Disharmony in the Dungeons

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Chapter 22 ~ Breaking in the Marriage Bed

Hermione obeyed, sliding her hips back, feeling Severus’ thick cock retreating. Oh it felt so good. Severus pulled her forward gently, showing her what to do, thrusting into her, his mouth dropping open with pleasure. Hermione moaned as he filled her again. There was so much pressure, so much…him.

“You’re so big,” she whispered. The Potions Master couldn’t reply, he was so lost in being enfolded in her hot little body, his hands squeezing her waist, urging her to move.

Hermione pulled away again, groaning, then slid back, shuddering. She began to find her rhythm and started fucking Severus, burying him deeper inside her with every motion, her sweet voice rising and falling as he moved within her wetness, closer to her than anyone had ever been, plowing into that ache inside her and easing it. Severus thought this was what heaven might feel like, and fought the urge to take over as Hermione thrust herself on him harder, emitting little shrieks as the head of his cock banged into her cervix. He began to grunt when he hit bottom, his eyes half-lidded, watching her.

“Yes, that’s it Hermione, fuck me, you beautiful little minx” he groaned as she worked her pussy over him, moving faster and faster, her breasts bouncing as she rose and fell, caressing his shaft in softness and heat, her arms wrapped around his neck, her head thrown back in abandon. Severus fell on her breasts, biting and sucking them as she shrieked and hissed, bouncing on his cock, her head snapping forward, her hands grasping his head, holding him to her breasts tightly, so he found it hard to move as she slid up and down over him. Gods, she felt so good he wanted to flip her on her back and power drive into her. But this was her moment. She was learning his body, learning what felt good to her, and she was a fast learner, selfish as she rolled her hips, swirling him inside her and delighting in his hardness, reveling in his gasps, and groans. She was giving him pleasure. He liked what she was doing.

Hermione slammed her pussy down on his cock, hit a sweet spot and screamed, making Severus react so he began to thrust, taking over, driving into that precise spot over and over making her cry out as he plunged into her with growing ardor. Lost to the pleasure of fucking her, Severus pulled Hermione into his cock harder than he meant to, and she screamed his name for the first time.

“Hermione,” he groaned, gripping her waist tightly, lifting and lowering her light body over his thick cock, immersing himself in her, feeling her lubrication washing over him, looking down and watching his thickness piston between her creamy thighs.

“Gods, you feel so, so good my little Gryffindor,” Severus said to the shrieking, gasping witch, sweat beginning to roll down his back as he jerked her up and down. “My beautiful wife,” he breathed. “I never thought you’d want to stay with me,” he groaned, “When Albus told me I had to marry you, I never dreamed you’d end up giving yourself to me like this.”

Severus thrust up into the witch hard, responding to his own words, taking her, possessing her and claiming her completely. Hermione buckled, writhing around him, crying out at his strength. Suddenly she shuddered powerfully, her body beginning to clench around his cock. Severus’ mouth dropped open helplessly at her tightness…Hermione was about to orgasm…he had to come with her.

“Not yet!” he gasped, increasing his strength and driving into her powerfully, looking for his own release now as he tore through her body. Desperately, he rolled with her, trapping her under him and ramming his cock into her lustfully, telling her to wait for him, to hold back just a little bit longer.

Hermione wasn’t listening. She opened herself up to the exquisite bliss trying to swallow her whole, wanting it, needing it, thrusting her hips up and tilting her pelvis to receive every, deep, demanding stroke the Potions Master gave her. Severus felt it when she burst open, her climax rolling over him, her pussy becoming a living vise, drawing him in, sucking him down, rippling over his shaft, clutching at his head. Severus’ delight and Hermione’s powerful orgasm triggered his climax, his balls drawing up as the Potions Master bellowed, slamming his cock into Hermione up to his balls, forcing a tremulous, soul-deep scream from the little witch as he ejaculated into her strongly, straining against her, grunting loudly as he released and pulsed inside her, their emissions mingling, rolling over both of them as they clung to each other, becoming one.

A pale light formed around their bodies as the vials on the table shuddered, then filled, one with a deep crimson fluid, the other with a thick white cream. The light faded as the two lovers quaked against each other, spent and panting.

Severus felt himself deflating inside Hermione, her pussy still squeezing him as her orgasm wound down. He could feel her heart racing against his chest, and the pounding of his own heart answering hers. He had been right about his wife. She was an amazing fuck. Severus relaxed on Hermione full weight, enjoying the feel of her body beneath him, her breasts mashed against his chest. He was hunched over her, his face pressed into her hair. It smelled of jasmine.

Severus felt Hermione shifting beneath him weakly, and reluctantly rolled off of her, wrapping his arm under her shoulder and pulling her against him. His black eyes swept over the witch. She was glowing, partially from the sheen of sweat that covered her body from head to toe, and partially from an obviously satisfying experience. Her eyes were still closed as she breathed deeply. Severus blew on her face gently, cooling the skin of her brow while trying to get her to open her eyes and look at him. He wanted to see how she’d look at him.

Hermione did open her eyes and turned her face toward him. Her eyes had a tenderness in them that made his chest feel tight. No woman had ever looked at him so tenderly before. The closest thing to it he could remember were his mother’s eyes, but her look was loving for an entirely different reason. She had a mother’s love. This was a woman’s love.

Hermione smiled a shy smile at him. He smirked at the shyness. She certainly wasn’t shy a few moments ago.

“That was the most amazing experience of my life,” she said softly.

Severus had heard this from women before. But it never sunk in like it did now. She hadn’t had any other experiences like this like the other women had. She was speaking from her heart, and he felt it. Hermione shifted closer to him and rested her cheek on his shoulder.

“How do you feel?” Severus asked her, concerned she might be feeling some residual pain. He hadn’t been gentle with her, but he knew he had been good.

Hermione’s eyes swept over him.

“I feel like I want to do it again,” she said huskily, her eyes going dark.

Severus looked at her incredulously. It had only been five minutes. Not even he could recover in five minutes. Damn.

“We have to wait, Hermione,” he said as her brow furrowed a bit. “I need to recover.”

She didn’t say anything, but continued to look at him, her eyes dark with lust. Severus arched an eyebrow at her expression.

“What?” she asked him, a little irritation in her voice.

“You’re angry at me,” he replied, smirking a little at her impatience. “You haven’t had enough sex to get angry at me yet, you minx.”

“You just hit the unicorn on the horn, Severus. I haven’t had enough sex,” she replied, rather hungrily. “I want more. Now.”

“My gods,” Severus said looking at her, and brushing her damp hair out of her face. “I believe I’ve created a monster.”

He looked at Hermione consideringly. In regard to his varying appetites, maybe this was a good thing.

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A/N: :::lighting a cherry flavored cigarillo::: mmm. Please review.