A Living Secret ~ COMPLETED

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Chapter 36 ~ Continuing the Journey

Hermione squealed as she felt Severus’ finger penetrate her ass and gently press deeper. It was a strange feeling, so intimate…so dirty, the wizard’s breath hot on her ear.

“I didn’t read this in your journal,” Severus breathed as he felt her muscles tighten around the length of his digit, “something you…overlooked. Luckily, I didn’t overlook this potential source of pleasure, witch. Unfortunately, you require preparation for this particular act and I don’t have the time to break you in tonight. As much as you seem to want pain, I will spare you this…for now.”

Severus pulled his finger out of Hermione ass, the witch groaning a bit. It was starting to feel very good. She shuddered.

“Oh…I withdrew too soon?” Severus asked her with a slight chuckle, straightening and parting her cheeks again, looking at the little puckered rose of her ass and biting his lip, “Don’t worry…I plan to plug this little tight ass in the future, witch…if I have a future.”

Hermione’s entire body went stiff at this comment.

“You have to have one, Severus,” she said softly, “I don’t want you to die.”

Severus looked down at the bent witch, one pale hand resting on her buttock. He slowly smoothed his palm up her back and over her shoulder, then grasped it, pulling her up and turning her around, his black eyes meeting hers. Her face was still flushed, but her amber eyes were glistening from more than desire. His erect cock poked her in the belly slightly as they stood facing each other.

”Despite my decidedly suicidal quest to rid the world of Voldemort, I do not wish to die either, Hermione,” he said to her, “but it is very much a possibility I will, particularly if I have to aid Mr. Potter in his final confrontation against the Dark Lord.”

Hermione looked incredibly sad at this statement. Severus had never had anyone openly mourn the idea of his passing. He felt a little twinge of something…something that made him want to offer some small comfort to the witch. Why, he didn’t know. He began to caress her breasts, the witch sighing as he spoke to her silkily.

”But I must say, you are a balm, Hermione, in more than one way. Because of your discovery of my being Albus’ Horcrux, I do have some hope that I may return to public life if we are successful. I didn’t have hope before and believed even if Voldemort should die, I would be hunted all my days. So you brought me some peace of mind witch.”

Hermione was writhing under his touch now, and the wizard grasped one of her breasts roughly and slid his other hand down her belly, his long fingers finding her core and Hermione buckling as he twiddled his fingers in her heat.

“And this…this is more than a balm. You are my escape from this madness, my place to run. If I still were at Hogwarts, Hermione and discovered those journals…I would not have touched you,” he hissed, sliding a finger inside the witch, who let out a shuddering curse and ground down on his hand, “But my situation is such that I need this diversion, to be wanted for more than the death of a great wizard. So I willingly take what you offer me, your soft, wet pussy and beautiful young body. You see…I need…beauty.”

The wizard’s voice fell to a whisper.

”And I will give you what you want in exchange for it,” he said, removing his finger and sucking it clean. Hermione watched as a look of pleasure flit across his face before his eyes went hard again, resting on her. Suddenly, he grasped the witch’s waist and lifted her back to the desk, pulling her forward slightly and pushing her thighs apart. Her scent wafted up to him and he looked at her, an expression of pure lust on the wizard’s face. He grasped his organ at the base and lifted it, moving closer between Hermione’s thighs.

“Put your arms around my neck and look into the face of your fantasy,” Severus said to her in a low voice as he pressed the thick head of his cock against her opening. The witch obeyed, her arms wrapping around him as she hissed at the pressure at her apex.

”Oh gods,” Hermione groaned looking down at the thick shaft positioned between her legs before looking up at Severus’ pale face. The wizard was expressionless. He stood there a moment, just gazing at her before she felt him tense, his hands grasping her buttocks.

“Receive me!” he snarled, yanking Hermione forward and ramming his cock into her softness with a growl as deep as he could go.

Hermione let out a shriek as the Potions Master plowed into her, slamming against her cervix powerfully. Gods, he was so strong, her eyes filled with tears as his ache hit her, reverberating through her body…seeming to shatter her very soul.

Severus held himself deep, straining into the shuddering witch and pulling her into him, her soft snugness pulsing around him. The wizard looked into her wet eyes

”Mmmm,” he growled, “Is that how you want your Hero, Hermione? Hard and deep?”

”Yesssss,” she breathed, blinking at him, her arms tightening.

“You’re a lusty little witch,” he breathed, pulling back, feeling the suction of her pussy sliding over him deliciously, “Very well, that is how you shall have me.”

And Severus released himself, all hesitation, reservations and doubts. He began to fuck Hermione, hard, holding his body steady, letting his hips do the work driving between Hermione’s legs with a vengeance as the witch shrieked, her nails digging into his shoulder blades as he slammed into her over and over, pushing her head back from his shoulder so he could watch her face as she screamed under his stroke.

It seemed wrong what he was doing to the young witch, but gods it was so right, so freeing to let himself go and pound into her body like an animal. She wanted this and he needed this. The wizard hadn’t known until this point how much he needed this. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room as Severus drove into Hermione like a madman, the raking of her nails on his skin driving him to a greater frenzy. The pain was sweet and reciprocal, the witch’s red streaks of passion adding her mark to those of his Dark Master.

If only those stripes had been as welcome.

“Give it to me,” he gasped at Hermione,” give me all of you, your voice…your body...”

The wizard slipped his hands under Hermione’s ass and lifted her off the desk, stepping away from it as her legs automatically wrapped around his waist. Grunting, he lifted and dropped Hermione on his cock repeatedly, thrusting up, doing his best to try and drill a new hole in the witch.

Hermione was lost to Severus’ strength and ache as his huge cock pierced her over and over, driving into the very heart of her need. All she knew was the wizard and his lust for her. Severus Snape, the coldest man she ever knew was giving her his heat with a vengeance, his body become slick with sweat as he possessed her. He had never known a witch to give herself to him with such abandon…such need. Hermione didn’t beg him to stop…she felt as if she wanted to die in his arms.

Severus locked his mouth to hers, wrapping his tongue around her lashing muscle and devouring it in a deep double kiss as she cried out into his mouth, the scent, taste, feel and sound of her taking him even higher, further away, replacing the madness of his situation with a new madness. This was insanity, and he let his mind go as he tore into the witch. Suddenly, Hermione stiffened, still jerking against his body as Severus drove through her orgasm, groaning as he felt the sleeve of her body clutch and suck at his cock, her hot juices boiling over him, wetting his pelvis and his balls, the witch trembling as if she were about to fall apart.

“Yes….yes,” he gasped into her mouth before walking back to the desk and laying her on her back, pulling her arms from around his neck and stretching them above her head, holding her down as he continued plunging into her body, hunching and grunting, his face a snarl of lust as he looked down on her bouncing breasts and gleaming skin. Hermione was covered in a sheen of perspiration, her skin glowing, her hair dark with moisture and forming ringlets around her face.

“Yes…you little succubus…let me fuck you into conniptions…innocent…you were never innocent Hermione Granger…” he hissed, stroking her, “offering yourself to me…for this…for this…take it. All of it. All of me.”

Severus licked the sweat off her temple, the flavor salty-sweet on his tongue before he possessed her mouth again, wanting to immerse himself fully in her body. Her voice was becoming hoarse now, and still she hadn’t protested.

Suddenly the wizard released one of her arms and picked up his wand from its precarious resting place on the desk…not stopping his assault on her body as he gasped an invocation. Suddenly, Hermione felt herself being driven into the mattress and bounced back into his stroke. The wizard had turned the desk back into a bed and was now on top of her, raised up on his hands, hitting her so hard she began sliding upward, Severus hitching his body forward to keep up with her.

The wizard stopped moving, shuddered, then withdrew from Hermione, who arched upward trying to keep contact as she felt his thickness and length pull away then out of her. She felt so alone. She wanted him back with her.

“No,” she rasped, reaching for the wizard, who was on his knees looking down at her, his hair stuck to his scalp and rivulets of sweat running down his torso into the snarl of black hair around his engorged cock. He was soaked.

“Turn over and get on your knees,” he demanded.

Still feeling his ache, Hermione slowly turned over, only to feel her hair grasped tightly and yanked back, forcing her to her knees.

Severus grasped his cock and ran the head down the crack of her ass, pausing to thrust at her rectum, making the witch cry out at the pressure. He didn’t enter her however…she wasn’t anywhere near ready for such an intrusion and the wizard moved lower, shoving his cock into her pussy to the hilt with a growl as he yanked her head back, Hermione letting out a choked, rasping howl as he filled her.

“Sing witch!” he hissed, ramming his cock into her rapid-fire, his loins stinging her buttocks as they slapped against her jiggling flesh.

Hermione obliged him hoarsely. She could do nothing else with that monster of a cock trying to bust a new hole in her.

With his free hand Severus reached under her and fondled her breasts roughly as he fucked her, sweat flying from her body with every stroke. Suddenly the wizard stopped for a moment, rising to his feet, then crouching behind her on his heels, leaning over her, his chest against her back, using one hand on the mattress to balance himself because he didn’t trust Hermione to hold his weight.

“Oh my gods!” Hermione cried out as Severus wrapped one arm around her throat in a chokehold, locking the witch to him as he entered her again, this time with so much power Hermione let out a scream that truly, truly was full of pain.

Severus stopped, realizing that he was about to take the witch to a place she wasn’t prepared to go. Hermione was lucky he was able to do this. She had created quite a monster out of her fantasies. The Potions Master pulled back a bit, breathing heavily as he forced his lustful body under control. With his arm still wrapped around her neck, he spoke to her softly.

“I believe you’ve reached your threshold, witch. You can take a pounding…I’ll give you that,” he breathed before falling to the side and taking Hermione with him, “I’m not finished with you, but the fantasy man is retired…for now.”

Severus wrapped his arms around Hermione and began to take her slow and easy, focusing on how wonderful she felt wrapped around him, how soft and wet the caress of her inner flesh was over his hot, stiff member. Oh, she was exquisite. Twisted and exquisite. He rested his chin on the top of her head and took his pleasure of the witch leisurely.

”It’s good this way too, isn’t it, Hermione?” he asked her, his eyes half closed with bliss as he buried himself in her over and over. He had never had an encounter like this in his life. To think Hermione Granger was the source of such release and pleasure.

Hermione simply moaned, exhausted yet still exhilarated as Severus moved inside her, deep and gentle, his chest against her back, those strong arms wrapped around her body.

”I’ll take that as a yes,” the wizard purred, slowly moving toward climax, feeling the inevitable tightening in his balls and already feeling a small sense of despair it would be over. But nature wouldn’t be thwarted and he moved faster, dipping his cock into the witch a bit deeper and harder, grunting as the pressure built.

Suddenly, Severus exploded, slamming into Hermione as deep as he could and firing his hot seed into her body, his mouth going slack as the room whirled about him. Damn, that was good. Spent, the wizard sighed and lay embedded and deflating inside the witch, who fell silent. He could still feel her heart pounding however and tightened his embrace for a moment.

Hermione’s breathing fell into a soft, regular rhythm. Severus realized the witch had fallen asleep. He felt lethargic too and would have dozed with her if not for the fact that he had to return to the stronghold tonight. Slowly, he withdrew from her warmth, his cock coated with a mixture of their fluids. He shivered as the air hit his deflated tool, slid his arms from around the witch and slowly rolled out of the bed. He stood up and winced a little as his lower back muscles started to protest all the unaccustomed activity.

His wand had rolled under Hermione a bit and he had to push her to retrieve it. The witch sighed and rolled on her back, still asleep, beautiful and naked, her lips pursed and her thighs glistening. Severus looked down on Hermione wistfully for a moment. She had been delightful and if he had his way, he would have stayed for another go at her. But he had to get back.

Severus scourgified himself, dressed and removed the rest of the illusion from the room. He then reached into his robes pocket and withdrew a vial of powerful pain potion and left it on Hermione’s nightstand. She would need it in the morning after the adrenaline faded. He imagined the reality after the fantasy was going to be quite rough on the witch. He idly wondered if this night would have the effect of getting him out of her system.

As he looked at Hermione, Severus hoped not.

She was just starting to work her way into his.

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A/N: Finally, another chapter. Thanks for reading all.