Payback is a Witch

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Chapter 15 ~ A Heated Start

In fact, Hermione's pulsing increased when the Potions Master placed the salve on the nightstand. It also became somewhat…sharper, more intense. Severus paused for a moment, looking at the witch. Hermione was looking at the jar of salve, her breathing increasing noticably before she looked at him, slightly flushed.

"She wants me to fuck her in the ass. Her dark side ignited the moment she saw the salve," the wizard thought, his eyes hooding a bit.

It seemed he would have to meet her darker needs first. Well, he could do that. He hadn't had a good blowjob in a while. She wanted to be dominated? He'd oblige her, then he'd give her what she craved.

"Undress," Severus said to the witch, opening his robes and sliding them off. He tossed them over to the wooden chair sitting against the wall. "Or would you rather I undressed you?"

Severus was working on his cuffs now and his trousers were extremely tented. If the wizard thought he might have lost his fire for witches, he had been terribly, terribly wrong. His eyes fell on Hermione's mouth, and he remembered her sucking his cock seven years ago. He had taught her what to do New Year's Eve, and the witch didn't forget. She had been delicious.

In answer, Hermione pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing her full breasts encased in a white cotton bra. Severus' eyes glittered as he quickly unfastened his shirt buttons. Hermione's eyes seemed unable to decide what she wanted to look at…his pale chest and ribbed abdomen or the enormous tent in his trousers. Her eyes flicked back and forth, the pulsing of her dark desire increasing.

"Do you remember how to give a decent blowjob, witch?" Severus asked her, taking off his shirt, his lean, muscular torso visible. The pulse that hit him felt strong enough to knock him back several feet. His nostrils flared.

"Would it matter to you if I didn't?" Hermione asked sarcastically.

"Not really," Severus replied, feeding her masochism. "I'd shove my cock between your sweet little lips anyway. It's like riding a broom, witch. Once you latch on it will all come back to you."

Hermione released a gush of fluid as Severus undid his trousers. The wizard then sat on the edge of the bed and removed his boots and socks. He could feel her body's every response…and it was a heady secret. Knowing the witch wanted to blow him and get reamed by him was a real turn on for the wizard. It was the first time he really knew a witch wanted to perform these acts for him. Other witches had done it, but he was never sure if it was because they wanted to or because he expected it of them. Hermione wanted to do it.

Severus wished Hermione would tell him how she felt. It would be a turn on to hear such a dirty admission from the witch's lips…but that wouldn't happen. He was the monster, the bad guy, the wizard who made her do all kinds of sexual acts for his own selfish pleasure. Oh well. Up to this point, he had been. True, he did still have his own agenda, but this encounter was going to be very different than any sex he had before. After the domination, that is.

Severus stood up and pulled down his trousers, stepping out of them and sending them sailing to the chair as well. Hermione was in her white cotton knickers now. She started to take them off.

"Leave them on," Severus said, sitting back down on the bed in his silk boxers, his legs parted. Hermione looked luscious standing there bare breasted, trying to hide her excitement. Time to feed her need.

Severus looked down at his tented boxers, then at the witch.

"You know what I want," he said to Hermione.

The witch did her best to look reluctant, but Severus felt the strong pulse of lust her body gave off. He decided to be even more dominant as Hermione started to walk toward him.

"No," he said, holding up one pale hand. The witch stopped.

"Get on your hands and knees," he said, his black eyes glinting as his cock throbbed.

Hermione looked at him as if he were crazy.

"My hands and knees? I won't," she said defiantly, but the signals her body was sending him were off the charts.

"Either you do it, or I will force you down myself," he said. The wizard meant it too.

Severus drew a deep breath as Hermione's desire blasted over him hot as dragon's breath. Damn, there had to be a way to tone his reception of her responses down. He'd figure it out later. Hermione slowly and insolently dropped to her hands and knees, her amber eyes narrowed as if she were angry. Severus knew she wasn't.

"Now, witch…come over here," he breathed. "Right between my legs."

Severus purposely didn't tell her to crawl, but Hermione knew what he expected her to do. He wanted to feed her need to be subjugated, but not degrade her verbally in the process. He still had to make an emotional connection to her after this.

Hermione slowly crawled the several feet, moving her body between his legs. The wizard's cock throbbed powerfully as the witch obeyed him. Oh gods, this was good and she hadn't even touched him yet.

"Rise up on your knees," he ordered her, falling back on his elbows. Hermione obeyed him, resting on her knees between his legs, his silk boxers tented before her.

"Unveil what will undoubtedly be the source of your pleasure tonight witch," Severus said, thrusting his hips a bit.

"You like ordering me about," Hermione said in a husky voice. She was doing a terrible job of hiding her desire, much to Severus' appreciation.

"Yes I do. Now unveil my cock, witch," the wizard replied with an impatient snarl.

Hermione looked up into the wizard's glittering eyes for a moment, then slowly raised her hands and caught hold of the elastic band of his black silk boxers. She reflexively licked her lips, causing Severus to buck a bit in reaction, then she lifted the fabric high and drew it down, revealing his thick, pulsing organ. Now it was Hermione's eyes that glittered as she looked at the wizard's leaking cock. Severus could feel her lust pouring over him as she looked at the tool she had owned and enjoyed for a month, the appendage that for an eternal moment, let her experience what it was intimately like to be a wizard in the throes of passion. It was such a strong, delicate, sensitive organ.

Severus groaned as her need washed over him.

"I expect you to do more than look, witch," he said to her hoarsely. He shuddered as he felt her hand grasp the base of him, and her soft, warm mouth enclose the throbbing head.

"Yessss," Severus hissed as she applied suction, his loins shuddering in pleasure as Hermione began to lick him as if he were a lusciously flavored lollipop, covering every inch of flesh, her soft tongue washing over his shaft, wetting him and leaving his flesh glistening with her saliva. The witch grasped him with both hands and began working them up and down his length, her mouth once again covering the head of his cock, sucking and rolling her tongue around the head and under the flange deliciously.

"Oh dear gods," Severus groaned as he watched her work.

Hermione was dripping as she attacked the Potions Master's tool, remembering how sensitive it was, how easily it responded to the slightest stimulus. She knew how to handle it, because she had handled it, and was determined to make the wizard go out of his mind with pleasure if she could. She was no longer the naïve witch he had tricked into his bed years ago. Hermione had experience, and she'd be damned if he didn't recognize just how much she'd grown. She nibbled on his shaft like an ear of corn and the Potions Master jerked and cursed as her teeth and lips moved over his cock hungrily before returning to his head and sucking deeply.

"Fuck!" he hissed, sitting up and wrapping his fist in the witch's hair. "Swallow me," he demanded hoarsely, dragging her over his cock now, thrusting into her mouth lustfully. Hermione couldn't swallow him, but returned her hands to his thick shaft and caressed it as she bobbed over the swollen head, dragging her lips and making loud sucking noises that made the wizard go wild.

Gods damn Hermione was exquisite.

Severus felt the familiar tightening and yanked his cock from the witch's mouth. He had to drag her back by her hair, she was so intent on finishing him. He jerked her head back so her hot eyes met his.

"You're wanton," he said to her breathlessly, then stood up and stepped over her. Hermione turned.

"Stay right where you are, witch," he breathed as he picked up the jar of salve and opened it.

Hermione remained on her knees as her ass wriggled reflexively.

Severus tugged his silk boxers down around his thighs and generously covered his throbbing cock with salve, his eyes on Hermione as he did so. The witch was kneeling over the bed in the perfect position to have her ass penetrated, her forehead resting on the mattress submissively. The pulses he received from her were sharp and hungry. Dark. Severus almost drooled on himself as he knelt behind her and pulled down her white knickers, spreading her cheeks and looking at her little puckerhole. He knew he wasn't the first wizard to take her this way, but it was his first time, and that made it special enough.

Severus slid his salve-coated hand between Hermione's cheeks and heard the witch hiss, her body jerking at the contact as the cold salve came in contact with her flesh.. Time to feed her dark nature a little more.

Severus stood up, hearing Hermione's gasp as he moved away from her to retrieve his wand from his discarded robes pocket. He returned to her quickly, kneeling and pressing the tip against her rectum and muttering a cleansing spell. Hermione writhed for a moment as it took effect, then stilled, panting heavily.

"The first thing I thought when you switched our bodies witch, was that I should fuck you in the ass for it. Finally, I get my chance," he breathed. "I want you to know, witch, this is personal…for my vengeance and my own selfish pleasure"

Again he felt Hermione's lust burst over him…and this time it almost felt like needles pricking his skin. She wanted to be punished. Well, he would take what he needed. Most likely there would be some pain, but nothing like she expected…again, Severus was thinking of the connection he needed to make. He didn't want to break the witch this way. Yet…that didn't stop him from thrusting hard and sinking into her tightness hungrily, the witch crying out as he burrowed deep into her ass, wrapping her around his thickness and plunging through her forcefully.

Hermione cried out, her pulse of darkness egging the wizard on as he pulled back from her tightness and buried himself inside her again, deeper this time, grasping her waist and pulling her back as he drove into her.

"Severus!" the witch shrieked.

"That's my name," he assured her as he pulled back and plunged into her ass again.

"This isn't a needle, witch…but I'm sure you feel my sting," he gasped at her, finding his rhythm and hitting Hermione with a steady stroke, the witch crying out as he filled her over and over. "There's no switching here. I'm going to fuck your sweet ass until I'm satisfied."

Hermione choked as Severus hit her extra hard to drive his point home, his shaft caressed by her tight sphincter muscles as they tried to expel him, only increasing his pleasure as he bounced off her soft ass. Gods, the bliss was overwhelming.

"Who's the man?" he demanded of Hermione, who could only cry out. "Who's the man, witch?" he asked her again, speeding up now, ramming his cock into her ass with abandon, watching his cock slide between her jiggling cheeks.

"Who's the man, Hermione?" he cried, really putting it to the witch.

"YOU! YOU SEVERUS!" Hermione screeched as the Potions Master lunged so deep he drove the breath from her body.

"Yessss. You know that, don't you?" he breathed, pistoning into her hungrily, grasping Hermione's shoulders now, pulling her into his stroke until she keened long and loud, orgasming. He felt her pulsing and continued to fuck her for a good while before he let go, groaning as he filled her ass with come, shuddering and falling over her back, burying himself in her ass up to his balls.

"I'm the man!" he gasped, thrusting slightly as the heat of his release washed back over him, the witch's back quivering under his chest. "You know that, don't you witch?"

Hermione whimpered, overcome by her release and his ardor.

"That's just what I thought you'd say," Severus hissed, pulling out of her with a pop, his deflating organ resting sated against his thigh.

He wouldn't need it for a while.

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A/N: Woo hoo! I don't know what kind of note to leave right now. Please review.