Something Much Darker

Snape rose from the bed, intending to retrieve his wand from beside the chair he had been sitting in when Draco had brought Granger to him. Hermione felt his weight leave the bed, and sat up. Unthinkingly she threw her arms around his waist, pressing her face into his stomach. “Please, Professor, don’t leave me like this! Stay with me. I’m so frightened, please, I…I…” she trailed off.

Snape stood still in shock. Her lips moving against his lower belly combined with her hot breath made his erection even harder, if that were possible. He closed his eyes, trying to maintain control. You can’t fuck her, Severus. Can’t even touch her. She’s a student. The reminder didn’t help much with her lips only inches from his cock. He couldn’t make himself push her away, though he knew he should. It had been quite awhile since a woman’s lips had been so close, and against his will he was quite enjoying the sensation.

Hermione sensed his hesitation. She looked up at him. Snape’s eyes were closed, his lips parted. It made him look vulnerable, as did the fact that he wasn’t wearing his black robes or frock coat; was dressed only in black trousers and his white shirt. For the first time she saw him as a man, not a teacher, and realized that he was quite sexy. Hermione acted on instinct. She got to her feet and pressed her body against his, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissed him the way she had only kissed Ron before. Snape’s lips were hard against hers, unyielding. She felt his body stiffen, his hands going to her shoulders, and realized he was about to push her away. NO! her mind screamed, and she pressed her hips against his in desperation. Gods! She could feel his hardness, so much bigger than Ron’s. In her normal state of mind, Snape’s size would have frightened her. But the aphrodisiac had clouded her mind and released her animal instincts. Her only desire was to be touched, caressed, brought to climax. She ground her hips against his cock, trying to bring some relief to her over-stimulated sex.

It was too much for Professor Snape. Giving in to his darker side, he crushed Granger to him and returned her kiss. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, and she met it with her own. She moaned against his lips and the sound spurred him on. His hand went to her breast and squeezed to the point of pain, before loosening his grip and caressing away the ache. His palm brushed her nipple in slow, sensual circles, causing Hermione to arch her back to press herself more firmly against his hand. Snape’s lips left hers, causing her to whimper in protest. He ripped her blouse open, the buttons flying everywhere, and pressed his lips to her breast. Through her bra she could feel his tongue slipping back and forth across her nipple before drawing it into his mouth and sucking it hard. Hermione’s breathing stopped, then resumed with a muffled sob as Severus transferred his attentions to her other breast. “Ooohhhh, Professor,” she breathed.

Severus straightened and looked at Hermione. Her lips were swollen from his kiss, her dark eyes closed, tears trickling from beneath the lids. He pulled her close and whispered into her ear, “You may as well call me Severus, don’t you think?” There was no way he was going to do what needed to be done for her with her calling him ‘Professor’! Gods knew he felt enough like a dirty old man right now! And he definitely needed to hurry and give the girl some relief. Her pussy, he knew, was probably already painful with need, thanks to the drug she had been given. If he waited longer, his touch would be close to agony for her. At her young age, she didn’t need to have pain entwined with desire. So much for using my wand, he thought with a certain rueful amusement.

Hermione felt Severus pick her up in his arms and lay her on his bed. She opened her eyes and saw him bending over her, his expression inscrutable. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought she had imagined feeling his aroused cock against her, for he certainly didn’t look like a man with sex on his mind. “Do you trust me, Miss…Hermione?” he murmured. She nodded. He lay beside her and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her lips once, gently, and then she felt his breath trail across her cheek to her earlobe. When she felt his tongue licking her ear, it sent another rush of heat through her entire body. Her ears had always been extremely sensitive; she loved it when Ron did the same thing to her. She was too distracted to realize that Severus had raised her skirt to her waist with one hand.

At least, until she felt that hand slip inside her panties and cup her pussy. At his touch, she felt as if she were being burned at the stake, and loving every second of it. The heel of his hand pressed against her clitoris, firmly massaging it in small circles. One long finger slipped inside her, and moved in those same small circles--at the same time slipping in and out of her tight passage. Oh, Merlin! He’s talented! was Hermione’s last coherent thought.

Meanwhile, Severus was fighting to remain detached and failing miserably. It had been at least 2 years since he had been with a woman. The feel of her tight, wet pussy encasing his finger excited him nearly beyond control. He could feel the barrier of her maidenhood, and it was all he could do to keep from pushing too far inside her and breaking it. Detachment was impossible. The best he could manage was to resist the evil part of him that whispered, Fuck her. Take her now! Make her bleed, make her yours! His cock was throbbing with long suppressed lust, and though he would not take her, he could not resist pressing himself against her thigh. Watching her face express the intense pleasure he was giving her was torture, yet he couldn’t look away. No one would ever call Hermione beautiful. “Pretty” was the best anyone had said before. But they have never seen her like this, Severus thought. Like this, she is breathtaking. He greedily watched her face for signs that her climax was approaching; eager to see how she looked when she came. He didn’t have long to wait.

The drug had over-sensitized every part of Hermione’s body. After only a minute or so, she felt the pleasure building to a height she had never known before. Instinctively, she moved in time with Severus’s strokes, searching for the final ecstasy she somehow knew was there. She wasn’t disappointed. As her orgasm washed over her she cried out incoherently. Severus’s hand was drenched with her juices as she came. Over and over waves of pleasure went through her, and before it was over she was calling out his name.