The Mentor

Hello Again,

In response to a review from NutsAboutHarry, I would like to write longer chapters, so I am planning on updating the story a couple of times each week. This will also give me that cushion of time to make sure each chapter is a little longer and that the editing is done properly.


Pucker up butter cup! There may be a lemon or two here!

This chapter is NC-17!

Chapter Four – For Now


Although he was loathe to leave Hermione standing alone after their little conversation outside the Great Hall, Severus still had to deal with his ‘problem’. Indeed, taking the time to play with the little witch had been one of the most satisfying interactions he had ever had with a woman; fully dressed anyway. But now, he only had a few minutes before his first class, and his cock was so hard that even the thought of Hagrid in a thong did nothing to alleviate some of the pressure.

As Severus stormed towards the dungeons, terrified students tried to melt in to the walls, certain that they had never seen their potions teacher so enraged. Those who had a potions class scheduled later in the day began plotting, desperate to avoid Snape when he was in that vile a mood.

Pushing through a group of first year Slytherins who unknowingly stepped in front of him as they exited their common room, Snape rushed to his room. Reaching the door, Severus pulled his wand from a holder that discreetly held it snug against the back of his forearm. With precise, practiced movements, the wards protecting his quarters dropped, the door opened and he was striding through his sitting room, heading for the comfort and privacy of his bedroom.

Severus glanced from his bed to one of the worn leather pub chairs that flanked the fireplace.

‘The chair’, Severus decided to himself.

Before placing his wand on the antique mahogany table that sat between the two chairs, Severus looked to his clock. He had enough time, barely. With a quiet word, a small fire sprang to life, casting a warm glow on the room. With another softly muttered charm, his wards were back in place, and a silencing charm had been cast. After having been so close to Hermione, he now had even more fuel for his fantasies. Severus did not want to be disturbed, and he wanted the freedom to scream, if necessary.

Severus sat heavily, and quickly undid the buttons at the fly of his woolen trousers. He closed his eyes, grasped his engorged cock and thought of Hermione.

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Meanwhile, it had taken Hermione a couple of minutes to regain enough composure to walk, let alone enter the Great Hall and have to pretend nothing was wrong. Her stomach was still in knots, and the wetness in her panties was becoming uncomfortably cool. After a couple of deep breaths, she decided that it would not kill her to miss yet another meal, and turned towards the stairwell that led to her rooms. She should have just enough time.

As she climbed the stairs, Hermione thought about what had just happened with her former potion’s professor. Their conversation and the memory of his lips whispering so closely to her ear caused a tingle to travel up her spine, and another trickle of fluid to tease her nether lips.

‘Oh Merlin! Was he really flirting with me?’ Hermione questioned herself, thinking she had been wrong but hoping, oh was she hoping, that she had not mistaken Snape’s intentions. So engrossed in her thoughts, Hermione walked a few steps past her door, but soon was in her rooms, and then in her bedroom, walking with purpose towards her bed.

At almost the same moment Severus was using his wand to ward and silence his rooms, Hermione began doing the same in hers. With a fluid grace of movement, she removed her teaching robes from her shoulders and gently laid them over the back of a chair. Looking up at her clock, Hermione realized that she did not have a lot of time, and there was no way that she would be able to focus on class with relieving some of her ‘tension’. With as much patience as her schedule allowed, Hermione began to unbutton her serviceable white oxford shirt. Shivering at the cool air that came in to contact with her skin as her fingers deftly worked their way down her shirt, Hermione closed her eyes and imagined that it was Snape’s fingers brushing against her stomach.

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Snape could not recall a time in his life when he had been so desperate for release. His cock was rock hard, pulsing red with the knob swollen to an angry purple. He slowly worked his hand up and down, tightening in some spots and being more gentle in others, imagining that it was Hermione’s delicate hand toughing him so intimately. In his mind’s eye, he could imagine her kneeling at his feet, leaning forward so that her breasts rubbed against his thighs with each movement of her hand. With a gasp, he could picture her leaning forward even more, her tongue flicking out to lick his turgid length like an ice cream cone.

“Oh Yes!” Severus cried out loud. “That is it, sweet. Put me in your mouth. I want to feel you sucking me!.”

Lost in the fantasy, his hand stroking himself started to move faster, while the other started to fondle his tightening testicles. With each stroke, Severus swore he could feel Hermione’s tongue licking each ball, slowly taking each one in her mouth to suckle and release with a pop. Severus felt that familiar pressure in his abdomen, and knew that he was very close.

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As Severus was lost in his own fantasy, the object of his affection was getting lost in her own. In Hermione’s mind, it was Severus who finished unbuttoning her shirt, and it was Severus who brought his hand up to gently run his fingers over the top of her full, round breast as it spilled out over the pink lace of her bra. She lowered her self so that she was sitting on the side of her bed, falling back as she imagined Severus working the front clasp open. As both breasts spilled out, Hermione filled her hands with them, starting with a soft touch that spiraled up until she was pinching each toffee coloured nipple. Pinching her nipples between her thumb and index finger, Hermione worked them until they were long and hard, each pull and tug bringing another rush of heat and wetness to her opening.

“Oh Yes”, Hermione cried out, imagining that it was Severus making her feel so much pleasure, that it was his mouth and tongue working her nipples into tight peaks. One hand stayed to continue working her breasts, while the other trailed down her stomach. As her need for release became more overwhelming, she roughly pulled up her skirt, her clit so swollen and aroused that the bundle of nerves could be seen poking out of her folds, even through the cotton lined gusset of her underwear.

Suddenly grateful that she had chosen sensible knee socks over stockings that morning, Hermione lifted her hips, pushing her panties down just far enough to allow her knees to spread apart, exposing her sensitive bud to the cooler air. Just imagining Severus playing with her breasts and nipples had worked Hermione to a frenzy. With little gentleness, she thrust a finger in to her tight opening, groaning at the sensation. Her finger plunged in and out, brushing against the sensitive nerves around her quim. With her thumb rubbing her juices over her sensitive bundle, Hermione imagined that it was Severus working her body with such precision.

“Oh goddess,” she cried out hoarsely. “That is it! Put your mouth on me. I want to feel you sucking my clit!.”

Hermione felt the familiar tingle in her abdomen and knew that she was fairly close.

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Severus frantically worked himself to release. A pivot of his hips, and he started thrusting into his hand, imagining that it was her hot dripping channel that was gripping him so tightly. As he came closer to the edge, his rhythm became irregular, almost violent. His other hand was still caressing his balls, and with a finger, he pushed against his perineum. The extra stimulus was all he needed.

“Hermione!” Severus shouted, his back arching so that he appeared to be yelling her name to the heavens, his hips still pistoning his cock into his fist. His white milky cum shot out of the swollen head, bathing his hand and thighs in his own essence.

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At the same moment Severus was finding release with erotic thoughts of Hermione, she was fast approaching her own completion to thoughts of him. The hand that had been alternately caressing each breast, and tugging on each nipple joined the other rubbing her clit. Two fingers of one hand were moving in and out of her dripping cunt while the same fingers of her other hand were frantically rubbing across her swollen bud.

Imagining that her fingers were Severus’ cock working her hole, Hermione started thrusting her hips, eager to meet each imaginary push into her pussy. As she continued to stroke herself, one finger reached back to gently press into her tight ass. This was a little trick that she had discovered while masturbating a few months ago. Only the tip of her finger pushed in, but that was all it took to achieve one of the most amazing orgasms of her life. She could feel the spasm run through her pussy to her ass, with a gently tugging on the finger still pushing at her rim.

“Severus!” she screamed, her back and necking arching off the bed so that she appeared to be yelling his name to the heavens. Through her release, Hermione continued to rub her blood-engorged clit, her body shuddering as orgasm after orgasm overwhelmed her, the juices from her pussy flooding out to coat her hand and thighs.

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Severus sat slouched in his favourite reading chair, eyes still closed, wondering how he would ever be able to read there again. Taking a few deep breaths, he slowly opened his eyes and finding his wand, quickly muttered an incantation cleaning his hands, clothes and chair.

‘Fuck’, Severus breathed to himself. “That was possibly the most intense orgasm of my life, and I was alone. What the hell am I supposed to do now.”

His pondering was cut short by the chiming of his magical clock.

‘Oh crap, back to the dunderheads.’

Severus stood, adjusted his robes and found some small pleasure knowing that at least he could stand in front of his classes without embarrassing himself, for now.

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When the last wave crashed over her, Hermione relaxed back on to her bed, shuddering at the intensity of the experience. She took a few deep breaths, eyes closed and slowly pulled her hands away from her pussy. As one finger grazed the side of her clit, she tensed with an aftershock.

On somewhat shaky legs, Hermione stood, walked to retrieve her wand and quickly cleaned herself. Her clocked chimed, letting her know that she was almost late for her first class of the day. With another click swish of her wand, Hermione was standing with her teaching robes in place, hair neatly braided and looking every inch the professional educator.

Turning to leave the room, Hermione gave her bed one last glance.

‘That was possibly the most intense orgasm of my life, and I was alone. How the hell am I ever supposed to actually sleep in that bed again.’

At least she could stand in front of her classes and teach, without drenching her panties with thoughts of her colleague, for now.


That was my first time…it is true…I am a lemon virgin. Please review and let me know if I pulled it off. While I wait for the reviews, I need a cold shower!