A Song for Severus ~ (Not Update, but Edit)

Chapter 28 ~ And the Loving Continues

Hermione slowly worked her way down Severus’ body, loving his shudders as she moved her lips over his skin, his abdominal muscles contracting jerkily as she gently kissed and sucked him. This was the only time Hermione felt that the Potions Master surrendered completely to her, when she took over his body. He was never forceful when Hermione blew him this way…unless she asked him to be. For the most part, the wizard relinquished control to the witch and was appreciative of her attentions.

Severus lay on his back, biting his lower lip, dark eyes closed and his hands clenching and unclenching the bed sheets as the witch’s soft mouth worked down his body. He swallowed several times as Hermione kissed his belly, jerking slightly with pleasure as she moved lower. There were not many time the Potions Master gave up control, but when Hermione pleasured him in this manner, he gave himself over to the witch, caught up in her passion for him. To Severus, having Hermione wrap her warm mouth around his organ voluntarily was the ultimate expression of her desire for him.

Certainly, he had blowjobs before, but had just felt them part of the sex act or a way to dominate a witch, fisting her hair and aggressively driving into her mouth until she gagged. It was an act of lust, of submission…not passion. Submission wasn’t what he felt emanating from Hermione when she chose to treat him in such a manner. He felt her love. Tonight was not the kind of night that called for domination or role-play, but for realness, for sharing and experiencing each other. Right now, Hermione was the one in control. All Severus could do was feel her…love her for loving him so much, though he hadn’t told her he felt that way.

But he felt she knew. She had to.

The wizard’s back arched and he let out a deep feral groan as Hermione soft wet mouth closed over the head of his cock, sucking gently. Hermione smiled a little around him as she felt his body flex. Not only was she in control, but she had the power.

She moved her hair aside so Severus could watch her, then turned that power on. Bella would have some hard competition to deal with if she wanted to try to turn the head of Hermione’s wizard. She began to kiss and lick Severus’ cock from head to base, the wizard moaning, then his mouth dropping open as he watched her make love to his stiff organ.

“Hermione,” Severus groaned, reaching up to adjust the pillow under his head so he could watch her without straining his neck. He grabbed Hermione’s pillow too for more leverage.

Hermione stopped her ministrations for a moment, looking up at Severus. The wizard looked as if the whole world had stopped spinning the moment she took her mouth away from him.

“Talk to me, Severus,” she purred, returning to his cock, sliding her mouth over the head and down his shaft, sucking hard so the wizard buckled, hissing.

Severus knew Hermione was teasing him. This was her little reversal game so she could talk dirty to him. The witch knew he couldn’t talk when she made him feel like this. She wanted him to question her, so she could say the naughty things she had in mind.

“What do you want me to say, witch?” he gasped at her as Hermione wrapped both hands around his cock and caressed it while her mouth continued to slide over him.

Severus threw his head back and arched helplessly, then hissed as Hermione stopped again.

”I want you to tell me how much you love me doing this,” she breathed up at him, “Tell me you like me to suck your big, strong cock.”

Severus let out a little sound but it wasn’t anything like she wanted to hear from him. Hermione smiled. That meant she was doing her job. She returned to the fray with renewed vigor. The Potions Master was putty in her hands, mouth…or whatever else she decided to use on him. Breasts were effective. Once she had even used her feet. Things got a bit freaky after that. Her toes felt sticky for a day and a half at least.

Severus did his best to tell her what she wanted to hear, but his words came out rather garbled as Hermione sucked his balls into her mouth.

Hermione thought she heard the bed sheet tear, pulled away from the wizard and grinned, shifting her body so her breasts rested on Severus’ loins and she rested the shaft of his cock between them and pushed her soft, firm flesh around it.

“Succubus,” Severus hissed and began thrusting, his dark eyes hot as his cock slid between her full breasts. Hermione tilted her chin downward so the head slid into her mouth on the upstroke and sucked hard as he fell back.

“Gaaaaah!” the wizard gurgled, pushing himself up almost to a sitting position, resting on his hands as he continued thrusting, groaning as Hermione fucked him with her breasts and mouth. He slid between her globes easily, his cock leaking pre-cum and oiling her skin until it glistened.

Hermione had the wizard now, she knew it for certain when she felt one of his hands fall to the back of her head…he was lost now and close to coming. Hermione pulled her body back, releasing his slick organ from between her breasts and applied her hands and mouth to him, using her tongue as well to move the soft skin back and forth over the iron beneath, Severus muttering her name, gasping, his silken voice washing over her. Gods, he sounded even sexier like this…if it were possible.

Hermione was dripping wet, and moaned when Severus’ fingers found her core.

He wasn’t going over alone, and the wizard manipulated her clit mercilessly as she brought him closer to climax, Hermione pressing back against his hand and sucking his cock as if she were trying to swallow him whole.

Suddenly Severus stiffened, one hand reflexively pushing her head down, the other hand slipping two fingers inside her and working them as he howled, releasing powerfully, come streaming through his tensed, straining body as he shot jet after jet into Hermione’s soft, hot mouth. She drank every bit of his climax as if dying of thirst…drawing closer and closer to her own pinnacle of bliss as the wizard continued to thrust inside her.

Hermione soon let out a howl herself, the Potions Master’s fingers having found their mark, making her orgasm.

Severus fell back panting, his hand wet with the witch’s release, and Hermione sprawled over him, resting her head against his chest, listening to the wizard’s pounding heart as he tried to recover. His dry hand rested on Hermione’s back, caressing her gently, his eyes closed and nostrils flared.

After a minute or two, he spoke.

“You are a wicked little witch,” Severus breathed, pulling Hermione up so he could kiss her and tuck her into the crook of his arm. His hand was resting just below her breasts, and Hermione could smell her release on it.

“You smell like pussy,” she replied, grinning slightly.

”Do I?” he said, sounding surprised and bringing his hand to his mouth.

Severus sucked every bit of wetness off his digits, then looked thoughtful.

“I taste like it too,” he commented, then gave her a big, wet kiss, sharing her flavor as Hermione struggled against him.

“Arrrgh! Severus!” she scolded when he released her.

The wizard arched an eyebrow at her.

”Now don’t act like you haven’t tasted that before,” he teased her, smirking.

Hermione tried her best to look angry, but Severus wasn’t fooled a bit.

”Sharing fluids is all a part of intimacy, witch,” he said, tightening his hold on her and closing his eyes with satisfaction, “If you don’t get messy…then you’re not doing it right.”

Hermione choked back a laugh. Severus was incorrigible.

Severus let out a little yawn.

“I believe I need a bit of a nap,” he said, opening his eyes and looking at her sidewise, “Do I need to ward the door so you don’t sneak back to your lab while I rest?”

Hermione looked at him, the knowledge of what he was going to face tomorrow flooding back to her.

“No. I won’t leave you,” she said softly.

“Good,” he said, pulling her closer and closing his eyes again, “I won’t be asleep for long, I assure you. We have unfinished business witch.”

Hermione snuggled into him.

She didn’t care if Severus slept for the rest of the night, as long as she was with him.

Severus’ eyes were closed, but he didn’t fall directly to sleep. He knew Hermione was worried about him and what would happen tomorrow. He wasn’t worried. It was more he was on point. When Severus walked into dangerous situations, it was as if every sense was enhanced. One could say he could feel danger before it struck and prepared himself to face it. He would be useful to Bella. As mad as she was, she wouldn’t destroy her only ally…if Voltaire lived that is…

If he died?

Well, Severus would cross that drawbridge when and if he came to it.

Severus pulled Hermione closer and kissed her forehead. The witch sighed. She had been drifting off too.

“Severus?” Hermione said sleepily.

“Sssh. Get your rest. You’re going to need it,” he growled.

That was enough thinking about tomorrow. Tonight was the here and now. He had a witch in his arms that loved him.

For the time being, that was all that mattered.

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Hermione was awakened by a sudden weight. The witch woke up to find Severus on top on her, his black eyes glittering down on her soberly. It took her a moment to realize she had been scourgified.

“Wakey, wakey,” the wizard purred, pressing the tip of his erection between her thighs slightly.

He was definitely ready to go.

“Couldn’t you at least wait for me to join you?” she asked the wizard, frowning up at him.

Severus arched an eyebrow at her and smirked.

“I did wait,” he said, lowering his mouth to hers tenderly, then sudden thrusting forward with a grunt. He slid deep inside her body, hitting bottom lightly

”Oh shit! Severus,” Hermione cried out against his lips, her eyes rolling back with pleasure as he penetrated her.

He pulled away from her mouth and stared down at her, his eyes hot.

“That’s my name, witch…and I love to hear you say it when I’m buried deep inside you,” he said softly, then pulled back and thrust into her with a little more power, “Say it again. When I leave here tomorrow evening I want the memory of my name on your lips to take with me.”

“Oh Severus,” Hermione said, her eyes wet with emotion as she looked up at him.

Severus studied her face for a long moment, then his dark eyes softened.

“There will never be any other witch for me other than you, Hermione Granger,” he breathed, kissing her deeply, then raising himself up on his hands and slowly beginning to fuck her, his eyes taking in every reaction, every arch and bounce of her body beneath his as he took her.

“Never…never…never…” he groaned with each stroke as Hermione’s arms locked around his neck, using her grip to partially pull herself up to meet his lips without breaking his rhythm.

Severus was tender, but thorough as he buried his cock in the witch, trying his best to express all of his passion and emotion for her physically while prolonging her pleasure and his own.

As he took Hermione, her voice washing over him…the wizard felt blessed to have such a passionate, intelligent and challenging woman for his own. He fell to the side, holding her close, not breaking contact, kissing and caressing Hermione as if memorizing her taste and the curves of her body as he flexed into her. After several minutes, Hermione rolled on top of him, taking over, riding Severus like a hippogriff into the home stretch, her nails digging into his shoulders as she put it to the hissing, groaning wizard.

Severus gripped her waist, holding Hermione as if she would fly away if he released her, his mouth slack with pleasure, eyes fluttering as her softness slid over him, sucking, squeezing and coating his cock with her juices as her thighs slapped against his loins. Hermione’s hair was wild around her face and shoulders. The wizard reached up and brushed it back so he could see her expression. Her face was contorted with desire, hunger…and yes…love.

“You really do love me, don’t you Hermione?” he asked her, grimacing as she wound her pussy, twisting his cock inside her.

“Yesssssss,” she hissed down at him, “With everything I have, everything I am, Severus.”

Severus groaned, then suddenly flipped the witch, his heart pounding against his rib cage as he trapped her knees over his arms and drove into her body frantically, possessively, pouring out everything he couldn’t say to her in a flurry of raw passion.

“You will always be mine….mine…mine,” he claimed as Hermione cried out under him.

He dropped on her, releasing her legs and digging his toes into the bed, trying to immerse himself in her sweetness and her love as best he could. Hermione Granger was his anchor to the world, the only person, the only hope that kept him from falling entirely to despair.

How had he ever lived without her?

The lovers’ two bodies flowed and flexed as one entity, flesh slippery with sweat and effort as they moved against each other, melding, blending, undulating, each riding the crest of the other, Hermione the doorway to bliss, Severus the key bent on unlocking her treasure.

Clutching each other, their voices rising in ecstasy, the couple drew closer and closer to that perfect union true lovers seek, bodies and mouths locked in the age old dance of life, of passion…of love.

Hermione was the first to pitch over, her nails digging into the Potions Master’s back and leaving thin, bloody streaks as she orgasmed with a screech, locking her legs around his waist.

Severus hissed as Hermione’s heat clutched and spasmed around his cock, the pain of her scratches pulling him back for a moment, but only a moment as he stared down at her, watching her come. The unfocused look of bliss in the witch’s eyes catapulted him to his own strong release and Severus let out a roar as he slammed into her, his eyes rolling up into his head as he came, touching the deepest part of her body as he hoped he touched the deepest part of her heart.

Severus let out little grunts of pleasure as he fired jet after jet into the quaking witch below him, his face buried in hair, his arms wrapped tight around her shoulders. Oh gods…how good she was…how good they were together. He could stand a lifetime of this…an eternity of this.

Severus and Hermione lay entwined for several minutes, hearts pounding, reluctant to break apart, to disengage their bodies and become separate beings again. But separation was evitable…which was why their coming together meant so much.
Hermione shifted, Severus slowly rolling off her and on to his back, sighing as his deflated organ slid from her body.

Hermione turned her face toward him.

“I love you, Severus Snape,” she said to him softly.

Severus studied her.

“I know, Hermione Granger,” he replied, his voice a bit hoarse,”I know.”

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A/N: Chapter 28 finished. Sorry it took so long…still out of it. Thanks for reading.