A Change of Venue

Chapter 11 ~ Engagement

Severus licked his glistening lips as he looked down on Hermione, who reached up and pulled on his waist, trying to bring his lean body in contact with hers. Severus held back, loving the feel of the witch wanting him so badly. He had drawn this need out of her and she was just as desirable and compelling as he believed she would be. He slowly lowered himself on to her body, hard lines coming into contact with soft curves, Hermione once again shuddering beneath him as he kissed her, passing on her own intimate flavor. He drew back from her mouth, his dark eyes meeting hers.

“You will have your connection, Hermione Granger…you will be part of me and I…part of you,” he breathed, adjusting his body, the thick head of his organ resting against Hermione’s core.

The witch gasped and buckled as his hardness pressed against her. She began to tremble again, a mixture of lust, longing and fear washing over her…he was so big. Severus kissed her again and again until he felt her shudders ease, taking his time, wanting the witch ready for him, slowly easing into a rhythmic rocking motion, rubbing his cock against her in preparation for his entry, kissing and caressing the witch as he purred how much he wanted her. He could feel his cock being coated by Hermione’s juices as the witch moaned under him, the slide of his hardness against her core driving her to the brink of hunger and frustration.

“Now…now Severus…I can’t take this anymore,” she breathed into his mouth, “I need to feel you inside me.”

”Yes witch,” the Potions Master replied hoarsely, his own body aching for the delicious slide and engulfing warmth waiting for him.

First, missionary position to give them the contact they both craved. Severus pushed up on one arm and reached between their bodies, hitching back because of his length.

“Bend your knees,” he whispered to the witch. He was too long to enter Hermione with her legs flat. He needed her to tilt her pelvis. Afterwards, she could lower her legs, but gods…what an angle that would be.

Hermione breathlessly obeyed, staring up at the wizard, his hair hanging in his face as he looked downward, grasping his organ and positioning himself, then he looked up at her.

“Now,” he breathed thrusting forward with some strength, Hermione letting out a small cry as he entered her partially, stretching her around his girth and grimacing with pleasure as the witch’s soft, accepting heat surrounded the thick head, clutching slightly as she adjusted to his size. Severus quickly withdrew his hand, pressing it to the mattress and catching himself before he lost balance, holding himself in a push-up position as he looked down at Hermione, partially embedded inside her.

Hermione tried to arch, but the wizard drew back slightly so he wouldn’t delve deeper into her body yet, staring down at the witch’s wide, amber eyes, and parted lips, his dark eyes swallowing her down like twin black holes, taking her into himself as she received him.

“You are the world, Hermione,” Severus breathed at her, sliding inside the witch deeper, “And I am the axis around which you spin.”

The Potions Master wound his pelvis slowly, whirling his cock inside the witch as he eased deeper, moving sensuously as if screwing his length into her, Hermione gasping at the sensation as the wizard ground into her. No man had ever taken her this way…it was always the stab and thrust, hungry and lustful from the beginning. There was no pain, only a sense of melding, of combining, of becoming part of the sensual man taking over her body. He felt amazing.

“Feel me, witch,” Severus crooned silkily as he came to rest against her cervix, “feel the whole of me enmeshed with the whole of you. Do you feel me?”

How could she not feel him? It was as if the Potions Master had somehow immersed his entire body inside her, though she could see him above her, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure, his mouth pursed She felt him all right. Every hot, thick pulsing part of him embedded inside her.

“Yesss,” she hissed.

The wizard kissed her, not moving his lower body, letting Hermione feel their connection and savoring the tight clutch of her sex as they lay joined. Then he pushed upward again and began to rotate his hips again, Hermione groaning in pleasure as Severus wound his cock inside her.

“Whirl with me,” he breathed at her, his lower lip trembling slightly, “Turn around my axis, Hermione…spin. Every world spins before it shatters.”

Hermione began to rotate her pelvis, matching the wizard motion for motion, Severus gasping as she tightened and twisted, stimulating him. He began to add a gentle stroke to the intimate waltz of their bodies, sliding his girth in and out of her body, Hermione arching upward helplessly as his possession became stronger.

”Yes, yes,” the Potions Master hissed, “We are one body sharing one exquisite pleasure. I will liberate you like you liberated me, Hermione. I promise you.”

Hermione had to close her eyes against the intensity on the wizard’s face, it was so overwhelming. All of this was overwhelming. She was fucking her former teacher…the cold, hard wizard who seemed to offer nothing but a grudging acceptance. And he was fucking her, all that perceived coldness melted away to reveal the molten core underneath the frozen façade. Severus Snape did feel, did have passion. The iciness he evidenced throughout her tenure at Hogwarts was now boiling over with intense heat, and she was the recipient. Oh yes, he could have made a living at this.

Hermione could have melted into a slushy puddle of gods knew what when the wizard began to voice his pleasure, something between a growl and a purr as his stroke became more focused. They were both working at this, their bodies covered in a sheen of perspiration, the scent of sweat and sex beginning to fill the bedroom.

Hermione began to feel the power that enormous cock was capable of as Severus began to drive into her, each delicious slide and check accompanied by a growl of delight. Still, the wizard was not as harsh with it as she thought he could be as he flexed over her, his pale chest glistening and lank hair a swinging curtain around his face, which was contorted to the point he looked as if he were in pain…if he was…it was a sweet pain brought on by finally having this young brilliant witch so intimately, her chestnut hair becoming untamed, curling in ringlets against her temple, the scent of jasmine and sex filling his flared nostrils.

He had watched her grow into a brilliant focused witch, unhindered by the silliness that seemed to take over young women her age, such as spending more time in front of the mirror than hitting the books. There was no artifice about Hermione Granger, nothing false or artificial. Initially he believed her a show-off, enamored by her own abilities and attention-seeking. But over the years the wizard came to realized that Hermione was simply hungry to learn, hungry to use her mind and abilities to the fullest, seeking knowledge from those who she respected and admired. It was irritating at first, but then became a true pleasure. So few students were so driven…not even in his own house.

Instead of the normal, heated rush of hormones taking over, Hermione’s need for knowledge and answers took precedence…this combined with her natural empathy for others, her loyalty to those she cared for, her courage in the face of great odds and her willingness to sacrifice all for the Greater Good made the wizard take notice of her in a way that was definitely not based on the teacher/student ethic.

Hermione had become the kind of witch the Potions Master believed could satisfy him in every way. Yes, she was young, but she had the sensibilities of a much older witch, a fine mind, was relatively attractive but not so beautiful as to be a constant source of worry concerning other wizards. Severus was a jealous, covetous man by nature and could never deal with a witch who was the focus of rivals. The fact that she remained unattached showed she had not yet found the right wizard.

Maybe she had tonight.

If he could get into her psyche as he possessed her body, it was his hope that possibly they might become something more than what they were now, two people finding a momentary connection. It was his hope that he could re-enter the wizarding world with a witch he could call his own and who would serve as a buffer between he and the witches that would undoubtedly return to their pursuit of him. Severus accepted them because he had no one, but now he had his fill. The repercussions of his vocation both on his own person and the women he had affected to the point of obsession had proven too much, and he was through with that part of his life. What had been a pleasurable, lucrative indulgence became something dark and potentially life-altering. It had almost made him a prisoner, and he had fought for his freedom a long, long time.

If he had someone of his own…he would have no need to stray. But that someone would have to be special, someone strong, and someone who had the ability to accept his darkness and understand him.

Hermione had always shown the ability to take his worst. Perhaps she would bring out his best. If he could manage to secure the witch, he would make it public knowledge as soon as possible to stave off the other possible Agatha Windelforths hiding in the woodwork. Most witches would give an openly committed man a wide berth. He wanted that berth.

And he wanted Hermione…beyond what he was getting now. To Severus Snape, this was only the way in. He wanted the door slammed behind him, locked and the key to Hermione’s heart beyond the reach of anyone other than him. It was selfish, covetous and manipulative…but it was the act of a man who used whatever means necessary to acquire what he desired. He had to be her best. He had to make the witch crave him.

Thank the gods he had plenty of practice doing just that.

Severus began to fuck Hermione harder, the petite witch crying out beneath him, the wizard being careful that he didn’t pummel her beyond her threshold. He was quite capable of damaging the witch, and he didn’t want her to part from him with pain…only with his burn, an indelible scorch left inside her, proof of his fire and ability to ignite something inside the witch no one else could. Her voice was beautiful, husky, full of pleasure, acceptance and the desire for continuance. He could feel her…not just the delicious warmth and life of her body accepting him, but the passion and need inside her, the part which was more than physical.

Hermione world was being broken apart stroke by stroke, the witch giving herself over to Severus, her hands pulling at his lean body as it undulated, flexed and strained into her, the wizard hissing and growling as he thrust into her wetness over and over, her juices squishing around his cock, bathing his shaft and wetting his loins.

Hermione was egging him on, begging him to keep going, to give her everything and as sorely tempted as he was to do just that, he maintained control…a very tormented control. He would like nothing more to let all his desire out on the witch…but she wasn’t ready yet. Any other man would have let his body take over, but Severus Snape wasn’t just any man. There was purpose in all he did, even his pleasure.

The wizard’s body hitched almost uncontrollably as Hermione’s sweet little mouth let out a stream of obscenities when he hit her sweet spot. She was completely his now and he could have done anything, anything he desired in any manner. He fought to keep focused as he felt her tightening around him, ready to climax.

Suddenly, he stopped moving, Hermione crying out in need and frustration.

”Keep going…oh gods…please…keep going!” Hermione cried out, her wet eyes opening and her small hands trying to make him continue his thrust.

“No,” he breathed down at her, “You are more than a source of pleasure, Hermione Granger. You have needs, witch. Needs that are yours alone…”

”I need you to keep going…that’s what I need,” the witch moaned up at him, “Gods, I’ve never had…never felt…you have to continue Severus…I feel as if I’m going to die if you don’t.”

Severus bit his lip. Hermione was so desirable.

With an effort, he withdrew, Hermione crying out and clutching at him, the wizard rolling to his back and the witch finally climbing on top of him when she couldn’t pull him back. He pulled her down and kissed her passionately, his intrusion of her mouth only serving to make his withdrawal from her body more pronounced.

“You’re cruel,” she breathed down at him when he released her.

”No, I’m not cruel, Hermione. I believe you have always been on the receiving end of a cock. You are sensual, powerful, demanding in your own right, witch. You have hungers and should express your hungers freely. In other words, it is time for you to go for yours witch and bring a wizard to climax for once. Do this and I promise you the world will still shatter,” the Potions Master said softly, his hands moving to her waist and lifting her, Hermione’s eyes wide.

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A/N: Finally, a decent length chapter…but it was WORK. Thanks for reading. I believe the next chapter will be the final one. Thanks for reading. ***