The Makeover - COMPLETED

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Chapter 30 ~ The Deflowering of Hermione Granger

Hermione’s entire existence had been reduced to one pulsing point between her thighs, a point which was being lashed relentlessly by the lusty Potions Master. His supple tongue and lips moved over her sensitive inner flesh, gathering her flavor as the witch squealed, hissed and begged for mercy and release. But Severus was not a merciful man, and her cries served only to make him more ardent, his cock hardening again as she bucked against his mouth. He had never tasted pussy this good and was determined to get his fill of the witch.

He stopped for a moment, looking up at Hermione. The witch raised her head and looked down at him, thankful for the reprieve. Her face was red and her eyes were wet from his ministrations…it was almost too good and Hermione panted down at him.

”Position change,” he said to her silkily.

The wizard suddenly rolled to his back, wrenching and flipping Hermione as he did so, rolling the witch over so her apex was poised over his face and she was face down in the bed.

“Oh Merlin!,” Hermione cried as the wizard continued eating her out, now using his big nose to stimulate her clit, his sounds of pleasure muffled. “Severus, pleeeeeease!”

He pleased all right. Pleased himself as he lapped at her core, his pale hands running over her soft ass, squeezing, gripping and guiding her against his mouth. Suddenly Hermione shrieked as a bolt of pleasure shot deep inside her, seeming to blast her floodgates open. The witch keened, shuddered and orgasmed rising up on her hands and stretching out, grinding her pussy down on the delighted Potions Master’s face. The wizard drank down the emissions that leaked around her hymen…it was slow but delicious going and he made sure to collect every scrumptious drop of the squealing witch’s release.

As the Potions Master indulged himself in the witch, he didn’t realize he was drinking Hermione in subconsciously as well. The taking of innocence is a powerful double-edged sword, and can’t be done without receiving some kind of effect. As Hermione’s first lover, Severus was assuming a place of importance in the witch’s life. Even if they never came together again, she would always remember him. And since Hermione was the first virgin he ever took, a witch of brilliance and good character, not to mention a woman who had saved him from death, she was indelibly being written on his dark soul. Severus would never be able to erase her, no matter how dark and cold he perceived himself. The act simply had too much significance. What was happening between them was too intimate to be pushed away.

Hermione’s shudders and squeals died away, and Severus let out a long sigh of satisfaction as he slid from under her, his face glistening. Damn, that had been exquisite.

Severus rolled back over and stood up, looking down at the panting witch, who looked extremely embarrassed at her wantonness in the final moments. Severus’ face was shining with what could only be her juices…but he didn’t look the least bit upset about it. In fact he was licking his lips quite exaggeratedly, which made her feel even more embarrassed. Suddenly the wizard launched himself at her.

Hermione screamed as Severus landed on the left side of the bed full weight with a great bounce that lifted her from the mattress a moment before she fell back, her eyes round with shock. She thought the wizard would be more disciplined and climb into the bed like a normal person. The wizard grabbed her and kissed her deeply, smearing Hermione’s juices all over her face and letting her taste her own flavor. Severus pulled away from her mouth and studied her. Now Hermione’s face had a slight gleam of juice, and all she could smell was pussy. It didn’t exactly smell bad but she wasn’t used to it and made a face.

“What? The scent doesn’t appeal to you?” the Potions Master asked the witch, smirking slightly as he brought a pale hand to her belly and rubbed it slowly. His cock was swollen and ready for more intimate exploits now. But he felt like teasing the witch a bit.

“I’m not a wizard, Severus,” she replied softly, “Please scourgify me.”

“You’re going to be scenting more than that in a few witch. You might as well get used to it,” he said, reaching for the wand. “Personally, I think the scent of pussy should be bottled and sold commercially. It would be a hit with wizards, I assure you. Scourgify.”

Severus cleansed both Hermione and himself, then put the wand on the nightstand. He lay down his body and face turned toward the witch, his cock pulsing.

“Did you like me laving your pussy?” he asked her.

Hermione turned several colors and didn’t answer him.

“Still the shy virgin,” he teased her, then changed his voice to falsetto, “Talking about what feels good to my pussy is sooooo baaaad. I might grow hair on my tongue.”

Hermione scowled at him.

“Shut up,” she said, reddening.

Hermione really was quite embarrassed about her reaction to the wizard, especially when she came and ground herself down on his face. Still the witch was very aware of his long, lean body as he lay facing her, his heat and masculinity washing over her in waves. She wanted more contact with Severus, even though he was acting a right bastard teasing her as he was.

Instead of getting mad, Severus chuckled. It was rich and deep. He felt like playing in the witch’s hair for a moment. It was so curly and wild. Beautiful actually…like a flowing mane of tangles. But he didn’t do it. That would be too…too intimate and imply something else entirely.

“But you did like it witch…your responses to my tongue were luscious. I could have sipped at your fountain for hours if there weren’t other more pressing needs to attend to,” he purred silkily, moving his hand from her belly to her breast, caressing it before tweaking her nipple. The witch gasped and arched up.

Severus let out a low growl, then leaned down latched on to her breast, sucking hard as he massaged the other, and slid his hand between her legs, petting the lips of her pussy lightly, but not touching her core. Hermione began to mewl like a kitten, heating up again, pressing her pussy against Severus’ hand, trying to make him increase his contact. She was juicing up again.

Severus enjoyed the witch arching and moaning at his touch. This was so much more than his usual liaisons. Every reaction he got from the witch, he was drawing out of her, pulling from her. She was ready for sex, but needed him to arouse her to a state of receptiveness. And he was the only wizard she needed. No one else made Hermione Granger want to cock her legs but the dour Severus Snape. That was what really affected him, though he pushed the thought down. He didn’t need to think that way, and refused to direct any conscious thought to the truth of this situation. He was too covetous a man, and he didn’t want to claim the witch. He had gone this long without one cluttering up his life. Hermione would probably become absolutely insufferable if they became involved. She was still a little know-it-all. They’d be arguing and debating constantly over everything under the sun. Who wanted that? Not that he minded a little intelligent sparring…but still…no. No.

Severus rolled on top of the witch and began kissing her again, readying her for the main event. He rested his cock against her lower belly and rubbed it back and forth, the witch moaning into his mouth as she felt the length of him moving sensually against her. She pressed up, and the wizard smiled slightly against her lips, then pulled away.

“My cock feels good against you, doesn’t it Hermione?” he asked the witch, whose eyes were closed. She licked her lips, opened her eyes and looked up at him. They were absolutely smoldering…Severus hissed a bit at the desire he saw in their depths. When he looked at other witches in this same position, he could easily see they wanted sex. He could have been any wizard. As long as he had a cock, he was in

But Hermione wanted him and him alone. The way her eyes moved over him showed the wizard that. Severus’ nostrils flared as he fought down an unfamiliar tightness in his chest. This was just sex. Casual sex with a virgin…that was the only difference. The witch was a virgin this time. He told himself just because no other man had fucked Hermione, it didn’t make her any different than any other witch. Hermione was the same. The same. Breasts, ass, thighs and pussy.

“And she wouldn’t let any other wizard do this to her but you,” a little voice in his head said.

“Shut up,” the wizard growled audibly.

Hermione looked a bit perplexed at the wizard’s comment. Severus looked down at her, then ground into her viciously, suddenly angry. The witch melted back into her state of total desire, her lips parting with pleasure and need. She was so hot and soft under him, her small hands running over his body. He groaned as she swept them over his buttocks, pulling him gently, his anger subsiding a bit.

“Kiss me again, Severus,” she whispered up at him.

Severus hesitated. He had kissed her too much already. Kissing took casual sex to another level…made it personal. He fell to her throat instead, the witch groaning sweetly as his mouth connected with her skin and moved over it.

”You feel so good, so good,” she sighed arching beneath him, “but…but…I’m aching inside Severus. I need more of you. Give it to me.”

Severus throbbed noticeably, and Hermione worked her pelvis against him instinctively, trying to rouse him to action.

Severus lifted his head, his dark eyes blazing into hers.

“You want me to fuck you now, witch?” he breathed

“Yessss. I can’t stand the ache inside me,” she whispered, her eyes glistening.

Again, Severus felt a tightness in his chest as the witch shared how she felt, how much she wanted him inside her.

“Then tell me what you want. Say it like I did,” he demanded, increasing his movements and making the poor witch almost whimper with need.

”I want you to fuck me, Severus,” she groaned, “I don’t care how big you are. I am burning up inside…I need to feel you inside me. Please. Gods.”

Severus looked down on the petite witch. She was going to get quite a filling. At least she was hot and begging for it…maybe it wouldn’t hurt her too much since she was so randy. If it did hurt her greatly, there was really nothing for it. He wasn’t going to give her a numbing potion. Severus wanted Hermione to feel all of him, to hear her voice break and see her face contort when he first entered her delicious little body.

“It’s going to hurt, witch,” he said to her, halting his motions.

Hermione’s eyes were almost luminous as she answered him.

“Severus, I hurt already. Every part of my body is aching, burning…the only remedy is you,” she said softly, pulling on him insistently. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

The wizard slipped his hand between her thighs and brought it up, his digits coated with her lubrication.

“Well you are ready,” he breathed down at her, then licked his fingers clean.

“So ready,” she agreed, her voice trembling with need.

Hermione had no cognizance of anything around her save Severus. He was the very center of the universe for the witch, and she was helplessly trapped in his pull. She wanted to collide with him, feel herself merge with the dark wizard. Right now, nothing on earth was as important as becoming one with Severus Snape. Nothing. And she told him so, not realizing it.

The wizard listened to her passionate declaration, his dark eyes somber, desire rushing through him. Nothing more important? Well then, it seemed the time had come.

Severus parted Hermione’s legs wider.

“Bend your knees,” he directed her, deciding to deflower her in the missionary position first. Hermione did so, gasping as he slid down so he could place the swollen head of his cock against her entrance. He pressed against her so she could feel the resistance.

Severus rested on his elbows for a moment, looking at the witch. There wasn’t any fear on her face now, like there was when he warded her in his bedroom. There was only need, a very gentle, yet hunger look on her face. She really was a lovely witch.

“Since you started this night out poking me,” he said to her, “It is only fair I end it by poking you…repeatedly. Now hold me witch.”

Hermione wrapped her arms around the wizard’s neck. Severus locked his eyes to her face as he slipped his hands under her shoulders. He took a deep breath, then yanked her down, driving forward with all his might, feeling her resist then snap, his cock sliding into the tightest, softest, hottest sheathe he ever felt.

“Oh Merlin,” he hissed as Hermione shrieked, clutching him close as she sobbed.

”Just hold me, witch. It’s about to get much better,” he said softly, his voice dripping silk and pleasure as he looked down on the witch.

“Much better.”

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A/N: Ooh la la. So good. Lol. Please review.