The Makeover - COMPLETED

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 29 ~ Initial Explorations

Severus strode through his bedroom door, Hermione in tow, her heart pounding as the wizard practically slung her toward the bed, then pulled out his wand and warded the bedroom door securely. The wizard turned to her and slowly put his wand in his pocket, his eyes slowly perusing her body from head to toe, resting for a moment on her thighs. His jaw tightened.

Hermione had never felt more vulnerable in her life as her former professor looked at her. Severus’ pale hands went to the sash of his robe and began to untie it. Hermione’s eyes widened.

“Are you…are you wearing anything under your robe?” she asked him, her voice squeaking

“Yes, my skin,” he replied, unknotting the sash.

Hermione stiffened and closed her eyes as Severus opened his robe and slid it off. The wizard smirked at the witch’s reaction as he tossed the robe on to the chair. It was the first time a woman had ever closed her eyes against him. Most were quite willing to see his goods.

Naked, he walked over to Hermione, stopping a few inches from her, his cock erect and weeping as he looked down on the stricken witch.

He thrust his hips forward and poked Hermione in the belly with his cock a couple of times.

”Knock, knock,” he purred, his dark eyes hot yet mirthful.

Hermione’s eyes flew open and she looked directly into the wizard’s naked pale chest, then her eyes dropped down and widened.

“Oh gods,” she said, and tried to move back.

Severus caught her by the shoulders, holding Hermione firmly in front of him.

“There’s no where to run witch, except to me,” he said with a growl.

Hermione stared at the Potions Master’s long, thick pale organ. He looked much too big. She looked up at him.

“I can’t take that, Severus,” she said in a near whisper, “You’re going to hurt me…you’re too big.”

“You will take it,” he breathed, backing Hermione up until she was against the wall by his dresser. “You will take it, and you will like it. I know how to fuck, witch. Stop being afraid and accept this, accept me.”

The wizard began to caress Hermione through the thin fabric of her gown, his hands leaving molten trails of heat on her body. He started with her shoulders and moved down her arms, then over her hips and back up her waist and around the curve of her breasts. Hermione’s eyes went half-lidded with pleasure. Gods, his touch felt so damn good. Reflexively she pressed her body against his, trapping his cock between their bodies and feeling a delicious tingle thrum through her body and stop between her thighs, tickling at her as the wizard’s organ pulsed against her.

“Oh,” Hermione gasped as Severus’ moved his hands to her back and swept down over the curve of her buttocks, kneading her flesh lightly and pulling her against him, his breathing quickening. Suddenly he pulled up her gown and smoothed his hands over her bare ass and thighs. The witch gasped again at the feel of his warm palms on her skin so intimately.

Severus watched the witch’s responses. He normally didn’t take time like this, wait this long once a witch was in his bedroom…but it was the witch’s first time. He was a hard man, but it only seemed right to prepare her. Merlin knew she felt good under his hands.

“Touch me back,” he breathed. “Get familiar with my body, witch.”

Severus moved back a bit, but kept caressing the witch. Hermione hesitantly brought one small hand to the center of his pale chest, pressing her palm against it and feeling the wizard’s strong heartbeat and musculature. She looked up at him, biting her lip. She moved her hand down slowly over the ridges of his abdomen. The wizard’s breath suddenly hitched, his belly tightening for a moment. He was reacting to her touch.

“I made him do that,” Hermione thought, “He likes me touching him.”

The Potions Master’s eyes glittered then half closed as the witch brought up her other hand and slid it over his belly and around his waist. No one touched him like this…so gently. Most of the time witches were digging their nails into his back or ass, goading him on.

Hermione extended both her arms and ran them over the wizard’s back. Suddenly she stopped and looked up at him.

“Scars…” she said softly, her eyes full of sympathy, as her fingertips moved over the raised welts, “So many scars, Severus.”

The wizard swallowed at the look of compassion on the witch’s face. She felt for him. Severus swallowed, then steeled himself.

“Voldemort,” he said hoarsely.

Hermione continued to stare at him, her heart filled with ache for his suffering. Suddenly and softly she embraced the wizard, resting her head against his chest.

”I’m so sorry,” she said, “So sorry for what you had to go through for us.”

The Potions Master could feel her lips move against his skin as she spoke those words. No one but Albus had ever said anything by way of comfort to him concerning the torture he’d undergone while serving the Dark Lord. He took a deep breath to compose himself, remembering who and what he was.

“I don’t need your pity, witch” he snarled at her, pushing Hermione back against the wall, angry that she was getting to him. “I only need your body. Just your body.”

“It’s not pity,” Hermione gasped as the wizard pressed against her hard, grinding his cock into her and grasping her breasts roughly, fondling them, feeling them peak to hard points beneath his palms.

“Oh gods,” Hermione groaned as desire flooded her, pressing her pelvis against the wizard helplessly, wanting to feel that pulsing, hard organ against her. She didn’t care how big it was anymore. She only wanted that strong, angry body and all its parts against her own

”If it’s not pity…what is it witch?” Severus seethed down at her as he began to hike up her nightie. Hermione whimpered as she felt his cock against her naked skin>

“Well, what is it?” Severus demanded, leaning back slightly as Hermione helplessly lifted her arms so he could pull her nightie over her head.

She was naked now, and everything was becoming unreal…everything except the wizard grinding against her and sliding his hands over her body as if he owned it.

“I just care,” she blurted out, writhing under his attack. “Can’t somebody care about what happened to you? What you went through? It’s not pity Severus. I would never pity a man as blackhearted as you.”

The Potions Master stopped his assault on the witch. He felt a little like laughing. She cared about him even though he was blackhearted? Typical Gryffindor.

Hermione arched against him, her hands pulling at his back insistently, wanting him to continue touching and moving against her. He felt so wonderful, and it soothed the ache pulsing inside her. She pressed her lips against his chest, wanting more contact. Again the wizard’s belly constricted as the witch began to kiss his body. She was on automatic now, her body taking over, her hands moving over his back and sides as if memorizing every scar and muscle.

Severus leaned his head back, and closed his eyes as Hermione’s soft lips pressed against his flesh over and over again. This was unlike any encounter he had ever had before. Were all virgins this way? Or was it something specific to the witch. Hermione had always had a compassionate streak, and a desire to support the underdog. If there were ever an underdog…Severus was it. He found he liked the feel of her mouth on his skin. In fact…

The Potions Master ran his hand through her curly locks, and looked down at her. She had no experience, but still…

”You care, witch? Then show me how much you care,” he breathed, grasping Hermione’s hand and pulling the witch toward the bed. He sat down on the edge of it, his legs gapped wide and pulled the witch between them. He could smell her arousal and ran his hands over her breasts and down her belly, grazing her pubic hair before sliding them down her thighs and back up. He looked up at the witch.

”You know what fellatio is, Hermione?” he asked her, knowing she did.

“Yes,” the witch breathed, quaking beneath his caresses.

”I want you to perform it on me,” the wizard said, “Kneel between my legs, witch.”

Hermione was so heated, she dropped to her knees without a word. She wasn’t afraid to put her mouth on him. Not now.

Severus hissed as the witch looked up at him, her amber eyes glistening. She had never done this before but didn’t give him a word of protest. She was willing to do what he wanted, even though she didn’t have a lick of experience. Well, she was about to gain more than a lick of it.

“Grasp my cock,” he directed, falling back on his elbows, his hair a curtain around his pale face.

Hermione looked at the wizard’s huge organ. It was pointing directly at her, the pinkish head dripping a clear, thick fluid. She could smell the wizard’s maleness…cloying and magnetic. The witch felt a gush roll out to coat her thighs.

“Take hold of it,” Severus hissed, bucking his hips at the witch, lust making him impatient and harsh. Suddenly his hand shot out and grasped her hair tightly. Hermione had the sensation of melting as a thrill shot through her at the wizard’s manhandling. He pulled her forward.

“Witch, do what I say…” the wizard growled.

Hermione grasped Severus’ cock in one small warm hand. She couldn’t close her fist over him, or even come close. The wizard’s hips bucked when he felt her hot, little hand grasp his shaft. He sat up.

“Put it in your mouth and suck on it,” he said, his eyes glinting down at the pretty witch’s small, full lips.

Gods, he hoped he didn’t come the minute her mouth closed around him. Knowing Hermione had never tasted a cock before and that he would be the first to have her this way was very arousing.

Hermione looked at the huge tool she held in her hand, then took a deep breath and opened her mouth, moving forward and engulfing the head of the wizard’s cock, sucking softly. She was rewarded by a deep, sensual groan from Severus, who was staring down at her.

“Yessss,” he sighed, pulling Hermione forward by her hair so she slid up, groaning again, then pulled her back. After a moment she took up the motion herself, understanding.

Severus could already feel his balls pulsating and she had barely pleasured him. Gods, how delicious she looked. Unlike most witches however, her eyes were wide open and a bit cross-eyed as she watch what she was doing. This turned him on even more.

“You like watching yourself suck my cock, Hermione,” he breathed, then bit his lip as the witch jerked a little in reaction. The smell of her arousal was stronger now. “Such a naughty little virgin. Move faster.”

He jerked the witch by her hair a bit to start her, and Hermione obeyed, feeling his hardness filling her mouth over and over, so hot, the soft skin covering the iron sliding between her lips as he groaned helplessly. She was new at this, but was obviously pleasing him and that pleased her. She boldly reached up and cupped the wizard’s balls with her other hand. Severus hissed and jerked as she rolled them between her fingers. She wasn’t doing this because she knew to, but because she was curious as to how they felt. They were cooler than his cock, and there were hard little balls inside them. By the way the wizard was bucking, they were very sensitive. She couldn’t help but feel a little power.

Severus was moving close to the edge now, and slid both his hands to the back of Hermione’s head, guiding her. Suddenly the witch gagged. He stopped as she recovered, then continued on, hissing and groaning.

“Yesss, yes witch. You’re a natural,” he breathed as he felt his balls tightening. Hermione felt the wizard begin to shudder, his thighs starting to crush her.

Suddenly, Severus pulled out of her mouth and ejaculated, his come spurting, hitting her chin and throat, dripping down to her breasts as he hissed and groaned, his pale face contorting with pleasure as the witch was covered in hot thick, white fluid.

Hermione was stunned, but gods…still turned on as the wizard grasped his cock and finished releasing on her. Gasping, he fell back to the bed, his pale chest rising and falling. Hermione was panting too, but from desire and emotion. She looked down at her breasts just as Severus lifted his head to look at her. She didn’t see him as she ran a fingertip through the creamy release, brought it to her nose and sniffed it, then sucked his come off her finger.

“Shit,” the wizard breathed as Hermione looked up at him a bit guiltily, her finger still in her mouth. She pulled it out and blushed.

“I…I just wanted to know what it tasted like,” she said sheepishly.

Severus stared at her. He had pulled out because he wasn’t sure that Hermione would have been willing to swallow her first time out. He had underestimated the witch. Damn.

”So, how does it taste?” he asked the witch, sitting up and looking at her come covered breasts. He already felt a little throb.

“A little like aspirin,” she said softly, blushing again. Severus found it slightly amusing the witch was blushing while covered in sperm. Amusing, but hot.

”Go to my robe and retrieve my wand,” he told the witch.

He watched as Hermione rose and turned, walking over to the chair his house robe lay on. Severus’ eyes were glued to her perfect little ass, and he felt another throb as he thought about gripping it as he penetrated the witch from behind.

Hermione retrieved his wand and returned, handing it to him. The wizard pointed it at her.

“Scourgify,” he said, watching as his release disappeared. “Get in the bed witch. It’s your turn.”

Hermione climbed into the bed and lay on her back, her brow furrowed.

“My turn?” she asked, then gasped as Severus suddenly rolled over on top of her, skin to skin, his weight pressing down on her. He kissed her hungrily, his tongue once again threatening to remove her tonsils as he scoured every part of her mouth, making the witch dizzy with his ardor. He pulled away.

“Yes, your turn. I am going to enjoy you, witch,” he said, then fell back to her mouth, moving down her throat, all lips, tongue, teeth and hands as he took his pleasure of Hermione’s body.

The witch arched, crying out as his mouth moved over her breasts, licking, nipping and sucking until she felt she would go insane. The ache between her legs was like a huge, burning fire.

“Oh gods, I didn’t think it would be like this, Severus” she gasped, moving under him. The wizard’s lips slid down her tight belly, his hair dragging across her skin. He dropped lower and Hermione reflexively clamped her thighs together when he pulled on her pubic hair with his lips.

Severus scowled at the lockdown.

“Open your legs…wide! Now!” he demanded, squeezing her waist with his large hands.

Hermione gasped and complied, biting her lip as she felt the wizard part her labia with his fingers.

Severus stared at her pretty pink pussy, his eyes resting on the small stretch of delicate skin covering the entrance to pleasure. That was what he had to remove.

“I’ll say it again, Hermione…you have a very pretty pussy,” the wizard breathed, running his tongue over her clit in a large, luxurious lick and smiling as he tasted her for the first time. Hermione squealed, bucking her hips. The wizard locked his arms around her thighs tightly.

“Ambrosia,” he sighed, licking his lips then diving into her core with gusto.

It was a good thing the Potions Master didn’t have any glassware in his bedroom.

The witch’s high note would have surely shattered it.

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A/N: Ah, it starts. Mmmm hmmm. Please review.