Hard Times for Severus Snape - (Editing)

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Chapter 25 ~ A Little Tit for Tat

Severus looked down on the beautiful witch kneeling before him, holding his enormous erection in both hands, his mouth dropping open as she pressed her lips against the swollen head and kissed it softly before rolling her tongue around the tip slowly. Hermione held her head tilted back a little so he could clearly see what she was doing to his cock without her hair obstructing his view. The witch began to bathe his shaft with her lips and tongue, moving her mouth over the silken skin of his shaft, sucking, kissing and licking from the head to the base, taking her time, resting her cheek against his thigh as she first covered one side, then switching to the other, her long curls tickling his balls as she moved her mouth and head sensuously.

"Dear gods and goddesses," he breathed as Hermione took his cock into her mouth, closing her sweet, wet warmth over the head and sucking him hard. "You're beautiful. Absolutely beautiful, Hermione. Your mouth… yes. Gods, yes…"

Severus closed his eyes as Hermione began to slide her mouth and lips back and forth over his cock, her small hands clasped around his long, thick length, working up and down, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure throughout his body as she pulled him into her mouth, letting her teeth lightly graze him, tasting his maleness as he slid between her lips, loving the feel of him, applying herself with skill and delight to his pale, pulsing flesh that felt as if it were draped over a pole of iron.

Severus' pale hands slipped into Hermione's hair, grasping her head gently as she moved back and both over him. He looked down at her, at his cock filling her mouth, and he groaned. He was so large, but she wasn't daunted. There was no way she could swallow all of him, but she still was giving him great pleasure, utilizing her hands as well as her mouth, lips and tongue.

He had wanted this ever since the night they tested the potion and he couldn't respond to her ministrations. Hermione gave a little moan as she sucked his cock, then released him, lifted his heavy shaft and pressed her mouth to his balls, drawing them into her warm mouth and running her tongue over them, catching and manipulating them expertly between her lips as Severus growled, pushing forward reflexively, gritting his teeth against the pleasure. Hermione certainly knew what she was doing.

The Potions Master felt a little heated rush of jealousy at the thought of how Hermione must have become so talented at what she was doing to him. It was an irrational reaction, particularly since the witch obviously had no thought of anyone or anything but him at this moment, but the Potions Master felt a real sense of hostility toward every faceless wizard she had ever been with, or had any memory of.

His nostrils flaring, Severus pulled Hermione away from her ministrations and pushed his cock back into her mouth a bit roughly, pulling her lips over him, taking control, growling audibly as he thrust between her lips, his black eyes hard as diamond. She was his. He wanted to make sure she knew she was his and no one else's.

Hermione was turned on by the sudden shift in power. Severus taking control fed her little masochistic streak, and this was the way she envisioned Severus in her fantasies. Taking what he wanted from her.

"Suck me harder," he growled down at her, his pace increasing as he fucked her mouth possessively.

Hermione creamed herself as she complied, using her hands to stimulate the rest of his huge cock. Severus bit his lip as he watched his glistening shaft dip between hers with satisfaction. The wizard slipped his hands out of her hair, then placed one on the top of her head, using it to guide her as he thrust his hips forward, pumping into her hot, wet mouth strongly. Hermione felt good to him, exquisite in fact. The act was made even better because he was in control. The Potions Master was staking his claim, impressing upon the witch that she was for his pleasure.

"You'll do this for no one else but me," he hissed down at Hermione, "No one else will know this kind of pleasure from you."

Hermione was so caught up in what was happening between them, and burning up with so much lust she hardly registered the Potion Master's passionate declaration. But she heard him, sounding as if he were someplace far beyond her.

She stopped long enough to whisper, "No one but you, Severus" and fell back to him.

Her reply shot right to the Potions Master's balls, and he choked back a cry as he exploded, stunned and shuddering, pulling the witch tight to him, pushing his cock into her mouth as deep as he could and filling it his come, gasping as he watched her swallow every drop.

"Damn," he breathed as Hermione released him, settling back on her knees, her head lowered, her hair falling into her face as she panted.

Severus looked at her for a long moment, then reached down and placed his long, pale fingers on the witch's chin, tilting her face so he could see it clearly.

Hermione looked up at him through the tangle of curls, her amber eyes soft and hungry, her lips parted and glistening. In that moment she looked more beautiful than he could ever have imagined.

"Stand up," he said hoarsely, offering his hand to the witch, who took it, and let him pull her to her feet

Hermione's entire body felt as if it were on fire, and the witch had an ache between her legs that was throbbing so badly, she thought the Potions Master might hear the walls of her sex clapping together. She bit her lip as she looked up at him, her need evident on her face.

"I know, Hermione, I know," Severus said softly, sweeping her up in his arms and carrying her to his bed.

The Potions Master sat the aroused witch down on the side of the bed, parting her legs gently then lowering himself to his knees between them. He placed his hands on her shoulders, then smoothed them down her body, sliding his palms over her breasts and belly, before running them along her thighs. Hermione rested back on her elbows, arching and sighing as he did this again, this time fondling her body, reacquainting himself with her curves, watching her reaction to his touch. The scent of her arousal was heady, and the Professor lowered his head and lifted her thighs to his shoulders.

Severus spread her labia with one hand, revealing her pink center glistening with her juices, her musky scent rising, the aroma causing the wizard's mouth to water. The little "man in the boat" was standing at attention. Hermione's pussy was so hot he could see it pulsing and clutching, as if begging to be filled.

"Severus," Hermione moaned, her voice full of ache and need. "Severus…please. I can't…I want…"

"I'm here," he replied, "I know what you want, Hermione…what you need. I will take care of you fully in a little while, sweet."

He blew on her pussy, and Hermione thrust her hips up as the warm air hit her, hissing like a cat. Severus' eyes went hot.

"Here kitty kitty…" he breathed.

Hermione felt the feather touch of his black locks brush against her inner thighs as he wrapped his arms securely around her legs and lowered his mouth to her core. She buckled as his soft lips connected, capturing her clit between them and worrying it teasingly before pulling away, stretching the sensitive peak deliciously as the witch arched and howled, then tickling it with his tongue. The Potions Master began lapping up the juices that glazed her center like sugar, Hermione's fingers twisted in his silky hair, her voice rising and falling uncontrollably, reverberating off the stone walls as the Professor drank his fill of her. To the lusty wizard, she was sweeter than any ambrosia.

To Hermione, the entire world was compressed to the point where the wizard's mouth, lips and supple tongue connected with her core, twisting, licking, sucking and driving her toward the brink of pleasure. She could feel the knot in her belly expanding, flowing slow like molasses, spreading bliss and fire, her thighs beginning to tremble as she came closer to the edge. She chanted Severus' name like a mantra, whispered it like a prayer.

Severus' cock throbbed as the witch cried out and he growled against her hot flesh, sending tremors throughout her flexing, writhing body. He felt blood flowing, and the familiar, pulsing swell of a growing erection throbbing between his legs. He began licking her faster, causing the witch to struggle wildly, cursing and crying out his name even louder. He liked the way his name sounded, breathless and broken on her lips.

This was good, so good, but he couldn't wait to fuck her.

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A/N: They are certainly getting the party started. Mmm mmm good, lol. Please review.