Sexual Understanding

Disclaimer:style=\'font-size:8.0pt;font-family:Verdana\'> Sadly only the plot is mine,
everything else belongs to J.K.Rowling

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Note: Thank you so
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To Deb –
The reference to pagans using stone dildos comes from a television show I watched
recently about ancient paganism. I just assumed this information is correct and
I’m very sorry if I have offended you in any way. Thank you for reviewing and I
hope you like the story!

Verdana\'>Hermione
rolled over sleepily in bed, finding a warm shape blocking her movement. She
opened her eyes and blinked blearily, smiling as she recognised the familiar
form of Severus. The bedclothes were tangled around them, and he was sleeping
flat on his back, snoring. Oddly enough, Hermione found the noise comforting
instead of irritating and she curled up against his side, throwing a leg over
his. His normally stern features were relaxed, the corners of his mouth curled
up slightly. Unable to resist the allure of his sensuous lips, Hermione leant
over him and pressed a kiss against them.

“Mmm, Good
Morning,” he murmured, giving her another kiss.

“Sleep
well?”

“Wonderfully,”
he replied, pulling her closer to him and nuzzling her neck. Hermione giggled and
clutched at his hair as he nipped playfully at her earlobe. She could hardly
believe this was the same Severus she had known – he was so loving and playful
in bed!

They pair
continued to kiss, moving in the bed to get as close as possible to each other.
Severus suddenly pulled back from her, groaning in pain as his back cracked
menacingly.

“Ah,
shit!” He moaned, falling back onto the soft sheets.

“Severus,
what’s wrong?” Hermione asked in a panic, smoothing her hand across his brow,
hating the look of pain registered there.

“It’s
alright, my sweet,” he told her, Hermione glowing in pleasure at the
endearment. “It’s just my back. I’m not as young as I used to be.”

“Feels
like you’re doing ok to me,” she said seductively as she reached down to grasp
his morning salute. He groaned and twisted into her grip, but fell back onto
the bed with a curse as pain shot through him again.

“What are
you doing?” He asked her.

“Sssh,
just relax,” she said softly against his neck. Running her hands through his
hair, she kissed the soft, smooth exposed skin. “I’m going to give you a
massage.” He grunted an assertion and Hermione straddled his back, sitting on
his buttocks.

In the early
morning light, Hermione could see his body better than the previous night. His
back was muscular and strong, the sinews rippling under his pale skin. It was
covered with many small scars criss-crossing its expanse and Hermione was
embarrassed to notice several bloody streaks running down her shoulders from
where she had scratched him last night.

Reaching
over him, Hermione opened the drawer of her bedside table and drew out a small
bottle of massage oil. She used the scented oil to massage his aching back,
taking long strokes over his tensed flesh. She took her time working over him,
rubbing every inch of his body until he was a quivering mass of sensation,
flowing like a puddle across her bed. By the time she moved off of him, his
eyelids had drooped closed.

“Severus?”

“Mmmph?”
He answered into the pillow, his usual eloquence gone.

“Better?”

“Much.” He
rolled over to his side to see her face properly. “Thank you, my love.”

She gave him
a devastating smile and cuddled into his side, the two laying quietly for a
while, Hermione’s head tucked under his chin and his arms about her waist.
After a short while, Hermione’s stomach rumbled loudly in hunger, causing
Severus to chuckle and kise toe top of her head as she blushed in
embarrassment.

“Looks
like I’d better fetch you some breakfast, my dear,” he said with a laugh.
Hermione reached up and kissed him gently. Severus sat up and left the bed,
walking naked out of Hermione’s bedroom door. She smiled and stretched in bed,
curling into the warmth left from his body and admiring the view of his naked
bum and strong back.

He
returned a moment later, carrying a tray with mugs of tea and a plate of
buttery toast. He sat back against the headboard and handed her a cup.

“Mmm,
thanks. Love you,” she murmured sleepily, kissing his bicep. He wrapped an arm
around her and they ate breakfast in compatible silence, holding each other
tightly. A glob of melted butter fell off his toast and landed on her shoulder.
Severus bent his head and licked the yellowy liquid of his skin, moving across
her arboarbone and biting up her neck.

They
shared a quick kiss before snuggling back down into the bed, his head resting
on her breast whilst his hands sneaked over her curves. Severus moved over her,
cupping her face and kissing her softly, his tongue tasting the buttery flavour
of their breakfast.

Hermione
parted her legs invitingly, allowing him to settle between her thighs, his
thatch of curls rubbing against hers enticingly. He pulled back slightly and
sat up, looking down at her soft body. She normally would have been cringing
with embarrassment at such an inspection, but she felt relaxed in his company
and relished his longing glances.

Severus
gazed down at Hermione’s body with intense arousal. Her breasts were large with
rosy nipples riding high atop the golden globes. Her skin was slightly tanned
from the sunny weather, accentuating the dark curls which hid her delectable
folds. She had curved legs, shapely thighs and a fabulouslundeunded, voluptuous
derriere. She was beautiful and completely irresistible to Severus, and he
wanted to ravish her there and then.

She had a
delicious smile on her face, and she sighed in ardent pleasure as he bent over
her smaller body and captured a nipple in his warm mouth. He suckled deeply at
her, feeling satisfaction rise up within him as the flesh pebbled and she
arched up into his mouth, her hands sliding down his back to pull him closer.

His hands
eagerly sought out her other breast, kneading its softness and pinching softly
at the tip, enjoying Hermione’s gasp of shock, then pleasure. He worshipped
every inch of her warm body, his lips making slow, wet trails across her belly,
pausing to tickle her bellybutton and moving continuously down to her bum and
thighs, nipping at the sensitive flesh he found there and making his lover
giggle as he nuzzled her with his mouth and nose.

He kissed
down her calves, licking at her ankles before moving downwards to suck her
toes, blowing cool air on the sensitive skin of her arches. He grinned boyishly
at her and they both laughed as Hermione pulled him up, smothering his chuckles
with her kisses.

“Love me,”
she whispered, wrapping her legs loosely around his narrow hips.

“I do,” he
replied, knowing that wasn’t what she meant. He entwined her arms tight around
his neck and she clutched at his shoulders.

“Hold on.”

Severus
slipped his hands underh heh her body to grasp her thighs, sitting up in the bed
with her in his lap. Her head fell to the place where neck met shoulder and her
lips moved fleetingly over his skin. With her body clinging intimately to his,
Severus swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood. He took a few
stumbling steps, buckling slightly under her weight. Hermione muffled her
laughter in his shoulder.

“Be
careful of your back,” she warned.

“I’m
fine,” he ground out as he gripped her backside and pulled her up higher so
there faces were level. He was panting slightly with exertion as he finally
staggered into the bathroom, and slowly released her triumphantly onto the cool
floor tiles.

“My hero,”
she told him, flinging her arms about his neck, kissing him sweetly. Severus
grunted into her mouth and slapped her friskily on one butt cheek, guiding her
towards the shower. He broke away from her a moment later and turned on the
shower spray, then ushered her under the water. She grabbed his hand and pulled
him in with her, pushing him roughly against the wall as their hair grew wet
and slick. Her hand travelled down his body to encounter his straining erection
bumping against her hip. He sighed as she clasped his rock hard member and
fondled the flushed skin with long, firm strokes.

“Yes!” he
called out unashamedly as Hermione dipped her finger into the pearly liquid
emanating from the tip and spread it around his head. “Hermione…would you…would
you use your mouth?” He pleaded.

Hermione
smiled secretly against his heated skin and dropped to a kneeling position on
the floor in front of him, toying with his organ as his head fell back against
the tiled wall. She pressed just the tip of his leaking cock to her lips and
rubbed him up and down, smearing his fluid on her damp lips.

The water
from the shower was cascading heavily around them, and Hermione opened her
mouth wide and skimmed her lips slowly down his shaft, using her saliva as
lubrication. Severus groaned loudly anoughought his hands up to tangle in her
sodden hair. She moved her head as far down his length as she could, but he was
simply too long to fit in her inexperienced mouth. She had never fellated a man
before, and Hermione hoped she was pleasing Severus.

“Ah,” he
moaned. “Oh, Hermione…stop! Stop!” He was panting, his voice turning hoarse as
his hands pulled at her arms. She released him promptly and stood up, his mouth
immediately seeking hers and tasting himself upon her lips. He grabbed her
bottom and lifted her up again, spinning them around to press her back into the
tiled surface.

He prodded
furiously at her slit as her legs wrapped firmly around his waist, trailing up
to rub over her engorged clitoris. Hermione let out a guttural moan and flung
her head back, exposing the column of her neck. His mouth fell on her, sucking
madly at her skin and leaving love bites on her perfect skin.

“Do you
wme?”me?” He asked her hotly, his forehead coming up to press against hers.

“Gods,
yes,” she replied, thrusting her hips towards him in an attempt to sheath him.

He pulled
back momentarily, before stabbing his hips forward and impaling her sharply.
Hermione screamed out in pleasure as he fucked her lustily, meeting him thrust
for thrust. His hands were digging into her waist and the tiles were cold and
harsh on her back, but she felt nothing except Severus’ powerful, penetrating
thrusts. The angle allowed Hermione to grind her clitoris against his pubic
bone every time their hips collided, and they both sped towards their climax in
the steamy room. Severus was breathing hard as he spoke.

“Hermione
– oh, Merlin, I’m coming! Hermione, come with me, my petal!” He suddenly
throbbed inside her, growing impossibly hard and large; before exploding with a
rough cry of her name. His climax triggered her own, and she convulsed around
him, moaning his name seductively in his ear.

He
released her slowly, keeping his arms around her body as his limp penis slipped
out of her body. Hermione leaned into him, glad of his encompassing strength,
as her knees felt like jelly. Despite the height difference between them,
Severus bent down to press his cheek against hers, Hermione’s hands moving
slowly in the small of his back.

“Bugger,”
he muttered in her ear. “I think I’ve done my back in again.” Hermione snorted
with laughter and kissed him languidly, his tall form still leant close to her.

“My poor
darling,” she lamented. “I’ll have to see what I can do, won’t I?”

She
reached over behind him and grabbed a bar of soap, gently moving it over his
back in relaxing circular motions. She enjoyed caressing his soapy skin,
stroking her fingers through the soft hair on his chest and belly. After he was
thoroughly soaped up, Severus took the bar from her and smoothed it over her
own skin. He circled around her breasts, his touch caring and relaxing.
Hermione moved into his body, and the soap slipped from his hand to the floor
as she leaned up for a kiss.

He pressed
a kiss to her lips, full of love and compassion. She snuggled into his chest,
her head resting on his chest, just below his shoulder.

“What time
is it?” She asked him vaguely. Opening the shower door, Severus peered into the
bathroom at the time piece hung on the wall.

“It’s Hour=\"8\" Minute=\"0\">eight
o’clock,”
he replied with a sigh, remembering classes were fast approaching.

“Come on,”
Hermione urged. “We have to be in class in an hour.”

They
hurriedly finished their shower, wasting time when Severus refused to have his
hair washed with her shampoo, proclaiming it “girly”. Hermione had just rolled
her eyes at him and used it anyway, ignoring his complaints and calling him a
“silly man”, to which Severus mock glared at her for several minutes until she
kissed the look off his face.

The pair
dressed together in her bedroom, Severus slowing progress down immensely by
grabbing Hermione for a kiss and grope at every opportunity. Once she finally
had him in his robes Severus did not look happy and he glared dangerously at
her at the prospect of a day of teaching.

She kissed
him as she did up the top button of his shirt. Just as she went to pull away he
snatched her back and held her to him tightly.

“Come to my
chambers after school?”

She smiled
at him.

“Of
course,” she told him, snuggling closer and enjoying the way his black robes
flowed around their forms as if they were one. He looked down at her, and
smoothed a stray lock of hair away from her forehead.

“I wish I
could just stay here with you,” he muttered. He groaned. “Oh, Merlin, I want
you so much!”

Hermione
wriggled out oip aip as his hands began to slip down her back towards her arse.

“Go,” she
insisted. “Or we’ll be late for class. I’ll see you later.”

And with
one final, lingering kiss, Severus pulled himself resentfully from her arms and
headed to the fireplace, where he quickly flooed to his own quarters, preparing
himself for another day of teaching miserable dunderheads who didn’t want to
learn.

Hermione
sighed. It seemed awfully quiet without him.

The day
passed slowly for Hermione. She couldn’t concentrate fully on anything, so she
set her students simple tasks to keep them quiet whilst she considered the
events of the previous night. She had only seen Severus briefly at lunch that
day – he had caught her eye and nodded to her, giving her a small, guarded
smile when he was sure no one else was watching.

As soon as
classes were over, Hermione headed straight down to the dungeons, keen to see
Severus after the long day. She knocked he dhe door of his office, walking in
as he answered with a brusque,

“Enter!”

Severus
looked up as she closed the heavy door, his fraught features relaxing as he saw
it was her. Hermione paused for a moment in the doorway, looking at his
domineering form sat at his desk. He was a gothic god in his billowing black
robes and silken long hair.

“Ah,
Hermione,” he greeted softly as he stood from his desk. She almost ran across
the room in her haste to touch him, and they met in the middle, he cupping her
face and kissing her passionately as she jumped into his arms.

They were
both desperate to feel each other’s touch, and Severus’ cock sprang to life as
he pushed a leg between hers, forcing her to ride him. They moved frantically,
blindly towards his chambers, tugging at their robes as they went. Making it no
further than his sitting room, Severus collapsed into his favourite armchair,
dragging Hermione down over him. He had always fantasised about having sex in
his favourite chair, and just the idea of Hermione shagging him in it made his
hips jerk up in excitement. He knew he was behaving like a randy teenager – and
he didn’t care.

Hermione
pulled off Severus’ outer robe and ripped off his shirt, running her hands
through his velvety chest hair before tugging open the buttons on his flies. As
she did so, he worked at her own robes, pushing them off her shoulders until
she was on top of him in just her bra and panties.

“Oh, Miss
Granger,” he growled sexily. “This is very naughty underwear. Not suitable for
school in the slightest.” She smirked at him, leaning close and pressing her
lace encased breasts against his hard chest. She had gone back to her chambers
at lunchtime deliberately to change her plain, everyday underwear into
something more erotic. She had chosen a black lace bra which pushed her breasts
high up her chest and gave an easy view of her nipples through the see-through
cloth. The panties were made of the same lace and had a thong back, the lace
even more transparent than the top. She had bought the set on a whim a few
months ago and never worn them, until now.

“Then
maybe you should remove them,” she whispered suggestively.

“Indeed I
should,” he replied before capturing her lips again, unable to resist her.
“Although, on the other hand,” he continued, breaking the kiss. “Maybe it would
be more interesting to leave them on.”

And with that
pronouncement, Severus grabbed the back of the thong and pulled, relishing
Hermione’s yelp as the material chafed her sensitive vagina and anus. He leered
at her lewdly and pulled her tits into his face. He had to have her right now –
he had been hot and hard all day at just the thought of being buried between
her thighs again. He was overcome by excitement, desperate to have her and he
grabbed the crotch of her panties, hooking a long finger around and pulling
them quickly to the side.

His organ
was straining and rigid, the apex oozing freely. He felt ready to explode, but
he suppressed the urge and instead lurched up into her wet warmth, trying to
pleasure her before he lost control.

Suddenly
however, Severus stopped before he had started thrusting in earnest, leaving
Hermione writhing in his lap, desperate for contact. He waved his hand and a
small object flew into his palm. He had had this item in his possession for
years, ever since he had become a Deatheater. Hermione was looking at him
curiously.

“Hermione,”
he pleaded into her ear in a tempting voice. “Put thn style=\'font-size:8.0pt;font-family:Verdana\'>me.style=\'font-size:8.0pt;font-family:Verdana\'>” He handed her the object and her
mouth dropped open as she regarded the anal plug in surprise. For a moment,
Severus thought she was going to refuse, before a smile formed on her lips and
she eagerly jumped off his lap and pushed his legs wide apart. The idea clearly
excited her as much as it did him.

He shifted
his bottom forward so he was slumped in the chair, his arse crack open wide on
the edge of the chair. He groaned loudly, low in his throat as Hermione pushed
the small implement against the tight puckered hole of his ass. His natural
reaction was to attempt to eject the object, but he tried hard to stop his
muscles contracting to pull away from the invasion.

When he
had been atheatheater he had experienced buggery on an almost regular basis,
and whilst he had never enjoyed the full act, a small amount of toying with his
anus had always upped his arousal a notch. But he hadn’t had sexual relations
in years, and relying on his own unsatisfactory hand had led to his arse
muscles tightening up dramatically, making the feeling of the invasion all the
more powerful.

Severus
bore down hard, pushing to open hile mle more as Hermione shoved the plug hard
up his crack, his hips bucking up hard as it touched his prostate. He was
writhing energetically in his chair, his cock twitching. He held his arms out
to her and Hermione leapt into his lap, enveloping his penis. His hips pistoned
upwards with immense speed, his finger slipping to her erect clitoris and his
balls slapping against her arse.

The anal
plug pressed hard against his prostate every time he thrust, making his strokes
become longer and more forceful. He watched the beautiful woman writhing atop
him; she was completely lost in her passion, her head thrown back as she leant
far back on his thighs.

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She
suddenly called out his name and rubbed furiously against him as a particularly
deep thrust reached up inside her passage and massaged warmly against her
G-spot.

“Agaishe she
stuttered, and Severus obeyed eagerly, regarding her as sweat began to glisten
on her body.

She rode
him hard. Reaching a hand behind her, Hermione pressed hard against his
perineum. Severus cried out, every single muscle in his body contracted; his toes
actually curling. He orgasmed hard, stamping his foot on the floor and grinding
out his name. She felt him explode within her and shnvulnvulsed around him,
shaking and writhing over him as her own orgasm struck. She called out his name
in worship and collapsed forward onto his warm chest, pulling the anal plug out
of his channel as he fell limp out of her.