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The Final Chapter ~ Her Promise Fulfilled
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Chapter 26 ~ The Final Chapter ~ Her Promise Fulfilled
Severus awoke sputtering. It felt like his face was covered in cobwebs. He brushed at the strands, pushing away a tangle of hair that was caught in his mouth. He was now aware of something heavy resting on his shoulder. Turning slightly, he saw it was Hermione’s curly head. She lay against him, her cheek resting on his shoulder, her body curled in the fetal position, her hands pulled to her breasts, and her knees bent against his thighs. She was sleeping the exhaustive sleep of the sated. He appreciated the fact she didn’t wrap herself around him in the manner of the Giant Squid. He liked his space. Still, it was pleasant to have her sleeping naked next to him. Easy access after all.
After their act, Severus had carried the young witch to his bed and laid her down. It seemed that she always wanted to sleep after sex, thus dispelling the myth that only men do so, while women want to talk, and cuddle. Severus smirked. Maybe that myth didn’t apply if the job’s done right…maybe she only slept after extremely good sex.
He had gone to his stores and brought her a red vial along with the purple one this time, it was a much stronger potion for pain. He had a real time getting the sleepy witch to drink it, but he managed, not wanting her to awake and be subjected to the aftermath of their very passionate session. He knew that no matter how ardently she had responded, there would be a physical cost later. Then he had performed the “Os Mundus” charm on her, laughing loudly as she writhed and cursed him as the little mouths did their duty, stimulating her when she was utterly exhausted. It seemed the spell cleaned women a lot more intimately than it did men.
He looked at the sleeping witch again as he thought of the ferocity with which he took her. Good thing she had chosen a Potions Master for a lover. If she had another man so ardent, she’d be in a bad, bad way.
Another man.
Severus felt his stomach tighten jealously. It was an unfamiliar sensation. He had always been rather selfish and possessive, a solid Slytherin trait, but not when it came to women. Most of the women he had been with were either prostitutes, or promiscuous, wanting nothing more than a hard cock to get them through the night, which he certainly provided, so there was no reason for jealousy. He had accepted the fact that he would always be alone, and his contact with women would just be on a sexual level. Thank you, Madam, for the use of your rather loose orifices.
There had been one young woman, who during his sixth year at Hogwarts, he felt something for, but he discovered her shagging Sirius Black, and it broke Severus’ heart. Sirius had only fucked her because he knew the snarky, young man was in love with her. Black had made sure they would be discovered, since he was taking her against a wall hidden in a niche in the dungeons where Severus passed every night after curfew, fulfilling his Prefect duties. What made it so bad, was that Severus had never touched her, other than a few passionate, stolen kisses. He treated her with respect and restraint, and thought to ask her to marry him one day.
The girl had been sorry, and tried to make it up to him, physically, giving him what, in his opinion, Black had already defiled. Severus left her broken and sobbing on the floor of the Room of Requirement, having exacted his revenge in a very brutal and intimate way. He never talked to her again after that, and never pursued another woman romantically. He took the Mark shortly afterward, at which point, a normal relationship was out of the question. Deatheaters for the most part, shared their women, and any reluctance to do so, was considered a sign of disloyalty. A deatheater’s only real fidelity was to the Dark Lord.
Severus looked down at Hermione. He would never willingly share her with anyone. He chalked up his possessiveness to having been the first man to introduce her to intimacy, the first to taste the joys of her passionate body and nature. If he had been a dog, he would probably have peed on her. He felt a small clench of anger as he remembered her with the young man from the club, and his clumsy handling of her. Well, she wouldn’t have to worry about that anymore. He was her exclusive lover now. He would never leave her dissatisfied. His sexual drive, ego and wild desire for her wouldn’t let him.
Hermione sighed, and shifted against him, her legs straightening, sliding deliciously down his own, while she arched against him in a long, languorous stretch. She fell still again. The contact had done its duty, however, and Severus’ cock lay hard against his thigh. But he didn’t make any move to mount her. He lay there, listening to her breathe.
Suddenly, he was aware of her soft lips pressed against his jaw, kissing him sleepily. The lips moved to his throat, and she licked and suckled his neck several times before resuming her gentle kisses. It felt exquisite. He moved his head slightly to give her better access. She pulled herself up, and followed his jaw line, to his ear, and ran her tongue behind it, before moving to his face, kissing his forehead, eyes and even his large nose, before falling to his mouth. Gods she tasted sweet.
Severus pulled her on top of him, enjoying the shapely softness of her body resting on his, as she continued to kiss him, pushing her tongue into his mouth and exploring him gently. Severus had a raging hard-on now, but was reluctant to stop to fuck her…this felt so, so good. Hermione slid lower, kissing his throat again, covering every inch of it with her warm mouth, lips and tongue. He groaned as she moved from shoulder to shoulder, adding her teeth to her ministrations. She bit at him tenderly, and his hands found her hair, massaging her scalp as she continued down to his chest, her mouth lapping at his nipples, her tongue running down the cleft between his muscles…she left no part of him untouched, even kissing under his arms and down his sides, alternating deliciously from left to right to left again. Her movements were sensuous, almost cat-like as she moved across his body. He couldn’t help thinking he was indeed with the Lioness of Gryffindor, and she had claimed him for her own.
He pushed his hips against her, aroused, but still unwilling to stop this beautiful woman from continuing this sweet, torturous exploration of his body. Her mouth moved over the rigid muscles of his abdomen, and she slid her body further down, as she nosed his pubic hair, then kissed and sucked the sharp bones of his hips. He closed his eyes as her lips reached his cock, and she kissed and licked the shaft of it, but made no attempt to take it into her mouth as she pushed his legs apart and ran her tongue along his inner thighs. Oh, this was glorious, glorious. She took his balls in her mouth and gently licked and suckled them, and he thought he was going to explode right there, but she pulled away gently, and continued down his legs, alternating from one side to the other, her warm, wet mouth sliding over his pale skin, his thighs, his calves, even licking his ankles, sucking his toes.
“Oh, Hermione,” he groaned as her mouth moved along the ball of his foot, “woman, what are you doing to me?”
“Loving you,” she replied, her amber eyes full of a wondrous softness that made his heart catch.
He remembered another promise she made during his seduction:
I will suck your cock. I will lick your balls. I will bathe your body with my mouth, my tongue. I will do anything to please you…
Gods.
She reached up and pushed on his hip gently.
“Turn over,’ she whispered. Severus flipped hand lay on his stomach, resting his head on his hands as her sweet mouth made its journey, up the back of his legs, over his buttocks, even running her tongue between his cheeks gently, which made him shiver. He could feel her soft breasts moving across his skin, as she kissed the small of his back. She worked her way up his spine, and when she came to the mass of scars, she hesitated, and sighed, kissing them more tenderly than she had any other part of his body. Gods, he wanted her. But this time, he didn’t want to pummel her, or bounce off her body like a trampoline. He wanted her to be with him in this possession, possessing him as he possessed her. He groaned her name again, with urgency in his voice that made her pause, before continuing to his shoulders, and his throat, ending in a gentle, searing kiss on his parted lips.
“Turn over,” she whispered against his ear, “let me show you what I’m feeling.”
The last promise.
… I will ride your cock, slide the vise of my deepness over it, over and over again until the pleasure is too much.
Severus turned over again, resting on his back, and watched Hermione as she gently straddled him, her hot, smooth hand wrapping around his cock, and positioning it upward. The look on her face was hungry, but not lustful…her expression was too soft, too tender for lust. She lifted herself, and placing her pussy against his head, slid him smoothly inside her warmth.
Severus hissed, and his hands automatically gripped her waist, as she began to slowly slide her silken heat up and down over his shaft, rolling her belly, taking him in fully, her ass resting and rising on his thighs. Severus’ could only watch her, feel her working over his cock, his mouth slack with the beauty of her possession, so unlike his own raging sieges.
She rode him gently, but let him go deep, pressing him against her cervix and sighing with pleasure.
“I’ve wanted to do this, like this, for so long, Severus,” she whispered to him as she rose and fell, her amber eyes closed in pleasure, “it’s what I dreamed of in my deepest fantasy. I wanted to give myself to you because of all you’ve done for us; I wanted you to know…that it meant something. And I wanted it to be special and good to you if you accepted me. That’s why I came to you a virgin. It’s all I had to give to you.”
She let out a gasp as Severus sharply thrust into her in reaction to her words, before gentling again. She continued, her eyes dark with emotion, gasping slightly as she took her pleasure from Severus.
“I went through all that I went through, Severus, in the hope I could have you, even once, tender, like this.”
Severus groaned, and pushed himself deeper inside this beautiful, giving creature, his heart full, thankful for her gift of her body, of herself. She moaned, and said his name almost reverently. Leaning forward, she kissed him passionately, her body still wrapped around him, rolling her hips in small circles, making him groan as his buried shaft swirled inside her, rubbing against every soft curve of her tight, wet walls. His arms tightened around her, and he ran his fingers through her tangled hair, guiding her to a deeper, more intimate kiss, as he increased the depth of his stroke, moving faster, harder. She began to gasp as his thrust lengthened and her possession became his possession. But he didn’t lose control. He had purpose, tender purpose as he thrust up into her, feeling her body heat up and begin that now familiar trembling.
“Yesss, Hermione, yesss, sweetness,” he murmured against her mouth. “Give yourself to me. All of you.”
Hermione sobbed, this time not from welcome pain, but from the emotion that threatened to boil over inside her, from the truth that this beautiful, brave man wanted her, took pleasure in her, and willingly let down the walls that surrounded him to allow her to bring solace into his tortured life.
“Only you, Severus,” she whispered, quaking strongly in his arms, bouncing slightly as his ardor grew.
Severus buried himself, not only in her body, but in her emotion, in her love, and it was the most singularly beautiful experience he had ever shared with anyone. He slid through her with passion, and longing, the more of her he got, the more of her he wanted, wanting this feeling to last forever as she gently gave him all she had to give. His thrusts became more powerful, but still remained tender, searching for that place where her very soul was hidden and waiting. And he found it when she stiffened, let out a soft, startled cry, and gushed over him, her orgasm hot as lava, her shuddering a quiet earthquake shattering the plates of her being, and she melted into him, becoming part of him as he released himself into her flow, a geyser, a volcano, rupturing and following her, with a quiet roar, into sweet and perfect union.
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Serverus lay with his arms wrapped tightly around Hermione, his heart pounding like native drums, his eyes moist, as if he had just experienced the most magnificent symphony ever written, and wept from its beauty. He felt as if the whole ugly veneer of his life had been temporarily lifted, and thrown aside, along with the pain, horror and trepidation, and he could finally breathe the sweet air again. He knew it was an illusion, that nothing had changed, that the world itself was no better, but what a beautiful illusion it was.
Then again, it wasn’t all illusion. The woman in his arms was real, real enough to dispel his darkness, real enough to make the future a lesser pain, one that he could bear.
“I love you, Severus.”
His embrace tightened.
“I know, Hermione… I know.”
THE END
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A/N: A real epilogue coming, that tells the final outcome of the pair and what happens in the final battle. Thanks for reading all, and for the wonderful reviews.
Medea: Good heads up on letting others know the dangers of…indulging like our pair. Remember folks, this is Wizard sex…the same laws don’t apply to muggles.
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Chapter 26 ~ The Final Chapter ~ Her Promise Fulfilled
Severus awoke sputtering. It felt like his face was covered in cobwebs. He brushed at the strands, pushing away a tangle of hair that was caught in his mouth. He was now aware of something heavy resting on his shoulder. Turning slightly, he saw it was Hermione’s curly head. She lay against him, her cheek resting on his shoulder, her body curled in the fetal position, her hands pulled to her breasts, and her knees bent against his thighs. She was sleeping the exhaustive sleep of the sated. He appreciated the fact she didn’t wrap herself around him in the manner of the Giant Squid. He liked his space. Still, it was pleasant to have her sleeping naked next to him. Easy access after all.
After their act, Severus had carried the young witch to his bed and laid her down. It seemed that she always wanted to sleep after sex, thus dispelling the myth that only men do so, while women want to talk, and cuddle. Severus smirked. Maybe that myth didn’t apply if the job’s done right…maybe she only slept after extremely good sex.
He had gone to his stores and brought her a red vial along with the purple one this time, it was a much stronger potion for pain. He had a real time getting the sleepy witch to drink it, but he managed, not wanting her to awake and be subjected to the aftermath of their very passionate session. He knew that no matter how ardently she had responded, there would be a physical cost later. Then he had performed the “Os Mundus” charm on her, laughing loudly as she writhed and cursed him as the little mouths did their duty, stimulating her when she was utterly exhausted. It seemed the spell cleaned women a lot more intimately than it did men.
He looked at the sleeping witch again as he thought of the ferocity with which he took her. Good thing she had chosen a Potions Master for a lover. If she had another man so ardent, she’d be in a bad, bad way.
Another man.
Severus felt his stomach tighten jealously. It was an unfamiliar sensation. He had always been rather selfish and possessive, a solid Slytherin trait, but not when it came to women. Most of the women he had been with were either prostitutes, or promiscuous, wanting nothing more than a hard cock to get them through the night, which he certainly provided, so there was no reason for jealousy. He had accepted the fact that he would always be alone, and his contact with women would just be on a sexual level. Thank you, Madam, for the use of your rather loose orifices.
There had been one young woman, who during his sixth year at Hogwarts, he felt something for, but he discovered her shagging Sirius Black, and it broke Severus’ heart. Sirius had only fucked her because he knew the snarky, young man was in love with her. Black had made sure they would be discovered, since he was taking her against a wall hidden in a niche in the dungeons where Severus passed every night after curfew, fulfilling his Prefect duties. What made it so bad, was that Severus had never touched her, other than a few passionate, stolen kisses. He treated her with respect and restraint, and thought to ask her to marry him one day.
The girl had been sorry, and tried to make it up to him, physically, giving him what, in his opinion, Black had already defiled. Severus left her broken and sobbing on the floor of the Room of Requirement, having exacted his revenge in a very brutal and intimate way. He never talked to her again after that, and never pursued another woman romantically. He took the Mark shortly afterward, at which point, a normal relationship was out of the question. Deatheaters for the most part, shared their women, and any reluctance to do so, was considered a sign of disloyalty. A deatheater’s only real fidelity was to the Dark Lord.
Severus looked down at Hermione. He would never willingly share her with anyone. He chalked up his possessiveness to having been the first man to introduce her to intimacy, the first to taste the joys of her passionate body and nature. If he had been a dog, he would probably have peed on her. He felt a small clench of anger as he remembered her with the young man from the club, and his clumsy handling of her. Well, she wouldn’t have to worry about that anymore. He was her exclusive lover now. He would never leave her dissatisfied. His sexual drive, ego and wild desire for her wouldn’t let him.
Hermione sighed, and shifted against him, her legs straightening, sliding deliciously down his own, while she arched against him in a long, languorous stretch. She fell still again. The contact had done its duty, however, and Severus’ cock lay hard against his thigh. But he didn’t make any move to mount her. He lay there, listening to her breathe.
Suddenly, he was aware of her soft lips pressed against his jaw, kissing him sleepily. The lips moved to his throat, and she licked and suckled his neck several times before resuming her gentle kisses. It felt exquisite. He moved his head slightly to give her better access. She pulled herself up, and followed his jaw line, to his ear, and ran her tongue behind it, before moving to his face, kissing his forehead, eyes and even his large nose, before falling to his mouth. Gods she tasted sweet.
Severus pulled her on top of him, enjoying the shapely softness of her body resting on his, as she continued to kiss him, pushing her tongue into his mouth and exploring him gently. Severus had a raging hard-on now, but was reluctant to stop to fuck her…this felt so, so good. Hermione slid lower, kissing his throat again, covering every inch of it with her warm mouth, lips and tongue. He groaned as she moved from shoulder to shoulder, adding her teeth to her ministrations. She bit at him tenderly, and his hands found her hair, massaging her scalp as she continued down to his chest, her mouth lapping at his nipples, her tongue running down the cleft between his muscles…she left no part of him untouched, even kissing under his arms and down his sides, alternating deliciously from left to right to left again. Her movements were sensuous, almost cat-like as she moved across his body. He couldn’t help thinking he was indeed with the Lioness of Gryffindor, and she had claimed him for her own.
He pushed his hips against her, aroused, but still unwilling to stop this beautiful woman from continuing this sweet, torturous exploration of his body. Her mouth moved over the rigid muscles of his abdomen, and she slid her body further down, as she nosed his pubic hair, then kissed and sucked the sharp bones of his hips. He closed his eyes as her lips reached his cock, and she kissed and licked the shaft of it, but made no attempt to take it into her mouth as she pushed his legs apart and ran her tongue along his inner thighs. Oh, this was glorious, glorious. She took his balls in her mouth and gently licked and suckled them, and he thought he was going to explode right there, but she pulled away gently, and continued down his legs, alternating from one side to the other, her warm, wet mouth sliding over his pale skin, his thighs, his calves, even licking his ankles, sucking his toes.
“Oh, Hermione,” he groaned as her mouth moved along the ball of his foot, “woman, what are you doing to me?”
“Loving you,” she replied, her amber eyes full of a wondrous softness that made his heart catch.
He remembered another promise she made during his seduction:
I will suck your cock. I will lick your balls. I will bathe your body with my mouth, my tongue. I will do anything to please you…
Gods.
She reached up and pushed on his hip gently.
“Turn over,’ she whispered. Severus flipped hand lay on his stomach, resting his head on his hands as her sweet mouth made its journey, up the back of his legs, over his buttocks, even running her tongue between his cheeks gently, which made him shiver. He could feel her soft breasts moving across his skin, as she kissed the small of his back. She worked her way up his spine, and when she came to the mass of scars, she hesitated, and sighed, kissing them more tenderly than she had any other part of his body. Gods, he wanted her. But this time, he didn’t want to pummel her, or bounce off her body like a trampoline. He wanted her to be with him in this possession, possessing him as he possessed her. He groaned her name again, with urgency in his voice that made her pause, before continuing to his shoulders, and his throat, ending in a gentle, searing kiss on his parted lips.
“Turn over,” she whispered against his ear, “let me show you what I’m feeling.”
The last promise.
… I will ride your cock, slide the vise of my deepness over it, over and over again until the pleasure is too much.
Severus turned over again, resting on his back, and watched Hermione as she gently straddled him, her hot, smooth hand wrapping around his cock, and positioning it upward. The look on her face was hungry, but not lustful…her expression was too soft, too tender for lust. She lifted herself, and placing her pussy against his head, slid him smoothly inside her warmth.
Severus hissed, and his hands automatically gripped her waist, as she began to slowly slide her silken heat up and down over his shaft, rolling her belly, taking him in fully, her ass resting and rising on his thighs. Severus’ could only watch her, feel her working over his cock, his mouth slack with the beauty of her possession, so unlike his own raging sieges.
She rode him gently, but let him go deep, pressing him against her cervix and sighing with pleasure.
“I’ve wanted to do this, like this, for so long, Severus,” she whispered to him as she rose and fell, her amber eyes closed in pleasure, “it’s what I dreamed of in my deepest fantasy. I wanted to give myself to you because of all you’ve done for us; I wanted you to know…that it meant something. And I wanted it to be special and good to you if you accepted me. That’s why I came to you a virgin. It’s all I had to give to you.”
She let out a gasp as Severus sharply thrust into her in reaction to her words, before gentling again. She continued, her eyes dark with emotion, gasping slightly as she took her pleasure from Severus.
“I went through all that I went through, Severus, in the hope I could have you, even once, tender, like this.”
Severus groaned, and pushed himself deeper inside this beautiful, giving creature, his heart full, thankful for her gift of her body, of herself. She moaned, and said his name almost reverently. Leaning forward, she kissed him passionately, her body still wrapped around him, rolling her hips in small circles, making him groan as his buried shaft swirled inside her, rubbing against every soft curve of her tight, wet walls. His arms tightened around her, and he ran his fingers through her tangled hair, guiding her to a deeper, more intimate kiss, as he increased the depth of his stroke, moving faster, harder. She began to gasp as his thrust lengthened and her possession became his possession. But he didn’t lose control. He had purpose, tender purpose as he thrust up into her, feeling her body heat up and begin that now familiar trembling.
“Yesss, Hermione, yesss, sweetness,” he murmured against her mouth. “Give yourself to me. All of you.”
Hermione sobbed, this time not from welcome pain, but from the emotion that threatened to boil over inside her, from the truth that this beautiful, brave man wanted her, took pleasure in her, and willingly let down the walls that surrounded him to allow her to bring solace into his tortured life.
“Only you, Severus,” she whispered, quaking strongly in his arms, bouncing slightly as his ardor grew.
Severus buried himself, not only in her body, but in her emotion, in her love, and it was the most singularly beautiful experience he had ever shared with anyone. He slid through her with passion, and longing, the more of her he got, the more of her he wanted, wanting this feeling to last forever as she gently gave him all she had to give. His thrusts became more powerful, but still remained tender, searching for that place where her very soul was hidden and waiting. And he found it when she stiffened, let out a soft, startled cry, and gushed over him, her orgasm hot as lava, her shuddering a quiet earthquake shattering the plates of her being, and she melted into him, becoming part of him as he released himself into her flow, a geyser, a volcano, rupturing and following her, with a quiet roar, into sweet and perfect union.
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Serverus lay with his arms wrapped tightly around Hermione, his heart pounding like native drums, his eyes moist, as if he had just experienced the most magnificent symphony ever written, and wept from its beauty. He felt as if the whole ugly veneer of his life had been temporarily lifted, and thrown aside, along with the pain, horror and trepidation, and he could finally breathe the sweet air again. He knew it was an illusion, that nothing had changed, that the world itself was no better, but what a beautiful illusion it was.
Then again, it wasn’t all illusion. The woman in his arms was real, real enough to dispel his darkness, real enough to make the future a lesser pain, one that he could bear.
“I love you, Severus.”
His embrace tightened.
“I know, Hermione… I know.”
THE END
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A/N: A real epilogue coming, that tells the final outcome of the pair and what happens in the final battle. Thanks for reading all, and for the wonderful reviews.
Medea: Good heads up on letting others know the dangers of…indulging like our pair. Remember folks, this is Wizard sex…the same laws don’t apply to muggles.