A Change of Venue

Chapter 10 ~ What She Wants

Severus watched Hermione’s reaction to his tool, which was by any man’s measure, enormous. He was uncircumcised, the delicate pale foreskin seemingly pulled back because of the extension of his erection, the shaft thick and ramrod straight, strongly veined and the fat, fluted head weeping. The Potions Master was easily at least eleven inches long fully aroused, and for all intents and purposes…the wizard was certainly swinging. He lay on his side, his boxers down around his thighs, looking at the witch through half-lidded eyes, his expression sober.

Hermione didn’t know whether to be delighted or scared to death as she watched the veins of his organ pulsate, then the entire length bounce a bit. She was leaning toward scared to death, however. The witch sat up and scooted over slightly, putting a little distance between herself and that…that monstrous organ, her eyes slightly wild as she looked at Severus.

“Oh my gods,” she breathed as the wizard shifted a bit closer to her.

”As you can see, I am built to please,” he purred at Hermione.

”From here, it looks as if you’re built to kill,” the witch replied, swallowing.

“I haven’t killed anyone yet, though quite a few witches have felt they’d died and gone on to glory,” he said softly, “Believe me, Hermione…I won’t take you past your threshold. I want to give you pleasure…not kill you, witch.”

He took off his boxers and tossed them over the side of the bed, Hermione looking like a cornered mouse facing a very large and hungry cat. She wasn’t sure she wanted to do this any longer.

“I’ve…I’ve never been with anyone…anyone built like you, Professor. I don’t know if I want…”she began, but Severus brought one long finger to her lips.

“Sshh, Gryffindor,” he said, “Surely you’re not going to run from a Slytherin.”

Hermione looked down at his cock again.

”No. But I’m thinking about running from that,” she said, pointing at his cock.

Severus chuckled a little.

”You are the first witch who wanted to leave my bed after I showed my goods, Hermione. Most witches couldn’t wait for the games to begin,” the wizard said.

“I guess I’m not like most witches then,” Hermione said, her brow furrowing.

Despite how delicious Severus made her feel just a short while ago, seeing his cock had the effect of a bucket of never-ending ice water being thrown over the witch. She really was afraid it would be painful to take him.

Severus looked at her for a long moment.

”No, you’re not. Which is why I want you,” he replied, “However, tonight is meant for your pleasure, Hermione. If you don’t think I can’t give it to you, you are free to go…although I sincerely wish you wouldn’t. As I said, I desire you. True desire is rare for me.”

Hermione looked at the wizard and could tell he meant what he said. He wanted her to stay.

Severus looked back at her and could still see her reluctance. He reached out and took her hand.

“Hermione, I am not normally a wizard of sweet words unless I am pretending to be for the sake of the witch I am servicing. I will not be servicing you. I could tell you all the right things, say what was necessary to woo you into accepting me, but then…I would be playing the gigolo again, and not the man I am. I want to be the man I am with you. As I told you before, I appreciate women…there is beauty in all of them waiting to be drawn out and enjoyed. But I’ve always seen your beauty…it’s never been hidden. I’ve watched it grow over the years when I was your teacher, hand in hand with your intelligence and accomplishments. It was like watching a rare flower unfold under the sun. Now I have you here with me, full bloom and the chance to taste your nectar…” he said

Hermione arched an eyebrow at him.

”I thought you weren’t a wizard of sweet words,” she said to him softly, moved by his words despite herself.

Severus smirked.

”I’m not, but I have been known to use a simile here and there,” he replied.

”If you said you were like a bee, that would have definitely been overkill,” Hermione said, a small smile on her face. She was relaxing now. Talking with him helped immensely.

“Ah a bee. A creature that wishes to collect bucketfuls of your sweetness…and ‘pollinate’ you,” he said musingly, “as cliché as that metaphor is…I believe it does apply in my case.”

Hermione gave Severus a larger smile because he smoothly snuck the bee simile in anyway.

Heartened, Severus drew Hermione’s hand to his lips and kissed it softly, his dark eyes searching her face.

”I would not take you unprepared, Hermione,” he said softly, “I am willing to take the time I know you need, and will only act when and in the manner you tell me to. Let me show you. Let me show you how desire overcomes fear.”

Hermione blinked down at him, warmth washing over her again.

”You’ll let me decide?” she asked him for confirmation.

”Yes,” Severus replied.

Hermione sat there a moment, then scooted down and lay on her back, the wizard resting on his elbow above her.

”Show me then, Severus,” she breathed.

Severus leaned down and kissed her, slowly and hungrily, stoking the fire between them again, his lips soft and insistent, Hermione responding as he began to caress her, moving his mouth next to her ear as his hand smoothed over her flesh.

“I know what you need,” he breathed against her lobe, his warm breath titillating the delicate shell, “Time, Hermione. You need a man to take time with you, to make you feel like more than just someone to take pleasure from. Most men are too greedy, too selfish to savor you…but I am not, oh no witch. You are beautiful, delectable and appreciated.”

”Merlin,” Hermione breathed as a pulse of lust shot through her, quaking a little as Severus moved his lips over her throat, sucking and kissing it, still keeping up his commentary.

“You want something more than a common shag. You don’t want to just be penetrated, witch…you want to feel…joined, connected to the man who takes you. You don’t want to be part of the act…you want to be the whole of it,” he said softly, his mouth on her breasts, kissing and suckling between his words, Hermione arching up against him.

“Yessss,” she hissed, quivering under his ministrations.

“You don’t want to be fucked, Hermione…you want to be possessed, to become a part of someone else who wants to be part of you because you are you. I am that someone, witch. I will give you my strength, my passion and for this moment…my soul…because I too long for such a connection, and it cannot be attained unless the desire is mutual,” Severus breathed, shifting downward, his lips moving over her belly now.

”Oh dear Circe,” Hermione moaned, her hands slipping into the wizard’s hair as he moved lower.

“You must be taken gently to the edge of the world you want shaken, the world you want shattered…it must be a sweet violence, a tender power that rocks you from your foundations,” the wizard purred, his lips pulling at her pubic hair as he parted her thighs, the musk of her desire washing over him.

”You will be shattered,” he breathed, parting her labia and applying his tongue to her core, Hermione crying out at his skill as he collected her ambrosia, using tongue, teeth, lips and nose to stimulate her, running his tongue down her cleft and over her rectum, Hermione squealing, her thighs beginning to thrash as the wizard wrapped his arms about them and held her securely in place, his eyes closed in bliss at the scent and taste of her.

But he was gentle, so gentle as he teased and tormented her, Hermione writhing and cursing, wanting this and wanting more, something stronger, harder, deeper and overwhelming. She was moving higher, the pleasure almost painful as the Potions Master drank from her as if she were a living vessel.

“Severus!” she cried out in a voice so anguished the wizard disengaged and pulled himself up over her.

”I’m here,” he breathed down at the witch, “Tell me what you need…what you want from me.”

Hermione’s wet eyes opened and she looked up at the pale wizard, longing in her eyes as her body undulated beneath him.

”I want…I want…connection,” she sighed.

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A/N: Short I know. Sigh. But thanks for your patience and for reading