A Living Secret ~ COMPLETED

Chapter 35 ~ Initial Engagements

Pulling her head back, Severus tilted Hermione’s face upward so he could study it. The young witch’s skin was flushed with excitement, her eyes half-closed and her mouth slightly open. She was breathing very hard. The Potions Master felt a bit hesitant for a moment, knowing Hermione had never had a cock in her mouth before. The witch seemed to feel his hesitation and opened her eyes fully, looking up at him. She had very pretty eyes now that he looked at them, the pupils dilated with desire. But the way she was bent had to be uncomfortable.

“Get on your knees,” he said to the witch, his voice soft.

He kept a good grip on her hair as Hermione lowered herself to her knees, still looking up at him, feeling the wizard grasping her hair, his dark eyes resting on her face, his mouth grim. There was a bit of doubt there. Hermione could see it clearly because it was something she had never seen in the wizard before. He was always so sure…

Hermione had never given a blow job. This was the first time she had even seen a cock up close. But as she looked up at Severus she knew what she needed to do. Hermione lowered her eyes and leaned forward, kissing the head of the Potions Master’s cock gently, tasting the slightly salty pre-cum dripping from the tip of it. Then the witch looked up at him again…and opened her mouth.

The Potions Master had never seen anything more erotic or compelling in all his life than Hermione on her knees in her school uniform with her mouth open, waiting for him to fill it. His face contorted, then he pulled her forward by the hair, sliding her mouth over the thick head of his cock and held it in her heat…pressing deeper, harder until the witch coughed and gagged, then he withdrew, his cock glistening, Hermione looking up at him with liquid eyes.

Damn, that felt good. Severus bit his lip and shoved his cock into her mouth again, faster this time, pulling her hair forward roughly, pressing against the back of her throat until he felt it tighten around his head just before she gagged again and he withdrew, Hermione’s eyes glistening now.

“Suck me,” he hissed, once again pushing his cock between her lips and groaning as Hermione sucked in, her soft mouth wrapping around his hard flesh, drawing in.

”Yes…yes…you like this, don’t you?” he breathed at the witch.

Her mouth full of hard, hot throbbing wizard…Hermione would have agreed if she could speak.

Severus began to thrust, yanking Hermione’s head back and forth, his cock sliding between her lips as he murmured such things as, “take it…swallow me…suck me…worship my cock, witch,” the very words he had read in her journal, the words she fantasized he’d say.

He was following her script and Hermione felt heat spread from her apex and cover her body slowly as she blew the wizard, Severus controlling the depth, angle and speed of his strokes, gagging the witch from time to time, but not enough to make her vomit. He began to squelch in her mouth, seeming to grow larger and harder as he took his pleasure of her roughly, tears streaming down Hermione’s face. Suddenly, Severus stiffened and pulled out, panting.

“That’s enough,” he said hoarsely, releasing her hair, “Stand up.”

Hermione did so, her chin glistening with saliva.

“Wipe your mouth,” Severus said, watching as she drew the sleeve of her robe across her chin.

Hermione stood there looking at him as he drew up his boxers, but left his robes open. The wizard’s erection was still full blown and he looked a bit comical with the huge bulge sticking out from between his robes. But Hermione knew there was nothing funny about that cock. She unconsciously licked her lips, the flavor of him still in her mouth.

In the Potions Master’s case, he had found the encounter quite arousing and had never enjoyed receiving oral sex so much. True, he had women who were more practiced and experienced service him, but what he had done with Hermione brought the ordinary blowjob to another level. Firstly, he didn’t have to wear a condom with her because of her sexual history. He was the first and only man to be intimate with the witch and was able to feel every delicious thrust into her hot, wet mouth skin on skin. Secondly, he had never spoken to a witch the way he did to Hermione during the act, and he liked it. It made him feel more of a participant than a recipient, more dominant and in control of the situation. Severus’ usual approach was simply to let a woman work on him until he came, due to the fact he was so big and received complaints if he were too rough.

Hermione had no complaints. She accepted everything he did and by the look in her eyes…she found it just as arousing as he had. The wizard was quite appreciative. Hermione had given him something quite special. Still, he wasn’t about to let her know that. His dark eyes drifted over the witch, his face unreadable as he considered what to do to her next.

Hm. She had serviced him. Tit for tat seemed the proper route. For the first time in a long time the Professor found himself with a woman he had no reservations about.

”I noticed most of your fantasies about me occurred in my Potions classroom,” the wizard purred at Hermione.

“Yes,” the witch replied in a soft voice, her eyes fairly glowing. Gods, she wanted out of these clothes.

“This way,” the Potions Master ordered, walking around the student desk and to his desk, Hermione following.

The wizard suddenly picked Hermione up easily and sat her on the end of his desk. He reached under her robes and ran a hand up her leg, smoothing his palm over her calf and under her thigh, staring at her as she sighed at his touch. She fell back on her elbows as the wizard then flipped up her robes, revealing both her bare legs. She wore short white socks and black patent leather shoes, neatly laced. Her skirt underneath was short, pleated and scarlet and white, rather than the gold of Gryffindor. There were no standard undergarments to the uniforms, which were basically plain black work robes and small tie in house colors so a student’s house could easily be identified at a glance. But Hermione always wore a plaid skirt and white blouse under her robes because it seemed “proper.”

Hermione’s skirt fell mid-thigh and Severus slowly folded it back, revealing simple white cotton knickers. The crotch was damp and Severus could smell the witch, his nostrils flaring as he looked down at the slim strip of fabric that covered the prize.

“Reach down and pull the crotch of your knickers aside,” Severus said, “Show me your pussy. Now.”

He watched as Hermione’s small fingers slid between her thighs and slipped them under the fabric, pulling it aside so Severus could see her small, tight glistening lips, the tip of her swollen clit peeking through them, engorged with blood. He parted her labia, the pretty, moist, pink flesh flecked with white creamy lubrication. Hermione withdrew her hand, her eyes hot as she watched him study her core.

“Lovely,” the wizard breathed,keeping her parted with one hand and slipping the forefinger of the other hand into the slit that was her entrance.

Hermione squealed, fell back to the desk and bucked her hips as she felt him thrust his finger inside her. Severus watched her face contort with pleasure. Gods, the little witch was wanton.

“Only one finger, Hermione?” he breathed, “No, that’s hardly enough.”

He slipped his middle finger in…then his ring finger, fucking the witch with his digits, his black eyes hot as she rolled her pelvis. He started fucking her harder, his fingers coated with her juices. He mashed Hermione’s clit with his thumb, the witch letting out a shriek and straining against him, babbling incoherently. Damn.

“Unbutton your robes!” the wizard demanded as he plunged his fingers in and out of Hermione, “Open them, you randy little tart!”

Hermione could barely register what he said, much less do what he asked, she was so lost to the feeling of his fingers penetrating her over and over. Severus pinched her clit and she pushed up with her arms, sitting up and gasping as he continued finger fucking her with one hand while he began unbuttoning her robes with the other.

”You think you’re brilliant? You can’t even do two things at once,” the wizard hissed as he undid her robes, revealing her white blouse.

Hermione’s head dropped forward, the witch crying out as he rammed his fingers into her faster, his entire hand wet with her increasing flow. The entire room smelled of pussy and the wizard breathed it in, salivating a bit as he worked at her blouse. Severus pulled it open, revealing her bra now, which he pulled up without ceremony and grasped one full breast hard, squeezing it roughly, Hermione letting out a howl as she came, coming over the wizard’s hand. Severus pushed her down and knelt, plunging his face between her clutching thighs, licking and sucking at her opening, drinking down her flow hungrily while lashing her mercilessly with his tongue. Hermione alternately tried to push his head away and pull it into her as she keened. Gods it was too much feeling…too much sensation.

“Oh my gods, stop! Severus…stop!” she cried out, Severus wrapping his arms around her thighs and yanking her partially off the desk as he continued lapping at her sweetness.

Hermione thought she was going to absolutely die as the wizard’s mouth moved over her most sensitive flesh. Finally, her cries became whimpers as the Potions Master continued his ministrations, not pulling away from her until he could no longer taste her release. His nose, mouth and chin glistening, the wizard slowly rose, looking down on the witch. That had been a feast. He licked his lips as Hermione writhed slightly, her breasts jiggling from side to side.

”Already you’re begging, Hermione? I haven’t begun to have my fill of you,” the wizard said, both hands going to her breasts and massaging them roughly, catching the hardened peaks between his fingers and squeezing them.

Hermione groaned, her eyes feral as she looked up at him. Suddenly Severus grasped her throat with one hand, squeezing it slightly. He had read about her desire to be choked by him in her journal. Hermione’s eyes went glassy and she rolled her head as she felt those long, strong fingers threaten to cut off her air supply.

“Taste yourself,” the wizard hissed, leaning over the witch and plunging his tongue into her mouth, swirling it about as he kissed her, still clutching her throat and squeezing her breast roughly. Hermione’s nose and mouth were filled with the scent and taste of her own emissions. She had a musky flavor. Severus pulled away from her mouth, his pale face an inch from hers.

”Does it taste good, witch?” he asked her, squeezing her neck a little.

Hell, pussy-flavored or not, he tasted good. So fucking good.

“Yes,” Hermione gasped up at him

Severus gave her a small smirk. Hermione Granger wasn’t a prude, that was for certain. He released her throat and straightened, backing away a bit.

”I heartily agree. Now stand up and undress,” he said, shrugging off his robes and letting them fall to the floor.

Hermione stood up on shaky legs and pulled off her robes, then her blouse. She then pulled her bra over her head and bent, lowering her skirt and knickers together. She stepped out of them and began untying her shoes.

Severus was already naked, but kept on his socks. The floor was a bit cold. He looked at Hermione’s bent body, her ass turned toward the desk. He hadn’t got a good look at it yet. Hermione removed her shoes and socks, then watched as Severus bundled all her clothing into a ball and flung it across the room.

“Turn around,” he growled, his cock dripping liberally as he looked on the naked witch.

Obediently, Hermione turned, then gasped as she was roughly pushed into the desk and bent over it.

”Stay there,” Severus hissed, walking away.

She heard him walk back, then jumped as something small and hard was pressed first to her lower back.

Severus said a contraceptive spell and watched as the red globe descended through Hermione’s back. Then he parted her cheeks and pressed the tip of the wand against her rectum, murmuring another spell that made the witch straighten and squeal as a foaming sensation moved through her bowels. Severus pushed her back down over the desk roughly.

“Stay there!” he hissed, sticking his forefinger into his mouth and wetting it.

Then he placed the tip against her rectum, pulling her head back by the hair and leaning over her so his lips were against her ear.

“Bottoms up, witch,” he breathed, pushing his finger into her ass as Hermione squealed at his penetration.

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Harry walked to his bedroom, looking down the hall at Hermione’s closed door, a worried look on his face. He had an idea what they were doing in there, but still wondered exactly what the Professor was doing to his friend.

Of course he was going to fuck her…but Snape wasn’t a young wizard. All young wizards wanted to do was shag. Harry thought Snape was probably rather perverted in his tastes and would probably force Hermione to do all kinds of things to him, and let him do all kinds of things to her.

He still didn’t understand why Hermione was attracted to the dark wizard, but it was her right to be with whoever she wanted to be with. But still...Snape?

Ron would have been a much safer choice.

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A/N: More to come. Thanks for reading. ***