Snape Brings in the New Year with a Bang

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
*******************************

Chapter 4 ~ Banging in the New Year

Snape waited until the clock chimed twelve midnight.

“Happy New Year, Miss Granger,” he said, plunging his cock into her pussy, stretching then tearing through her hymen and hitting bottom, his eyes rolling back with delight as her tightness slid around his thick shaft.

Hermione screamed as if he had ripped her in half. He pulled back and plunged into her again with the second chime, hissing in pleasure. Hermione shrieked. He rammed into her again on the third chime, and the fourth, and the fifth. Every time the clock chimed he drove into her deeply, burying his cock as far as he could, hissing and grunting with pleasure. On the last chime he started fucking her in earnest, tearing into her softness with abandon, letting her cries of pain wash over him like a beautiful symphony as he pummeled the witch, his hips rising high then slamming against her, his balls swinging against her plump ass as her body bounced.

“Professor! Please! It hurts!” Hermione cried out as the Potions Master pistoned into her, deaf to her pleading, numb to everything but the sensation of her hot wet walls caressing and squeezing his cock as he submerged it in her heat over and over, his dark eyes fixed to her contorting face, ignoring her small hands pushing desperately at his chest. Gods, she felt so good. He stroked into her, his hair swinging back and forth around his face rhythmically as he thrust repeatedly between her thighs, his cock shining with her juices. He felt her shifting deep inside as she let out a howl, tears streaming down her face as he showed no mercy. He probably had only this one time with the witch, and he was going to take as much of her as he could, pounding into her brutally, his cock like iron, parting her, splitting her, claiming every soft, rippling inch of her.

He felt like he couldn’t get deep enough as he rammed his thickness in her to the hilt. The witch’s cries were weakening. Hermione hadn’t expected this. He was so big and so strong, and so deep inside her, pounding, making her ache, taking more of her than she had to give, and still demanding more, pummeling her so hard it was difficult to breathe, every gasp was cut short by the pain of his pummeling descent, his cock feeling as if it were digging a hole right through her, bouncing her body off the mattress and throwing her back into his plunge like a rag doll. Tears were flowing freely as she clutched at him, scratching him, but still he didn’t let up, his head thrown back, his lips drawn away from his teeth in a grimace of pleasure as he took everything from her with his power, with his urgency, with his selfishness. Suddenly he looked down at her, biting his lip…staring into her wet face, his black eyes blazing with lust. He pressed into her deep, and rolled his pelvis in large circles, twisting his cock inside her and watching her try to vocalize her agony, with a voice that was damn near gone.

“Stop fighting,” he said hoarsely, lifting his hips and driving into her again. Hermione arched up under him as he hit a spot that made her see stars, her amber eyes widening. And she let go, trembling forcefully, gushing around him, pleasure canceling out the pain, washing over the ache, as her orgasm rolled through her, the Potions Master plunging through it, his strokes an underlying pulse to her release. Suddenly, the witch felt him pull out, and his hands strong and urgent on her body, pulling her up, turning her over, setting her on her knees and pushing her head down. Then he rammed into her again, slamming powerfully against her cervix through her still pulsing sleeve and groaning. She let out a silent scream, then felt his hands on her waist, pulling her to him, to the driving ache, his huge cock slicing through her, larger than life and hungry, insatiable, squishing through her juices, his pelvis hitting her ass rapid fire.

Snape drove into her, his loins bouncing against her soft, cushioning buttocks. He watched the creamy globes ripple and shudder with every thrust, then gripped them in his pale fingers, pulling Hermione back and forth over his cock greedily. Damn, her pussy was exquisite. She wasn’t screaming anymore, there was just a sharp gasp at the end of every deep stroke he laid to her. She was taking it though, not trying to crawl away like some of the other women he had fucked. He released her ass and stroked into her freehanded, not touching her, just his cock sliding in and out of her repeatedly, bucking her ass forward as he pumped into her, his black eyes half closed as her pussy bathed him in warmth. He pulled out of her and settled back on his knees, pulling her back into a sitting position and wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her steady and lift her up and down on his swollen member, her clutching walls pulling the skin back and forth over the rock hard shaft.

“Damn, Miss Granger,” he groaned, then fell to the side, taking her with him so he was spooned around her back, plunging upward into her sweat-covered body, his chin resting on her head. The witch was going limp now, and he continued to thrust into her body, unwilling to end the possessing of her pussy. She had relaxed around him now, still tight but accepting of his size, and he drove delightedly through her again and again, reveling in her surrender.

Hermione knew nothing. Was nothing. All she was conscious of was the Potions Master’s continued possession. He had taken everything from her, and replaced it with himself, a pounding, thrusting master, whipping her with his desire. She surrendered and let him have what he would have of her, there was nothing else that mattered but his being satisfied. Her body jerked limply as he took his fill, still groaning with pleasure as the witch began to drift away beneath his pounding. She gushed once more, to weak to cry out, feeling herself tighten around him as her liquid heat rolled slowly over his plunging cock. His organ seemed to swell as it suddenly moved faster inside her, more urgently, quickening. She felt Snape draw back, shuddering, then the Potions Master rammed deep inside her, his arms tightening around her, holding her close, his cock shooting a cascade of rich, creamy come against her cervix, straining into her, the Professor howling hoarsely as he released pulse after pulse after pulse of hot seed into her body. He seemed to release forever, his heart thudding against her back. He was actually whimpering as the flow slowed and came to a throbbing halt. He shuddered against her for a few more moments, then she felt him pull out of her and roll to his back, one arm flopping across her body.

“Shit!” the spent Professor breathed, as he lay exhausted, his limbs feeling like lead. With effort, Hermione rolled on her back too, and turned her head to see his profile. His hair was soaked, lying in tangled strings around his head, and his eyes were closed. His large nostrils were pulsating as he breathed deeply, trying to slow his heart rate. Hermione was burning between her legs, her pussy feeling tight, as if squeezing in upon itself. She spoke to him, her voice raspy from screaming.

“I thought you said it would be pleasurable,’ she said weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“It was,” he panted at her, “for me. It was educational for you. The lesson being never believe anything a wizard tells you when he’s desperately trying to fuck you. He’ll say anything. Promise anything.”

Hermione was silent for a moment.

“That’s what you did?” she asked him, a small quiver in her voice.

He turned to look at her, his black eyes steady and slightly hard.

“Yes, and don’t start crying about it now. There will come a time, Miss Granger, when you have a lover that doesn’t satisfy you, you will look back rather fondly upon this night,” he said. “Few wizards fuck like I do. I may have hurt you, but you had several orgasms. I think that a fair exchange. Plus you definitely know what it is to be fucked now. Your urges should be sated for quite a while.”

“How long?” she asked him, her tears drying quickly. He was right. It made no sense to cry. She knew he was a bastard before she agreed to fuck him. That was a costly lesson

“That depends on you. I can’t begin to guess that,” he said. Then he rolled to the edge of the bed and stood up. He walked to the door of the bedroom.

“Where are you going?” Hermione whispered loud as she could.

To get you some healing potions. Your throat is raw and your pussy is practically swollen shut. You are in pain and I caused it, so I will rectify it. I’m a bastard, but I’m not a monster, Miss Granger. Just stay here.”

He left the room, stark naked.

Hermione lay in the Professor’s bed, staring up at the ceiling, feeling used. But her intention had been to use him as well. Actually she did. Impersonal sex. She realized there wasn’t such a thing, and he knew it all along.

Hermione wondered how she and the Professor would deal with each other in the classroom now that they had fucked. Maybe he would give her a break and give her proper marks now, instead of the lower ones he unfairly attributed to her work. Maybe he’d stop taking points from her every time she breathed too loud.

Yeah, and maybe he’d don Neville’s grandmother’s vulture hat and dance the Watusi. It wasn’t going to happen. He would be the same sarcastic prick he was at any other time. Maybe even worse now that he had known her intimately.

Hermione sighed as he walked back into the room, his arms full of assorted potions and vials.

He bent and dropped them on the bed.

“Hurry up and drink them all,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “The New Year is past. Time for you to move on into the future, Miss Granger.”

Hermione raised a questioning eyebrow at him as she drank the first potion down.

“In other words, time for you to leave. Hanging about only complicates matters,” he said evenly as he watched her drink another potion.

Hermione drank all the potions the Professor gave her, and felt much better. The Potions Master gave her the immediate heave ho the moment he saw she could walk without pain.

“Good night, Miss Granger, and thank you for helping me bring in my New Year the way I wanted. It was…fun,” Snape said arching his eyebrow as he closed the office door, leaving her standing in the dungeon corridor. Hermione frowned at the closed door.

Fun?

“Bastard,” she spat as she headed for Gryffindor tower.

Oh, well. Fucking the Professor had been an education of sorts about no good, lying wizards. At least no one else would be able to fool her like that again.

*******************************

Snape stretched luxuriously as he headed for his bed. He’d fucked the shit out of a brilliant but naïve Gryffindor witch, who was also a member of the somewhat now tarnished golden trio. Popped her cherry. Ate some really good pussy, and had his sperm supply thoroughly exhausted. All in all it had been an excellent New Year’s.

He scourgified the bed, lifted the covers, slipped under them and instantly fell asleep. Whoever said there was no rest for the wicked, certainly had never met Severus Snape.

THE END

*****************************
A/N: And there you have it. Snape certainly brought the year in with a bang. Please leave a final review and HAPPY NEW YEAR to all. :)