The Mentor

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NC-17!

Chapter 10 – Mine


Severus could not believe that she had said yes! He sat on the edge of her bed, watching her watch him with complete trust and understanding in her eyes. Merlin, he hoped that he never did any thing that stopped her from looking at him that way. Turning quickly, Severus shifted so that he could lie beside her, urging Hermione to lift up so that he could wrap one arm around her soft shoulders.

With his free hand, Severus turned her head so that his lips could find hers. Unlike their earlier kisses, this contact was much more gentle; a promise of things to come. He broke the kiss and pulled back. She started to question him, but Severus brought one finger to her lips, urging her to shush. With that same finger, he began to explore her body, starting with the delicate skin around her mouth and chin. With his index finger, Severus continued to trace small, spiralling circles around her nose, then her eyes and drifted to caress her dainty ear.

Hermione closed her eyes and shuddered at the intimate contact. If this was how he made her feel simply stroking her face, what would he do to her when he finally touched her where she craved him most? Her shivering became even more noticeable as his finger started to travel down her neck. Back and forth, Severus moved his finger, studying her body with his touch, the way that he had learned her body by looking. He could not wait to replace his finger with mouth and tongue, but he wanted to wait until she was totally relaxed before taking that next step.

Sliding from Hermione’s neck, his finger moved down her body, eager to discover some of her delicious assets. Tickling her shoulder and arm, Severus shifted the path of his curious digit to trace a rib that stood out against her taut skin, teasing the underside of her breast, and causing Hermione to squirm in frustration. His finger moved to gently trace the light blue vein that was visible under her skin, following it over the curve of her generous breast until he finally made contact with her mocha coloured nipple. She shuddered again, and Severus knew that he had her exactly where he wanted her.

Hermione could not believe that sensations that were racing through her body. Every touch and caress was like a delicious burn over her skin. Severus shifted closer to her so that he could follow the path of his finger with his lips and tongue. She shuddered at the sensation, closing her eyes, unable to stop the soft moan that escaped her lips.

Her arms slipped around his neck, drawing him back to explore her silky soft mouth. Hermione followed his lead, letting him explore her mouth while she did the same, her touch of tongue to his tongue causing a surge of electricity to run through his taut body.

Hermione lowered her lashes as his lips reluctantly left hers to again travel over the soft skin of her face and neck. Her body raged with needs and desires that were foreign and new, yet raged out of control, bringing her body to a place that it had never been before. When Severus moved his mouth to cover her breast, the pull of his mouth caused an answering flood of liquid heat to her pussy.

With back arched and breasts pushed erotically in to his exploring mouth, Severus was almost overwhelmed with feelings for the witch currently writhing in his arms.

“I know, dearest. It is all perfect. We are perfect.” He whispered the words against her breasts, alternating between each delicious point, suckling, teasing and gently biting, while swirling his tongue over the rough texture of each nipple.

Severus continued his investigation of her delectable body over each silken curve of her skin, sliding lower over the gentle curve of her stomach until he was face to face with the tight, honey coloured curls at the apex of her milky thighs.

Hermione cried out, grasping Severus by his inky black hair while his tongue reached out to have a slow, long taste of her sweet pussy. Her hips bucked and writhed as sensations crashed over and through her. She could not get more out than his name, and was not even sure that he could understand her.

His tongue stroked and prodded, found her most sensitive spot and then teased it mercilessly. Hermione could not think, let alone breathe as his tongue went deeper and then shallower, drawing as much of her essence into his mouth as possible. He absolutely loved the taste of her, wild yet sweet and musky. Severus has never had a woman taste so delectable before. He could have feasted on her forever.

As his clever tongue continued to work her clit, Severus brought his index finger and pressed it into her virgin hole. He began to move it in and out of her, mimicking the motion of his cock pushing in and out. With her frenzied, enthusiastic response, Severus pushed in another finger, scissoring his fingers apart as he continued to thrust his digits in and out, only softening his movements when he hit the delicate skin of her maidenhead.

Never in her wildest dreams did Hermione every imagine that she would have a lover who could make her feel this way, who could make her body thrum with want, need and desire. She felt like she was on fire for him.

Severus could not wait. Her moaning and pleading, coupled with her sweet taste were pushing him to the edge; to a depth of craving that he had never experienced before. Although it was not his first time, any of the feeling he had experienced for a woman before paled to nothing compared to what he felt for Hermione.

“I have never made love before,” Hermione admitted with a soft sigh when Severus moved back up her body.

“I know,” He answered just as softly. “I have never done this either”.

Hermione answered with a sceptical look.

“I mean that I have never made love with someone that I truly care about,” Severus replied. “I do not want to make any mistakes.”

Giving Hermione a probing kiss, Severus jumped up to retrieve his wand that lay hidden in the pile of robes discarded at the end of Hermione’s bed. With a quick incantation, two small vials appeared on the bed side table, one empty and the other full of shimmering lavender coloured liquid.

Moving on top of Hermione, Severus slowly eased her knees apart so that he could nestle between them, his dark eyes meeting her golden ones. He pressed the hot, broad head of his cock against her inviting core, slowly easing into her tightness.

Her channel was a welcome place of wet heat, like soft velvet. Severus had to control the urge to thrust in to her, and shuddered with the effort. He gathered her legs to wrap them around his waist, and drew her closer as he started to push into her dripping hole. As he slowly pushed deeper, Hermione gripped at the sheet and her womb clenched, wanting more of him.

Severus moved even deeper, feeling the thin barrier that he was about to breach, knowing that doing so would make her his for all time. With one strong surge, he burst though, lowering himself to capture her little cry of pain with a soft kiss. He waited, kissing and caressing until he could feel her juices starting to flow again as her body started to relax completely. Hermione was so tight and hot, that Severus desperately wanted to move, but he kept kissing her until he saw only acceptance in her eyes.

Hermione was overwhelmed with emotion. There was a quick stab of pain when Severus took her innocence, but when that ended, all Hermione wanted to do was push herself to meet the thrusting of his body against hers. Severus moved then, long gentle strokes meant to keep that tender, sexy look in her eye. Her breathless, moaning little cries made it difficult to keep from hastening his pace.

“You are beautiful,” Severus told Hermione as he gently thrust in and out of her tight body. In that moment, he loved her, loved her, with everything that he was or possessed. “Look at me,” he demanded with each plunge of his body in to hers.

“I want you to know who is taking you. I want you to know who you belong to. I want you to know who loves you.”

With those last words, Severus could feel that familiar tightening is his body that meant his end was close. At that moment, Hermione began to thrash and push against him even more, moaning and calling his name.

Hermione’s body reacted to his words with a jerk. Her stomach muscles tightened, hands moving to grasp his hips, pushing him in to her even harder. She could feel something rising up inside of her, an entirely new wave of pleasure.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” Severus commanded, resting his elbows on either side of her face as he lunged faster and faster in to her welcoming heat. “I want you to watch me when I come. I want to watch you while you come. You are so fucking hot, and your body belongs to me. I am going to fill you with my seed, and you will always be mine.” Severus moved his lips to the swell of her breast, and suckled fiercely, smiling to himself as he marked her as his.

Hermione was becoming even more turned on by the dirty things that Severus was saying to her.

“That’s it!” Hermione moaned back, gently nipping his neck while she whimpered in his ear. “I want you to fuck me harder! I want you to fuck me so hard that everyone will know what you have done to me just by looking at me. I want you to make me yours.”

Severus could not believe the words that were coming out of his Hermione’s sweet mouth. His thrusting became more intense and erratic as her wanton words pushed him to his completion. He bit his lip, trying to hang on.

At that moment, Hermione felt her world coming apart, screaming as her satin sheath clenched Severus’ cock with such force, that he quickly followed her, shooting his load inside her waiting womb, grunting and straining with his release while beads of sweat collected along his brow.

Hermione was numb, unable to move as Severus pulled away from her. She was vaguely aware of him muttering an incantation, and then urging her to drink the lavender potion. The small part of her mind was surprised when he lay back down beside her, pulling her close while wrapping them both is the blankets. She was glad that he had thought of the contraception potion. It had never even crossed her mind.

The last thing Hermione remembered was Severus spooning his body around her, nuzzling close to her ear and whispering one, soft word.

“Mine.”

“Mine.”