Payback is a Witch

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Chapter 29 ~ Connected

Every vein in Severus' neck stood out in clear definition as he threw his head back deep into the pillows as Hermione sucked his balls into her hot mouth and juggled them over her tongue expertly.

"Gods, witch…" he gurgled at her, his hips rising from the mattress.

He was ready to beg for mercy as she sucked one sensitive globe then the other, her tongue moving behind them to tap the small sensitive stretch of skin between his legs. Severus buckled, panting as the witch applied her intimate knowledge of his body's erogenous zones, doing all the things she wished she could have experienced when she occupied his form. Severus had never felt anything like it…hissing as her teeth pulled at the skin on his cock gently, scraping his shaft in the process and letting it snap back. It was both frightening and exhilarating. But she wouldn't actually bite him…would she?

Then he felt her tongue slipping over his flesh, the witch moving upward again toward his leaking head, then engulfing it and sucking hard.

"Shit!" the Potions Master gasped, his hands still clutching the edge of the bed as Hermione worked him over.

Finally, he could stand it no longer, sitting up and throwing Hermione on her back, then straddling her, thrusting his cock into her mouth as deep as he could, gagging her several times before he regained control. But he could feel her lust rolling over him…she wasn't angry, but excited at his domination. He pulled out of her mouth and slid to the side, catching the teary-eyed witch by the arms and pulling her up in the bed until she faced him. She was panting heavily.

"Blame yourself. No witch should be able to suck a cock that good," the wizard said to her, his black eyes studying her face and feeling a little surge of jealousy. She'd been practicing.

Hermione swallowed then said breathlessly, "Am I complaining?"

"No," he replied, "Because you loved it, you little wanton Gryffindor. Loved me ramming my cock between those luscious lips of yours," he breathed at her, his cock pulsing hungrily.

"You flipped me over because you couldn't take the pleasure," Hermione retorted, her nostrils flaring a bit. "I was rocking your dark little world and you couldn't handle it."

"I'm going to like having you for a lover," he said, sitting up and wrestling Hermione into his lap, her legs bent on either side of him. "You think you can challenge me, maybe equal me…don't you, witch?"

Hermione looked at him rather defiantly as she brushed his long locks out of his face. She studied his features, his dark eyes, aristocratic brows, pale skin, hooked nose and sensuous mouth that was twisted into a mean little smirk. She liked the way the wizard looked. She really did. Severus felt a pulse of appreciation from the witch and gathered her a bit closer.

"Now that we are on a more even keel…yes…I think I can match you when it comes to making you feel pleasure," the witch replied, shifting her core closer so the shaft of his cock rested against her heat. She was anxious for him to start fucking her again.

"Really?" he asked her, cocking his head to the side, his eyes glinting at her.

"Yes, I do," Hermione said, not knowing she had just unleashed the beast in the wizard.

Severus began to rub her back gently, sliding his palms over her skin slowly, caressing the witch the way she liked. Hermione sighed, wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward, kissing him deeply, feeling connected. Severus returned her kiss just as sweetly, but his eyes were predatory as he tongued and suckled the witch's mouth, working her emotions, feeling the waves of her pleasure as he slid his hands around and began to fondle and tweak her breasts.

"Oh Severus," she breathed into his mouth, deepening her kiss, becoming inebriated by the wizard's apparent tenderness.

Severus let his hands slide down, stroking the outside of her thighs then sweeping over her buttocks before returning to her back, Hermione sighing and moaning into his mouth. She was putty in his hands, and he intended on molding her into a lump of screaming, shuddering witch in a moment.

"This is good, isn't it?" he asked, his lips pressed lightly to hers as he continued to caress her.

"So good, Severus," Hermione replied, snuggling into him.

"Nice. Gentle. Tender like you've always wanted?" he asked her, drawing away fully now.

"Yes…just like I've always wanted," she said softly, smiling at the wizard, who reached between their bodies, shifting the witch back so he could position his cock at her entrance. Then he began to caress and kiss her again, making the witch relax once more, moving his mouth down and kissing her throat gently before leaning her back and suckling her breasts, listening to her moans and feeling her lust rising.

"I can be a very tender lover, can't I Hermione?" he asked the gasping witch. Gods, his mouth was amazing.

"Very tender," she responded.

"You know that isn't my nature, however," he said silkily.

"Yesssss," Hermione sighed, her eyes closed in pleasure.

"Good," he replied, sliding his hands to her waist and yanking the witch forward with a loud grunt, impaling her hard on his swollen cock, stretching her around his girth. Hermione keened, her eyes flying wide open with shock as Severus started fucking her viciously, wrapping one arm around her body and trapping her in place, and bringing the other to her ass, pulling her into his stroke with all his might.

Hermione screamed as he drove through her, but she never once said stop. Severus was a masochist's dream. Make no mistake about it, Hermione was a masochist. And her dark need was being fed to the hilt by the Potions Master, his pale face contorted with pleasure and concentration as he tore into her jerking body, sheathing himself as deep as he could go, showing the witch when it came to fucking, potions wasn't the only art he was the master of.

The wizard pushed Hermione down so she lay on top of his legs and pulled her knees up on his shoulders, his dark eyes wild with lust as he pulled her over him by the waist, staring down at her jerking body, her breasts bouncing wildly, the witch arching upward and crying out as he pummeled her body.

"Yes, witch. You got your tenderness…now I get mine," he gasped at her, Hermione too incoherent to hear him…she could only feel him as he spread his legs and leaned forward, grasping her shoulders as she lay on the bed now, her thighs around his waist. He began to pull her into him by her shoulders, his veins in his arm standing out from his efforts as the witch slid over his cock deliciously, her warm, wet pussy gushing loudly as he thrust into her, perspiration streaming down his chest, his hair sticking to his face. Her fluids coated his loins and the scent of sex was heavy in the air. This was what the wizard loved. No holds barred fucking.

Hermione began to shudder and the Potions Master pulled out and flung himself on top of her, driving his cock as deep as it would go in the witch, who was coated with sweat. Severus pressed his toes into the headboard for leverage, fucking the witch so hard and fast he began to drive her body down the bed. He followed her, walking on his hands until her head hung over the end of the bed. Then Hermione burst, screaming the wizard's name at the top of her lungs.

"Yes…fuck yes!" Severus hissed, falling to her exposed throat and sucking on it hungrily as he approached his own climax, flexing into the quaking, orgasming witch desperately as she pulsed around him, tightening and releasing, squeezing pleasure from his thick organ. His balls drew up sharply into tight stones and the wizard let out a long, shuddering howl as he ejaculated, arching into Hermione, his seed blasting through him, the bedroom seeming to whirl around him as he pitched over the edge of bliss, locked in the witch's body, feeling part of her once more.

She dimly heard Severus howl before he filled her, his body shuddering powerfully. The witch couldn't tell where he ended and she began as the wizard's organ pulsed inside her pulse, her throb, her release. Their bodies were locked together as if one beating heart, one trembling, throbbing entity…she couldn't ever remember experiencing such closeness with any man as she did now.

She could feel the wizard's climax come to a close and heard Severus sigh as he shifted and moved back, slipping out of her, then his strong hands gripped her shoulders, gently pulling her back into the bed so her head rested on the mattress. Then he lay back on top of her, locking his mouth to hers and kissing her deeply, still breathing heavily.

Hermione wrapped her arms around the wizard and held him, feeling him go boneless as he broke the kiss and relaxed on her, his face resting in her hair. The wizard seemed unwilling to break contact with her body. She couldn't stay like this for long…he was heavy, but for right now she could take his weight. There was a delicious ache between her legs that Hermione knew would turn into real pain if she didn't get hold of some purple potion within the next half hour or so, but she loved the sting of him.

Suddenly Severus shifted and lifted his head, looking down at her, fire still evident in his dark eyes.

"Gods…that had to be the best orgasm I ever had witch," he said to her, pushing her tangled hair out of the way and studying her face. Was she really his?

Yes. She was. All his for as long as she wanted him. Severus intended to make her want him forever.

Hermione gave him a tired smile.

"I told you I could give you equal pleasure," she said softly.

Severus arched an eyebrow at her. As far as he was concerned he did most of the work. A great orgasm was the result of a great effort, after all. But he didn't say anything. Yet. He simply kissed the witch then slowly rolled off of her body, aware his weight was making her breathing labored.

Severus lay on his back, stretched out his arm and slipped it under Hermione's shoulders. For the first time in his life, the Potions Master drew a woman close against him, wanting her contact after sex. It felt rather good. He felt Hermione softly kiss his cheek and closed his eyes, sighing contently as he felt her satisfaction wash over him.

Yes. Hermione Granger was just what the healer ordered to cure a cold, unfeeling life.

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A/N: And we come to the end of the orchard. They both seem quite happy with each other. Next the epilogue. Please review this chapter.