Disharmony in the Dungeons

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Chapter 21 ~ The Deflowerment

The Potions Master drew Hermione into his lean body, his dark eyes hot as he pressed his lips to her and felt her respond. Gods she felt good. She’d feel even better out of that scratchy sweater. He stopped kissing her and stepped back, catching the bottom of her sweater.

“Lift your arms, Hermione,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

Hermione, lost in the sensations caused by his kiss, raised her arms above her head as if under the Imperious curse, her amber eyes locked on Severus’ face. She couldn’t say no if she wanted to. Her desire for him was just too strong and her body reacted to his voice automatically.

Severus pulled the bright sweater over her head and threw it on the chair, on top of his own clothes. She wore a simple white cotton bra, her ample breasts filling it to overflowing. Severus restrained himself from touching them, and instead knelt to remove her trainers and socks, then rose and unfastened her jeans. He unzipped them, then knelt again, pulling the fabric down and helping her to step out of them. Hermione wore white cotton knickers as well.

He stepped back a little farther, his black eyes drinking her in. She was small but firmly built, her belly smooth and tight, her waist so small his fingers would probably almost touch when he grasped it. Her well-rounded hips flared out nicely, and her thighs were a little thick. Her legs were long despite her diminutive size. She was perfect. Beautiful.

Hermione snapped out of her haze of lust long enough to look down at herself in her plain white underwear, then back at him.

“If I had known tonight would be ‘the night’ I would have worn something pretty for you,” she said softly. “Something sexy.”

“Hermione,” Severus said hoarsely, “What you are wearing is perfect. You don’t need silks, frills and garters, believe me. What you have on arouses me much more than any fancy dressing ever could. They are the perfect representation of how I see you. Innocent. Chaste. Pure.”

His black eyes swept over her again, and his cock throbbed noticeably beneath his boxers. Hermione’s eyes dropped to the large bulge, and for a moment, she looked rather scared. Severus noticed this and reminded himself that she had never experienced this before, and that he needed to be patient, even gentle the first time. Gods, he hoped he could be gentle. He knew when he sheathed himself inside her, he’d want to consume every inch of her. It seemed as if he had wanted the witch forever. He held out his hand.

“If you are willing to be my wife in every sense of the word, Hermione, take my hand…knowing if you do, I will claim you, body and soul, and you will belong to me and me alone, always,” he said earnestly, his black eyes glittering.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then placed her small hand in his. Severus closed his fingers around it, his grasp strong, warm and comforting. With this simple gesture of trust, she gave herself over to him.

“And you, Severus? Will you belong to me?” she asked him in a small voice.

The Potions Master looked down at the small, witch in front of him, considering her beauty, brilliance and bravery, knowing that she believed she loved him, and knowing that she would give anything for those she loved. He would do no less for her.

“Always,” he replied. He began to walk her towards the bed. Hermione let him lead her, her heart pounding in her chest, her stomach feeling as if a swarm of lacewings were trying to get out.

“Get in the bed, Hermione,” Severus said, “I’ll be right back.”

Hermione climbed into the bed and lay down, looking up at him. The Potions Master’s eyes swept over her, and he swallowed.

“Beautiful,” he said softly, then turned and exited the bedroom.

Hermione lay there on top of his Slytherin green sheets, her hands pressed against her belly, excited and frightened at the same time, the old fear that she wouldn’t satisfy him returning. He had been with so many women, and she didn’t know the first thing about pleasing a man. She didn’t realize that she already pleased the Potions Master on a number of levels, and that he couldn’t help but be pleased by her complete surrender to him. This was the final connection, the act that would bring it all together for him. Hermione would make his hard life bearable. She would be his companion and his ally.

Severus walked through his study, into his office and then into his classroom. He unwarded his Potions store and with a wave of his hand, illuminated the small room. His black eyes searched over the bottles and vials until he found what he was looking for. He gathered several vials and exited the stores, warding it securely and returning to his waiting wife. He placed the vials on the night table beside the bed, Hermione watching him.

“What are those vials for?” she asked him.

He picked one up and turned.

“They’re for you,” he said, offering her a vial of blue liquid. “Drink this. It is a powerful contraceptive. You need to be protected from conceiving.”

Hermione sat up in the bed and took the vial from him. She uncorked it and drank it down. It tasted like spearmint. She handed the empty vial back to him, and he placed it on the table. Hermione’s eyes swept the rest of the vials.

“And the rest of them?” she asked.

“An assortment of potions, just in case,” he said, looking at her with his head cocked. “Calming potion, healing elixir, and pain elixir.”

Hermione looked at two empty vials that had small tubes inside of them.

“What are the vials with the tubes for?” she asked.

“Those are collectors. I will use one to collect your blood when I deflower you. I will be able to use your virginal blood to create powerful potions tailored just for you. Healing elixirs that could bring you back from the very brink of death with one small dose if necessary. I intend to take very good care of you, Mrs. Snape. The other vial will collect my first release with you. It can be used to bind me to you, so I will be aware of you and your condition wherever you are, and be able to find you no matter where you go. No spell will be able to hide you from me. If we manage to climax together the first time, our connection will be even more powerful,” he said.

Severus planned to do his best to climax with Hermione their first time. He would have to fight his natural inclination to ride her orgasm out. He looked down at her again, then took a deep breath, and climbed into the bed, and lay beside her. She stiffened up immediately. But that was all right. She stiffened up last night too…but ended up quite relaxed at the end. Severus propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at her.

“Again I tell you wife, you look scared to death,” he said softly. “Are you scared?”

“Yes,” Hermione admitted, looking up at him with wide eyes. “I’ve heard losing your virginity hurts.”

Her eyes swept down to his hugely tented boxers, then back to his face.

“I have a feeling in your case, Severus, it’s going to hurt even more than it should,” she breathed.

“Hermione, by the time I’m ready to deflower you, you won’t be afraid. You will want me. Even the pain…because it will lead to pleasure. And as far as my size is concerned, you will find it a great source of pleasure as well, I promise you. You will be able to accommodate me,” he said gently, trying to reassure her.

Hermione looked into his black eyes and the growing desire within them.

“Are you going to be gentle with me, Severus?” she asked him.

The Professor was silent for a moment. He didn’t know if he could be gentle for long, and didn’t want to say he would be and then get lost in his passion.

“I will be good to you,” he replied, hoping that would be enough.

Hermione knew what that meant. He couldn’t promise her gentleness. But she had instinctively known that, simply because last night she had no desire for gentleness. She had wanted him to take her over completely. She imagined when his passion took him over, he would want to do just that. But he said he would be good to her. She believed him.

“Then be good to me, Severus,” she said softly. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips.

“I will,” he breathed, lowering his mouth to hers and kissing her. Hermione felt the need in her ignite almost immediately and opened her mouth, wanting to feel his tongue entwining with hers. Severus obliged her, slipping his supple muscle into her mouth and exploring her heat, tasting her sweetness and willingness. She mewled into his mouth.

Severus brought a pale hand to her cheek and drew it down her throat, resting it against her chest, above her breasts and caressing her gently, his long fingers moving over her soft skin. Hermione moaned at the contact, and longed for those long fingers to move downward and touch her breasts, which were tingling, the nipples hardened and needing to be touched. Instead, Severus slid his hand down around her side, just brushing the curve of her bra-clad breast and following the curve of her waist and easing over her knickers and the swell of her hip, then down her thigh. He reversed his hand’s motion drawing it back up her body until it once again rested against her cheek.

Hermione was intoxicated by his kiss and his subtle touch. The room around her seemed to haze out and lose its place in reality. The walls disappeared, and the only real thing in the world was the pale Potions Master, delving inside her mouth and teasingly caressing her body. But he was skimming the parts of her that burned for his hands. It was causing the burn to increase. She pulled back from his mouth, her amber eyes glowing with need.

“Touch me more,” she demanded, panting up at him. His dark hot eyes met hers.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” he asked her, teaching her to ask for what she wanted.

“My breasts,” she said, offering her mouth to him again. Severus dropped back to her sweet lips, his hand sliding down again, this time over her breasts lightly. They were still encased in the bra. He began to cup and squeeze them, feeling their fullness beneath his palms, the hard nipples peaking through the fabric. He listened to Hermione’s passionate groans as he pressed his hand to her breast, and she arched them up, wanting more contact. She wanted to feel his hands on her skin, not through the fabric. She sucked at his tongue hungrily, and heard him groan at her ardor, and he squeezed her breasts harder, fondling them through the white cotton of her bra.

Hermione couldn’t take it anymore and took her hand and pulled her bra up so he could access her flesh. Severus felt his cock throb painfully as his hand came in contact with her soft, firm flesh, her taut nipples tickling his palm. He pinched one between his thumb and forefinger lightly, sending jolts of pleasure through Hermione’s body and she cried out with pleasure. Severus brought his other hand to her other breast and fondled both in earnest, catching and squeezing her nipples between his fingers. He held on to her breasts as if they were melons as he kissed her, guided by her responses, gripping her the way she wanted him to.

“Gods, Severus…your hands feel so good,” Hermione groaned, unable to keep from expressing her pleasure. She felt a gush roll out of her, and whimpered. Severus moved his lips from her mouth to her throat, and began to lick and suckle her. Hermione had never felt anything so delicious and leaned her head back to give him more freedom. Who would have imagined the cold, hard Professor who seemed so unfeeling in the halls and classrooms of Hogwarts could be so hot and passion inspiring? The wizard contained another kind of magic, and it was working on Hermione, raising her to a level of pleasure she had never dreamed existed. She had no idea he hadn’t truly started yet.

Severus tasted her warm skin…it was clean, slightly salted. He licked at her like a lollipop, moving downward, over her clavicle, his hands slipping from her breasts and running over her belly and waist, slipping his fingers under the elastic of her knickers and caressing her hips tantalizingly before moving to her thighs. She was arching upwards, and he slid his body on top of hers, parting her thighs and resting low between them, his cock resting on the mattress, rather than her body.

The feel of his weight and warm of his skin against hers made Hermione groan, and she brought her small hands to his back and felt the flexing muscles of his shoulders before they slipped down to tenderly caress his scars, her tiny fingers tracing them as if trying to memorize them. The feel of her hands on his body moved Severus to be more ardent and he slid his mouth lower down, over the swell of her breasts and Hermione moaned, her hands locking in his hair, trying to move him downward, want more of his hot mouth on her skin.

When Severus sucked her breast, the warmth of his mouth and swirling tongue laving Hermione, she arched up so powerfully, she lifted his upper body momentarily. Severus’ eyes went wide. He wasn’t a lightweight. Desire was making the little witch strong. He changed breasts and felt her arching again. She was speaking, whispering the word ‘yes’ over and over as he suckled and kissed her beautiful bosom, marveling at her very vocal expression of delight.. He didn’t expect such encouragement from a virgin, figuring inexperience would keep her silent.

But this was Hermione. She immersed herself in every learning experience, she was no different here, absorbing the different sensations he was causing her, her body one large parchment, his body the quill providing information, etching notes on her skin, things to be processed and memorized at a level beyond intellect. There was no thought in the witch’s brain. He had effectively shut down her power of thought with the first kiss, awakening the primal, the instinctual, the female principle, the mating urge.

Severus could smell her arousal, pure, animal, and his nostrils pulsated, filled with the scent of her, the aroma growing stronger as he slid down her body. Hermione didn’t wonder where he was going…there was no gasp of surprise or momentary pause as his lips dipped below her navel, no sudden freezing when he grasped the sides of her knickers with either hand and tugged them…she simply lifted her hips, longing for him to free her from them and continue the journey. She was with him every luscious inch of the way.

When Severus parted her thighs, her head flew up a moment, her hot amber eyes watching him, his black eyes meeting hers before lowering his mouth to her core. Electricity shot through her body when his mouth made contact with her labia, and gasping she let her head fall back. The witch buckled when Severus’ tongue slipped between her sensitive lower lips, and she shrieked as his arms wrapped around her thighs to hold her steady.

Hermione called on Merlin, Circe, Mauve, Diana and many other wizards and deities as Severus lapped at her sex, drinking in her sweetness, moving his tongue in small circles before flicking it over her clit, then sucking and nibbling her gently. She groaned when he stopped and parted her lips to look at her pretty pink pussy, his black eyes taking in the thin, membrane of skin that guarded her virtue for the past eighteen years. He pressed his tongue again her hymen gently, and it stretched allowing him to insert the tip inside her without rupturing it. Hermione cried out as he lightly thrust in and out of her entrance for a few moments, before returning to her clit, and sucking it lightly.

Hermione arched and let out a keening sound that started to increase. Severus realized just in time that she was heading toward orgasm, and as much as he wanted to take her to the edge, and over it, he moved away from her, wanting her orgasm to be cock inspired, and hopefully mutual with his own. He slid back up her body, feeling her thrusting her hips against him. This time he pulled up over her, letting his cock, still in his silk boxers, rest against her apex, and grinding it into her.

Hermione went wild, pumping her pussy against him, soaking his boxers with her juices. Severus groaned and looked down at the witch. Her eyes were like the eyes of a cat, the pupils dilated and wide with lust, her lips parted, and glistening. She looked wild and wanton. And she was wild and wanton as her hands slipped down to his ass and pulled him into her. This time Severus growled, shaking his head in wonder, his cock pulsing as it slid against her crotch. It felt as if it weighed a ton, it was so engorged with blood. Hermione’s hands slid around and rested for a moment on his lower belly, before sliding upward. He hissed.

Severus dropped back to the witch’s hot mouth. Hermione sucked his tongue in so deeply he thought he felt it dip into her throat. He worked himself against the moaning, thrashing witch, ready to fuck her now. Ready to plunge inside that beautiful, hungry, young body. Gods, she was a passionate little thing. He couldn’t remember such wantonness in a woman who wasn’t plied and loosened by drink. This was all Hermione he was experiencing. This passion was natural, powerful…almost overwhelming. He didn’t think Hermione would let him be gentle, not the way she was moving against him. She was almost violent in her response.

“Severus,” she gasped against his mouth. She was panting so hard it was an effort for her to speak. Her skin was shining with perspiration. He pulled back.

“Yes, Hermione” he replied, his dark eyes locked to hers. She looked so needful.

“I’m aching. Deflower me. Fuck me,” she whispered, “I don’t want to wait any longer.”

Severus stopped moving against her and rose to his knees. He pulled Hermione upward, a bit roughly, his lust threatening to take him over. He pulled her bra over her head and pushed her back down to the bed. Hermione writhed as Severus lowered his silk boxers and worked them under one knee, then the other, removing them and revealing himself to her, watching her reaction.

Severus’ cock was indeed huge, long, and thick, reaching almost halfway down his thigh. The swollen head pointed straight at Hermione, purpled by the large amount of blood swelling it to capacity, ribbed veins pulsing along the swollen shaft. Hermione was too far gone even to be daunted by it. No matter how big Severus was, she wanted him inside her, soothing the ache deep within her any way he could. The witch opened her arms to him, wanting to feel him against her. Severus’ dark eyes smoldered as he fell forward, once again resting his cock between her thighs, the chestnut fur of her pussy rubbing against his shaft deliciously.

He looked down at her. Gods she was more beautiful than he ever imagine she would be under him.

“Are you ready, Hermione?” he said, his voice made more silky and rich by desire.

“Yes. Gods yes,” she groaned up at him.

Severus had given her deflowerment a lot of thought. He rolled off her and she cried out trying to follow him. He sat up and pulled her up.

“We’re going to do this a bit differently than most probably would, Hermione,” he said to her as he positioned her on his lap facing him, her thighs on either side of his outstretched legs, bending her knees.

Hermione wrapped her arms around him, pressed her pussy against his cock and rotated her core against it desperately, stimulating herself, her mouth slack. Severus pushed her hips back, trying to hold her off so he could explain what they were doing. She seemed beyond explanations, however. But he still wanted her to know.

“After I enter you, Hermione, you will be able to control the speed, rhythm and the depth of my cock. You can move in a way that feels good to you, and I won’t hurt you. You can get used to me this way…then…later, the control will be in my hands,” he said.

“Just fuck me, Severus,” Hermione said brokenly, pushing her pussy forward.

So much for explanations.

Severus whispered the incantations to collect their emissions, then slid Hermione back further on his thighs and positioned himself against her hymen, biting his lip as he did so, looking down at his thickness resting between her open thighs. He lifted her slightly. She was so light Hermione groaned and tried to grind down on him. He held her up for a moment more, looking between their bodies. Then he slowly raised his head and looked her in the eyes as he slipped both arms behind her, curling his hands around her shoulders. He leaned her back and letting her rest against his forearms. Severus took a deep breath, and quickly yanked her downward as he thrust upward, breaking through her hymen as Hermione screamed, her pussy sliding tightly over him, her ass coming to rest on his lap.

At last, the final intrusion.

Severus held Hermione tight against him, his arms wrapped around her back, her head resting on his shoulder as she whimpered, stretched around his girth, impaled on his thick cock. The Potions Master couldn’t remember any other woman feeling this good as he held her, both elated and protective. He could feel the life in her pulsing around his member, throbbing like a small heartbeat. Severus held her like this for several minutes, fighting the urge to thrust, listening to her sobs ease as the initial pain died away. When she calmed, he leaned her back from his shoulder and kissed her deeply, igniting her again. Then he stopped and locked his black eyes to her dazed amber ones.

“Move, Hermione,” he said softly, his pale hands grasping her by her waist, “It's time to fuck me, witch.”

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A/N: Hermione is a natural. Had to stretch this out. Don’t look like that! Ya’ll know me by now. Lol Please review.