Hard Times for Severus Snape - (Editing)

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Chapter 17 ~ Functioning in the Face of Dysfunction

Severus stripped off his robes, revealing he wore only his trademark black silk boxers beneath. Hermione's eyes lingered over his strong, pale chest and rippled belly. The wizard didn't seem to have an ounce of fat on him anywhere. She slowly slipped her robes off, noting how the Professor's eyes looked at her white dress approvingly.

White, Hermione?" he asked her, a slight chuckle in his voice although his eyes glittered.

"Would you prefer me in red, Severus?" the witch asked him, toeing off one sandal then the other. She teased one strap off her shoulder, revealing the thin Slytherin green strap of her bra underneath, "Or would you prefer me in nothing at all?" She slipped the bra strap down too.

The Professor didn't reply. He simply watched as she teasingly slipped the straps down off the slope of her other shoulder, then caught the top of the dress and slowly slid it down over her bra clad breasts, her flat belly, over her hips, revealing the lacy green knickers, then down her thighs, over her calves, then stepped out of it, kicking the dress aside carelessly. She turned around and backed toward him.

"Would you unclasp me, Severus?" Hermione purred.

The Potions Master unhooked her bra, letting the straps drop as Hermione turned back around, holding the fabric to her. Severus stood watching as she slid the bra down, revealing her full breasts to him, her nipples hardened to little buds. She dropped the bra on top of the crumpled dress, then caressed her milky globes with her own hands, lifting their fullness and letting them fall, then plucking at her nipples, her eyes going half-lidded as she let out an exaggerated sigh.

Severus made a sound, his face taut.

Hermione stepped back from him, leaning forward so her breasts hung downward. She shifted a bit so they swung as she slowly removed her knickers. They were damp. She stepped out of them, and instead of dropping them onto the dress, she threw them to the Professor, who caught them and slowly brought them to his nose and breathed in. His eyes went hot as he looked at the witch. Hermione turned around and slowly bent over to pick up the dress and bra, her legs slightly apart, giving Severus a dragon's eye view of her soft ass and tantalizing vulva. She heard him hiss and smiled as she picked up her clothing and walked across the room sexily to deposit them on his chair. Suddenly she stopped and looked at the chair consideringly. She dropped the clothing back on the floor and grasped the back of the wooden chair.

The witch turned around and slowly walked back towards him, dragging the chair behind her, her hips rolling enticingly. She noticed how tight his jaw was. Hermione stood the chair in the middle of the room.

"What's that for?" Severus asked, a bit huskily.

The Potions Master might not be hard, but he was definitely turned on. Hermione did know how to be seductive. Every muscle in his lean body seemed tightened.

Hermione looked at the chair, then up at the Potions Master.

"That's for you, to help even out the height differential. I can't properly get at you the way I want if you're standing. So sit down, Severus," she said, running her finger along the seat of the chair slowly, then stepping behind it, grasping the back of it, caressing the curve of its frame slowly with her small hands.

Severus stared at the naked witch, dropped her knickers and walked forward as if he were under the Imperious curse. He turned and sat down in the chair. Hermione snaked her arms around his neck loosely and leaned down until her lips were against his ear.

"Now, isn't this better?" she asked him huskily, letting her breath wash across his ear.

She pulled Severus' silky black locks aside, and kissed the side of his throat gently, just over the jugular, feeling his hot blood pulsing against her lips.

The Professor closed his eyes in pleasure at the contact. If not for the potion he had drunk, he was sure he would be at full arousal at this moment. He felt Hermione run her tongue behind his ear, then suck on his lobe tenderly, her hot little hands running over his chest and belly. He leaned his head to the side as she slid her mouth down his throat and over his shoulder as her hands moved further down his belly. A longing filled him.

Hermione slid slowly around the chair as she tasted him, moving between his legs as she planted sucking kisses on his throat, Severus leaning his head back to give her access. Hermione began to slide downward, her mouth covering every inch of pale skin, her hands exploring every ridge and muscle, followed by her lips and tongue. Hermione sucked a nipple into her mouth, and the Professor gasped, his hand rising to bury itself in her soft chestnut curls. He looked down at the witch.

"The potion," he said softly as her mouth moved over his lower belly, and she slowly dropped to her knees. "Give me the potion, Hermione."

She looked up at him with a rather crooked smile.

"We haven't even started yet, Severus," she replied, returning her lips and tongue to his flesh.

He groaned in frustration as she moved lower still, her hands slipping into the waistband of his boxers and tickling his loins with her fingers before pulling on them.

"Lift up Severus, so I can take these off," she said.

He obliged her, raising his hips so she could pull his boxers down over his thighs. She worked them over his knees and calves, and he lifted each foot so she could remove them. Hermione smiled as she looked at his boots and socks. She had half a mind to leave them on him, but decided to take them off. The Potions Master watched her with hungry eyes, kneeling on the floor before him, removing his boots, then his socks. She straightened and looked at his cock. It was beautiful even when flaccid, and still terribly long, thoroughly relaxed by the potion.

She lifted it in her hand and Severus hissed. He was flaccid, but he could still feel everything. Hermione pushed his thighs wider.

"This is not seduction, Hermione. This is torture. It's obvious I can't get an erection…we need to move on to testing the potion," he hissed at her as she took his soft cock into her mouth and sucked him.

Gods, her mouth was hot. Wet. Soft. He groaned again in frustration as she kissed and licked his flesh, and he was unable to respond the way he wanted. She slid further between his legs and lifted his cock, her tongue flicking across his balls.

"Fuck!" he breathed, grabbing her head with both hands as Hermione sucked his sac into her mouth and laved them with her tongue as she continued applying suction. He took as much of it as he could before he pulled her away, his eyes blazing down at her.

"You minx. Give me the potion," he said through clenched teeth.

"I'm not finished yet," she breathed at him from between his hands.

"Then I'll help you finish," the Potions Master snarled, hauling the witch up and lifting her legs so she was in his lap.

He kissed her brutally, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth as his hand slid down her belly, through her pubic hair and between her labia. Hermione gasped against his mouth and buckled as two of his long fingers slipped inside her, burying themselves in her softness and wriggling before he began to thrust them in and out of her, flicking and mashing her clit with his thumb. He groped her breast roughly with his other hand as the witch moaned and thrashed against him. The Professor pulled away from her mouth, looking down into her heated eyes before dropping his head to her breasts and attacking them with his lips, teeth, and tongue, driving the witch into a frenzy.

Hermione was practically shrieking as the Potions Master manipulated her clit expertly, her juices coating his fingers as he thrust them inside her. He inserted yet another finger, stretching her around them, twisting and plunging as he licked and suckled her breasts, his warm mouth moving over the swells then back to her sensitive nipples, pulling at them with his teeth, then soothing them with his tongue. Hermione's hands were tangled in his silky hair as she suddenly stretched out, arching in his lap, her orgasm hitting her like a ton of rock cakes, drenching his hand with come.

The Professor groaned, pulled his fingers out of her and shifted her around, until she was upside down between his legs, her head hanging toward the floor as he pulled her thighs around his head and applied his tongue to her pussy, licking and sucking her juices as if dying of thirst. Hermione didn't know what hit her as his soft, supple muscle slid inside her twisting and lapping, then his mouth, sucking at her hard, and his teeth teasing her clit until she screamed.

Severus continued his ministrations until he had drank in every bit of her release, then cleaned his fingers and her thighs with his tongue. He reached down and grasped Hermione's arm, pulling her up as he let her thighs slip down his shoulders, so she was sitting straddling him, her amber eyes half-open, out-of-focus and slightly crazed with lust and release.

His lips glistening, the Potions Master caressed the witch's shoulders and back, then let his hands cup her ass possessively as he growled, "Ready to test that potion now, Hermione?"

Hermione stared at the Potions Master wildly for a moment, trying to get her bearings, before he gathered her breasts in both hands and fondled them roughly, making her cry out with pleasure at his hunger.

"I'm going to fuck you senseless, witch," he breathed, picking her up and carrying her to the nightstand where the enhancement potion sat.

The wizard put her down and pulled her back against him, so she could feel his hard body against hers. He then reached around and caressed her breasts and belly, letting his hands slip down between her thighs teasingly, not touching her core and sliding back up again.

"Pick up the bottle, open it, and give it to me," he breathed in her ear, before latching on to her throat and nipping her, leaving his mark as she gasped. He soothed the ache with his lips.

"Give it to me, Hermione," he hissed, pressing his body against her, frustrated, hungry, wanting to ride her body to bliss.

Hermione reached out as if hypnotized, her breasts heaving as she panted. She picked up the bottle, uncorked it and held it over her shoulder. She felt his hand wrap around hers as he tilted it to his lips and drained the potion. He lowered it and released her hand. She put the empty bottle back on the table, and the Professor spun her and pulled her to him, his eyes like coals as his cock began to pulse against her powerfully, swelling to hardness, lengthening against her belly.

"Yesss," Severus hissed, lifting Hermione up against him.

"Wrap your legs around me," he ordered, his hands supporting her by her buttocks.

Hermione followed his command, wrapping her legs around his lean waist.

"Now, place my cock against the entrance to your sweet, hot pussy," he hissed at her.

Hermione reached between their bodies and her hand gripped the shaft of his cock. It was hot, heavy and so thick she couldn't close her hand around it. She had to shift backwards a bit in his grasp, his cock was so long. The witch slipped the engorged head into the depression between her thighs with a gasp. Severus felt as hard as iron.

The Potions Master looked at her, his face contorted with lust.

"I believe the potion is a smashing success," he breathed, slamming the witch down on his cock powerfully, grunting and smiling broadly as she shrieked.

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