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After the Urge is Met...
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Chapter 12 ~ After the Urge is Met…
The Professor had no mercy on the Gryffindor witch, and took her around the world, fucking her brutally for several hours, with small breaks in between. It was after one am before he finished with her. Whatever innocence Hermione arrived at the Potions Master’s study with, it was certainly gone now. The Potions Master had reamed her thoroughly on every piece of furniture in his study, as well as against several bookcases and twice on the cold stone floor. He bent and twisted her body into position after position until every muscle ached, and used every orifice for his pleasure. She had a hard time with him when he fucked her in the ass. She had to be choked and threatened into compliance twice before he attained his goal. And he had rode her like a hippogriff, gathering her long locks in his fists and using them like reins as he fucked her from behind.
When Hermione finally made it back to Gryffindor tower, the fat lady could hardly hear her speak the password, she was so hoarse from screaming
Climbing the stairs was a chore, but Hermione finally made it, opening her bedroom door and collapsing face first on her bed. She felt there was no part of her body the Potions Master didn’t know intimately, and in fact, there wasn’t. He had taken her body as if it were his own, and been completely merciless. She ached inside and out, but for the first time in her life, she felt free. Of what, she didn’t know, but her mind was clear, and the usual nagging tightness in her head was gone. Snape had brutalized her horribly, but she didn’t have a single regret. The aches she could take care of tomorrow. She’d get some healing draughts from the infirmary, come up with a feasible story as to why she needed so many. Say she was working on some project or something. No one questioned her. She was the consummate Gryffindor after all. Everybody trusted her.
Hermione rolled over to her back. She smelled like him. His scent was all over her body, all over her clothes. She felt like she belonged to him now, though it was obvious when he was done with her, he had no such inclinations. He just handed her clothes to her, watched her dress and told her good night. At least he had said that. Not once during their brutal coupling had he kissed her. But he had given her an innumerable amount of mind-blowing, toe-curling orgasms. Hermione swallowed painfully. She was thirsty as hell and her neck still hurt from him choking her. Her throat hurt as well, from screaming and having the Professor shove his cock down it so roughly.
The witch was too tired to get up and undress. Her wand was in her other robes, and the wardrobe seemed miles away. So she crawled under the covers fully dressed, and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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Snape sat naked in the armchair in front of the fireplace, sipping a firewhiskey and feeling completely relaxed and sated. His cock was a little sore, but after fucking Miss Granger the way he did, that was to be expected. He hadn’t made himself sore with a single woman in a long time. He hadn’t planned to spend so much time on the young witch, but she brought him extreme pleasure. Submissive but still stubborn enough to try to resist him, thus feeding his need for violence, yet not to the point of killing her. He sniffed the air. The whole study smelled of sex. Of her. Even the chairs. Well they would. He had fucked her in both of them. He took another sip of firewhiskey and looked down at his loins. He hadn’t scourgified himself yet. There were still a few crimson streaks of her virginal blood on his thighs, although sweat and her fluids had washed most of it away. He decided to let himself stay dirty for a while and enjoy the leftover scent of her. Well, he was sure of one thing. He had been immortalized in the mind of Miss Hermione Granger. An evil blot on that brilliant brain of hers.
The Professor wondered if she remembered what he told her about joining the Order, and if she would test Albus. That would be a blow to the old coot if she mutinied on him. Yet Snape knew the Headmaster wouldn’t let her go, and would find some way to manipulate her back under her thumb. But at least she would see, find out the old bastard wasn’t as good and kind as she believed. Maybe even realize he simply operated on another level of evil.
The Headmaster was setting him up good this time, and was partially responsible for the way he had brutalized Miss Granger. The Professor had taken out his frustration on her as well as his lust. Knowing she was Albus’ ‘Princess’ had made him more determined to turn her out completely. Now Miss Granger was no little girl anymore, and not just because of her age. She had acquired carnal knowledge in spades tonight, and actually took it rather well. She had cried a few times, but he was hurting her, so that was to be expected. But even though she cried, she never begged him to stop and that had been pretty impressive. Her masochism must run very deep.
Snape hoped that in the morning when she came to breakfast, she’d evidence some sign of the night she had spent with him, something obvious that would piss Albus off. Miss Granger had been walking like an old bowlegged woman when she left him and he was sure she’d be extremely stiff in the morning. He worked out everyday, and his own muscles were a bit sore. She had bruises around her neck, and a couple of small bites on parts of her body no one would see, but she would probably cover those up with a glamour spell, otherwise there would be too many questions. She surely wouldn’t tell anyone she had been choked while getting fucked by her Potions teacher. It would be a toss up for which would be perceived as more horrible. Her being choked by him, or being fucked by him. What an uproar that would cause.
Snape yawned.
It would be interesting to see how she reacted to him in Potions class tomorrow. He imagined she would do a decent job of trying to pretend nothing happened between them. He wouldn’t have a problem. He had fucked plenty of women who he totally ignored afterwards. Miss Granger would be just the same.
The Potions Master finished his firewhiskey, then rose and stretched, the fire painting his pale body in rich flickering tones. Feeling pretty good about himself, Snape retired to his bedroom, where he too had a dreamless night.
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A/N: I am trying to decide whether or not to continue this story or end it here. Albus is pretty intriguing, and it’s tempting to explore if Hermione will turn off to the Headmaster and rebel against everything she’s been taught to believe. Decisions, decisions. This was meant to be a PWP. Sigh. Well please review and share your thoughts. Thanks.
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Chapter 12 ~ After the Urge is Met…
The Professor had no mercy on the Gryffindor witch, and took her around the world, fucking her brutally for several hours, with small breaks in between. It was after one am before he finished with her. Whatever innocence Hermione arrived at the Potions Master’s study with, it was certainly gone now. The Potions Master had reamed her thoroughly on every piece of furniture in his study, as well as against several bookcases and twice on the cold stone floor. He bent and twisted her body into position after position until every muscle ached, and used every orifice for his pleasure. She had a hard time with him when he fucked her in the ass. She had to be choked and threatened into compliance twice before he attained his goal. And he had rode her like a hippogriff, gathering her long locks in his fists and using them like reins as he fucked her from behind.
When Hermione finally made it back to Gryffindor tower, the fat lady could hardly hear her speak the password, she was so hoarse from screaming
Climbing the stairs was a chore, but Hermione finally made it, opening her bedroom door and collapsing face first on her bed. She felt there was no part of her body the Potions Master didn’t know intimately, and in fact, there wasn’t. He had taken her body as if it were his own, and been completely merciless. She ached inside and out, but for the first time in her life, she felt free. Of what, she didn’t know, but her mind was clear, and the usual nagging tightness in her head was gone. Snape had brutalized her horribly, but she didn’t have a single regret. The aches she could take care of tomorrow. She’d get some healing draughts from the infirmary, come up with a feasible story as to why she needed so many. Say she was working on some project or something. No one questioned her. She was the consummate Gryffindor after all. Everybody trusted her.
Hermione rolled over to her back. She smelled like him. His scent was all over her body, all over her clothes. She felt like she belonged to him now, though it was obvious when he was done with her, he had no such inclinations. He just handed her clothes to her, watched her dress and told her good night. At least he had said that. Not once during their brutal coupling had he kissed her. But he had given her an innumerable amount of mind-blowing, toe-curling orgasms. Hermione swallowed painfully. She was thirsty as hell and her neck still hurt from him choking her. Her throat hurt as well, from screaming and having the Professor shove his cock down it so roughly.
The witch was too tired to get up and undress. Her wand was in her other robes, and the wardrobe seemed miles away. So she crawled under the covers fully dressed, and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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Snape sat naked in the armchair in front of the fireplace, sipping a firewhiskey and feeling completely relaxed and sated. His cock was a little sore, but after fucking Miss Granger the way he did, that was to be expected. He hadn’t made himself sore with a single woman in a long time. He hadn’t planned to spend so much time on the young witch, but she brought him extreme pleasure. Submissive but still stubborn enough to try to resist him, thus feeding his need for violence, yet not to the point of killing her. He sniffed the air. The whole study smelled of sex. Of her. Even the chairs. Well they would. He had fucked her in both of them. He took another sip of firewhiskey and looked down at his loins. He hadn’t scourgified himself yet. There were still a few crimson streaks of her virginal blood on his thighs, although sweat and her fluids had washed most of it away. He decided to let himself stay dirty for a while and enjoy the leftover scent of her. Well, he was sure of one thing. He had been immortalized in the mind of Miss Hermione Granger. An evil blot on that brilliant brain of hers.
The Professor wondered if she remembered what he told her about joining the Order, and if she would test Albus. That would be a blow to the old coot if she mutinied on him. Yet Snape knew the Headmaster wouldn’t let her go, and would find some way to manipulate her back under her thumb. But at least she would see, find out the old bastard wasn’t as good and kind as she believed. Maybe even realize he simply operated on another level of evil.
The Headmaster was setting him up good this time, and was partially responsible for the way he had brutalized Miss Granger. The Professor had taken out his frustration on her as well as his lust. Knowing she was Albus’ ‘Princess’ had made him more determined to turn her out completely. Now Miss Granger was no little girl anymore, and not just because of her age. She had acquired carnal knowledge in spades tonight, and actually took it rather well. She had cried a few times, but he was hurting her, so that was to be expected. But even though she cried, she never begged him to stop and that had been pretty impressive. Her masochism must run very deep.
Snape hoped that in the morning when she came to breakfast, she’d evidence some sign of the night she had spent with him, something obvious that would piss Albus off. Miss Granger had been walking like an old bowlegged woman when she left him and he was sure she’d be extremely stiff in the morning. He worked out everyday, and his own muscles were a bit sore. She had bruises around her neck, and a couple of small bites on parts of her body no one would see, but she would probably cover those up with a glamour spell, otherwise there would be too many questions. She surely wouldn’t tell anyone she had been choked while getting fucked by her Potions teacher. It would be a toss up for which would be perceived as more horrible. Her being choked by him, or being fucked by him. What an uproar that would cause.
Snape yawned.
It would be interesting to see how she reacted to him in Potions class tomorrow. He imagined she would do a decent job of trying to pretend nothing happened between them. He wouldn’t have a problem. He had fucked plenty of women who he totally ignored afterwards. Miss Granger would be just the same.
The Potions Master finished his firewhiskey, then rose and stretched, the fire painting his pale body in rich flickering tones. Feeling pretty good about himself, Snape retired to his bedroom, where he too had a dreamless night.
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A/N: I am trying to decide whether or not to continue this story or end it here. Albus is pretty intriguing, and it’s tempting to explore if Hermione will turn off to the Headmaster and rebel against everything she’s been taught to believe. Decisions, decisions. This was meant to be a PWP. Sigh. Well please review and share your thoughts. Thanks.