The Mentor

My thanks to everyone that has taken the time to read, and more importantly, to offer some feedback. Please continue to enjoy the story.

I have some long overdue specific thanks to give, so here it goes...

NutsAboutHarry – Thank you so much for your continued feedback. It is nice knowing that I can count on you to review so frequently. I am sorry that you have to wait so long for each update, but it will be worth it, I promise!

Danie – I am glad that you are enjoying the story, and I do wish that I could speed up the updates for you, but my life is pretty full, so it is only an hour or two on the weekends that I have to write.

hermioneandseverusfan and Jocy: Your comments about Hermione’s virgin status really challenged me to stay true to my original ideas, and I thank you both for it! I can’t please everyone all the time, so the least I can do is please Severus and Hermione (hehehe).

Snape_Goddess – Your praise for my story especially means a lot to me. I have enjoyed every story that you have written at aff, and your dedication to updating regularly once you start is wonderful role modelling for the rest of us who are giving this fan fiction writing a shot. I started writing this story because it just would not leave my mind, and I had an idea of what I wanted it to look like. It is true; I did deviate from my plan somewhat because of feedback that I had received from some readers. Once I was challenged on it (in the good way) I went back to my original plan. Thank you for challenging me to stay true to what I want to write. It is always nice to get that reminder. I hope that you are able to keep reading and reviewing. And I am waiting patiently (or not so patiently) for your next tale!

NC-17!


Chapter 11 – The Next Day


Hermione woke to the feeling of Severus pressed tightly against her back, one hand draped across her stomach, palming her breast and gently teasing her nipple. Instinctively, she pressed back against him, hips squirming, pushing his impressive morning erection in to the space between her thighs.

Giving her nipple one last tug, Severus slid his hand down to her cunt, pleased to find that she was already dripping wet for him. He pushed against her sensitive skin again, teasing her nether lips with his rock hard erection.

“What have we here?” he whispered in her ear, running his tongue along the lobe and then gently sucking it between his teeth. “I thought that you might be quite finished by now, but I love that you are wet for me again”, he growled softly, thrusting against her again to be certain that she could feel how much that really pleased him.

Hermione was a little shocked at her own readiness. After the first wonderful episode, they had made love another three times during the night, episodes that were instigated by both of them in turn.

Her thoughts began to shatter as Severus pushed one long finger through her dripping folds to find her clit, tweaking and rubbing it lightly. He was also surprised that after taking her so many times during the night, that he was ready to go yet again. The feel of her voluptuous body writhing and pushing back against him made his cock harder than ever, and grasping her by both hips, he angled himself carefully, entering her in one smooth lunge.

“Oh, Goddess!” Hermione moaned, feeling a strange yet satisfying sense of completion every time that Severus filled her so wonderfully.

With rhythmic, tilting thrusts, Severus continued to plunge in to her welcoming heat, loving the soft sucking sounds of their mating. His pace was controlled and even, yet each push into her body was powerful, and he stroked a spot deep inside of her that was pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Over the years, Severus had experienced sex with many different women, most willing, some not so willing, and several who had been paid for their services. But nothing, nothing had ever felt like this. With each moan and whimper that left her lips, Severus could feel his cock grow even harder. It took every ounce of self control to stop himself from ramming his rock hard prick deeper into her hot, velvet channel. When she reached behind him to grab his ass with one of her hands, then move that hand down further to stroke and caress his balls, that iron control almost snapped.

Hermione started to match his pace, moving her hips so that each thrust pushed even further, slamming deliciously against her cervix. Severus brought one hand to tease her nipple, while the other mimicked the motions on her sopping clit. Each pinch and flick of her pebbled nipple was copied by the other clever hand. Bending his neck at an awkward angle, Severus was able to wrap his lips around the luscious point, grasping it gently between his teeth and running the tip of his tongue around and around.

“Oh Severus”, Hermione moaned. “Please, please, please”.

Snape did not know what she was begging for, but he had discovered over the course of the evening that he loved the sound of his name coming from Hermione’s lips as he pushed her towards her climax. The fluttering of her channel against his cock and the incoherent whimpers let Severus know that she was almost at the end. He moved both hands from their exploration of her body, and grabbed both of her hips, forcefully ramming into her.

Severus felt the familiar tingle in his balls, letting him know that he was going to come. With one last, violent lunge, he emptied himself against her womb. Breathing hard, he buried his face into her curls, pressing forward until his nose was pressed against the back of her neck. He held her shaking body close to his, breathing deeply and trying to find some sense of equilibrium.

He pulled away, and she started to complain, but it was only to give him enough space to turn her around, so that he could cuddle her against his chest. Without words, he held her head against his still pounding heart. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and moved so that almost every point along the front of her body was touching his. Severus reached down to pull the covers over them both, relishing in the feel of her legs tangled with his; the feel of her hair tickling the skin of his chest; the feel of her breath against his chest.

There were no words from either of them. They had said all that needed to be said with their bodies. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they drifted off, more content and happy than either had been since the end of the war.

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When Hermione woke several hours later, she was stilled clasped tightly against Severus. It was a delicious feeling. She could tell by his deep, even breathing that he was still sound asleep, and she took the time to study him. Her mind went back to the first time that she had done so, curled up with him in front of the fire but this time was different. He had touched, kissed and caressed every inch of her body. Part of her mind knew that this was still Severus Snape; Potion’s Master, spy, warrior. But now, after their shared intimacy, he was like an entirely new person to her.

She loved the sprinkle of hair that surrounded each nipple before traveling down his chest. She loved the pale smoothness of his skin, and the way that it covered his slender, yet muscular frame. His build reminded her of a cycler or runner.

‘And he certainly has the stamina for one’, Hermione laughed to herself. The thought was so funny and delicious, that she could not contain the shaking of her shoulders.

“Do I amuse you?” growled a voice above her as Severus tightened his arms around her, bringing her even closer to him.

“Oh, I don’t think that amuse is the word that I would use to describe how you make me feel.”

“What word would you use?”

“Incredible, wonderful, desirable, thoroughly shagged”, Hermione answered with a pinch to his bum. “Any of those will do.”

“Indeed”, he answered, bringing his lips down to meet hers in a soft, exploring kiss. He moved his hand to cover hers as it rested at his hip, pushing it lower to press him against her. She felt the now familiar stirring of his cock as he reacted to their passionate embrace.

“You cannot possibly go again”, Hermione breathed as she pulled her mouth away to run her lips over his chest, finding his tight nipple and tonguing it to a hard point.

“Oh yes I can”, he answered with a trace of pride. “There is something about you, little witch, and I cannot get enough!”

Hermione gave a little squeak as he turned them both so that she was draped across his body. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head up a little roughly so that he could look her in the eye. Her head tingled where he pulled her hair, the slight pain only adding to her arousal. When she met his eyes, Hermione saw the man that she was more familiar with from her school days. Her pussy leaked with want for this dark man. Gone was the tender lover from the night before.

“Listen to me very carefully”, Severus said. “I have been very gentle with you, and I know that you loved every minute of it. But, that was for you. This time, this time is for me! And I know that you are going to love this just as much, maybe even more. I can feel your juices dripping all over me. You want this; you want me to control you”. He tightened his hold of her hair just a little more. “Answer me!” he almost snarled.

If Hermione thought that he was sexy before, that was nothing to how he was making her feel now.

“Yes! Gods, yes!” Hermione finally replied with a hoarse whisper.

“I am going to tell you exactly what to do”, Severus continued, “and you are going to do exactly what I say. If you do not, there will be punishment. Is that clear?”

Hermione nodded, unable to speak. He gave her hair another yank.

“What was that? I did not hear you”.

“Yes”, she whispered.

Another yank. “Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Very good. I will let that go this time, but in future when I ask you a question, I expect, no demand an answer”.

“Yes, sir. I will make sure that it never happens again”.

“That is my good little witch”, he replied with that trademark smirk. “Place your knees on either side of my hips, but do not let any part of you touch my cock”.

Hermione moved carefully, almost shaking with her excitement at where this might be going. She managed to avoid brushing against his straining erection, barely.

“I want to watch you play with your tits. Caress them; rub them; pull on your nipples. Make them hard”.

Hermione complied, any shyness at doing this in front of him lost in her excitement.

“I love your big, soft breasts. They are beautiful. And your nipples are delicious. You should taste yourself. In fact, do it now. Bring one of those nipples to your mouth; run your tongue all over it”. Snape was glad that her breasts were large enough for to her comply with his demands. He loved watching her play with herself.

“Now, I want to watch you play with your clit. Touch yourself for me.”

Hermione shuddered at the command. It was one thing when she did this in front of him because it was her choice, but to be commanded to do it sent her feelings spiralling to an entirely new level. She brought a hand down to her weeping lips, and started to rub and flick the hyper sensitive bud. She was only seconds away from another explosive climax when Severus grabbed her hand, stilling her movements.

“Stop!” he commanded with a brusque tone. “You are not to come until I say you can. I want you to crouch on your feet above me, and do not move no matter what I do!” She shifted into the position, wondering in her innocence what he might be planning. With one smooth thrust, he sheathed himself inside her tight, hot channel completely, savouring the intense tightness that was uniquely her.

When she moved to meet his thrust, he shocked her with a sharp smack to her bottom. Her body answered with another gush against his straining cock. Hermione fleetingly wondered what that mean about her sexual proclivities.

“I told you not to move,” he ground out. “Stay still or I will give you a proper spanking.”

“Yes sir,” Hermione whispered.

It became a kind of torture, with Severus taking all control of their lovemaking, forcing Hermione to remain still while he thrust in and out. She was hovering right on that edge of her release, but held on; wanting to obey the command he had given her.

Severus sneered inwardly as he watched Hermione struggle to control herself. This was real power he thought. To take her to the edge, and then make her stop. It was time to up the ante, and see how much torture she could withstand.

“Does it feel good?” Severus purred. “Does it feel good to have my cock ramming in to your pussy? Do you want to touch yourself? Do you want to come all over me?”

“That’s not fair,” she whimpered. “This is torture! Please, let me come, please?”

“Well, since you are begging and I love the sound of you begging, alright. You can come.”

And she did, her body shaking through her orgasm. Severus reached out and pulled her down to his chest, gentling his thrusts, whispering endearments in her ear, letting her know how she made him feel.

This shift from aggressor back to the gentle lover from the night before shocked her system, and as he continued to push into her now soaking folds, Hermione was stunned as her body peaked yet again, this time taking Severus with her. His movements became erratic as he emptied himself inside her.

She was still shuddering, sprawled in top of his sweat soaked body. Severus shifted so that he could lay her on the bed, and got up, moving towards the washroom. It was a sign of how worn out she was that her only protest to his exit was a soft whimper.

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Hermione had fallen asleep almost before Severus had left. The next thing she knew, a pair of strong arms were lifting her against an equally strong chest.

“Wha...where...what’s going on?” Severus could only smile at her confusion.

“I am going to clean you off. As much as I love you smelling like sex and covered with my seed, we will both be much more comfortable after a bath.” Gently, he set her down in to the huge tub filled with softly lavender scented water.

They rested together for a few moments, neither one saying anything, simply enjoying the warmth of the water sinking into their strained muscles. Severus was glad that he had thought to give her the potion. She would have been very uncomfortable without it, especially considering that it was her first time.

With a soft sigh, Hermione leaned back against him, nuzzling her head under his chin. This had been the most incredible night of her life. She remembered stories that other girls had told her about their first time, and none of those even came close to what she experienced with Severus. He was so skilled, yet thoughtful; kind yet forceful and commanding. It was almost like having more than one lover. She was not sure where this might be going, but if she could have this with him, it would make her first year as a professor at Hogwart’s even better than she could have imagined.

“Severus,” she whispered.

“Yes,” he replied, rubbing his cheek softly against the top of her head.

“Thank you for making tmy first time such a wonderful experience.”

“It was entirely my pleasure,” he responded softly.

“And thank you for thinking of giving me the contraception potion. I am a little embarrassed to say that it never crossed my mind”.

Hermione was so sleepy and relaxed that she did not notice the abrupt stiffening of the man beneath her. His years of spy work helped him yet again. His rigidity only lasted for a moment, although his mind was still racing with the possible implications.

“You are welcome”. There was no way that he was going to tell her until he had more time to contemplate what had happened. The lavender coloured potion he provided was meant to help her, but not in the way that she thought. The potion was meant for a woman’s first time, to alleviate any pain or lingering discomfort; a recipe passed down in pure blood families, where arranged marriages often meant that the bride was less than willing, and her pain could be substantial. A potion from pure blood families that was also used to help encourage conception.

It was not a contraception potion, and had no such abilities. The thought of protecting Hermione from pregnancy had not even crossed his mind, but it certainly did now.