Love Bites (REPOST)

Chapter 33 ~ The Approach

Severus straddled Hermione again, this time his hands on either side of her and his knees between her spread legs so he was positioned above her on all fours.

"What are you doing, Severus?" Hermione asked him, somewhat subdued by the fact she was about to undergo another deflowering by the wizard.

She never dreamed the Restoration Elixir would restore her so completely. She was nervous, though she tried to tell herself she shouldn't be. Physically she was a virgin, but sexually she wasn't. Severus had very thoroughly introduced her to the pleasures of sex, and he wasn't a gentle wizard, though a very passionate one. She looked up at him, but he was looking down at her body, a gleam in his dark eyes. He hadn't answered her question.

Suddenly, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead, then her eyelids, then her cheeks and nose, finally arriving at her mouth and kissing her deeply. No other part of his body touched her but his mouth. He slid from her mouth to her ear.

"First I'm going to taste your body," he whispered, "then I'm going to pop your cherry, and finally I'm going to fuck you so hard and so long witch, you're going to have an out-of-body experience."

Hermione swallowed reflexively, then moaned as Severus swirled his long tongue behind her ear, then slowly down her throat, and over her shoulder, working his way down her arm, actually tasting her skin, his pale body moving over her, his cock trailing across her belly as he changed position to suck her fingers and nibble around the ropes on her wrist, before working his way back up to her throat again, applying the same attention to the other side, his warm mouth, lips and tongue bathing her. She got a good look at his lean, muscular build, as he moved slowly over her, heading back up to press his lips in the hollow of her throat, then moving downward, his hair dragging across her skin lightly, tickling and thrilling her with its light, silken touch.

The wizard had never done this before, kissed her body all over. It was like a slow torture as he moved to her breasts, taking his time, tracing each with his tongue and lips, tapping her nipples with that hot supple muscle, but not drawing her into his mouth. Instead, he turned slightly and ran his mouth up and down her sides, licking and kissing her body as if it were the world's largest lollipop, changing sides and making sure to cover every inch of available skin.

Hermione was moaning and hissing, her core unbelievably hot and wet, her entire body begging for more contact as Severus teasingly moved over her, his mouth, tongue and lips the only hot, soft point of contact. The witch strained against the ropes as the wizard kissed and licked his way over her hips and thighs, licking the lubrication off her inner thighs, but not indulging himself with her sweet, succulent inner flesh. Hermione bucked up in frustration, her pelvis hitting his face, but the wizard simply slid down, concentrating on her legs, moving over her bound ankles and sucking each and every toe, the witch squealing and gushing from the sensation of his mouth moving over the balls of her feet.

Her nipples were so hard they hurt and she told him so as he rose and climbed back up her body, still on all fours.

"Severus, my breasts…my nipples, gods they ache," she said, writhing in the ropes, her amber eyes hotter than the wizard could ever remember. He looked at her breasts. Her brownish nipples and areoles were drawn into two small, tight peaks. They actually looked as if they ached. He lowered his mouth to one breast and suckled her nipple at first, then widened his mouth, drawing in the surrounding flesh as well, working his tongue over her peak until the witch sighed with relief.

"The other one," she groaned, "Suck the other one, Severus. Please."

Severus moved to her other breast, elated that the witch was telling him what she wanted. Normally she merely let him do as he pleased, and what he did pleased her…but this was the first time she had ever told him what felt good to her. He'd like her to do more of that. After listening to her sighs and moans of pleasure for several minutes, the wizard left her breast and kissed her lips, pulling at them and dipping his tongue into her mouth lightly, withdrawing it swiftly, making her reach for him hungrily, before teasing her a bit more. Her mouth was so hot, so warm and wet…

He couldn't help himself as he shifted forward, spreading his legs on either side of her body and positioning his cock over her mouth, holding himself up on his hands as if doing a wide-legged push-up. Hermione went cross-eyed as she looked at his huge cock hanging over her. Looking down at the helpless witch, Severus lowered his hips, pressing the head of his organ against her soft lips, seeking entrance. She submitted, opening her mouth wide and letting him slide in.

"Merlin," he breathed, beginning to thrust gently into her heat. Hermione was so turned on. She sucked him hard, running her tongue over and under his flange and thrusting it into the tip, tasting his leakage.

Hermione's mouth and tongue felt so good, Severus hissed and reflexively gagged her, his huge head dipping into her throat for a second. He pulled out, his glistening cock poised over her. Hermione's eyes watered. Damn, he was so big. The Potions Master waited for her to recover, then once again shoved his organ into her mouth, groaning as she resumed sucking him hungrily. He pulled out again and lowered his balls to her mouth, and Hermione sucked those in too, rolling them around in her mouth with her tongue, suckling, licking and teasing them with her teeth until the wizard thought he'd go mad with pleasure. She was going to make him come if she kept this up. His face contorting, he pulled away from her with an effort, dipping his cock back into her mouth for a quick parting thrust or two, then sliding back down her body and taking the position on all fours again. He looked down at Hermione. Her lips were glistening and seemed slightly swollen. Such a pretty mouth.

"You are marvelous," he breathed down at her.

"Fuck me," she breathed up at him arching her body and pulling at her restraints, her breasts jiggling lusciously. Severus drew in a breath. She had never asked him to fuck her in all the weeks they'd been together. He just did.

The wizard bit his lip and looked at her bouncing, juicy boobs.

Severus straddled her waist and once again rested his organ between her large breasts, this time pushing them around it, and thrusting, fucking them, his black eyes locked to the witch's face, his mouth twisted at the sensation of her breasts caressing his shaft. He was leaking profusely, and the clear pre-cum was spread between her breasts by his motions, making them slick and adding lubrication so he glided through easily.

"Mmmmm. Yes. Gods," he groaned down at her, his eyes going half-lidded as he slid between her hot, sticky flesh.

"Fuck me, Severus," the witch whispered, feeling as if she would boil over if she didn't feel him inside her soon. "I want you. I want your cock." Her hands twisted in the ropes, opening and closing fitfully.

Severus shuddered violently and stopped moving, his chest heaving as he gripped the head of his cock and squeezed it as hard as he could. Hermione had never said the word "cock" before, and hearing it made his balls begin to tighten up. He didn't want to come yet…but damn. He wanted to hear her say it again.

"You want my what, Hermione?" he asked her, his nostrils flared.

"Your cock," the witch sighed. "Your big, hard cock inside me. Fucking me."

"Dear gods, woman…you are trying to make me finish this before I start," he groaned down at her. "Such language from such a sweet, innocent mouth."

Hermione licked her lips sexily, running the tip of her pink tongue around them as she looked up at Severus, her eyes seeming to blaze just as much as when she was a Queen.

"I'm no longer innocent, Severus. You took care of that. Now take care of me," she replied huskily, arching up again, a hungry, lustful look on her face.

She wanted it all right. Severus couldn't remember her ever looking so aggressively wanton. Maybe he should have tied her up sooner.

The urge to ejaculate died away, and Severus released his cock. He had held it so tightly, depressions from his fingers encircled the huge shaft pinkly for a moment, before they filled in from the underlying flow of blood.

"Take care of you, my little punctured virgin?" he said, his eyes narrowed. He reached for his wand on the nightstand and half turned, releasing both of her legs, the ropes untying themselves and disappearing back into the wand tip. He put the wand back on the nightstand.

"What about my hands?" Hermione asked him.

"What about them?" Severus replied, lowering his body down the bed, lifting her legs and diving into her core with such ferocity Hermione shrieked as he drank in her juices and lashed her clit unmercifully with his tongue, capturing it between his lips, tugging on it then sucking it.

Hermione writhed and buckled, crying out for him to stop, which only served to make the wizard even more ardent, nibbling at her with his teeth and bathing her pussy lavishly until the witch was covered in sweat, screaming, arching and begging as he used his large nose on her, twisting his head back and forth until she came with a shriek, her body quaking as she released. Severus watched her come slowly leak out from around her hymen and took his time licking it up, the witch still shuddering and squealing as he swallowed her musky juices down, her thighs quaking beneath his hands. Finished, he pulled himself up her body and allowed her to feel the welcome weight of him.

"So tell me, Hermione, was that a big one, or a little one?" he asked her, his black eyes locked to the flushed witch's face.

"A big one. A very big one," she gasped, even her voice quaking.

"Bigger than the one you had with the vampire?" he asked her.

"Oh gods yes," she hissed, her amber eyes opening and looking up at him, soft and hungry.

Severus felt some of the tension he was feeling leave his body. But he still wasn't near finished with her. The fact that the vampire had elicited a response from the witch didn't set well with him at all. He didn't want her thinking about him in the slightest.

Not that Hermione would. Her orgasm with the creature meant nothing to her. She didn't even find it sexual. It was only part of the process of a vampire feeding, more like a spider numbing its victim before consuming it, rather than an actual act of passion. But Severus didn't know that.

He only knew that the body that brought him so much pleasure had traitorously responded to another, and he wanted it cleansed. By him. And the only way he saw to do it was to provide Hermione with an earth-shaking sexual experience that would make her orgasm with the vampire pale in comparison. Actually, the climax the witch just reached had been much more intense and satisfying than what happened with Victor. But Severus didn't believe there could be such a thing as overkill in this matter. Hermione had to go higher. It was his job to make sure the witch did.

Severus felt he needed to reclaim Hermione and to make her admit that she belonged to him, and him alone. Because as far as he was concerned she did. The Potions Master had never felt so possessive of a witch before. But it was understandable. He deflowered her, under the curse of Vashti and awoke her repressed sexual nature. Him. And he felt no one else should benefit from her awakening but him.

Now the wizard was about to deflower her again…but this time his desire was totally his own. Severus wanted to make sure her second deflowerment would be something she wouldn't ever forget as long as she lived.

He looked down at her.

"Time to pop that cherry, witch," he said, kissing her brutally, then lifting up on his hands, reaching down and first trapping one leg then the other under his arms, spreading her wide beneath him. He looked down at the witch, her body covered with a slight sheen of perspiration, hair wild about her head, amber eyes hot, legs cocked, arms stretched out and tied to the bedposts. Then his cock, huge, swollen, the veins encircling it pulsing with readiness, the shaft resting against her soft buttocks.

Severus groaned as his eyes raked over her.

This was like one fantastic wet dream.

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A/N: Yummy, yummy, yummy foreplay. Ooh Hermione…you lucky girl you, Severus kissing you all the way down to the balls of your feet. And utilizing other parts of your body for his own lusty pleasure. Sigh. We all need a Severus…I'm telling you. Well, I'm off to bed now…am exhausted. Will get up early tomorrow morning and bring it for ya'll. Promise. Night-night. Please review.