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Riding Miss Granger
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Chapter 11 ~ Riding Miss Granger
Snape undid his cuffs as his eyes raked over Hermione who was standing in front of him, her breasts rising and falling with excitement, her curling hair wrapped around her head wildly. She looked untamed, her amber eyes watching him hungrily as he undressed. Seems the witch had a dark side to her as well, and he appeared to be at the core of it. Snape doubted any normal witch would be panting and wetting herself for a wizard who had only minutes before almost killed her. And she took to having a cock forced down her throat like a hippogriff took to the air. Hmm. So Miss Granger was a masochist.
Albus’ manipulations probably had a lot to do with that. Putting the girl in charge of so many things, giving her responsibility after responsibility, grooming her for a heavy workload in the Order. Always being in charge, having to make major decisions and having no one else to carry the load. Teaching her to aggressively put her ideas and thoughts forward, to debate and argue every fine point, making her believe her upcoming service in the Order made the future of the wizarding world itself her personal responsibility. When did she ever have a chance to let go and have someone else do the work? She probably felt guilty about wishing she didn’t have to do the things she did. Probably felt she was being selfish by not wanting all the responsibilities she had now, and were waiting for her in the future. She also probably had the subconscious desire to rebel against all the Pollyanna principles drilled into her and do something entirely wicked. Hence, getting brutally fucked by her evil Potions Professor who was also a deatheater
He could live with that.
Snape pulled off his shirt, dropped it to the floor then stepped out of his pants and boxers. Hermione’s eyes swept over his pale form. He was strongly built and had a lean, but well-defined body, not a sparse piece of flesh anywhere on him. His chest was well muscled, his belly flat and rippled, and he had the legs of a runner. In fact, his body seemed younger than his face, but possibly that was because he had witnessed and participated in so much evil that it aged his features. The idea that his hard, lean body would soon be all over her as he pound inside her made her shudder and again, she became wet, so wet the lubrication trickled down her inner thighs.
Snape watched her take him in, noting the subtle signs of her desire. He could smell her arousal even stronger than before and noted that her thighs were glistening with her juices. Damn, she wanted him. It was a long time since he’d been wanted. Normally he just took women who most definitely did not want to be taken.
“Ready to lose that cherry, Miss Granger?” he asked, walking forward and pulling her against him roughly, sliding his hands down her back and gripping both cheeks of her ass and grinding his cock against her, making her gasp with need. Hermione pressed back against him, rubbing his body with hers, her breasts mashed against his belly. Snape’s nostrils flared as he grasped her so tightly by the shoulders his fingers were digging into her flesh, as looked around the room trying to decide where and how to take her. He thought he would like to see her face when he ripped through her hymen, but didn’t want to do it in the missionary position. His eyes fell on the writing desk. It was about the right height for penetration and sturdy.
“Over there, Miss Granger,” he said pointing at the desk. “Go sit on the desk.”
He watched as Hermione walked over to the desk, her ass rolling invitingly as she walked, and his eyes went hooded. Maybe he’d take that too before she left. Make it a three for three night. Hermione hopped up on the desk, her amber eyes glued to his, her chest rising and falling with excitement and desire. He’d bet his salary the desk beneath her was dripping wet.
He looked at Hermione locking his black orbs to hers. She swallowed as his eyes went hard and he strode toward her and stood in front of her. He yanked her forward, his eyes still locked to her face, full of lust and hunger. He positioned his cock at her sopping entrance.
“Welcome to the real world, Miss Granger,” he growled, pulling her forward and ramming his cock into her as hard as he could, stretching, then tearing through her hymen and slamming against her cervix.
Hermione screamed as if she had been cut in half and writhed around him. The Professor grasped her waist firmly holding her in place and tore into her, plunging his cock deep and fucking her hard, without any regard for her comfort or cries of pain. She was wet, tight and deep and he was going to go deeper. He looked down at his blood-streaked cock and groaned, increasing his stroke into the shrieking witch, his cock gooshing and sloshing noisily between her thighs. He pushed Hermione down to her back roughly and dragged her further off the desk, wrapping his arms under her legs and spreading her wide, throwing himself into her pussy with all his might. Her shrieks were like sweet music, and he wanted the crescendo to increase.
“Is it what you expected, Miss Granger?” he panted, shoving himself in her up to his balls then gyrating his pelvis causing her to cry out his title again and again.
“Yes, yes,” he grunted with pleasure, the resumed plunging into her.
Suddenly he heard his name called.
“Severus? Severus!” It was Albus’ voice, coming from the floo.
“Stay here. Don’t move,” he said to Hermione, pulling out of her still writhing body and walking over to the floo. Albus’ head was there, and the Headmaster’s eyes widened as the naked Potions Master strode over and stopped in front of the fireplace, fully erect and his cock and thighs streaked with blood.
“Severus, what in the world are you doing?” the Headmaster said, shocked.
“I am fucking Miss Granger. You interrupted me. Now what is it?” the Potions Master said tersely, knowing this knowledge would steam the Headmaster to no end.
The Headmaster’s mouth worked silently for several moments as he digested what the Potions Master said. Then his blue eyes narrowed.
“You are to tell Voldemort that we are moving a group of very gifted muggle-borns to a location in Upper Stranton on the 14th of this month to begin training for the Order as assassins, of which he will be the target,” Albus said gruffly. “We want to draw his forces out and ambush them.”
Snape scowled at the Headmaster. Albus knew that the Dark Lord would punish him to within an inch of his life for this erroneous information, if not kill him outright. The Headmaster smirked at him darkly.
“Will there at least be muggle-borns present?” the Potions Master asked.
“We can’t risk innocents, Severus. You know that,” Albus said.
“Yes. But you can risk me,” Snape said coldly.
“You are hardly innocent,” the Headmaster replied, frowning slightly. “You will be fine, Severus. He needs you, just as I do.”
The Headmaster shifted his eyes toward the corner of the room Snape had walked from. He looked back at Snape with real malice in his eyes.
“If you hurt that girl, Severus…so help me,” the Headmaster said warningly.
“What I do to Miss Granger is no concern of yours, Headmaster. She is of the age of consent. Now, I have unfinished business with the ‘woman’ Albus. If you’ll excuse me,” the Potions Master said
Severus walked back over to the desk, yanked Hermione down and brutally entered her. She started shrieking again as he fucked her violently, knowing the Headmaster was still present. He wanted him to hear her. Albus lingered in the fireplace for a moment, listening to his golden girl getting the shit fucked out of her by the Potions Master and grimaced. Finally, he left the floo.
Hermione felt as if a white-hot bat was stroking her. The Potions Master was tearing into her sore pussy as if he owned it, beating against her cervix, pushing her body up the desk with the power of his strokes, and jerking her back down so he could continue pile driving into her as deep as possible. There was a dull sweet ache behind the pain, and it was growing larger and sweeter with every harsh stroke of Snape’s cock. Hermione arched her back as bliss bubbled inside her, swelling up, lifting her with it.
“You’re starting to feel it, aren’t you?” Snape hissed, again throwing himself deep inside her and rotating his pelvis. This time he had hit a spot that made Hermione keen like a siren, and he kept rolling and thrusting right there until she burst apart with a choked scream, clamping down on his shaft so tightly he cried out from the pressure. Hermione orgasmed so hard her release gushed out around his cock, coating his pelvis in come. Delighted, he gave her tight, pulsing pussy a few more wrenching thrusts for good measure, then pulled out of her, and kneeled, pressing his face between her thighs, licking and slurping up all her succulent juices. Hermione shuddered, mumbling unintelligible words, made totally incoherent by her release and his greedy tongue.
When he had swallowed every drop of Hermione’s release, Snape stood up and looked down on the witch. He was still hard as a rock and nowhere near done with her. Hermione was still panting and gyrating, her breasts rising and falling, her eyes closed, her body glistening with perspiration. The Potions Master leaned over her body and placed his lips close to her ear.
“Was it good, Miss Granger?” he asked her softly.
“Y..y..yes,” she breathed.
“I’m glad you liked it…” he breathed. Suddenly he yanked her roughly off the desk, turned her around and bent her over it roughly.
“…because here’s some more,” he growled, entering her from behind.
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A/N: Damn. Severus is something else. Please review.
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Chapter 11 ~ Riding Miss Granger
Snape undid his cuffs as his eyes raked over Hermione who was standing in front of him, her breasts rising and falling with excitement, her curling hair wrapped around her head wildly. She looked untamed, her amber eyes watching him hungrily as he undressed. Seems the witch had a dark side to her as well, and he appeared to be at the core of it. Snape doubted any normal witch would be panting and wetting herself for a wizard who had only minutes before almost killed her. And she took to having a cock forced down her throat like a hippogriff took to the air. Hmm. So Miss Granger was a masochist.
Albus’ manipulations probably had a lot to do with that. Putting the girl in charge of so many things, giving her responsibility after responsibility, grooming her for a heavy workload in the Order. Always being in charge, having to make major decisions and having no one else to carry the load. Teaching her to aggressively put her ideas and thoughts forward, to debate and argue every fine point, making her believe her upcoming service in the Order made the future of the wizarding world itself her personal responsibility. When did she ever have a chance to let go and have someone else do the work? She probably felt guilty about wishing she didn’t have to do the things she did. Probably felt she was being selfish by not wanting all the responsibilities she had now, and were waiting for her in the future. She also probably had the subconscious desire to rebel against all the Pollyanna principles drilled into her and do something entirely wicked. Hence, getting brutally fucked by her evil Potions Professor who was also a deatheater
He could live with that.
Snape pulled off his shirt, dropped it to the floor then stepped out of his pants and boxers. Hermione’s eyes swept over his pale form. He was strongly built and had a lean, but well-defined body, not a sparse piece of flesh anywhere on him. His chest was well muscled, his belly flat and rippled, and he had the legs of a runner. In fact, his body seemed younger than his face, but possibly that was because he had witnessed and participated in so much evil that it aged his features. The idea that his hard, lean body would soon be all over her as he pound inside her made her shudder and again, she became wet, so wet the lubrication trickled down her inner thighs.
Snape watched her take him in, noting the subtle signs of her desire. He could smell her arousal even stronger than before and noted that her thighs were glistening with her juices. Damn, she wanted him. It was a long time since he’d been wanted. Normally he just took women who most definitely did not want to be taken.
“Ready to lose that cherry, Miss Granger?” he asked, walking forward and pulling her against him roughly, sliding his hands down her back and gripping both cheeks of her ass and grinding his cock against her, making her gasp with need. Hermione pressed back against him, rubbing his body with hers, her breasts mashed against his belly. Snape’s nostrils flared as he grasped her so tightly by the shoulders his fingers were digging into her flesh, as looked around the room trying to decide where and how to take her. He thought he would like to see her face when he ripped through her hymen, but didn’t want to do it in the missionary position. His eyes fell on the writing desk. It was about the right height for penetration and sturdy.
“Over there, Miss Granger,” he said pointing at the desk. “Go sit on the desk.”
He watched as Hermione walked over to the desk, her ass rolling invitingly as she walked, and his eyes went hooded. Maybe he’d take that too before she left. Make it a three for three night. Hermione hopped up on the desk, her amber eyes glued to his, her chest rising and falling with excitement and desire. He’d bet his salary the desk beneath her was dripping wet.
He looked at Hermione locking his black orbs to hers. She swallowed as his eyes went hard and he strode toward her and stood in front of her. He yanked her forward, his eyes still locked to her face, full of lust and hunger. He positioned his cock at her sopping entrance.
“Welcome to the real world, Miss Granger,” he growled, pulling her forward and ramming his cock into her as hard as he could, stretching, then tearing through her hymen and slamming against her cervix.
Hermione screamed as if she had been cut in half and writhed around him. The Professor grasped her waist firmly holding her in place and tore into her, plunging his cock deep and fucking her hard, without any regard for her comfort or cries of pain. She was wet, tight and deep and he was going to go deeper. He looked down at his blood-streaked cock and groaned, increasing his stroke into the shrieking witch, his cock gooshing and sloshing noisily between her thighs. He pushed Hermione down to her back roughly and dragged her further off the desk, wrapping his arms under her legs and spreading her wide, throwing himself into her pussy with all his might. Her shrieks were like sweet music, and he wanted the crescendo to increase.
“Is it what you expected, Miss Granger?” he panted, shoving himself in her up to his balls then gyrating his pelvis causing her to cry out his title again and again.
“Yes, yes,” he grunted with pleasure, the resumed plunging into her.
Suddenly he heard his name called.
“Severus? Severus!” It was Albus’ voice, coming from the floo.
“Stay here. Don’t move,” he said to Hermione, pulling out of her still writhing body and walking over to the floo. Albus’ head was there, and the Headmaster’s eyes widened as the naked Potions Master strode over and stopped in front of the fireplace, fully erect and his cock and thighs streaked with blood.
“Severus, what in the world are you doing?” the Headmaster said, shocked.
“I am fucking Miss Granger. You interrupted me. Now what is it?” the Potions Master said tersely, knowing this knowledge would steam the Headmaster to no end.
The Headmaster’s mouth worked silently for several moments as he digested what the Potions Master said. Then his blue eyes narrowed.
“You are to tell Voldemort that we are moving a group of very gifted muggle-borns to a location in Upper Stranton on the 14th of this month to begin training for the Order as assassins, of which he will be the target,” Albus said gruffly. “We want to draw his forces out and ambush them.”
Snape scowled at the Headmaster. Albus knew that the Dark Lord would punish him to within an inch of his life for this erroneous information, if not kill him outright. The Headmaster smirked at him darkly.
“Will there at least be muggle-borns present?” the Potions Master asked.
“We can’t risk innocents, Severus. You know that,” Albus said.
“Yes. But you can risk me,” Snape said coldly.
“You are hardly innocent,” the Headmaster replied, frowning slightly. “You will be fine, Severus. He needs you, just as I do.”
The Headmaster shifted his eyes toward the corner of the room Snape had walked from. He looked back at Snape with real malice in his eyes.
“If you hurt that girl, Severus…so help me,” the Headmaster said warningly.
“What I do to Miss Granger is no concern of yours, Headmaster. She is of the age of consent. Now, I have unfinished business with the ‘woman’ Albus. If you’ll excuse me,” the Potions Master said
Severus walked back over to the desk, yanked Hermione down and brutally entered her. She started shrieking again as he fucked her violently, knowing the Headmaster was still present. He wanted him to hear her. Albus lingered in the fireplace for a moment, listening to his golden girl getting the shit fucked out of her by the Potions Master and grimaced. Finally, he left the floo.
Hermione felt as if a white-hot bat was stroking her. The Potions Master was tearing into her sore pussy as if he owned it, beating against her cervix, pushing her body up the desk with the power of his strokes, and jerking her back down so he could continue pile driving into her as deep as possible. There was a dull sweet ache behind the pain, and it was growing larger and sweeter with every harsh stroke of Snape’s cock. Hermione arched her back as bliss bubbled inside her, swelling up, lifting her with it.
“You’re starting to feel it, aren’t you?” Snape hissed, again throwing himself deep inside her and rotating his pelvis. This time he had hit a spot that made Hermione keen like a siren, and he kept rolling and thrusting right there until she burst apart with a choked scream, clamping down on his shaft so tightly he cried out from the pressure. Hermione orgasmed so hard her release gushed out around his cock, coating his pelvis in come. Delighted, he gave her tight, pulsing pussy a few more wrenching thrusts for good measure, then pulled out of her, and kneeled, pressing his face between her thighs, licking and slurping up all her succulent juices. Hermione shuddered, mumbling unintelligible words, made totally incoherent by her release and his greedy tongue.
When he had swallowed every drop of Hermione’s release, Snape stood up and looked down on the witch. He was still hard as a rock and nowhere near done with her. Hermione was still panting and gyrating, her breasts rising and falling, her eyes closed, her body glistening with perspiration. The Potions Master leaned over her body and placed his lips close to her ear.
“Was it good, Miss Granger?” he asked her softly.
“Y..y..yes,” she breathed.
“I’m glad you liked it…” he breathed. Suddenly he yanked her roughly off the desk, turned her around and bent her over it roughly.
“…because here’s some more,” he growled, entering her from behind.
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A/N: Damn. Severus is something else. Please review.