Time lost. ...EPILOGUE UP!

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My spell correcter was being an evil demon. Impervious, Imperius, (Maybe I am impervious to the imperius which is why Kalderas curses the fates about me... LOL) ugh. Changed and edited, thank you!!

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Hopefully, some lemons will make you happy. BTW, I will post again today, more plot stuff. Just neeed to get love out of the way.


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Severus shut the door and deposited Hermione on the bed.

Hermione looked worried and almost scared. Severus would have to do something about that. He could not stand the though of her scared, especially if it is of him.

Hermione absently bit her nail thinking, her eyes half-mast as she mulled over the events so far. Severus considered her for a long moment and then pulled up a chair across from where she was on his bed.

Hermione looked flushed and nervous. Something she had yelled at him was nagging at his thoughts but she had said so many things, he could not put his finger on any one single thing that bothered him.

Hermione suddenly looked up, and she saw Severus watching her guardedly from the chair. He looked pensive, intense and altogether too bloody good. If she was going to have to give him up soon then she wanted one last memory. Especially if it was the last one.

Hermione rose up from the bed and walked to him. Her hips swayed with the distinct femininity of being a grown woman bent on seducing her lover.

Severus swallowed hard and stood up. “Hermione, I think you should rest. The potion probably taxed you.”

Hermione pressed a fingertip to his lips, stopping whatever he had been about to say from coming. Hermione quickly slide back his robes and began to unbutton his pants.

“No, I want to see you. All of you.” Hermione’s voice held a strange determination and Severus felt a part of him inflame from her insistent fingers.

Severus purred at her touch. “We have plenty of time. You don’t have to do this tonight.”

Severus choked as he felt her cup him suddenly. Severus let out a slow breath and Hermione could feel him swell in her hand.

“Merlin, you are trying to drive me crazy.” Severus whispered and moved to touch her.

Hermione shook her head. “No! I want you to let me touch you.” She released his cock once it was hard and it jutted out thickly against his pale hips. Hermione unconsciously licked her lips.

Severus felt his breath whoosh out and his eyes glittered darkly at her but he understood that she did not want him to touch her yet. Severus was a patient man. He could wait. Hopefully not long since he was trembling.

Hermione pushed his robes off his shoulders to the floor. Severus glared at his sudden vulnerability to her but then true to his nature, he straightened in all his pale, sculpted glory. He was magnificent to her.

Severus was a lean, strong and beautiful male animal and he was all hers. To do whatever she wanted to.

Hermione flushed in pleasure as she walked around him, his arrogant pose dared her to say something.

Hermione stopped abruptly at his back. A soft gasp of dismay escaped her throat at the scar tissue. Whiplashes molded into his flesh, ugly jagged cuts that knotted in thick white scars, hatred carved into his milky white flesh.

Severus stiffened at her gasp knowing what she was seeing. His father’s drunken legacy. The wounds of childhood forever reminding him why he would never be a victim again from anything. Not with the knowledge and power, he now held in the Dark Lord.

Severus turned to her and grabbed her arms. “Don’t you dare pity me! I gave as good as I got. You understand me? I was never anyone’s victim.”

Hermione stared at the wounded boy in front of her with the wild eyes and she felt her heart breaking for him. She nodded at his words. Her soft chocolate eyes were a balm to his injured pride.

Hermione slipped from his grasp and moved to his back. She ran a tentative hand over the scar tissue there and stroked him lovingly.
Severus shuddered from the contact but didn’t move.

“You’re beautiful to me, Severus. So beautiful.” Her words washed over him as her fingers stroked gently.

Severus heard the truth in her words and he peeked into her mind and saw her love, no her desire for him, despite everything he had done.

“My turn.” His tone turned grim and he spun on her.

His hands reached around to cup her buttocks, dragging her against him as he lowered his mouth on her.

Tender and fierce, Severus explored the moist, hot mouth beneath him. His tongue darting out to soothe her dry lips and plunge in further, deeper. His tongue, sending darts of pleasure through her body with every masterful stroke.

Hermione opened her mouth to him and let him ravage her sweetly. God’s, she loved touching him. Her hands running over the length of his body, memorizing every curve, and hard plane, savoring it.

She inhaled his spicy scent as he lowered his mouth to the swell of her breasts and she could feel his hands tugging at the straps holding her costume together. Hermione arched her back and the straps fell, revealing her body to his greedy eyes.

Hermione in an unconscious bid for modesty covered her breasts from his view. A blush slightly flushing her cheeks as she slowly backed away from him.

“Oh, no witch. I said, my turn.” Severus smiled slowly and she shivered with delight at the picture it made.

Hermione snapshot his features as he stalked her towards the bed, vowing to remember this moment for the rest of her life. She released her breasts to his hungry gaze and Severus grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back.

“I want to see all of you witch. Vulnerable and aroused. Just like you saw me earlier.” Severus purred as he leaned down and blew on each nipple, watching as they swelled from the cold air, looking delightfully aroused.

Severus whispered hoarsely as he saw her flushed and excited eyes darken with lust. “You are so beautiful, Hermione.”

He just looked over her aroused body, staring but not touching her, other then to hold her wrists, forcing her breasts to push out temptingly.

Severus’s hold did not hurt, instead it was insanely arousing, knowing that he held her and simply wanted to stare at her. Meanwhile, not touching her with anything other then his dark, hungry eyes.

Hermione shuddered and arched as she felt moisture trickle between her legs and she found her voice.

“Please Severus. I can’t take this.”

Severus lowered his hand to fall flat on her belly. Hermione almost bucked off the bed from the contact. Her pelvis ached to thrust his hand lower and she squirmed, as she grew wetter.

“You demon.” Hermione’s words sounded like a guttural moan.

Severus lowered two elegant fingers to trace over her wet folds but not inserting, just teasing the outside flesh. Hermione jerked again from frustration.

“Never pretended otherwise.” Severus smirked and with one fluid movement, he pulled Hermione to sit on his lap on the edge of the bed.

Hermione arched her back and she could feel Severus hardness pressing into the apex between her legs but not exactly in the right position.

“More to the left.” Hermione choked out as Severus drew her hair over to the side and kissed her neck from behind.

Severus spreads Hermione’s legs out suddenly. “Not yet…” Severus purred and Hermione almost jumped. A hand snaked down to hold her thigh as he widens her legs a bit further, exposing the cold dungeon air to her pussy.

Hermione was dazed from the erotic position. She could feel herself leaking out as he cradled her back against his chest as he exposed Hermione’s body to view, but never entering inside her.

Severus licked her ear, his tongue delicately tracing the outside of her ear and Hermione shuddered.

“Oh Gods, please Severus.” Her voice was almost broken from the want and need that he was bringing to a boiling point inside her.

At that request, Severus widened her legs further, tucking them over his own thighs and Hermione feeling the pressure between her legs groaned. Her clit swollen from the teasing and the stretching was making her insanely sensitive.

“Now witch. How could you ever doubt, that I would want someone else when you are so ready for me, all the time. Made for me?” His words hissed across her neck and both hands circled around her back, up to cup her swollen breasts.

Hermione arched as his words caressed her ears. His voice, that voice of a fallen angel. Hermione felt her clit swell from the strain of her separated legs, combined with his taunting voice. and she jerked suddenly as she orgasmed.

Liquid was spilling from between her legs, and Severus could smell the rich, saltiness of Hermione’s juices.

Hermione sobbed and leaned forward, convulsing from the powerful orgasm. He had not even gone inside her. Had not touched her, not really.

Hermione pleaded brokenly. “Please Severus, love, please.” The words fell between them and Severus felt a warmth spread through him. He grasped the witch by the hips and adjusted her.

Severus raised her up and slid her down his cock. He could feel her hot, trembling pussy clenching around the end of his cock, the whole way down. Slick with her juices from the orgasm, it felt like Severus was coming home as he pistoned inside her, slamming her up and down again mercilessly.

Hermione shrieked as she could feel her pussy stretching with every thrust. Her body was like jello, Severus was controlling her, molding her to him, as he continued to pleasure her.

Hermione began to orgasm again when Severus pulled out suddenly. Hermione uttered a guttural scream of frustration.

Severus flipped her around suddenly. Hermione stared at him, her eyes wet from need.

“No, I want to do this right. You are not some faceless girl. I want to see you when I cum.” His words broke something free in Hermione and she opened her arms to him.

Severus gently lowered himself down on top of her and thrust inside. Severus moaned as he felt her close down around him and he began to move slower, teasing her with hard mind-blowing thrusts.

He lowered his mouth to hers, tenderly licking at her mouth as he possessed her. His eyes staring into her own before he sped up. Hermione could feel the tsunami building inside of her and she began to quiver, trembling before finally exploding as he pumped his seed deeply inside her.

Severus felt sweat slide down his back as he arched, yelling as he claimed her. He slumped against her, muttering her name, as he rolled to lie next to her.

Severus pulled Hermione to rest on top of him and she felt his heart pounding beneath her chest. Severus closed his eyes and a hand reached out to stroke an errant curl of Hermione’s hair.
The smell of sex was thick in the air but Severus could smell the sweet delicate fragrance of Hermione even greater.

“Why did you have to be a Mudblood?” Severus spoke quietly but Hermione could tell he had been mulling the question over a while. “Things are so different now. Things I cannot change.”

Hermione rested her face against his chest and closed her eyes.
“I don’t know.” Her whisper tickled across his chest and Severus gathered her closer to him, resting his arms about her waist. “You’re a clever witch then most Purebloods.” Severus caressed her lower back. “ You knew that I was a Death Eater.”

Hermione froze but hoped he did not notice her sudden rigidness. Severus did. “Hang on, how did you know that?” Severus growled suddenly.

Hermione searched her mind frantically. “Your mark. The one on your arm. I heard some people talking in Hogsmeade.”

Hermione reached a fingertip out and she moved to touch the Skull and Severus grabbed her hand. “Don’t! Don’t you ever touch that.” His tone was like ice.

Hermione blinked back fear and tried to speak evenly. “Severus, your hurting me.”

Severus blinked and released her fingers, massaging them gently. “I’m sorry, it’s just important that you leave that alone. It is like a Port Key, in a way to the Dark Lord. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Why would you do something that could hurt you, or others?” Hermione could not help asking, although she thought she may know the reason already.

Severus’s gaze grew darker and took on almost an eager lover’s caress. “Because, the price is small compared to the glories and power that I can learn from the Dark Lord. No one can ever take advantage of me again. Likewise, no one will ever hurt you because of me. I am too powerful now. Trust me Hermione. This is for the best. It will protect us.”

Severus’s whole body had gone stiff under her at the subject and Hermione tried to relax him by lowering her mouth to his own.

Hermione knew that he believed what he was saying. “ I do trust you Severus.” She kissed him slowly, savoring the taste of him against her.

Severus murmured appreciatively and pulled her closer to him.
“Insatiable little witch.”

Hermione smiled slightly and proceeded to distract him further. All the way into the night.




TBC..


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