Something Much Darker II

Several hours later, Severus smirked as Hermione crawled towards the other side of the bed, and grasped her ankles to pull her back to him, much like a spider with a fly. He had promised her that she would crawl away from him after all. Though it had taken much longer than he thought, nearly 4 hours of her being fucked with only short breaks after each of his orgasms…and he had lost count of hers. She struggled weakly as he covered her again; but it was reflex. She was still as aroused as ever, her pussy just as wet, wetter since his cum as well as hers was now dripping out of it. But her young body, unused to sex, was urging her to get away, to recuperate for a while. Not bloody likely, he had 2 long weeks of yearning for her to make up for.

But as he positioned his cock to enter her again, she began to sob, and her tears cleared his head like a blow to the face. The fog of black lust that had controlled his mind and body for the past hours fell away and his better nature reasserted itself. “Hermione?” he said anxiously.

“I’m sorry, Severus,” she said through her tears. “I want to go on, I do, I still want you so much. It just hurts…I’m so sore…down there.”

“Of course you are. Forgive me, love.” He pushed himself off her and got out of bed. “Just lie back and relax. I will return soon.” Severus began to dress.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“To my classroom to fetch something that will make you and your little pussy feel better,” he said smiling, amused at the blush that stained her cheeks. That she could still be made to blush after everything he had done to her today, all the dirty words he had whispered to her, and made her whisper to him! She truly was a treasure.

Hermione watched as Severus left his room, closing the door behind him. Then she turned over, wincing at the aches on the inside of her thighs and the sharper pains in her sex. Damn, but he had been insatiable she thought, and smiled. Even with the pain she was feeling, her only regret was that her body had forced her to call a halt to their lovemaking. Still smiling, she drifted into an exhausted sleep.

That was how Snape found her when he re-entered the room with a bottle of healing potion and a vial of cream that would soothe the rawness between her legs. Portrait of a woman well fucked he thought, and chuckled softly. He lay the bottles down on the end of the bed and went to her. Gently he rolled her over onto her back and spread her legs. He gasped at the dark bruises forming on her inner thighs, caused by her being unused to a man’s hips pounding away between her legs. Her pussy lips were swollen and raw from the unaccustomed activity as well as still damp with their mingled fluids.

She looks like a Revel victim he thought, angry with himself. But unlike those poor creatures, he could actually ease this woman’s pain. He touched her slit gently, and she made a hurt, protesting noise. Very well, then. He drew his wand and murmured a spell that sent her into a deeper sleep. When he touched her again, she didn’t react, and he nodded, satisfied. He went into his bathroom, drawling a bowl of warm water and getting a soft cloth. Soap would cause more irritation, so he cast Scourgify before gently wiping her pussy with the soothing water. He didn’t want to wake her to drink the healing potion; she could take it when she awoke. Severus contented himself with smoothing the cream over her bruises and her battered cunt, watching with satisfaction as the marks faded, the swelling subsided.

However, something else had swollen while he was tending to her. His cock had hardened from touching her and now strained uncomfortably against his trousers, as if trying to break free and get to Hermione. “No,” he said, looking into his lap. “You’ve had enough of her tonight.” Severus shook his head. She’s driven me mad, he thought. Since when to I speak to my cock? It remained good advice, however. Hermione needed rest and he would not fuck her again until she healed. He could jerk himself off if he needed relief that badly—he just hoped she was a fast healer. Tenderly he drew the covers over her.

Just as he prepared to undress, he heard a knock at his door. He spun around and stared at it until another, more persistent knock came. If that’s McGonagall, I will stun her this time, he thought. He strode to the door. “Who is it?” he asked.

“It’s Albus,” came the answer.

Shit. Severus opened the door a crack and peered at the headmaster with a questioning look.

“Ah, Severus. It seems that Minerva has misplaced one of her students. You haven’t seen a stray Gryffindor about, have you?”

Coming to a sudden decision, Severus swung the door wide and gestured toward the bed. Dumbledore saw the unmistakable bushy brown hair of Miss Granger resting on the pillow, one bare shoulder showing above the bedclothes.

When he looked back at the Potions Master, his expression was solemn, but his eyes twinkled with mirth. “Well, Severus, my boy. Minerva is going to want to murder you. Miss Granger is her darling, after all.”

“No,” Snape replied, “Hermione is my darling.”