#7 ~ The Ghost and Lady Snape

Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR (except Marcus Delaluci). All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 11 ~ Stoking the Fire of Love

Hermione looked down, watching her husband’s hands as his fingers patiently unfastened the buttons of her robe. She had always loved his hands, so precise, so sure at whatever they were applied to, including her body. She shuddered a little and looked up at him. His black eyes met hers with a focused intensity as he continued working toward disrobing her. He looked so determined, and she felt a flutter of dark desire in her belly. She wanted the kind of loving he promised to give her. She was tired of thinking and being afraid. She wanted to lose herself in her husband, and his powerful expression of love. She wanted him to fuck her until she couldn’t take him anymore. Which had never happened yet.

Severus saw the familiar flicker of darkness in his wife’s eyes, and knew her darker, lustier masochistic nature was coming to the fore. He throbbed. He loved when she was like this. When he could bury himself in her small, luscious body with all his might and she would cry for more. He felt the urge to just tear her clothes off her for an instant, then caught himself. She had been through an ordeal. No matter the signals she was sending him, she still required gentleness, at least in the beginning.

Severus opened her robes, slipped them off her shoulders and helped her remove her arms from the sleeves. She was now in a white button up blouse and black loose-fitting cotton pants. Severus unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her bra. His eyes swept appreciatively across her breasts, and he hesitated, heat in his eyes. Hermione saw his robes begin to tent, and became instantly wet. Severus helped her slip the blouse off, then deftly unfastened the clasp to her bra with one hand, a trick he had learned over the years. He removed it, then caressed her full breasts with both hands. Hermione moaned and leaned against him, her amber eyes half-slitted with pleasure at his touch. That she still took such pleasure in his touch caused a powerful wave of love to wash over Severus. If he had spiritual sight, he would have seen a powerful white light pulse from his body, and the darkness around his heart lose some strength.

Severus released his wife’s breasts, and hooked his finger into the elastic band of her cotton pants, and jerked her towards him a little roughly. He was rewarded with a little groan as their lower bodies collided and she pressed against his hard cock still hidden beneath his robes. She liked it. He couldn’t help but give a lusty little smirk. He slid his hands down her hips, slipping beneath the elastic of both her pants and her panties, then knelt, drawing them down together. Hermione’s hand rested on his head as she stepped out of her pants and panties. Severus looked up. He was face to face with her softly curling chestnut bush. He could see her thighs were wet, and smell her musky scent of arousal. His nostrils flared like a randy bull’s and he blew a breath of warm air against her, causing her to gasp as his hot breath connected with the wetness on her thighs. Severus kissed one thigh, then the other, then licked them clean and ran his tongue over her bush, and his lips over her lower belly before rising, his lips dragging up her belly, between her breasts and ended by kissing her deeply, pulling her to his fully dressed body.

“You are so delicious,” he said into her mouth. Hermione felt a fresh gush at his words. Her nipples were so hard they hurt.

“My nipples hurt,” she breathed.

”Do they?” replied Severus as he lowered his head and took one hard, puckered point into his mouth, running his tongue over it and sucking it gently. Hermione groaned at the relief his mouth gave her. He then moved to her other breast, and supplied the same attention to its hardened peak, enjoying her appreciative moans. He stood again, looking down into her eyes, the burning passion in his gaze belying the gentleness in his voice.

“Better?” he asked softly, beginning to unfasten the neck of his robes.

“Yessss,” she sighed, rubbing her body wantonly against his. Severus stepped back from her, eliciting a little groan of disappointment from her.

“I have to undress,” he said softly, his hands moving down the front of his garments.

“Undress,” Hermione repeated dreamily. She was on fire and wanted him inside her. “Hurry, Severus, before I come without you…”

“Then I’ll just have to make you come again. And again. And again as punishment,” he replied, but he sped up, his hands moving faster down the front of his robes.

”I want you to punish me, Severus,” she moaned, pressing against him again. She was aching for him now, the dark need for his power writhing inside her, throbbing for the sweet pain of his brutal possession. Again, if she could see beyond sight, she would have seen her body suffused with a soft white pulsing light, not as bright as Severus’ quick, powerful pulse of love, because of the dark urge she felt, but just as strong. Alistar would not get close to them tonight.

Severus’ cock strained against his pants at her last comment.

“If that is what you wish, Lady Snape, it is my duty as a husband to oblige you,” he growled, forcing himself to maintain control. Gods, he was going to give her what she wanted, and then some. The light in his heart flared again.

Severus gently pulled his robes from under Hermione’s writhing body, and slipped it off, letting it fall to the floor. He started on the buttons of his shirt with some difficulty. Her breasts were in the way. He sighed.

“My love, perhaps it would be better if you waited for me in the bed, “ he suggested.

“No,” she whimpered, pressing against him harder, her arms rising to entwine around his neck. She wrapped one leg behind his, and pulled him down into a deliciously hot kiss, her hot little tongue practically raping his mouth.

“Fuck this,” Severus thought.

He managed to break the kiss and untwine himself from the hot tangle of wife that was wrapped around him like an octopus. He bent and fished in his discarded robe for his wand, found it, pointed it at himself and said “Divesto,” effectively removing the rest of his clothes. His erection was enormous. He lifted Hermione in his arms and kissed her deeply, tasting her desire. Hermione automatically wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He could feel the wetness and heat of her pussy against his belly. They weren’t going to make it to the bed. Both were bathed in white light now. It radiated from their entwined bodies like a flame. Hermione’s paleness was rapidly becoming suffused with color, she was drawing on their mutual desire, and it was restoring the energy Alistar took from her.

“The wall, Severus,” Hermione panted against his mouth, “Fuck me against the wall.”

Gods, she wanted it all. So much for a gentle start.

Still kissing his wife, Severus carried her to the wall between the closet and the bed, and pressed her body firmly against the smooth, cold stone. Hermione shuddered from the cold and from anticipation. He pulled back from her kiss and looked into her blazing amber eyes. Gods she was beautiful. She was always beautiful to him, but when she wanted him she moved beyond beauty, she was like a wanton goddess come down from the heavens to bless him with her passion. Around them the white light of their love flared even brighter, like a nova filling the room with them as its center. He opened the connection between them, so she would be sure to feel his love when he took her.

“Oh gods, Severus…is that how I make you feel?” Hermione whispered, looking at him, her voice thick with wonder and desire as she felt the waves of his possessiveness, excitement and love wash over her.

“Yes,” he groaned as her own dark, delicious need washed over him. The hunger inside her made his knees go momentarily weak. She loved and wanted him so much.

“Fuck me, husband,” she said, closing her eyes. They both gasped at the sudden pulse of raw desire that broke over them in reaction to her words. Severus pulled back a little to position the head of his cock against her hot, wet entrance. He rubbed it up and down, groaning with pleasure before he slid his entire length inside her, pinning her to the wall. He groaned as her tightness sheathed around him, soft, wet and throbbing with need. She let out a little cry of ecstasy as he filled her, stretching her pussy around his great size, and pressing against her womb achingly She could feel his pleasure wash over her, and he could feel her pleasure and need growing.

“Hermione,” he breathed as he started thrusting in and out of her with long deep strokes. He locked his mouth to hers and invaded it with his tongue as he buried himself inside her writhing body, drinking in her cries as he increasingly stroked deeper and harder, working his way up to the frenzy he knew she wanted. He shifted his hips and rolled inside of her, rubbing every surface of her sensitive walls with his head and shaft, her pleasure and desire for more washing over him. More, more, more echoed in his head as he started slamming into her, catching her body up against the wall and penetrating deeply as she screamed her love. Never missing a stroke, he worked her legs from around his waist and slipped his arms under her thighs and crooked his elbows so she dangled with her pussy wide open to him. Slowing his pace, he pulled his full length out, so the head of his cock rested against her entrance, then slammed into her with all his might. She screamed his name. More. More. More. He did it again. And again. Pulling out and slamming his whole length into her powerfully, holding himself against her bucking cervix for a moment, then repeating, driving into the ache his cock was causing, and bursting through it. He fucked her hard, slow and purposefully as her juices gushed and splashed around his cock, plunging into her, holding, pulling out, plunging in again methodically, over and over giving her all the sweet pain her love required. Hermione let out a scream at every deep, penetrating, and aching thrust, wanting more. Perspiration rolled down Severus’ back as he fulfilled his wife’s need and his own. He hit her again, rolling himself lustfully in her depths, and she began to shudder uncontrollably.

“Who do you belong to?” he gasped against her throat, pumping into her faster, and making her body bounce. She was slick with sweat, her thighs sliding across his straining arms.

“Severus Snape!” she cried out, tears falling from her closed eyes as she held on to him for all she was worth, riding his body, shuddering and trembling as he stroked her toward release.

“Who?” he gasped again, plunging his cock into her depths with all his might.

“Severus Snape!” she cried out again, her mouth slackening, her chin resting on his straining shoulder as he slammed against her.

“And…no…one…else…in…heaven…or…hell…will…have…you…but…me…my…Lady!” he groaned, banging against her with each gasped word. Hermione howled as his emotion washed over her. His love was almost too much for her to bear.

Severus resumed fucking her at top speed, his ass pumping, balls swinging against her buttocks, his body bucking, blurring with speed as he pistoned his cock into her over and over, bouncing her body brutally against the wall, her cries of pleasure becoming delicious, unintelligble babbles of release as she exploded over him, bathing his plunging cock in warmth and pressure. He groaned and fucked her through her orgasm, never slowing, never easing up reveling in the gush and pulsing tightness of her release, his pelvis hot and coated with her come, his shaft glistening and covered in thick milky creaminess as it slid back and forth into the throbbing temple immersed between her open thighs. Gods he loved her. He leaned his face into her throat and pummeled her orifice mercilessly, feeling the familiar tightness building in his balls as she slipped wetly over his hardness. He could feel her building again, the connection swelling her need, a honey center waiting to be pierced, and he pierced her over and over, every muscle of his body straining into her center, until she blew, convulsing around his cock with such vise-like pressure it felt like a huge, hot, wet fist clenched the whole of him. He exploded into her with a howl, slamming up to his balls in her tightness, soaring up to a great height, then plummeting, wave after wave of pleasure shooting through him as he shot his seed deep inside her, coating her insides with liquid love.

When they climaxed together, all around them the light of their love flared brighter than a thousand stars, and burst forth through the bedroom wall, into the study, through the office and filled the dungeon hallway, flashing even as far as the main hall.

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Alistar, who was filled with an unholy lust, was drifting toward the dungeon entrance intent on claiming Hermione again, when he sensed the burst of positive power and recoiled. He felt the wave of intensity rolling toward him, and fled before the light reached the main hall, expending precious energy in his haste. He was forced to flee to the far side of the castle.

He flung his consciousness out to reach Hermione, expecting the darkness within her to answer him and show her condition, but he could not locate her. She was beyond him! Damn! He then probed for her husband, and could perceive him, but just barely. Despite his core of darkness, he too, was beyond him.

Angered, Alistar drifted slowly down the corridor. There were no houses here, so no mudbloods to torment in his vindictiveness. But this place was familiar to him.

He was nearing the Dark Arts classroom, and Marcus’ rooms.

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A/N: I know. I’m always complaining I’m tired. But I really am this time. Writing this stuff can really take a lot out of you, though envisioning it, is the bomb! >grin< Please review. Your reviews are most appreciated. Thanks.