Hard Times for Severus Snape - (Editing)

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Chapter 26 ~ Cumming to an Understanding

Hermione was writhing so powerfully, Severus was having a hard time holding the small witch down, passion and need giving her abnormal strength as she strained against his mouth. He thrust his tongue deep inside her, slipping his fingers between her folds and rubbing her clit, bringing her to the place she was striving to reach, and Hermione burst, her orgasm rolling over her shuddering body as her release rolled over the Potion Master's tongue, hot, sweet and powerful, her walls clenching around his thrusting tongue. He sucked at the babbling witch, caressing her thighs, drawing out all she had to give him, swallowing her essence down like nourishment. Her struggles eased, and he pulled away from her, panting, his mouth glistening.

Severus looked down at his cock, which was fully erect, swollen to capacity, ready to delve into Hermione's sweet body. His dark eyes lifted to the witch, who was undulating gently with her eyes closed, coming down from her climax. Severus stood up and looked down on her body, her nightgown sticking to her wetly, the torchlight reflecting off of her, making her exposed skin glow softly. He stared down at her, trying to decide how best to take her.

Hermione opened her eyes and looked up at him, then slowly let her eyes drop, taking in his lean, muscular form until they came to his cock, and lit up as if a flame had ignited inside of the witch. She looked back up at him.

"Fuck me, Severus," she breathed.

His eyes glittered.

"Oh, I intend to. Thoroughly," he replied, bending and removing his boxers.

"Stand up," he said, holding out his hand to her.

Hermione took it and rose from the bed, rather unsteadily. Severus caught the bottom of her nightgown and drew it over her head in one fluid motion, leaving her naked before him. His dark eyes swept over her small, perfect form. Brains and a body too. Merlin.

He placed his hands on her shoulders, gently caressing them.

"You made me wait so long, Hermione," he said in a low voice. "Why did you make me wait so long?"

Hermione could feel the heat of his body washing over her. She wanted to feel him against her, inside her, his hands insistent on her body, his mouth locked to hers. Yes, especially that. But he had asked her a question. One she didn't know how to answer anymore. All her reasons seemed so foolish now.

"I don't know, Severus. Maybe I am into self-punishment," she replied softly.

He pulled her against his body, relishing her softness.

"It wasn't self-punishment, Hermione," he said with a bit of a growl in his voice, "I suffered night after night wanting you again. It was cruel of you to deny me the pleasure of your body, particularly when you wanted me."

"I'm sorry, Severus. I didn't know what I wanted," she said, her voice quavering as those dark eyes seemed to look straight inside her.

She felt a bit disoriented with the Potions Master's hard body pressed against hers and his cock throbbing hungrily against her belly.

"That's not true Hermione. You knew what you wanted," he said, pushing her back roughly so she fell on the bed.

Severus deftly climbed over her and pulled her in, helping her find her way to the pillows and laying her head back on them, her hair spread in a chestnut halo against the Slytherin green pillowcases.

He looked down on her.

"You knew what you wanted," he repeated, his eyes glittering.

Hermione eyes locked to his mouth, that soft, cruel, sensuous mouth. She licked her lips.

"Kiss me Severus," Hermione breathed. "That's what I want now."

The Potions Master hesitated for a moment. He had been about to mount her, but did as she asked, lowering his head and locking his lips to hers.

Hermione caught his lip and sucked on it gently before opening her mouth, inviting him to deepen the kiss. Severus did so, sliding his tongue into her heat, and tangling it with her soft supple muscle. Hermione moaned, tasting herself as she returned his kiss ardently, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Severus' hands slid over her belly and breasts, then down her hips and back up between her thighs, the witch purring into his mouth They kissed for several minutes, Severus petting the witch until she was writhing under his hands, intoxicated by his contact, drunk on her own desire.

She stopped kissing the Potions Master, and he pulled back, his face an inches from hers.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked her, placing his hand on her belly, feeling her muscles flexing beneath his palm as she squirmed, then he slid his hand lower to cover the soft skin beneath her navel, resting it where he knew her ache was. Hermione looked at him wildly, her eyes liquid.

"Yes. So ready," she sighed, arching up.

After a moment of thought, Severus made his decision how to take the witch. He lay behind the Hermione, and pulled her small body back against him, breathing heavily. He slipped an arm under her, curling it beneath her breasts and locking her in place. He adjusted his body, then positioned his cock to enter her, slipping the thick head against her sex, rubbing it up and down over her clit, giving himself a final tease while making her gasp and buck against him. Hermione sighed at the girth of him resting against her entrance and pushed back, sliding him inside just a bit, groaning as he stretched her. Severus hissed.

"You want my cock badly, don't you?" he breathed.

The Potions Master wrapped his other arm around the witch, holding her in a firm bear hug, her arms pinned to her sides. Hermione trembled as she felt him lock her in his arms.

"Feeling helpless?" he asked her.

With his arms wrapped around her so tightly and unable to move, Hermione felt helpless all right. Helpless, hot and excited enough for a gush of lubrication to roll down and coat her insides. The witch liked to be tied up, and this was very close to it. She was at the Potions Master's mercy, and fervently prayed he didn't have a bit of it.

"Yes,' she replied, pushing back against him, trying to force him deeper.

Severus thrust his hips only a tiny bit, teasing her with his cock, causing her to let out an obscenity in frustration. Hermione felt his delighted chuckle rumble against her back.

"You like being held like this. I think it safe to say you wouldn't mind me tying you up and having my wicked way with you," he growled at her, still teasing her with his short thrusts.

"Severus, please," she moaned, wanting him to complete the long slide inside of her. She tried to push back and force the Potions Master deeper, but was unable to get the leverage she needed to thrust back on him. He was holding her too tightly.

"I will tie you up one night, and fuck you ragged, you twisted little witch. I happen to like being in total control, as you can see. Tying you down and fucking you will bring me immense pleasure. Pleasure like this…" he breathed, tightening his arms around her and thrusting into her tightness, groaning as he slid deep inside the witch, her softness gripping his throbbing cock as he filled her.

"Oh, yes…Severus, yes," Hermione cried out.

The Potions Master pulled back and thrust into her harder, Hermione's head pushing against his shoulder as she threw it back in pleasure, unable to arch her body.

"More," she whimpered, her voice cracking with bliss and emotion.

"I have more for you, Hermione," he gasped as he thrust into her heat victoriously. He had her, and she was begging him for more of what he couldn't help but give her.

The Potions Master gave her more, pistoning into her body hard and fast, burying his cock deeper into her softness, hitting bottom, grunting lustfully with every delicious penetration. He was determined to make the witch feel how much he desired her, knowing it would cement her to him, and he fucked her passionately, rolling his pelvis, adjusting his angle, taking what he wanted from Hermione selfishly, bathing himself in her juices, which were flowing like wine as his welcome hardness pummeled her.

He rested his chin on the top of Hermione's head, closed his eyes, curled closer around her and lost himself in fucking the beautiful, shrieking witch, jerking her small curvaceous body roughly in his arms as he drove his cock into her over and over with such power his chin lifted with every stroke. Hermione was lost too, his huge cock pounding into her achingly, the witch loving the sting of his passion, and the dominating, commanding way he was taking her. After all the denial, all the pretense, it felt so good to relinquish control and give herself over to him.

The Potions Master left no doubt as to who was in control as he gave her long, deep, filling strokes, punctuated with his gasped declarations of ownership as he reamed her pussy, gasping at the sweet friction of her sleeve as it wrapped snugly around his questing shaft. Severus was a living, pulsing, throbbing machine, intensely digging for the treasure sequestered between Hermione's thighs, his cock drilling deep into the tunnel of her most secret of places, trying to break through the retaining wall that concealed her riches and obtain the gift of bliss her body contained.

And that wall was crumbling as Hermione writhed around him, his pounding cock pushing her closer to revelation and release, Severus' lean body rocking against her back, his loins slapping against her ass, his strong arms encircling her possessively, holding her in place so he could plunge his cock into her trapped body with abandon, every thick stroke an affirmation, a declaration that she was totally and unequivocally his to enjoy as he wanted. And enjoy her he did, pressing his lips to her shoulder, all five senses immersed in his furious possession of Hermione, scenting her sex, tasting her skin, feeling her luscious pussy wrapped and throbbing around him, hearing her tremulous cries of complete surrender, seeing her body jerk in reaction as he fucked her with all the pent-up longing he contained.

Severus had no idea how long Hermione would stay with him, and this drove him to fuck the witch as if it were his last time to drink at the well of her passion. It would be like this every time he touched her, he knew. He was a wizard who had so many pleasurable things taken from him over the years, so he was selfish and greedy with the witch. Hermione's acceptance of him was a gift, a blessing, something he could claim as his own, and he did…coveting every inch of her, inside and out, clutching her tightly so nothing real or imagined could ever remove her from his arms. There was only one power that could do that…her own. And he was determined to give her everything a woman needed from a man to keep that from happening any time soon.

"Come for me, Hermione. Let me take you over the edge, witch," he groaned, slamming into her body passionately. Hermione couldn't speak, she was completely immersed in his possession, all cognizance gone. She was a creature lost to sensation, all she knew and wanted was the pale wizard's possession to go on forever.

Severus pulled out of her, and impatiently rolled her to her back, lifting her legs to his shoulders, lifting himself on his arms and driving into her, his black eyes fixed lustfully on her contorted face. Tears were rolling from the corners of her eyes as she cried out under him, her voice almost gone. He watched her cry, not letting up. He couldn't. She had made him wait too long and she felt too good to him to stop. It wouldn't be much longer, and they weren't true tears of pain, he hadn't hurt her as he did with the potion. These were tears of surrender.

Severus stopped stroking her for a moment and lowered himself enough to kiss the streaming tears from her face, savoring their salty taste before once again hefting himself up and resuming his possession of her with a vengeance. He looked down at his huge, glistening shaft burying itself in her pink core, her pussy stretched around him, and marveled that she could take him like this without begging him to stop. Women larger and seemingly stronger than she had begged him to stop. This little witch was different. In her way, Hermione was as strong and as lustful as he was. Not only his equal in mind, but in body as well. He sped up, wanting to feel her burst around him…the final surrender.

"Come!" he commanded, his voice hoarse with raw emotion, rotating his hips and ramming his cock into the sobbing witch. "Come for me, Hermione! Surrender. Let go!"

There was something in his voice that made her respond, something that reached beyond the pounding of his insatiable cock, beyond the dark lust in his eyes. Something age-old and primal that answered his command. Hermione shuddered, then stiffened, her mouth forming an "o" as she climaxed, her pussy claiming the thrusting, delving, spike of flesh inside her, clamping down and embracing the Potions Master's cock, bathing it in a hot gush of fluid.

The Potions Master halted, his entire body quivering as he threw his head back and hissed at the pulsing pressure and wash of heat flooding over him, then he plunged into Hermione frantically several more times before he too released, groaning with satisfaction and arching into the witch, pouring his essence into her beautiful, shuddering body, before collapsing on her heavily, covering her slack mouth with his, and tasting her heat one more time before burying his face in her hair. He lay there for several moments with her legs folded over his shoulders, softening inside her but unwilling to withdraw until she ceased pulsing completely. He wanted to feel every delicious response he inspired in the witch. He was the source of her pleasure, after all.

After several more minutes, Hermione's shuddering and pulsing ceased, and he gently withdrew from her, removing her legs from his shoulders, but returning to rest on her soft body. She sighed beneath him, shifting a bit beneath his welcome weight. Severus felt her caress his head, her fingers stringing through his hair. It was nice.

"You're an animal," Hermione breathed. He could hear sleep in her voice.

"If I remember correctly, you made perfect marks in the Care of Magical Creatures class year after year. Obviously you like animals," he responded silkily, his voice slightly muffled.

Hermione gave a tired smile.

"I do," she said softly, continuing to run her fingers through his hair.

They lay there in silence for a few minutes. Severus thought the witch had fallen asleep, but suddenly she spoke.

"I should go now, Severus," Hermione said sleepily, "It's getting late and I am exhausted."

The Potions Master swiftly lifted his head and frowned down at her. His black eyes were hard.

"You are going nowhere," he responded snarkily, "You belong in my bed now. You may keep your things in your room, but you will sleep in my bed for the rest of your apprenticeship. There will be no more discussion about this."

"You're already trying control me," Hermione said, frowning back at him. She didn't feel sleepy anymore.

The witch was challenging him already. Hm. Severus' cock began to throb, and he arched an eyebrow at her. There was more than one way to make the witch comply. He could fuck the concession out of her. But that would be a last resort. He would rather she agree on her own. He decided to try and be reasonable. However, the Potions Master's ideas of what was reasonable weighed heavily on his side of thinking.

"If you do not come to my bed at night, Hermione, you will force me to come and get you. Then I will have to punish you…" his voice faltered a moment as he thought about this.

"Maybe you should try to stay in your rooms," he mused, his lips quirking.

Hermione raised her eyebrows at the pale wizard for a moment, then starting laughing, her body shuddering against his. Severus shifted against her so she could feel his cock slowly hardening against her leg. Hermione stopped laughing.

"Maybe, I shall have to 'convince' you to sleep with me every night," he said silkily, rubbing his cock against her. It wasn't fully erect yet. "You are a witch of your word, after all."

"You'd fuck a concession out of me?" she asked him incredulously.

"In a heartbeat," he replied. "Slytherins will employ any means necessary to reach their own ends. You know that, Hermione. Your desire for me will serve me well in the coming months."

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.

"I'm not the only one who is a slave to her desires around here. You are equally capable of being manipulated by sex, Severus. And trust me, I know how to manipulate as well as any Slytherin," she retorted.

Severus didn't doubt it.

"So neither of us is beyond using sex as a weapon, eh?" he breathed at her, his eyes glinting.

"Apparently not," she responded, thinking about all the ways she could drive the Potions Master insane with lust.

He gave her a smirk. Hermione certainly was as challenging in the bed as she was out of it.

"It seems we are in for a very interesting time here at Hogwarts over the next few weeks," he purred at her, pulling himself up between her legs. Hermione gasped as he worked his cock into position. He looked down at her.

"Let's see whose "powers of persuasion" are strongest," he whispered, sliding his length inside of her once again, his eyes going half-lidded with pleasure as she received him. Hermione tightened her pussy around him powerfully, causing the Potions Master to groan in surprise and delight. Although she was lying down, Hermione had no intention on taking this fucking lying down. As a matter of fact, she ended up on top several times. It was Severus' turn to lose his voice.

Afterwards, panting and covered in sweat, both witch and wizard conceded it had been a draw.

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A/N: Ah lemons, lemons…so tart but soooo good. Final chapter coming up. Please review.