Never Piss Off a House-Elf

POP!


Hermione and Severus were still locked in their kiss when they appeared back at the manor. Satchel and Miki looked up at the pair from their corner. They shared a look, and winked out of the room, leaving the masters to their business.


Crookshanks leaped out of Hermione's arms, knowing when he wasn't needed. He purred at the pair as he left to find the house-elves and hopefully get some nice fish in welcome. He sighed as he left the room, his bottlebrush tail flicking. Humans.


Severus caught Hermione's lips, nipping gently. She sighed into his mouth and ground against him. He jutted his hips against her, and growled his pleasure. One hand came up, cupping her breast, gently kneading. He walked her backwards slowly, until her back was against the banister. She leaned into him again. Severus pulled back a moment, leaning his forehead against Hermione's.


"Hermione, this is the magic's pull. I don't think you want to do this," Severus breathed. He was trying very hard to be a good man. Hermione's pants and moans weren't making it any easier, though. "You should go ward your rooms, Hermione. This magic will overtake us soon."


"Will I stop feeling like I'm on fire?" Hermione breathed, trying to kiss him again. Severus dodged her, barely. "Come on, Severus. . . magic or not, you want me."


Hermione's eyes were lidded as she gazed into the depths of his black ones. She smiled shyly at him as she carefully ground herself against him, sighing.


"Fine. But I want no regrets come morning, witch," Severus said, crushing his mouth against hers as her picked her up, firefighter-style, and carried her up the stairs.


Peeping in from the hall, Satchel and Miki giggled.


"Master's finally getting the in-outie," Miki said, reaching down to scratch Crookshanks.


"Which reminds Satchel," Satchel said, smiling at his new mate. Miki giggled and Crookshanks sighed again. He'd never get any attention if things continued like this.

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Hermione and Severus were trying to crawl inside each other by the time they got upstairs to Severus's bedroom. His hands were as iron, gripping her close to him. Every few kisses, Severus would drag his mouth from hers and trail his tongue down her neck, nipping all the way down to the neck of her shirt. A broad, creamy expanse of chest and the top of Hermione's bosom was exposed by the generous opening of the shirt, which Severus took great advantage of. He sucked in places, leaving behind high, red welts.


"Mine," he hissed into her neck, nuzzling his day's growth of beard against her, causing her to cry out. "Likes it, does she?" he growled, rubbing his beard down her neck and over that beautiful chest.


"Severus!" Hermione cried, writhing against his hold on her. He was causing all sorts of fires to flare up, and she could feel the heat and moistness in her knickers. She managed to get her hands up to where she could fist them in his hair. She pushed his face farther south, until he was sucking and biting her breasts through the thin cotton. Frustrated, Severus finally ripped the shirt down the middle, peeling it away from her and throwing it to the floor.


"Better," Severus tried to hiss, but passion was making his voice too hoarse to even try to hiss. He savagely attacked her breasts, grabbing one in his hand while assaulting the other with his skilled mouth. He plucked her nipples carefully, aware of her inexperience as she cried and mewed to his ministrations, alternately cursing and begging him to do more. "Patience, witch, patience. . . "


"Damn it, Severus, patience is not what I am aiming for," Hermione panted. She tried to use her hold on his hair to move him, but he staunchly refused to move. He pushed her breasts together and licked the nipples at the same time, causing Hermione to involuntarily gasp and release her hold on his hair.


She tried to bring her hands back down to regain her grip, but she was so jelly-limbed from his attentions that all he had to do was move slightly out of the way and she missed. Her arms wouldn't rise again to move him. Severus raise one long, slim hand and pushed against Hermione's throat gently until she bent back towards the bed, then he scooped her legs up with the other, depositing her squarely in the middle of his bed. She stared up at him from the sea of silk sheets, looking as helpless as the day she was born. Part of his mind shrieked briefly, reminding him of her youth. Another part of his mind, his anatomy, reminded him that she was of age, willing, and his.


A thought flashed through Severus's mind, and suddenly Wagner was piping through the room, intense and dark. It was an erotic piece, as his operas tended to be, and Hermione found her body throbbing in rhythm to the music. He removed her skirt and knickers without words. Her legs were tense but she couldn't seem to bring them together tightly; instead, her knees were crooked, framing her entrance as if it were a temple.


"Worship," his most inner desires said, while others demanded her sacrifice. Severus fought the smile on his face, not wanting to look like some eager boy. . . but he was. He removed his shirt and knelt before Hermione, gazing on her, taking in her beauty. Her chest heaved, and she refused to meet his gaze. That wouldn't do.


Severus gently grabbed her chin and turned her face until she had to look him in the eyes or close her eyes tight. He stared hard into her closed face before leaning down so his nose touched hers.


"Open your eyes, Hermione, or this has to stop," he said softly. She forced her eyes open and the gold burned back at him. She stared right into his eyes, and his control was lost. Severus let go of her face and leaned down, his mouth traveling down her throat and past her breasts. He dipped his tongue into her navel before he stopped just above her core.


Hermione's legs instinctively clamped together, and Severus sighed. He caressed her knee until she started to relax. His cock throbbed at the sheer trust in her eyes. Severus stroked his fingers down her stomach and through the tightly curling hair, testing her heat. She was so tight, so hot; he carefully slipped his fingers around her clit, stroking until she rewarded him with a gush of lubrication. He moved to taste her, but a small sound stopped him. He decided to put that particular pleasure off for another day.


"Hermione," Severus said, removing his clothing the rest of the way. He grasped his cock at the base, and her eyes widened at the sight. She reached for him, and he pushed her back. "Like this the first time. . . there's plenty of time for that later. . . "


He leaned forward, hovering over her until he could catch her mouth in his, thrusting as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She squealed into the kiss, but her body knew what to do, rolling and bucking. Severus groaned and grunted, slamming his hips forward and into her. She was panting and crying for him, and it brought him over the edge right with her.


It was an hour before Hermione was roused again. She had fallen asleep with Severus on top of her, his hair spread across her stomach. She liked the sight of him like that. She played with his hair for a bit, waiting for him to wake.


"I could get used to waking like this," Severus rumbled from his vantage point. He looked up at her from between her breasts. He nuzzled each in turn before he dragged himself down her body. She tensed again, but he wouldn't let her shut him out this time. "Tut-tut, Hermione. Now I am going to teach you about receiving pleasure, my dear. You might want to grab a pillow. . . "


Severus swept his tongue from the tips of her breasts down her stomach to her mound, carefully moving the crisp hair there aside. He could feel the heat building in her again, and he had the urge to taste her. He licked the blood away instead of scourgifying her.


"Mmmmm. . . virgin," he said, and Hermione sighed at the heat of his breath on her. He dipped his tongue gently into her, and she bucked. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and held her still while he tasted her, using deep strokes to sooth her aches. She mewled his name and dug her hands into his hand, urging him deep while trying to pull his head away. Finally, he stopped the torment and dragged himself back up her body. She was quivering, so close to the edge. He pulled his fingers across her jaw so lightly she thought she imagined it. He kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself, like rain in the summer, clean but with a taste of passion.


"Severus. . . please," Hermione whispered, reaching up to settle her arms around his waist. He stared down into her arms. "I ache for you. . . make it go away."


She licked her lip and something in Severus released. He grabbed her roughly, flipping her onto her stomach, and she was moaning and grinding against the bed. The sight made him even harder, and he groaned at the sight of her. She pushed herself to her knees, turning her head around to look at him before she lowered her torso to the bed, plumping her ass out at him in invitation. He grabbed her breasts from behind and squished them in his hands, rolling them as he kicked her legs wide and settled himself between them, his erection lying along her crack, rubbing slightly until her felt more moisture. She was dripping for him, the lust driving her to the brink.


She may have been a virgin, but her body knew what it wanted. She tried to rub against him, and he pulled back a bit.


"What do you say, Hermione?" Severus said, teasing her with a bit of cock at her entrance.


"Fuck me, damn it," she moaned rolling her hips at him. His hips instinctively tried to meet her, but he stopped.


"We say 'please', Miss Granger," Severus hissed as he reared back and slammed into her dripping entrance. She came immediately, but her initial reluctance spurred him on. "Miss Granger, I believe you should ask nicely if you'd like to be able to sit tomorrow."


Hermione gushed again, and he picked up on it.


"Miss Granger. . . I believe we'll have to discuss your etiquette," he hissed in his snarkiest classroom voice.


"S~-- Professor!" she screamed, coming for the final time, her pulsing flesh finally dragging him along for the ride. Severus held her while they came down, stroking her sides and thighs as she whimpered the last of her release. He didn't pull out until he was thoroughly soft. A soft 'pop' followed his withdrawal, and Hermione blushed.


"Sh. . . that's a good sign," Severus said, stroking her face while she panted next to him. He knew her buttons, but he had a feeling they shared a few. When she'd called him 'professor'. . . He kissed her gently on the lips, but she was already drifting off.


"Poppet."


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AN: Lemons for my faithful AFF readers. SO sorry about how long this took to get out. I have a few things I want to work in, so they had to been done carefully.