Hard Times for Severus Snape - (Editing)

: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 18 ~ A Successful Conclusion

Severus held Hermione impaled on his cock, not moving, just experiencing her tightness and heat pulsing around his throbbing shaft, a true smile on his face as he listened to her broken gasps from the shock of being so deeply penetrated and stretched around him.

Hermione looked at him dazedly.

"You're smiling, Severus," she whispered between gasps.

"You'd be smiling too, Hermione, if you were a man and your cock was buried to the hilt in a witch as sexy and desirable as you," he replied silkily. "I believe I underestimated your skills."

His smile faded, as his eyes burned into hers and he adjusted his hold.

"I won't make that mistake again," he breathed, "Hold on to me, Hermione. If this is to be our last time fucking, then I'm going to take enough of you to last me."

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck as he began to kiss the witch, capturing her lips between his and sucking on them with growing ardor before he slipped his tongue into her mouth, entwining it with Hermione's, claiming her heat until she was lost to passion, giving herself over to him.

"Legilimens," the Professor whispered, entering the witch's mind. He saw himself and Hermione in the exact position they were now, except he was fucking her, and not gently either. Other thoughts flickered around the image. Her in the potions lab working. Him as a snake in the glass enclosure. Him as a monster. Him on top of her with her legs over his shoulders. Her cleaning the potions stores and the niffler cages. Him startling her at the Potions office door the first day she arrived.

Severus lifted Hermione up, sliding through her tightness as he pulled his cock back, Hermione gasping at the sensation of his girth caressing her so intimately. He thrust into her softness hard, and she flung her head back, letting out a cry She sounded beautiful…he wanted to hear more of her music, and pulled back again, and yanked her into his cock, burying himself deeper this time, and she arched against him, calling out his name.

"I'm here, Hermione. Feel me, witch," he hissed.

He gripped her by her waist tightly and began to fuck the witch, lifting her small body up and down, sliding her over his cock repeatedly, pulling her pussy into his thick organ, parting her tender, pink flesh over and over, groaning in pleasure, stroking her harder and harder, reveling in her cries…her song, his mind inside of her mind, doubling the intimacy, watching as her errant thoughts fled, only the image of him fucking her remaining, shifting to a close-up image of his huge cock sliding between her thighs, penetrating her pussy with a vengeance.

He lived up to that image, thrusting himself into the witch, his head thrown back, grunting as he pistoned inside her, feeling her juices coating his loins as she shrieked leaning back, her fingers interlocked behind his neck, holding on to him for all she was worth as he bounced her sweet body over his cock hungrily, his eyes half closed as he watched her contorting face, her mouth open slackly, her lips glistening, the amber eyes closed in abandon as he took every inch of her.

"You're beautiful," he gasped, walking backwards until his back rested against the cold stone, adjusting himself so his hips were pushed out, and curling the his hands over the witch's shoulders and rolling his pelvis in circles as he fucked her, shifting her body slightly right and left to change the angle of his stroke and the timber of her cries. He left no part of her untouched, his cock plunging in an out of her wildly now, her body slick with sweat, her hair sticking to her face, partially hiding it. She looked like a wild thing, and her amber eyes snapped open as he hit her at an angle that made something snap inside her, and he groaned as she stiffened with a piercing cry, her pussy clamping down on him, her release pouring down, drenching his cock and loins with heat.

The Professor turned her to the wall with a growl and slipped his arms one at a time under her legs, pulling them from around his waist, opening her thighs wide to him, and ramming deep into her almost violently, fucking her through her orgasm. Severus could hear Hermione shrieking, but there was a roaring in his ears as he drove into her soft body selfishly, uncontrollably, taking everything she had as the sweat flew from his body, splashing the pinned witch. Hermione's nails dug into Severus' shoulders, drawing blood as he tore into her, the pain only adding to his frenzied possession.

Hermione's orgasm barely finished before another wracked her body, and she let out a sound that was something between a shriek and a sob as she buried her face against his shoulder and shuddered as if she would break apart. Gods, he was trying to burst through her back, his chest tight against her breasts, his pelvis slapping against her, stinging her inner thighs, sliding her up and down the wall. Lost to his own pleasure, the Potions Master slammed into the witch so hard and deep she screamed as if he had broken something inside her, and through his haze of lust, he could feel Hermione's hot tears rolling down his shoulder, stinging his fresh scratches. It brought him back. Panting, the Professor stopped pounding the sobbing witch.

"I'm sorry," he breathed, gasping against her, pulling her away from the wall and carrying her to the bed, still inside her. "I'm sorry, Hermione."

He reached the bed, turned and sat down, the witch now on his lap. She was still holding him tightly, her face buried in his shoulder. He caressed her hair gently, trying to soothe her as he throbbed inside her. He hadn't meant to hurt her that much. She felt so good, and had driven him to the breaking point when she orgasmed twice in quick succession, and all that heat and tightness boiled over him. All he wanted was more of her…and this was still the case.

The Professor released her legs and slid with her back into the bed, shifted around and laid back, his silky hair spreading out on the pillows, Hermione on top of him, straddling his body. He gently loosened her hold on him, and pushed her upward so she was sitting on him erect. Severus looked up at her face, which was hidden behind her wildly tangled hair. He brushed the damp curls away so he could see her. Hermione blinked down at him, feeling his cock still embedded deep inside her, feeling the dull ache he caused. Severus' dark eyes were liquid with need…he needed to release. He gently rubbed her back.

"It's as much your fault as it is mine," he said to her softly. Hermione felt him throb inside her. His hands slid around and began to caress her breasts, squeezing them gently, teasing her hardened nipples with his thumbs.

"Your body is perfect," he breathed, "How can I control myself?"

Hermione simply looked down at him, and shuddered around his cock reflexively. The Potions Master hissed, and his hips bucked up, thrusting into her a little. She gasped.

"I need to finish Hermione. Help me come, then I'll let you go," he said, his black eyes looking at her intensely as he gripped her waist, urging her to move. Hermione lifted her body, his cock sliding through her softness. Severus groaned as her pussy slid over him.

"Fuck me, Hermione," he said, his voice hoarse with need.

Hermione rested her hands on his shoulders, her hair framing her face and took control, rolling her hips, swirling his cock inside her as she rose and fell on his glistening length, changing the angle of his penetration. He gripped her waist tighter, his head tilting back into the pillow as he sighed with pleasure.

"Yes, that's it, Hermione. Just like that," he groaned as the witch fucked him slowly, going for sensation rather than strength. She ached, but he still felt delicious inside her, and she took him in, shifting her pussy slightly as she moved, purposely tightening around his shaft as she did so, making him hiss. She looked at him as she fucked him, the contorted look of delight on his face an aphrodisiac for her. She sped up, taking him in deeper as she swiveled her hips, watching his reaction.

"Hermione," he breathed, his black eyes snapping open. He was close. Hermione started fucking him fast and hard, loving the power she felt as much as the feel of him inside her. She bounced his body off the bed, throwing him up and bearing down on him. A steady growl was growing in the back of his throat, and the expression on his face seemed very close to pain as he looked up at her, his hands gripping her waist. He started thrusting up, hitting her hard again. Suddenly he stopped, thrust his hips up, twisted and threw her to the bed, rolling on top of her and driving into her uncontrollably, his mouth open as he stared down at her, hunching into her body hard and jerking her roughly. Of course she was shrieking again.

Suddenly Severus cursed and slammed his cock deep into her, quaking as he came hard, his toes digging into the bed as he pressed inside her as far as he could, releasing his seed in a torrent inside her hot body.

"Yesssss," he groaned, staring at the witch with a look of pure satisfaction, filling her with come until it gushed around his cock and flowed out of her sweet, tight orifice. He must have come for at least two minutes before he collapsed on her, his face buried in her jasmine-scented hair.

Hermione lay there, pinned and covered by the Professor's warm, muscular body, feeling his heart pounding against her. His weight was pleasant, comforting. Severus sighed several times as he lay there, inhaling the scent of her hair, and feeling her soft, firm breasts mashed against his chest. He didn't want her to go back to her room. He wanted her to stay and sleep with him, maybe fuck him again. But he didn't know how to say this, so he kept her pinned under him, hoping she might fall asleep.

Hermione was sleepy and sated, but she knew she had to go. The experiment was over.

"The potion is a success, Severus," she said softly against his ear.

"Umm hmm," the Professor murmured back at her, not moving.

"I should go now," she said, moving a bit under him. He lifted his head and looked at the witch.

"That's not necessary. We should test it ag…" he began

"No, it works. We both know that," she said firmly, moving a little more now.

Reluctantly, Severus rolled off her to his back, his cock sliding wetly out of her warmth, the open air a bit of a shock. He looked at her as she raised herself up on her elbows. She winced a little.

"Maybe you should rest a bit," he said, his eyes sweeping over her body.

"No, I'll fall asleep," she said, climbing over him slowly.

The Professor fought the urge to pull her against his body and trap her against him. Hermione sat up on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath before she stood and made a marvelous effort at walking normally. The wizard had put quite a whipping on her, and he could tell as she walked over to her discarded robe, her buttocks shifting deliciously. He scowled a little. She should stay the night with him.

Hermione slowly bent and picked up her robes, draping them over her body. She then picked up her bra and dress, then walked over to where Severus had dropped her knickers and reclaimed them as well. She looked at the pale, naked wizard lying in the bed watching her.

"Good night, Severus," she said, walking to the bedroom door, opening it and exiting, not waiting for his reply. She closed the door behind her.

"Damn," Severus muttered, looking at the closed door. He should have made more of an effort to keep her with him. But the witch had said this would be the last time. He wanted to give her the illusion that they could return to a normal, sexless relationship. Of course, the Potions Master had no such intentions. He had developed a taste for the witch, and fully intended to feed his need for her while she was with him. It would take a bit of seduction on his part…nothing overt, nothing that would trigger her anger. He would be subtle. Suggestive. Maybe give her a week or two to start craving him, then move in again. There were seven weeks left. He could go for two without her with some effort.

Gods, but she had been good. She knew how to arouse him, that was for certain. Severus' mind drifted to her attempt to arouse him orally. He'd certainly like to experience that again, with the proper response of course. Her mouth was exquisite. He had enjoyed kissing her as well, though he knew that was dangerous. Kissing was at times even more intimate than fucking. No, his attraction to the witch was purely physical. She was an enjoyable pastime. A pleasurable distraction, nothing more. A summer fling.

He sniffed the pillow she had laid her head on. It smelled of jasmine. Severus pulled it over and rested his head on it, yawning. He had expended quite a bit of energy on the witch. He was hungry, but too tired to order anything from the kitchens. He closed his eyes. It didn't take him long to drift off to sleep. Hermione would be in his dreams.

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Hermione walked to her bedroom slowly, feeling the Potions Master with every step. His scent was still on her body. She opened the door and closed it behind her, and dropped her clothing on the floor for the house elves. She walked to her night table, picked up her wand and warded her door. She started to scourgify herself, but…decided not to. Not yet anyway.

She slipped off her robes, letting them fall where she stood, pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. It was over. The potion was marketable and they could move on to other projects. The sexual aspect of their relationship was officially over. Her curiosity had been met. She knew what it was like to fuck him now. She should be able to move on. In a couple of weeks, she could close the door on this experience and get on with her life as a Potions Mistress.

She snuggled down in the bed and closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to come.

Gods, he had been good.

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A/N: So they are finished now. Back to a nice, normal working relationship, eh Hermione? The witch is still so naïve, bless her heart. Seven weeks is a long time to be in the presence of a man who can do to her what Severus can do. :::shaking head:::: She's already in his bed. She just doesn't know it yet. Lol. Please review.