Five Steps To Mastering The Senses
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
9,181
Reviews:
28
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Currently Reading:
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Smell and Hear
Smell and Hear
Hermione could not stay away. Each lesson was drawing her back like a moth to a flame. She stood in the hall outside of Professor Snape’s office, hesitating.
‘Hesitating for what?’ she asked herself. The door opened on its own for the second time this week and she walked in.
Instantly, the blindfold was back in place, and his voice came from behind her, deep and silky in its resonance. She bit her bottom lip, trying to hide her excitement.
“Smell,” he spoke. The vibration of his voice on her ears sent chills down her spine. Obediently, she inhaled deep. A combined scent of herbs, her perfume and his spicy male odor assaulted her.
‘Yes,’ Severus thought, ‘she is still trusting of me, even after last evening.’ But did he trust himself?
He watched her inhale again. She tilted her chin upward, expanding her lungs and breathing from her diaphragm. Her breast pushed outward just a bit, but enough for him to shake his head. He needed to focus on the lesson.
“Hear,” he spoke again. This time it was him who was listening. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on her breathing. It was so steady and calm. She displayed her trust in him and this was her mistake. Severus’ heart rate increased forcing himself to remain in control, but as he inhaled with her, her scent consumed him.
His eyes opened. With his pupils dilated, his control was gone.
Hermione tilted her head to the side, waiting patiently for sound. There it was, her skirt being unzipped. She could feel the heat of his body, the sound of his breathing and the feel of his fingers as they barely brushed her flesh. Her skirt fell to the floor, covering her feet.
She swallowed hard as she felt his fingers touching her skin just above her knickers. Starting at her lower back he lazily moved his fingers to her sides and around to her stomach. Slowly circles were drawn on her stomach, right below her navel. Closing her eyes under the blindfold, her mind begged him for more.
She heard his breathing become less steady as his fingers moved lower toward her crotch. She inhaled again, smelling only him but she noted an additional scent.
With every breath Severus could smell her arousal. He had smelled it when she walked in and he smelled it now. His fingers moved to the crotch of her knickers, where he pushed aside the elastic, revealing her hairs that were coated with wetness. He ran his finger along her slit, teasing her.
She held her breath, trying to keep her emotions in check. He brushed against her clitoris, then entered her with two fingers, which he just as quickly withdrew. A squeak of disappointment came from her.
“Smell,” he hissed, placing his wet fingers under her nose. She inhaled. It was her scent, a scent that she was all too familiar with. But it was not the scent she smelled earlier. She leaned forward a bit while opening her mouth. Placing her lips around his fingers she slowly sucked and licked them clean.
Severus’ eyes narrowed to slits. Any thought of preventing himself from corrupting her was gone. He stepped away, and she remained silent, highly aroused but aware of the rustling of his clothing as he deliberately disrobed without using magic.
He left only his boxer shorts on before coming up to her. A wave of his hand and the remainder of her clothing melted away.
The hair on his chest brushed against her sensitized, dark nipples. A groan came from her.
“Drink.” He held another vial to her lips, and like last evening, she didn’t hesitate to drink the contents, which tasted a little like grape juice.
It took only seconds for the potion to take effect. Both smell and hearing were magnified. She could smell his mutual arousal, the same scent she could not identify earlier. Her hands slid down his chest as she sank to her knees in front of him. She played with the waistband of his boxers, sliding her fingers underneath. The mound of pubic hair she found was silky as the hair on his head. She combed through it, pushing the shorts down, and his eager erection sprang forth.
The blindfold dropped to the floor and she was faced with the deepening red head, glistening with drops of pre-cum. The male smell of him was intoxicating as she breathed in its essence. He moaned as she took it in her hand, pumping the shaft. Her other hand cupped his balls and lightly squeezed. She leaned forward and placed a warm kiss on his groin, above the thick growth of hair. It amazed her to feel him quiver slightly.
The smell of arousal was growing, his and hers mingled together. She was stroking his cock, watching with fascination as it grew harder.
Taste. She remembered taste, and she wanted to taste him. Her mouth opened, intent on licking the rosy head, but he chose that moment to jerk away, pulling her to her feet.
He captured her mouth, kissing her, laving at her lips, gently biting her lower one and running his tongue over the inside. She clung to him, his cock jutting into her stomach, and she rubbed against him. He groaned against her mouth.
He lowered her to the pile of his clothing that lay on the floor, kissing his way down her neck to her breasts. Her nipples stood up proudly, hard and throbbing, as he tasted each one. She gasped as he bit down on one and pinched the other between his fingers. His kisses traveled lower.
His fingers tangled in her wet curls, seeking her swollen clit and stroking. She cried out, unable to keep quiet any longer. He parted the puffy lips and lowered his head, covering her with his mouth. He was as affected by her smell as she was by his. He plunged his tongue deep inside her, withdrawing the bountiful wetness. He relished her taste as he lapped at her, holding her open and sucking on her clit.
Small cries of pleasure were coming from her, and her hips were bucking underneath his hands. He forced her to remain still as he sucked harder and inserted one finger.
Her muscles were clamping down on his finger, and he knew she was close, but not close enough. He wanted her to cum for him. He thrust harder, and his tongue flicked across her clit repeatedly.
She screamed his name as she climaxed, flooding his finger with her juices. He was unrelenting in his licks until the aftershocks died away. She lay limply on his clothes, and he held his finger up.
“Smell,” he said, inserting it in his mouth and licking it clean. He rose to his feet and walked out of the office, a hidden door closing behind him with a click.
She lay on his pile of clothing, telling herself that no matter what, she would not return to him again.
~TBC
Hermione could not stay away. Each lesson was drawing her back like a moth to a flame. She stood in the hall outside of Professor Snape’s office, hesitating.
‘Hesitating for what?’ she asked herself. The door opened on its own for the second time this week and she walked in.
Instantly, the blindfold was back in place, and his voice came from behind her, deep and silky in its resonance. She bit her bottom lip, trying to hide her excitement.
“Smell,” he spoke. The vibration of his voice on her ears sent chills down her spine. Obediently, she inhaled deep. A combined scent of herbs, her perfume and his spicy male odor assaulted her.
‘Yes,’ Severus thought, ‘she is still trusting of me, even after last evening.’ But did he trust himself?
He watched her inhale again. She tilted her chin upward, expanding her lungs and breathing from her diaphragm. Her breast pushed outward just a bit, but enough for him to shake his head. He needed to focus on the lesson.
“Hear,” he spoke again. This time it was him who was listening. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on her breathing. It was so steady and calm. She displayed her trust in him and this was her mistake. Severus’ heart rate increased forcing himself to remain in control, but as he inhaled with her, her scent consumed him.
His eyes opened. With his pupils dilated, his control was gone.
Hermione tilted her head to the side, waiting patiently for sound. There it was, her skirt being unzipped. She could feel the heat of his body, the sound of his breathing and the feel of his fingers as they barely brushed her flesh. Her skirt fell to the floor, covering her feet.
She swallowed hard as she felt his fingers touching her skin just above her knickers. Starting at her lower back he lazily moved his fingers to her sides and around to her stomach. Slowly circles were drawn on her stomach, right below her navel. Closing her eyes under the blindfold, her mind begged him for more.
She heard his breathing become less steady as his fingers moved lower toward her crotch. She inhaled again, smelling only him but she noted an additional scent.
With every breath Severus could smell her arousal. He had smelled it when she walked in and he smelled it now. His fingers moved to the crotch of her knickers, where he pushed aside the elastic, revealing her hairs that were coated with wetness. He ran his finger along her slit, teasing her.
She held her breath, trying to keep her emotions in check. He brushed against her clitoris, then entered her with two fingers, which he just as quickly withdrew. A squeak of disappointment came from her.
“Smell,” he hissed, placing his wet fingers under her nose. She inhaled. It was her scent, a scent that she was all too familiar with. But it was not the scent she smelled earlier. She leaned forward a bit while opening her mouth. Placing her lips around his fingers she slowly sucked and licked them clean.
Severus’ eyes narrowed to slits. Any thought of preventing himself from corrupting her was gone. He stepped away, and she remained silent, highly aroused but aware of the rustling of his clothing as he deliberately disrobed without using magic.
He left only his boxer shorts on before coming up to her. A wave of his hand and the remainder of her clothing melted away.
The hair on his chest brushed against her sensitized, dark nipples. A groan came from her.
“Drink.” He held another vial to her lips, and like last evening, she didn’t hesitate to drink the contents, which tasted a little like grape juice.
It took only seconds for the potion to take effect. Both smell and hearing were magnified. She could smell his mutual arousal, the same scent she could not identify earlier. Her hands slid down his chest as she sank to her knees in front of him. She played with the waistband of his boxers, sliding her fingers underneath. The mound of pubic hair she found was silky as the hair on his head. She combed through it, pushing the shorts down, and his eager erection sprang forth.
The blindfold dropped to the floor and she was faced with the deepening red head, glistening with drops of pre-cum. The male smell of him was intoxicating as she breathed in its essence. He moaned as she took it in her hand, pumping the shaft. Her other hand cupped his balls and lightly squeezed. She leaned forward and placed a warm kiss on his groin, above the thick growth of hair. It amazed her to feel him quiver slightly.
The smell of arousal was growing, his and hers mingled together. She was stroking his cock, watching with fascination as it grew harder.
Taste. She remembered taste, and she wanted to taste him. Her mouth opened, intent on licking the rosy head, but he chose that moment to jerk away, pulling her to her feet.
He captured her mouth, kissing her, laving at her lips, gently biting her lower one and running his tongue over the inside. She clung to him, his cock jutting into her stomach, and she rubbed against him. He groaned against her mouth.
He lowered her to the pile of his clothing that lay on the floor, kissing his way down her neck to her breasts. Her nipples stood up proudly, hard and throbbing, as he tasted each one. She gasped as he bit down on one and pinched the other between his fingers. His kisses traveled lower.
His fingers tangled in her wet curls, seeking her swollen clit and stroking. She cried out, unable to keep quiet any longer. He parted the puffy lips and lowered his head, covering her with his mouth. He was as affected by her smell as she was by his. He plunged his tongue deep inside her, withdrawing the bountiful wetness. He relished her taste as he lapped at her, holding her open and sucking on her clit.
Small cries of pleasure were coming from her, and her hips were bucking underneath his hands. He forced her to remain still as he sucked harder and inserted one finger.
Her muscles were clamping down on his finger, and he knew she was close, but not close enough. He wanted her to cum for him. He thrust harder, and his tongue flicked across her clit repeatedly.
She screamed his name as she climaxed, flooding his finger with her juices. He was unrelenting in his licks until the aftershocks died away. She lay limply on his clothes, and he held his finger up.
“Smell,” he said, inserting it in his mouth and licking it clean. He rose to his feet and walked out of the office, a hidden door closing behind him with a click.
She lay on his pile of clothing, telling herself that no matter what, she would not return to him again.
~TBC