Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

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Chapter 15 ~ Level Two

Severus lay in his four-poster reviewing his meeting with Hermione and wondering how she would react when she saw her deflowerment in the pensieve. The witch would be in for quite a shock, he was sure. She'd see he hadn't been the lecherous monster she had most likely envisioned over the years.

Hermione had been very sweet that night. He had never had a woman who was so attracted to him simply because he was who he was. Galleons, or his position in the ranks of the Dark Lord attracted most.

She had called him beautiful that night. And meant it as far as he could tell.

The wizard frowned.

She didn't find him quite so beautiful the next morning when she woke up next to him. She yelled at him, accusing him of taking advantage of her and calling him names. He smirked at the difference between the Hermione of the night before and the Hermione in the light of day as she screamed at him.

His final thought as he left the distraught witch at the Three Broomsticks was, women were all fickle bitches. The whole lot of them.

So he wasn't feeling particularly kind toward the witch when she showed up pregnant. This made it easier to do what he had to do, and gave him a sense of satisfaction after she treated him so badly. If she hadn't acted so enamored of him, it might not have bothered him to be so blatantly rejected. He had no further designs on the witch, but he thought they might part amicably considering he had taken her virginity.

"Well," he thought as he stared up at the ceiling, "At least the witch will see she wanted me to take what she gave me that night. I imagine it won't be the closure she imagined it would be."

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Severus was quite right. The pensieve had lost its fire as far as closure was concerned for the witch. Something else had opened up. Something that Hermione never wanted to feel again. Desire for the wizard. Desire for the man who had walked away from his responsibilities without looking back once.

But what a desire it was. Nothing like what she felt for Justice. Hermione was drawn to the Auror, and there was a strong feeling of attraction for the wizard. With Justice, sex was more of a showing of affection, a kind of giving in because she knew he wanted to be closer to her. His kisses and touches were pleasant, and his sex was good, but she had never felt such a burning hunger inside her as she did now.

Hermione sat back up, then pulled off her sticky nightgown and took a deep breath. That had been some orgasm…and it was brought on just by the thought of feeling Severus Snape fuck her.

Hermione shook her head. She never knew she was so wanton. Didn't she have any self-respect? Any pride? Any control? Here she was, naked in her bed, creaming herself over the idea of surrendering to a man who turned his back on her and his own son. The witch mentally browbeat herself for a moment. If she had even an ounce of respect for herself, she would destroy the pensieve, rather than give in to her body's urges and go through her deflowerment again

But the thought of the Potions Master on top of her…inside of her…dear gods…

Hermione knew what it was that was dragging her back. It was the promise of the fulfillment of a fantasy, just as the wizard had said. She had spent over two years dreaming about Severus possessing her, and she had never experienced it although he deflowered her.

Could it be, somewhere deep inside she felt cheated?

Oh. That was too sick.

But Severus had been the only wizard she ever wanted that way, the only man she could imagine surrendering her body to for his and her pleasure.

There were other wizards nicer, handsomer and closer to her own age that should have been suitable. But no, she wanted the wizard that she could never please, who took pleasure in giving her a hard time, who made her fight for every mark.

She wanted the wizard who was sarcastic, untouchable, unfeeling, whose black eyes gazed right through her, his sensual lips twisted with disdain. She wanted the wizard who came back from Voldemort broken, near death and who recovered to return to the despot, to be broken again for the sake of a wizarding world that didn't care if he lived or died.

She wanted a wizard that seemed destined to always be out of her reach.

And she wanted him to want her just as badly.

Now he was there, in the pensieve…waiting to take her.

Hermione stared at the bowl, shivered, then once again stuck her finger in it.

"Level two," she breathed.

Hermione was immediately aware of three things. Her entire body aflame, finding it hard to catch her breath and the Potions Master's soft mouth moving over her breasts, his hair dragging across her skin.

"Oh my gods," she sobbed as the wizard's tongue swirled over her nipple.

Hermione could smell the scent of arousal, sandalwood and firewhiskey. Severus' mouth moved up her chest, over her throat and chin, his lips covering every bit of flesh before crashing over her mouth, his tongue wrapping around hers hungrily, his hands all over her body. She could hardly think.

The wizard stopped kissing her, his black eyes blazing down at her before he lifted her and walked toward the end of the bed, falling into it with her, their legs hanging off the edge as he began kissing her again, his body slowly sliding down as his mouth moved over her throat and shoulders, his hands caressing her hips and thighs as he found her breasts again, then moved lower over her belly, approaching her core.

Hermione was writhing and arching, every place his lips touched, smoldering, wanting extinguishing.

"You feel so good…this…this feels so good," she gasped at the wizard, who was kissing around her thighs now, teasing her as Hermione's hands locked in his hair. She felt him stop, and his hands on her thighs, pushing them open and upward, then his mouth, so soft and hot, kissing her labia, and she buckled. She felt his fingers part her, then she shrieked as he licked her, his tongue dragging over her clit.

She heard him growl, and he held her firmly as he began licking and sucking on her pussy in earnest. She felt his finger flick over her clit, then moved downward. He poked her…and suddenly, all activity stopped cold.

The Potions Master raised his head at the same moment Hermione raised hers to see what was wrong. He had a strange look on his face. He suddenly released her and stood.

"No!" she cried, stretching her arms out toward him.

Severus' eyes slowly traveled up her body. His erection was immense. Then he walked around the side of the bed, caught hold of her arm and pulled her upward until the witch's head rested on the pillow. Then he climbed back into the bed, rolling on top of her and looking down at her face, that strange expression still evident.

"Hermione…" he said hoarsely…but he never finished what he was about to say.

Suddenly he shifted up, and Hermione could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her core. He reached down and slid it back and forth over her soft inner skin, the thick head parting her folds and stimulating her clit, making her arch up and cry out desperately, achingly…she had never known he would feel like this or make her feel like this. It was as if the hunger of her fantasies increased a thousand-fold. She could only begin to describe what felt like tongues of fire licking her lower belly and between her thighs.

"Please," she panted up at the wizard, who watched her silently as she responded to him, his nostrils flared, his lip caught between his teeth.

Severus shifted again against the undulating witch, breathing hard now, and Hermione felt him position the head of his cock securely against her. The wizard raised himself up on his hands, his hair framing his pale face as he looked down on her, his eyes intense, focused as he waited for her to calm.

"Be still, Hermione," he said in a low, soothing, coaxing voice. "Easy, witch. Easy."

Hermione, wanting to listen to him, slowed her body's motions as best she could, but she felt so hot inside. So needy.

"Severus…Severus, I want…gods…I want," she said to the wizard, who shuddered slightly. She felt his loins resting against her, warm, heavy, his cock pressing against her and she ached for him to do something…anything.

"I know what you want," he replied softly. "Shhhh."

Hermione stilled. They stared at each other, witch and wizard, poised for consummation, for connection.

"You're beautiful," Severus whispered down at her. "I never once realized how beautiful you are."

Suddenly Severus pulled back and thrust into her quickly, and the witch screamed as he tore through her hymen and filled her with the sweetest, hottest, hardest most enormous fullness she could ever have imagined, the wizard sliding the full length of his cock inside her tightness, groaning and holding very still, wrapped in her heat, pulsing.

Hermione could feel tears sliding down the sides of her face. Severus' penetration had hurt, but she felt him buried inside her, his body nestled between her thighs, her body breeched and stretched around him. He was part of her now. Slowly, the wizard drew back, then slid inside her again, groaning louder. Oh that felt so good, that hardness sliding through her.

"Again," she breathed.

Severus began to fuck her, slowly and gently at first, the witch thrusting her hips up at him frantically, and out of synch. The wizard stopped and Hermione let out a choked cry.

"Slowly," he breathed. "Push up when I push down, pull back when I pull back. You'll feel what you want to feel."

He thrust into her again, and Hermione met him and felt a little, delicious sting as he hit bottom when he slid through her heat. She let out a little cry and pulled back as he did. He stroked her again, and she met him…the sting a bit harder, and more delicious.

"Yes, that's it witch," the Potions Master growled, starting to move faster, his face contorting as he did so.

Severus began to jerk her body as he fucked her, his sting becoming a delicious ache inside Hermione, an ache she wanted to last forever as he thrust deep inside her, his cock parting her over and over, the wizard throwing his head back, his hips rising and falling rhythmically, faster and harder as he lost himself in her.

Hermione let go, opening her body and her soul to the wizard claiming her body, driving into her wetness and her need, feeding her desire for his body generously, filling her over and over with his flesh and his lust. Severus hissed his pleasure as he accepted the witch's gift hungrily, dropping and locking his mouth to hers. Severus' pale form rippled over Hermione's body as her hands clutched at his back and pistoning ass, the witch crying out against his lips, her legs wrapping around his undulating body and pulling him closer.

When he felt her legs encircle him Severus began to pound Hermione, and she loved every harsh, lustful penetration. This was what she had wanted since she was old enough to want. The Potions Master taking her insatiably, totally, unmercifully, fulfilling her fantasy with the strength of his body. He was no longer cold, but hot, burning, raging and all consuming, and she had never known any possession like his possession, then or now. Justice never came close to this with her…never took her to this kind of height. This was real…this was what she needed.

Then Severus stopped fucking her, Hermione gasping and begging him to continue, telling him she had never felt anything like this in her life. The wizard adjusted himself and threw Hermione's legs over his arms, spreading her thighs wide beneath him and driving back into her center.

Under the barrage of strokes, Severus' cock shifted the witch's cervix, causing Hermione to spasm, scream and burst apart as her orgasm hit her, sending her soaring, her hot, tight sleeve clutching at the wizard's shaft, her soft inner flesh seeming to melt around his hardness.

Severus, caught by surprise, cursed, stiffened, struggling to hold back before he folded and rammed his cock deep as he could inside Hermione, exploding with a cry, filling the witch with his seed as she throbbed around him. He released her legs and wrapped his arms around her quaking body, his own body jerking as he emptied every bit of semen he contained into the witch.

They lay there wrapped around each other, pulsing like human quasars, their consummation complete, Hermione feeling more connected to the wizard softening inside her than to anyone else in her life. She felt his heart pounding against her own, and listened to him try and catch his breath, his face resting against her, his hair caught between their cheeks.

Presently, he said to her, "Any regrets?"

Hermione shook her head. "No, I'll never regret this Severus."

He looked down at her as if memorizing her face and the tender look in her eyes.

"We'll see how you feel in the morning," he said quietly, withdrawing from her body and gently sliding over to lie beside her. "The beautiful things of night, Hermione, always look different by the light of day."

Hermione felt her heart catch as she met the Potions Master's eyes. They were dark and knowing, as if he foresaw what was coming.

"Withdraw," the witch breathed, her eyes glistening brightly.

She didn't want to see anymore.

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