By the Boulders in the Moonlight (Edit)

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 3 ~ A Rough Bit of Foreplay

Hermione couldn't believe the feelings washing over her as the Potions Master pressed against her, his hard body and even harder cock moving against her. It was as if the wizard's body was magnetized and she was being drawn to it. She didn't want him to move away from her, she was willing to do anything to keep that from happening. Her arms automatically wrapped around the wizard's waist, and she pulled him into her harder.

The Potions Master hissed at Hermione's ardor and pulled back from her, trying to unwrap her arms. She was like an octopus, stuck to him by pure suction.

"Easy witch. Patience," he growled down at the overheated young witch as she pushed her hips forward, trying to come into contact with him.

"Dear gods…I've created a succubus," he thought as he wrestled with Hermione, who was nearly incoherent with lust. He had said he would have sex with her, and all the nights of longing were rushing out in a flood of need. She could hardly speak, her desire was so overwhelming. All the Potions Master heard was, "Please."

He thought he had never heard a sexier word uttered by a witch in all his life. He managed to get Hermione to release him and held her back against the boulder with one hand, pulled out his wand with the other and pressed the tip beneath her navel. He muttered a contraceptive charm and dropped his wand on the ground. He began unbuttoning his robes, holding his body back as far as possible as the witch reached for him imploringly.

"You'll have me soon enough, Miss Granger…just wait, witch," he said to her in an effort to calm her down.

"I ache," she half-sobbed, her eyes glazed with lust as she continued to try and embrace him. The Potions Master pulled his robes open and quickly backed up a few paces. Hermione started to pursue him.

"Wait right there!" he commanded, and Hermione stopped in her tracks and backed up against the boulder, her eyes on him as he removed his robes.

He only wore a pair of silk boxers beneath them. And they were greatly tented. It seemed the Potions Master already had an idea how his night was going to go when he followed Hermione out of Hogwarts.

Hermione's eyes went wide as they washed over him. The wizard was lean but muscular, with corded arms and a well-defined chest. Hermione would have never believed the wizard sported a six-pack under his robes if she didn't see it for herself. The wizard was in very good shape. But then again, he had to be in order to survive Voldemort's tortures. There were scars on his chest and belly, but not many. His pale back was another story. That was the canvas the Dark Lord did his most grisly work on.

The Potions Master folded his robes over into a rectangle and approached the witch again.

"Stay right there, Miss Granger, and lean forward," he said to her warningly.

Hermione obeyed him and he slipped the folded robes behind her. She straightened and the robes were held in place by her body. They would provide adequate cushion against the stone.

"My gods, Professor…your body…" the witch whispered, bringing her small hand up to the center of his chest and dragging it down, shuddering as she felt the hardness beneath his pale skin.

The wizard's belly tightened for a moment as the witch's soft hand moved down his torso, and he made a slight sound in the back of his throat.

Female contact. Gods it had been too long. Hermione was instantly transformed in the Potions Master's mind from seventh-year student to willing woman when she touched him so intimately.

Hermione stopped short of his boxers however, her amber eyes resting on the large tent. She hesitated and looked up at the wizard as if for reassurance.

"I am a full-grown wizard, Miss Granger. What you see is what you will get," he said, beginning to unbutton the witch's robes.

The Potions Master wished that he could strip the witch completely, but considering the circumstances, he thought it best to leave her partially clothed…but he did want to see as much of her body as he could. He spread the witch's robes. She had on her school uniform beneath it, a blouse and skirt. He began to unbutton her blouse.

Hermione watched him silently, her breasts rising and falling with passion. It all seemed like some kind of sensate dream. The dark, disciplined Potions Master desired her and was going to take her against a boulder on the grounds of Hogwarts. She could only stare down at his pale hands, those beautiful, slender fingers that so meticulously chopped, diced and measured. Now she was their focus. The witch shuddered again, and the Potions Master's eyes met hers as he parted her blouse, revealing her white cotton bra. The wizard pulled it up, revealing pert, full breasts, the dark nipples puckered with desire. He felt they were the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. He cupped one gently, and Hermione let out a gasp at his touch.

"Gods, that feels so good, Professor," she breathed, her eyes closing in pleasure as he fondled both her breasts, loving their round firmness and taut peaks against his palms and the witch's wanton responses.

"Damn, Miss Granger he breathed, lowering his mouth to one of her breasts and suckling it.

Hermione cried out in pleasure as his moist warm mouth closed over her sensitive nipple and the witch almost came off the boulder, the wizard having to hold her firmly in place by both shoulders as he moved from one breast to the other, the witch gasping and panting, locking her fingers into his hair. The robes behind the witch barely managed to stay in place when she lunged forward in reaction to having her breasts kissed and licked by the wizard. The Potions Master pulled away from her again.

"Noooo," Hermione cried out, grabbing him.

"Dear Merlin," the wizard muttered, once again trying to get out of the witch's octopi-like grip on his body, her small hands clutching at his flesh as she pressed against him. The folded robes fell to the ground.

"Miss Granger…please!" the Potions Master hissed at her. "I just need to pick up my wand."

"More…" Hermione breathed clinging to him.

Finally the Potions Master managed to bend enough to reach his wand, Hermione latched on to him like a curvaceous little leech. He picked it up.

"Judging by your reaction to just my mouth on your body, I believe you are going to be a screamer, Miss Granger. A very loud one," he said, casting a "Dome of Silence" sphere around them so her voice wouldn't carry across the grounds and bring Hagrid or some other staff member running to her aid.

As an afterthought, the wizard also surrounded them with a disillusionment spell. It was also a sphere of magic that would allow them to see each other, but protected them from being seen by others. If anyone came, they would see only the boulders and stones.

That done, he dropped his wand to the ground again and resumed wrestling with Hermione, who was now trying to hook her leg behind his so he couldn't pull her off. She was pressing her lips to his chest, and it felt delicious, but he had to get the witch off him so he could put the robes back. He had never seen a witch so ready to fuck in all his life. They certainly were growing virgins randy these days.

"Miss Granger, at this rate I will never get to deflower you. You have to let me go!" he said to her through clenched teeth. Actually the struggle was excellent foreplay and the wizard was more than ready to give the witch what she wanted.

Threatened with no deflowerment, Hermione released the wizard. She looked like a bare breasted wild woman now, her bra pulled up like some kind of halter, her chestnut hair all askew, her eyes glowing with lust. She was panting from the effort it took to remain attached to the boxer-clad wizard, who was panting a bit himself.

"Thank you," he said, walking past her and picking up the fallen robes. He dusted them off and refolded them, laying them against the boulder. He looked at Hermione, who was poised to pounce on him again. Gods, she looked luscious though.

"Back up against the boulder," he said with authority, his black eyes resting on her. He was ready to fight her off again if need be and slam her to the boulder himself. But Hermione walked by him, turned around and lay against the robes.

"Good girl," the Potions Master said as the witch's eyes washed over him.

"Now?" she asked him, writhing a bit.

The Potions Master marveled at how lust could take the vocabulary of a normally articulate witch down to less than five words. No. More. Now. Please.

"Soon, Miss Granger," he said stepping into her again. The witch sighed with pleasure as his hard body came in contact with her. It occurred to the wizard he hadn't even kissed the witch yet. He looked at her small full mouth, which was partially open as she artlessly worked her body against him. She didn't have much technique and was operating from animal mode. She still felt good, however.

The wizard lowered his head and locked his mouth to hers, struck by her heat as his tongue wrapped around hers. This was Hermione's first open-mouthed kissed, and she nearly melted as the Professor's tongue claimed hers…the first penetration of her body. She kissed him hungrily, opening her mouth wide to give him access, pressing her pelvis hard against him, letting the wizard know she was so, so ready for the next penetration.

Severus let out several groans and a few growls as he explored the witch's mouth, his hands moving over her breasts again, Hermione purring like a kitten into his mouth. Slowly his hands drifted down over her skirt, then under it, his fingers pressing into the crotch of her knickers. They were soaked. Hermione let out a low, husky moan as she felt his hand between her legs and made her stance wider.

"You nasty little witch you," the Professor whispered, sliding the fabric aside and rubbing his fingers between the witch's labia over her clit. Hermione shrieked loudly and began to shudder, orgasming.

"Shit!" the Professor breathed staring at the witch as she stiffened, her hips undulating as bliss washed over her. The wizard felt her juices leak into his hand. It seemed a slow release, but the witch still had her hymen and her release had to flow around it.

Hermione's head dropped forward, and the wizard let her climax, just watching her, his cock feeling as if it could just fall off it was so heavy with blood. Presently her moans and undulations stopped, and she raised her head…looking into the wizard's eyes.

"More…" she breathed.

The wizard removed his hand which had been cupping her pussy and brought it to his mouth. He slowly licked off the witch's release, pleased by the thought of receiving her first release caused by a man. The taste of the witch was earthy, musky and sweet.

Suddenly he hooked his hands into Hermione's knickers and dropped, pulling them down to her ankles.

"Step out," he hissed up at her.

Hermione lifted first one foot then the other, and the Potions Master slid her knickers over one trainer then the other. He brought them to his nose and sniffed them, his black eyes going hot. He stood, and faced her.

"We've come to the point of no return," he breathed, moving closer to her. The boulder was slightly rounded, so Hermione could lean back a bit. The wizard bent and snaked his arms between her legs, hooking them under her thighs then straightened, lifting the witch his arms under her knees now and hands flat against the boulder. Her pussy was wide open to him and just the right height for penetration.

"Oh my gods," Hermione said softly as the wizard used his body to hold her in place as he yanked his boxers down around his lower thighs with one hand, his long, thick cock springing out, the head deep purple, the shaft thick as a fighting staff.

Hermione blinked down at his enormous organ, then at the Professor. She didn't need to speak…he already knew what she was thinking.

"Yes…it's going to hurt, but just for a few moments, Miss Granger. I can fit you although it will be a snug fit," he said softly.

"I don't care how much it hurts, Professor. I feel like I've waited forever for you…I don't want to wait any longer. Release me…show me what this is I want," the witch said to him, her eyes glistening with need. "Give it to me and help me get it and you out of my system. Please, Professor."

The Professor stared at the witch. She was so innocent. Hermione truly believed that sex was something she could have once and then be fine. It didn't work that way. Once she experienced it…it would be more than likely she would want to experience it again. If he were good to her, then most likely he would be even more embedded in her thoughts. Well, if that became the case…he would deal with it.

"All right, Miss Granger…but you are going to have to help me," he said, moving his hips back some distance. His cock was so long he had to make a lot of room to place the head of it against the witch's entrance.

"Place me against you…in the depression," he breathed.

Without hesitation Hermione wrapped her hand around his hot, firm organ.

"Gods it's so hard, Professor…hard and hot," she breathed feeling wetness rolling down inside her.

"Put it against your pussy," he hissed urgently. Now was not the time for observations of the state of his cock. She'd feel how hot and hard it was in a moment.

Hermione placed the head of his organ against herself and gasped as he pushed forward to lock himself in place.

"Put your arms around my neck and hold on, Miss Granger. How me as tight as you need to…" he advised, drawing in a breath, his black eyes locked to her face. She looked hungry yet apprehensive.

"It's time to make your dreams a reality," he said, ramming his cock forward and tearing through her resistance, her body buckling, the witch's piercing scream bouncing off the walls of the sphere of silence as he buried himself to the hilt in the sweetest, tightest pussy he had ever experienced. He gave a loud groan of pleasure as her soft, wet sleeve engulfed him and his loins rested between her shuddering thighs.

The Potions Master could feel Hermione's hot tears rolling down his shoulder, her face pressed against it as she sobbed. He pulled back a bit and looked down at his cock. It was streaked with blood. Gently he pressed it back inside the witch and held it there, waiting for the pain to pass.

As he held the sobbing young woman tight against the boulder, her warmth wrapped around his cock and her arms wrapped around his neck, the Potions Master realized something.

He had popped his first cherry.

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A/N: And the PWP rolls on. Ooh lala. Hermione is a greedy, randy little something in this story isn't she? Lol to Severus wrestling with her. Please review.