Payback is a Witch

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 28 ~ Embarking

Severus put Hermione down in the middle of the bedroom and stepped back from her, his black eyes resting on her face.

"I can't believe you used the veritaserum to find out what I did at Hogwarts," Hermione blurted out. "Those things happened so long ago, Severus."

The witch had been so caught up in the emotions of accepting Severus as her lover, she entirely forgot about his questioning on other subjects. Until now that is.

"I wanted to know the truth," the Potions Master said, starting to unfasten his robes, "And the opportunity was there…so naturally I satisfied my curiosity. I still can hardly believe it was you who stole the ingredients for the Polyjuice potion."

The witch folded her arms and scowled at him.

"Still, you shouldn't have done it. I took an oath not to ask anything else…you should have too," Hermione said, frowning at him as he opened his robes and pulled them off. He wore a white button-up shirt and black trousers. Severus began to undo his cuffs.

"You didn't try to make that a condition until after you took the potion. I was under no obligation to take an oath then. You had lost your bargaining power at that point," the Potions Master replied, starting on his shirt buttons. He looked at Hermione, who was standing in front of him with her arms still folded.

"Are you going to undress?" he asked her, "Or do you wish for me to tear your clothes from your body? It would be quite an interesting start to our night if you do."

Severus felt a dark pulse wash over him for a moment, but it eased. Obviously, the idea of him tearing off her clothes titillated the witch for a quick second, then she decided against it.

"I prefer to keep my clothes in wearable condition, thank you," she said a little snarkily.

Oh ho. So the witch was going to try to assert herself now that they were on equal footing as lovers. The wizard smirked. They might be on equal footing in theory, but when Hermione was flat on her back getting fucked within an inch of her life, she'd know for certain that he held the dominant position in this relationship, at least when it came to sex. He had no intention of going soft on the witch because he could feel her emotions. He had needs too. Strong ones. Besides, he knew she appreciated his ability to make her break apart.

"Well then, I suggest you get naked witch," Severus replied, peeling off his shirt. Hermione's eyes fell on his pale torso and she began to undress, her breathing becoming faster and her growing need washing over him.

The wizard felt a strong reactionary throb and undid his belt quickly, opening his tented trousers. Then he backed up to the bed and sat down, removing his shoes and socks, his eyes on Hermione as she removed her robes, then pulled her t-shirt over her head, her chestnut curls falling wildly over her shoulders.

Severus stood up and pulled down both his pants and his boxers, his cock springing out, swollen with desire. He wasn't playing games tonight. He was on a mission…a mission to claim the first woman he could call his own in no uncertain manner. The weapon was drawn and ready for war.

Hermione faltered a moment as she looked at the naked wizard, who stood poised and tense before her. The hunger in his eyes was palpable. The witch's amber eyes dropped to his cock, and a gush suddenly rolled out of her, wetting her inner thighs. Severus felt it. Hermione stood there in her white cotton bra, her hands resting on the button to her jeans, unmoving.

Severus enjoyed the feeling of her hunger, loving that her desire for him something he could actually feel. He thrust his hips out a little, making his engorged cock bounce a bit. Hermione's eyes bounced with it. He smirked.

"Have you forgotten you're supposed to be getting naked?" Severus finally asked the witch.

Hermione started and looked up at him, reddening.

"N-n-no. I haven't," she said starting to undo her pants.

Severus watched her fumble a moment.

"You're too slow," the wizard said walking toward her, cock extended. He moved Hermione's hands, undid the silver button and pulled the zipper down. He then hooked his hands into the sides of her jeans and beneath the elastic of her knickers and knelt, pulling them both down, his dark eyes resting on the neat triangle of hair between Hermione's thighs. He could scent her arousal and his mouth watered. Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder and stepped out of them. Severus stood up and grasped the sides of her bra.

"Lift your arms," he said in a low voice, his eyes meeting Hermione's.

The witch obeyed as if under the Imperious curse. Her full breasts fell into view and Severus' eyes glittered appreciatively. Her need was on her now.

Severus knew that since this was to be their first consummation as lovers, he should be gentle and tender with the witch. However, that wasn't his nature. His nature was covetous and he wanted to claim Hermione and have her acknowledge his claim to her. There would still be connection…but he needed to let out what he was feeling, and he could only do that one way.

Severus' black eyes swept over the witch and his nostrils flared.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. I'm not a wizard to hold back or pretend when it comes to matters like this. I want you under me. Now." the wizard said, his voice hoarse with urgency. He grabbed the witch who shrieked in surprise.

Severus lifted Hermione up and swung around, striding with her to the bed. He dropped her into it and fell on top of her hungrily, positioning her quickly against the pillows, throwing her legs over his shoulders and grasping her wrists. He could feel her dark excitement at his treatment.

"Severus, wait," she protested weakly, her body betraying her even as she struggled beneath the wizard.

Severus ignored her protestations. He knew she wanted this as badly as he did.

"Now, you are going to tell me who every inch of you belongs to, Hermione Granger. Over and over until it sinks into both our psyches," he breathed, positioning his cock at her entrance and looking down into her wide eyes.

"I will be everything you want," he whispered, plunging into the witch powerfully, burying himself in her heat and softness, her sleeve wrapping around his cock as she shrieked from his hungry penetration. The wizard felt a strong sense of satisfaction as Hermione pulsed around him. She was his witch. No one else would do this to her but him.

In the guestroom, Bagheera stopped playing with the catnip ball and looked up when Hermione's screech sounded throughout the house. The couple hadn't used a silencing charm, but even if they had, the panther still would have heard his mistress.

"Very strong and very dirty," the cat said to himself. "I believe the mistress' yoni is in for quite a workout."

He went back to playing with his ball, his tail lashing.

Immersed in Hermione, Severus looked down at the panting witch.

"Yessss," he hissed at her, dropping for a moment to possess her mouth greedily, not moving inside her yet…just reveling in her receiving him. After a minute or two he stopped kissing her, his black eyes glinting.

"You're mine, Hermione Granger. You will need no other wizard to meet your needs witch…physically or emotionally."

Severus raised himself up on his hands and began to stroke Hermione hard and deep, groaning as she keened. The wizard jerked her body back and forth, impaling her with his cock over and over, his pale body flexing, hips rising and falling as he watched his shining organ piston between Hermione's open thighs, pleasure streaming through his body as her dark delight flowed over him like the tide.

Hermione was already close to orgasm as the wizard's hardness sliced through her again and again, pulling cries and moans from deep inside her, completely turned on by his hungry possession, his dark lustful eyes burning down at her from within the curtain of hair framing his face, swaying rhythmically with his motions.

"Who do you belong to, Hermione Granger?" Severus panted down at the witch. He felt she was close to the edge and he hadn't begun to take her. He hit her harder. "Tell me, witch. Who do you belong to?"

"You!" Hermione gasped, and he rammed his cock so deep she buckled.

"Who?" he asked again, holding his position, whirling his hips and winding his cock inside the witch, who groaned from the sensation. Gods he was so deep.

"You. Severus Snape," she whispered, barely able to hold on to her lucidity as he began to stroke her again, his sweet ache driving her upward and outward.

Hermione's eyes drifted downward and she watched his body curl into hers, his abs rippling and flexing, his huge tool appearing and disappearing, covered in her juices. The wizard was overwhelming her, each stroke taking more and more of her mind away, the primal part of her rising to the fore as the wizard sought the very core of her. Hermione felt herself slipping away.

"Gods, Severus…you're so…so…" she gasped up at him before exploding with a cry.

Yes, I am," he groaned as she melted around him, her release rolling hot and thick over his cock.

Instead of fucking the witch through her orgasm, Severus stopped moving inside her and let himself down on to her body gently and began to kiss her, his mouth claiming hers at first, then moving over her throat as he began to caress her arching body, whispering how beautiful she was and how blessed he felt she was his alone.

The wizard's words and actions seemed to intensify Hermione's release.

"I never would have believed you could be so kind," she said in a shuddering voice as the wizard moved downward, his lips, teeth and tongue moving over her flesh. He suckled both her breasts and continued downward, not answering her until his lips pulled at her pubic hair.

"You will find when it comes to you witch, my kindness has no bounds," he murmured, diving into her core and making Hermione cry out and buckle as he drank her in, his long tongue, caressing, licking and tickling her tender flesh, soothing the burn he caused as he swallowed down her gift to him, the witch arching and babbling with pleasure.

Severus lost himself in the taste, scent and feel of the witch, her thighs clutching his head convulsively as he indulged in the most intimate part of her, his chest tight with her emotion. He could feel her strong need for him, her satisfaction, her sense of being appreciated and it was an amazing feeling to know without a doubt that he affected Hermione so positively…that he made her happy. He was not a man who brought others much happiness in his life and to be the source of Hermione's happiness was something new…something immensely satisfying. He was no longer just a source of darkness and fear. There was another human being on this earth who thought him wonderful.

Having drank the witch dry, Severus licked his lips and slowly made his way back up the witch's body, mouth first, licking the sweat from her skin and blowing on it lightly, cooling her as he ascended over her belly and her heaving breasts, stopping to tease and appreciate them until her nipples stood at attention. The witch's hands caressed his back gently, tracing his scars and grasping at his muscles as he pulled himself upward, finally claiming her mouth and sharing her own flavor with her. He kissed her hungrily, rolling over on his back and pulling her on top of him, hoping she would reciprocate as she did the last time they were together…and the witch did…kissing him hungrily before sliding her mouth over his throat, kissing and licking. Suddenly Hermione latched on to the side of his neck and began to bite and suck at his flesh.

"Arrrgh!" he hissed, but he didn't pull her away. He took the tender pain as Hermione marked his pale skin with a large, red love-bite. Finally, she pulled her mouth away from his throat and studied her handiwork. Yes, it was a true work of art. She shifted over and looked down at him.

"Now you have been marked and claimed, Severus Snape," she said softly. "You are as much mine as I am yours."

Severus felt his neck with his hand and winced.

"Do you have any vampire blood running through your veins, witch?" he asked her.

He was still hard, but for the first time in his life didn't feel as if he had to use his cock constantly on the witch. Normally he would not have stopped fucking until he came. But Hermione wasn't going anywhere and neither was he. There was no urge to finish and go. He could take his time with her.

"No…not that I know of," she breathed down at him, "though the way I feel I may have a succubus gene or two."

Severus hissed as the witch fell to his flesh again, her soft mouth dragging over his skin. He sighed in pleasure as Hermione once again showed her appreciation of his body. Gods, she felt so good. The wizard's eyelids fluttered as her mouth moved over his belly and down to his loins. He could feel her warm breath on his swollen cock. Hermione studied it.

"Sometimes I don't see how I manage to take this," she said, lifting his organ, the Potions Master's hips bucking in reaction to her hot little hand wrapping around the base of him.

"You take it because you have to," he groaned down at her. "It's part of the package."

Hermione smirked.

"And what a package you are," she murmured, going down on him.

Severus' hands clutched the sides of the bed as the witch went to work on him, her warm mouth sliding over his head and upper shaft. He made a choked sound when her supple tongue swirled beneath the flange and tickled the two small points of pleasure on the underside.

Merlin, Hermione was talented.

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A/N: More lemons ahead. I hope this scene was okay. I feel a little out of sorts. Please review.