperately, trying to break his maniacal grip and draw a breath, but he was too strong. Hermione’s vision started to dim when the Potions Master suddenly caught himself and released her, his black eyes wild and hard as stone as he looked down at her, breathing heavily as if regaining control was a supreme effort

“Do you want to die?” he asked her, a snarl on his face, as he gazed at the gasping, sobbing witch as if it were his first time truly seeing her. Hermione looked up at him with bloodshot eyes.

“No,” she rasped, her heart pounding. He had almost killed her for just pulling his hair. She hadn’t even meant to…but he hurt her.

“You’re well on your way to not surviving tonight, Miss Granger. You don’t fuck with a deatheater, you stupid chit. You do what I say and you’ll only come away with a few bruises and a sore pussy. You don’t and you may not come away at all. Again, do we understand each other, Miss Granger?” he asked her, his expression cold and heartless.

Hermione swallowed, and it hurt.

“Yes,” she rasped.

The Professor slid back down her body and this time raised both her legs up and began to lick her pussy. Fear had cooled the fire between Hermione’s legs, but as the Potions Master applied his talented tongue to her, the burn returned, and Hermione began to moan as his hot tongue bathed her sensitive flesh, He began nibbling on her clit again, then soothing it with her tongue making her upper body thrash. Then he stuck his tongue stiffly inside her and she cried out his title. She felt him chuckle against her as he began to thrust his tongue in and out of her, twisting it, running it around the rim of her entrance, and lapping up the juices that started pouring out of her. Hermione wanted to pull him closer to her now, but was afraid to touch him. Her hands dug into the sofa, clutching reflexively as the deatheater took his fill of her, listening to her moans grow louder and louder as he took her towards her first male inspired orgasm.

Hermione let out a piercing shriek as she exploded and a powerful wave of pleasure washed over her. The Professor quickly released the spell and her hips rose, straining against his face, as he felt her pussy clutch and pulse around his tongue, pushing out her creamy release. The dark wizard bit her inner thigh, tasted her salty blood, and she shrieked again at the pain. He then wrapped his arms around the witch’s surging thighs and drank her sweetness in, reveling in the fact that he was the first man to ever taste her honey.

Snape pressed his nose into Hermione’s folds, rubbing it over her clit then sucked at her hard, drawing out the last delicious remnants of her release as she whimpered. He rested his forehead against her inner thigh, his eyes closed and sighed with satisfaction. It had been a long time since he’d eaten out an untouched woman. It was a true delicacy. He looked up at Hermione, whose face was flushed, her eyes still closed as her chest rose and fell. She was still thrusting her hips a little, and looked totally ready to be fucked. But what was good for the goose…

The Professor reached down and finished unbuckling his belt. He opened his pants, reached into his silk boxers and pulled out his swollen cock. He stroked it as he looked up at the unsuspecting witch.

Hermione was still shuddering from the power of her release. She had never experienced an orgasm that powerful. Sure, she had masturbated and had small climaxes, but nothing like that. She lay there, recovering, when suddenly she felt herself yanked down flat on the couch. Her eyes flew open and she looked up to see the Potions Master climbing over her, straddling her shoulders, and gripping the armrest with both hands. She saw his cock for the first time, looking at it cross-eyed as it dragged across her chin. It was larger than she thought it should be, pinkish-red with pulsing veins and a large, fluted head.

“My turn, Miss Granger,” the Potions Master said in a low, intense voice…dripping with lust.

“I don’t know how…” she began.

“Every woman knows how,” Snape responded. “Just open your mouth, Miss Granger, and suck. I will handle the rest.” He reached between his legs, took his cock and pressed it to her lips, pushing down with his hips.

“Open up!” he snarled, reaching back, grasping her breast and twisting it. Her mouth flew open to scream and he shoved his cock into it quickly, pushing it to the back of her throat. Hermione gagged but it didn’t matter to the Potions Master who began to thrust his cock in and out between her lips, hissing in pleasure as it filled her wet warmth.

“Yes, Miss Granger, now suck it!” he breathed, jerking a bit.

Hermione began to pull on his hard, silken shaft when he withdrew, gagging a little when he shoved it back in. He was in control of the depth, pumping his hips downward, filling her mouth, his head thrown back with pleasure as he dominated the young witch, who for all her inexperience was doing a good job of blowing him. Of course, this position was guaranteed to bring the desired results.

“Yesssss. You’re a natural, Miss Granger,” he purred, picking up the pace and moving in and out of her mouth rapidly. Hermione quickly learned to relax on his down stroke so she didn’t gag so much as his glistening rod buried itself between her lips over and over. Hermione felt the heat beginning to grow in her belly again. This was turning her on.

“Use your tongue, Miss Granger, take it out and lick it,” Snape hissed, stopping his motions so Hermione could comply. She grasped his cock. It was warm, hard and delicate in her hands, the hot blood pulsing in her curled palm. She licked it experimentally, and Snape jerked in her hand, growling, then pressed forward for more tongue. She began to lick it in earnest, over the swollen head and up and down his shaft, getting turned on by his growls, grunts and obscenities as he savored her attentions. She cautiously brought up her other hand and touched his balls. He jerked even worse, groaning at the contact. He pushed back into her mouth and started thrusting again as Hermione sucked and used her tongue, rolling his balls around in her palm gently.

“Fuck, Miss Granger. You were born to suck cock,” he breathed. She noticed his breath was getting raspy, and his stomach and balls were tightening up. He began to thrust faster, a growl growing in the back of his throat. He was literally fucking her mouth.

“Get ready. You swallow everything,” he half snarled at her as he began to shudder. Hermione felt his cool balls suddenly draw up in her hands, as the Potions Master let out a cry and shoved his cock to the back of her throat and held it there, filling her mouth with hot come.

At first she gagged but then started to swallow as he shot blast after blast of creamy sperm into her orifice. She found sucking him made it easier to swallow and he groaned, throwing his head back and pressing deeper as she applied herself to consuming all of the release he gave her. Finally the pulsing stopped, and panting, he looked down at her, his hair hanging around his face, his cock still in her mouth.

“Very, very good Miss Granger. Too bad I can’t give you marks for sucking cock. They would be quite high,” he commented, drawing himself out of her mouth, and standing up, his limp cock hanging contentedly over his pants.

Hermione licked her glistening lips, but said nothing as her amber eyes looked up at him. Her pussy was aching again, and she was ready to lose her virgin status to the deatheater. She couldn’t help writhing a little. The Professor watched her.

“You’re ready for the main event, aren’t you Miss Granger? Well, you are going to have to wait a little while,” he said, pulling her up to a sitting position, then sitting down on the couch himself, and leaning back, studying her. There were bruises around her neck, but she was lucky he was able to stop himself. Albus would have covered up the method of her murder of course, but he didn’t want to kill the little chit. As long as she cooperated, and didn’t resist him, there was no reason for it.

His black eyes swept over her partially opened blouse, bra and skirt.

“You can remove your clothes, Miss Granger,” he said.

Hermione knew this wasn’t a request. She stood up and slid her blouse off, then her bra, revealing her large, firm breasts. Her rosy nipples were hard peaks. The Potions Master’s eyes glittered as he looked at them. She slid off her skirt, and his black eyes fell to her neatly trimmed chestnut bush.

“Come here,” he said hoarsely, spreading his legs so she could stand between them.

“Lean down,” he commanded. Hermione leaned over and he grasped both of her breasts and fondled them roughly, making her gasp with pleasure. He licked one nipple, then the other, then pushed both breasts tightly together and sucked them, getting both peaks in his mouth at once. Hermione moaned as he licked, bit and sucked her breasts with enjoyment. Then he pulled away and released them. He grasped her buttocks and kneaded the full globes.

“You are very curvaceous, Miss Granger. You’ve been hiding this body under your robes. Trying to keep the young wizards off you, I suppose,” he said. Hermione didn’t respond. Her entire body was tingling. She wanted him to fuck her. She looked surreptiously at his cock, which still rested contently in his lap. He followed her eyes, and smirked.

“Getting impatient, Miss Granger?” he asked her, looking amused.

“A little,” Hermione said.

The Potions Master pulled her down into his lap, slid his pale hand between her thighs, found her entrance and checked her hymen. It was slightly torn. He carefully slid a long finger inside her, watching her face intently.

“Ooh,” Hermione groaned, closing her eyes as his finger entered her and began thrusting. Her hips began to move, as she bit her lip against her growing pleasure. Snape pressed deeper and breathed deeply, as his cock throbbed in response to the virgin panting and moaning on his lap. He slid another finger inside her, and worked his hand faster.

The witch whispered, “More. Please Professor,” her amber eyes half-lidded and pleading as she looked at him, her hips rolling helplessly as he finger popped her. Hermione’s wanton response was quickly sending blood through Snape’s pulsing shaft. His cock was swelling quickly.

“I’ll give you more, all right,” he growled, withdrawing his hand to her disappointed cry, and pushing her off his lap roughly. She almost fell to the floor as the Potions Master stood quickly and began unfastening his shirt, his black eyes fastened on her chestnut bush.

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A/N: Ooh. Don’t pull Snape’s hair. He must be very tender headed. He certainly seems into strangulation. Anyway, please review.