#6 ~ A Matter of Matrimony

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Chapter 26 ~ The Serpent and His Lioness Den Down

Lips locked, Severus carried his wife over the threshold of the cottage. He set her down gently in the middle of the room, his eyes upon her. Hermione turned, taking in everything, the two large windows that overlooked the ocean, the studio kitchen, the cooler, the small end table still decorated with flowers, the oak chair against the far wall, and the huge four-poster canopy bed that dominated the room, still covered with the same thick blue bedspread and a large assortment of pillows.

Severus watched her take the room in, his own mind steeped in the memories they made here, when he was a lusty, self-seeking Professor taking his pleasures of an infacuated, recently graduated young virgin he never intended to ever touch again. His eyes swept over Hermione, who walked about the room, sniffing the flowers, running her hands over the bed spread, gazing for a moment out of the windows and down to the sea. Her eyes fell on the oak chair, and she blushed prettily, remembering how she showed Severus in no uncertain terms how brains could be sexy by deep-throating him with a spell she’d created just for that purpose. A spell that she eventually used to save his life. She turned to him, her eyes shining.

“It’s just as we left it, Severus. It’s like going back in time,” she breathed.

Severus smiled at her softly. She had been wearing a similar white sundress that first time, and still wore the crown of flowers in her hair from the wedding. She reminded him of a lovely, young nymph, standing where the rays of the sun fell through the windows, illuminating her. He stepped to her, taking her in his arms.

“Yes,” he said, looking at her kindly, “it is like going back in time, but the only difference will be, this time I will be your husband, and making love to you the way I should have that first time.”

“You were good then, you taught me so much that night,” she said, her eyes shining into his.

“I was selfish. Greedy. Brutal. I abused a gift I should’ve treasured. I was your first, Hermione, and I abandoned you,” he said softly.

“But I knew that you didn’t want a relationship, Severus,” she said, “and besides, you did come back to me.”

“Yes, but again, I came back angry, angry that I still wanted you, angry that you never tried to call on me…angry you followed the agreement. Remember the first night I seduced you, how I ravaged you? I had no control. Again I abused your gift to me, battering you unmercifully for my own pleasure, intentionally hurting you…”

“You need to remember how much I loved it too, Severus. I wanted you that way,” she murmured into his chest, loving the feel of his arms around her, and the rich timber of his voice.

“But I didn’t know that then, my love, I only knew I wanted to possess you, to punish you, to make you scream for me, submit to me whether you wanted it that way or not,” he said, pulling her close, his heart full of remorse.

“Severus, you took me the only way you knew how. You weren’t the man you are now, you weren’t in love with me then. But you knew what I desired and gave it to me the way I needed. Then you accepted my love.”

“Unwillingly. I was such a fool, Hermione, “ he breathed, “I fought against loving you so hard…”

”You were afraid to love me, Severus. Afraid what would happen to me if it were discovered. I remember you telling me you wouldn’t care if the whole wizarding world were destroyed, as long as I survived. You loved me long before you admitted it, Severus.”

“I was also afraid of what would happen to me, if having loved you, I lost you. Afraid that all the beauty you brought me would fade back into the darkness that was my life…”

Hermione held up her hand, displaying her wedding ring.

“You don’t ever have to fear losing me again, Severus. I am yours, completely. I want no other wizard, no other man but you, and this ring symbolizes the depth and purity of my love. I will never leave you. I am your lover, your wife, and your Lady forever.”

His Lady. Forever. Just as Eli had said.

Severus groaned and crushed her to him, his desire for her suddenly spiraling out of control. He felt himself harden against her, and she responded, pulling his mouth down to hers and kissing him deeply. He tasted her sweetness. Her need. His tongue wrapping around her gently, but urgently. She pulled back from his kiss, her eyes soft and heated.

“Make love to me, husband, “ she whispered, beginning to unfasten his robes.

“Yes, my wife,” he breathed, watching her face as she worked, moving lower. His robes tented, and she hesitated over the buttons there, then continued until his robes were parted. Instead of removing his robes, she began to work on the fastenings to his pants, her breath hitching and coming in gasps as she released them and pulled at his silk boxers.

“Hermione…” Severus said, his hands coming up.

“Shhh,’ she responded, moving his hands away, kneeling.

Oh gods.

“Let me, Severus,” she breathed, wrapping her hands gently around his cock and pulling it out, kissing the swollen tip and looking up at him.

He looked down at his wife, her eyes shining with love, a garland of flowers in her hair, holding his cock in her small hands and swore he had never seen anything more arousing and beautiful in his entire life. He was blessed. He was the luckiest man in the world.

“Yes,” he breathed as she took him into her warm mouth, laving his mushrooming head with her hot tongue, and running her hands up and down his thick shaft. Severus watched her as she began to bob on his huge member, and felt waves of pleasure shooting up and down his shaft, his balls pulsing. He leaned his head back and let out a gutteral groan that came deep from his belly.

Hermione gasped, and began to suck him like a lollipop. She couldn’t take him all in, because she hadn’t applied the relaxo spell, but her intention was to pleasure her husband, not to bring him to climax. She ran her tongue over the hot, hard flesh filling her mouth, and could feel the blood engorged veins pulsing beneath her lips as they slid over his length. She was so aroused she felt her insides begin to clench.

Severus began to thrust gently, letting his hands slip into her soft hair, over the garland. His mouth hung open, slack with pleasure and his eyes rolled up into his head as she began to move faster and faster, squeezing and caressing his shaft. Severus gasped as she took him out of her mouth, kissing and licking the full length of his cock, her hot hands dipping to cup his balls. She felt his balls tighten and quickly took him back into her mouth, sucking him hard. Severus jerked in her mouth, biting his lip, pulling her to him, pushing his cock hard to the back of her throat several times before he stiffened, unable to move…he was going to explode.

“Oh gods, Hermione!,” he gasped, “Stop! Stop! I don’t want to come yet!”

Hermione released him, rising from her knees and drawing him down, kissing him tenderly, her eyes glazed with desire. She pushed his robes off his shoulders and he slipped his arms out as he gasped into her mouth, willing himself to calm. Oh gods, she was so good to him. She broke the kiss.

“I’ve wanted to do that since I caught you wanking off in the bathroom that night,” she whispered, giving him a sexy little grin.

Severus swiftly gripped the head of his cock and squeezed it hard, forcing back the urge to ejaculate at her words. Damn. They hadn’t even started yet.

Hermione resumed undressing him, working on his shirt buttons, her breathing harsh and urgent. He leaned his head on top of hers as she worked, watching her hands, still gasping.

“I can divesto these off,” he panted. His forehead was wet with perspiration from holding back his release.

“No, I want to undress you,” she whispered, pulling his shirttails out of his pants, then working on his cuffs. Severus groaned.

“It’s going to take forever…”

“We have forever.”

Hermione slid his arms out of his sleeves one at a time and let his shirt drop to the floor. She ran her hand over his chest, and down his ribbed abdomen. Severus massaged her back as she leaned in and began to plant hot, wet kisses on his chest, running her tongue over his nipples, then sucking them gently. Severus groaned and pulled her to him, rubbing his cock against her hungrily.

“Hermione, I want to pleasure you, please, can’t I just …” he breathed desperately.

“This is giving me pleasure,” she murmured against his skin, licking him like he was one large piece of candy. Severus was trembling now. He wanted to take her gently, tenderly, but she was doing her best to work him into a frenzy. He let his hands slide down to her ass, cupping it and pulling her to him, rolling her against his cock until she was gasping.

“You want to get naked,” he breathed as her hands slid around to his back, and she raked her nails lightly over his scars, tracing them with her fingertips.

“You wanted to get naked and let your husband make tender, passionate love to you,” he said, dropping his head to her throat and sucking on it gently. Hermione moaned against him, and he slid his hand up her thigh, lifting her sundress. He pulled it up to her waist.

“Lift your arms, Hermione,” Severus whispered, still pressing his body against hers sensuously. He could smell her arousal now. Hermione raised her arms as if under the imperious curse.

“Yes,” Severus breathed, stepping back and pulling the dress over her head, revealing her full breasts, the rose tips hardened with desire.

“You’re so beautiful,’ Severus said, cupping both of her breasts in his hands and squeezing them, rewarded by her gasp. He looked at her. Her eyes were half-lidded with need, her mouth partially open, her lips glistening. He lowered his head to her breast and took one hard nipple into his mouth, and slid his hand down under the waistband of her panties, into her chestnut curls as he suckled her, his other hand alternating between caressing her hips and palming her breast.

“Severus,” she breathed, thrusting her body forward, longing for him to touch her below.

“Yes, love,” he whispered, slipping his finger into her wet folds, rubbing her labia and clit gently, making her gasp and roll against his hand.

“Oh great Circe’s pigs!” she moaned. Severus smiled around her breast, and pushed one finger inside her wetness, wriggling it, teasing her with the single digit. She grasped his hand with hers, pushing it against her, trying to make him give her more.

He took his mouth away from her breast, his eyes blazing at her wantonness.

“Yes, Hermione, yes my wife…more,” he whispered, slipping another finger inside her and thrusting in and out of her. She let out a little cry and humped against his hand as he returned to her breast, sucking it hard, then lavishing the other with his tongue while squeezing it firmly.

“Severus, you’re going to have to fuck me soon,” she breathed between moans.

“No…I will make love to you, wife…this first time. I have a gentle need.” He replied against her breast. He continued to thrust his fingers into her, and she rolled against his hand desperately, seeking release. Her eyes were wild, feral and she started to plead with him to make her come, and he moved his fingers faster and deeper, feeling her hot walls writhe and clench around him as she released with a scream, drenching his fingers. He pulled them out and picked her up, rushing with her to the bed and laying her down on the edge and pulled her panties off with one smooth motion. He fell to his knees, parted her thighs and pressed his face between her legs. He began to lick and suck her pussy as she cried out, shuddering, wrapping her fist in his hair. She tasted so good. He thrust his tongue in and out of her like a little cock, and she writhed, calling out his name and scooting up the bed. He pulled her back to his mouth and continued to explore her cavern, loving the pulse of it around his tongue, lapping against the walls and swirling it inside her, drinking every drop of the ambrosia she released. Finally, her tremors ceased, and she lay still, her breasts heaving prettily. Severus lifted his head to admire her, covered in a glistening sheen of perspiration, her thighs still parted before him. His cock throbbed and he fought the urge to thrust himself inside her to the hilt. He slid up and lay beside her, rubbing her belly gently, and kissing her temple.

“Damn, Severus,” she breathed, turning toward him, her eyes full of love.

“You bless me with your curses, Lady Snape,” he replied, lifting her limp hand and bringing it to his lips.

“Are you ever going to make love to me?” she groaned, reaching for him.

In answer, Severus rolled from the bed and removed his pants, then his silk boxers, exposing his huge cock, the purple head leaking in expectation. Hermione wriggled impatiently as his eyes swept over her, darkening.

“You are so beautiful, Hermione, so hot, wanton and beautiful,” he breathed.

He reached down and lifted her, repositioning her to lie full-length in the bed, her head resting amid the many pillows. He sat down on the edge of the bed, then rolled on top of her, positioning himself between her thighs, his hard cock resting against her belly. She spread her legs wider beneath him, wrapping her arms around him and gazing up at him with a starved look in her eyes.

“It’s been so long, Severus,” she whispered.

“Too long, my love,” he said, looking down at her tenderly, as his mind took him back to the first time he had her beneath him, and the force he took her with. Then it was lust, but this time, this time love was the power that drove him. She was his wife. His Lady. He didn’t need her screams to know she loved him now.

“Severus?” Hermione said softly, “are you all right?”

He shifted, moving lower and positioningg his head against her entrance.

“I will be,” he breathed as he slid inside of her.

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A/N: To be continued…