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Taking Hermione Granger
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Chapter 42 ~ Taking Hermione Granger
Severus pressed into Hermione, his black eyes taking in her reaction, her need, the witch’s hands moving insistently over his pale body.
“So you’ve decided you don’t need a “Miles” witch?” he asked her, rubbing his fabric encased cock between her thighs, the heat and wetness from the crotch of her knickers wetting the black silk of his boxers.
“I just need you,” Hermione moaned. “Now, Severus.”
The wizard chuckled darkly for a moment, then looked down at Hermione soberly as he moved against her, reveling in her sloe-eyed lust. Gods, this was going to be so good.
“It won’t be like the first time, witch. You are no longer a virgin…I intend to put you through the paces,” Severus purred, working his body against hers.
“Paces,” Hermione repeated, her head lolling side to side. “Do it. Do anything you want…just…just relieve me. Please.”
“I’ll relieve you, witch. Believe that,” the Potions Master hissed, rolling to the side of the witch, reaching behind her and unclasping her bra. Her full puckered breasts tumbled out, and the wizard slid down so he could suckle first one then the other as he slipped his hands beneath the elastic of her knickers and slid them partway down over her thighs.
“Oh gods,” Hermione groaned as she felt Severus’ hot mouth moving over her breasts and his hands sliding over her hips, hooking her knickers and drawing them down. She started to shift her legs up so he could remove them, but the wizard left them lowered around her thighs.
“What are you…ooh!” the witch gasped as Severus’ fingers slipped between her labia and began to manipulate her core expertly, spreading her wetness and flicking over her clit.
Severus stared at her, watching her reaction as his fingers were covered in her juices. He played with the witch a while, under she was begging him for more…then he slipped two fingers inside of the witch, mashing her clit with his thumb.
He had barely begun to move them when suddenly Hermione went hot, stiffened and let out a shriek, clenching and orgasming around his digits, her hot flow washing over his hand.
Severus quickly removed his hand, slid down the bed, lifted the witch’s legs, then buttocks, her knickers still around her thighs, and rolled the witch almost into a ball. He then grabbed her ankles to hold her in place, lowered his head and plunged his tongue into her pussy, capturing Hermione’s sweet release.
Hermione squealed and tried to grab at the wizard, but the way he had her, she couldn’t reach him, so her arms flailed wildly on the bed and she shrieked as the wizard sucked, licked and kissed her pussy, drawing out all of her essence, his supple tongue and soft lips driving the witch wild.
“Severus!” she cried out, her voice quaking.
Sated, the Potions Master lifted his head.
“You called, witch?” he replied, licking his lips, still holding her by the ankles.
Hermione couldn’t answer him, and the wizard looked down at her very accessible core. His black eyes drifted back up to the folded witch, then he rose to his knees and shuffled close to her, lowering the front of his boxers and pulling out his long, thick cock. He rubbed the head of it over Hermione clit, breathing deeply. Hermione let out a little cry.
“This is the point at which your other would-be lovers failed, isn’t it witch?” he asked her, his voice raw, pressing forward and letting his shaft slide back and forth between Hermione’s labia. The witch was groaning.
“Please, Severus…gods,” Hermione begged him.
“You want this, do you Hermione? Feel how hard I am,” he teased her, rubbing harder.
“Damn you, Severus! Stop playing with me!” the witch cried out brokenly,
The wizard pulled her legs up a bit, then slipped off her knickers, bringing them to his nose for a moment then inhaling deeply.
“Delicious,” he breathed, still holding both of the witch’s legs up and together. Penetrating her this way would make her already tight sleeve that much tighter. Both of their pleasure would be increased.
Severus tossed Hermione’s knickers on the floor, then rested both of her legs against his right shoulder. He grasped his cock and placed the head of it against her entrance and hesitated.
Hermione lay there waiting. She could feel the Potions Master place his thick head against her…and also his hesitance.
“What’s wrong?” she asked him, her voice high as she feared the worst. Both Miles and Georgio had hesitated this way when they tried to enter her.
The wizard didn’t answer.
“Oh gods, not again,” Hermione wailed, “Isn’t it working, is it Severus?”
The Potions Master smirked. He just had to tease the witch once more.
“You tell me, witch,” he responded, sliding his full length inside Hermione with a hiss as her heat and tightness wrapped around him.
The witch let out a sound something between cry and a groan, biting her lower lip and looking up at the wizard as if he were the most beautiful creature on earth as she felt his huge cock impale her, the long, hard slide of his thick shaft and sharp check the head against her cervix. Hermione believed she had never felt anything more exquisite, more satisfying than the throbbing fullness of Severus’ organ deep inside her.
“You beautiful, beautiful wizard,” Hermione gasped up at him, her eyes hot and hungry.
Severus leaned on one hand, and looked down at her. His mouth quirked slightly at her little passionate outburst. He bet after all that frustration he was indeed the most beautiful wizard in the world to the witch right now.
“I’ve found in situations like this, witch, my cock does wonders for my looks,” he said silkily.
Severus pulled back, bit his lip and gave her another hard, deep stroke, his black eyes on Hermione’s face as she buckled and groaned in bliss.
“Good, isn’t it witch?” he purred as she pulsed around him.
“Yessss…but,” the witch gasped.
The wizard knew what Hermione wanted.
“Yes, but it’s not enough,” he agreed, taking one of her legs and resting it on his other shoulder and without withdrawing, falling forward on his hands, hissing as the angle of his penetration changed. Now Hermione's thighs lay open and spread, his cock embedded in her petite body. Severus looked down and saw his thick pale shaft inserted between Hermione’s thighs, glistening and let out a growl. He looked up at her.
“It’s time to be fucked properly,” Severus said in a low voice, his body tensing, dark eyes becoming darker. “When I am finished with you witch, you will want nor need any other wizard. I will be everything you desire and more. Now, become mine, Hermione Granger.”
The Potions Master raised his hips, hesitated as Hermione looked up at him, her lips parted and eyes glistening with need, then began to piston in and out of the witch, driving his cock into her deep and hard, adjusting his angle and pummeling her hungrily, his face contorted with pleasure and concentration as he stared down at her jerking body, her breasts bouncing up and down rhythmically, her cries matching his downstroke as his loins slapped against her loudly. .
Severus closed his eyes, Hermione’s tight sleeve accepting him over and over, surrounding his cock in velvet bliss, wet, soft, deep as her voice rolled over him, wracked with passion, ache and surrender. His back locked and he fucked her harder as if trying to dig a way inside the screaming witch. Sweat rolled down his spine, pooling in the small of his back then splashing over the side to wet Hermione’s hips and buttocks.
The witch was glowing with a sheen of her own, straining to meet Severus’ onslaught, the delicious pounding ache of his possession lifting her toward liberty, toward release, each eager, questing stroke adding pressure and strength to the growing ball of pleasure inside her, swelling it, enlarging it until it was bigger than both of them
And Severus’ eyes as he looked down on her, gods his eyes were so deep, hard black diamonds…jewels of onyx, flashing their dark, passionate light, his pale body flexing, flowing over her, inside of her, claiming her…pulling her into his universe, his darkness surrounding her, entering her just as surely as his cock entered her over and over, finding that answering darkness deep inside the witch’s very soul as she cried his name.
“Yes, witch, yes,” the wizard groaned as he watched her approach the pinnacle, felt her tightening around his plunging tool. “Let go. Bathe me.”
Severus dropped down, locking his lips to hers and driving into the witch uncontrollably as Hermione cried out into his mouth, stiffening then gushing, orgasming around him, the wizard gasping in reaction as she boiled over him. He pulled away from her mouth, staring down at her, letting the silk of his voice flow over her
“I caused that,” he breathed down at the orgasming witch, her amber eyes focused on some faraway place as pleasure claimed her, her legs straining on the wizard’s shoulders, her toes curling “I can always make you feel this way, Hermione.”
The witch couldn’t respond as she quaked beneath Severus’ lean body, her eyes still unfocused…but she heard him.
“Not too bad for an ‘old man,’” he added, taking Hermione’s legs off his shoulders and shifting behind her, lifting up her leg and entering her from behind, the witch groaning as she felt him slide back inside her.
“Now, I believe I owe you one hundred lashes, or in this case…strokes…one for each year of age you say I act. Shall we begin?” Severus asked the dazed witch silkily, locking his arms around her waist and holding her steady.
The Potions Master placed his mouth near Hermione’s ear, pulled back and plunged his cock into her, the witch letting out a sharp cry at his ardor. He began to stroke her.
“One…two…two and a half…three…three and a quarter…” he breathed, his eyes closed in pleasure as he stroked on count, burying himself up to his balls in the witch, caressing her breasts as he did so.
It was going to take him a while to get to one hundred.
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A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this out and that it is as short as it is. I feel awful. I hope the starting lemons are ok...I feel a bit out of touch. Anyway, please review.
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Chapter 42 ~ Taking Hermione Granger
Severus pressed into Hermione, his black eyes taking in her reaction, her need, the witch’s hands moving insistently over his pale body.
“So you’ve decided you don’t need a “Miles” witch?” he asked her, rubbing his fabric encased cock between her thighs, the heat and wetness from the crotch of her knickers wetting the black silk of his boxers.
“I just need you,” Hermione moaned. “Now, Severus.”
The wizard chuckled darkly for a moment, then looked down at Hermione soberly as he moved against her, reveling in her sloe-eyed lust. Gods, this was going to be so good.
“It won’t be like the first time, witch. You are no longer a virgin…I intend to put you through the paces,” Severus purred, working his body against hers.
“Paces,” Hermione repeated, her head lolling side to side. “Do it. Do anything you want…just…just relieve me. Please.”
“I’ll relieve you, witch. Believe that,” the Potions Master hissed, rolling to the side of the witch, reaching behind her and unclasping her bra. Her full puckered breasts tumbled out, and the wizard slid down so he could suckle first one then the other as he slipped his hands beneath the elastic of her knickers and slid them partway down over her thighs.
“Oh gods,” Hermione groaned as she felt Severus’ hot mouth moving over her breasts and his hands sliding over her hips, hooking her knickers and drawing them down. She started to shift her legs up so he could remove them, but the wizard left them lowered around her thighs.
“What are you…ooh!” the witch gasped as Severus’ fingers slipped between her labia and began to manipulate her core expertly, spreading her wetness and flicking over her clit.
Severus stared at her, watching her reaction as his fingers were covered in her juices. He played with the witch a while, under she was begging him for more…then he slipped two fingers inside of the witch, mashing her clit with his thumb.
He had barely begun to move them when suddenly Hermione went hot, stiffened and let out a shriek, clenching and orgasming around his digits, her hot flow washing over his hand.
Severus quickly removed his hand, slid down the bed, lifted the witch’s legs, then buttocks, her knickers still around her thighs, and rolled the witch almost into a ball. He then grabbed her ankles to hold her in place, lowered his head and plunged his tongue into her pussy, capturing Hermione’s sweet release.
Hermione squealed and tried to grab at the wizard, but the way he had her, she couldn’t reach him, so her arms flailed wildly on the bed and she shrieked as the wizard sucked, licked and kissed her pussy, drawing out all of her essence, his supple tongue and soft lips driving the witch wild.
“Severus!” she cried out, her voice quaking.
Sated, the Potions Master lifted his head.
“You called, witch?” he replied, licking his lips, still holding her by the ankles.
Hermione couldn’t answer him, and the wizard looked down at her very accessible core. His black eyes drifted back up to the folded witch, then he rose to his knees and shuffled close to her, lowering the front of his boxers and pulling out his long, thick cock. He rubbed the head of it over Hermione clit, breathing deeply. Hermione let out a little cry.
“This is the point at which your other would-be lovers failed, isn’t it witch?” he asked her, his voice raw, pressing forward and letting his shaft slide back and forth between Hermione’s labia. The witch was groaning.
“Please, Severus…gods,” Hermione begged him.
“You want this, do you Hermione? Feel how hard I am,” he teased her, rubbing harder.
“Damn you, Severus! Stop playing with me!” the witch cried out brokenly,
The wizard pulled her legs up a bit, then slipped off her knickers, bringing them to his nose for a moment then inhaling deeply.
“Delicious,” he breathed, still holding both of the witch’s legs up and together. Penetrating her this way would make her already tight sleeve that much tighter. Both of their pleasure would be increased.
Severus tossed Hermione’s knickers on the floor, then rested both of her legs against his right shoulder. He grasped his cock and placed the head of it against her entrance and hesitated.
Hermione lay there waiting. She could feel the Potions Master place his thick head against her…and also his hesitance.
“What’s wrong?” she asked him, her voice high as she feared the worst. Both Miles and Georgio had hesitated this way when they tried to enter her.
The wizard didn’t answer.
“Oh gods, not again,” Hermione wailed, “Isn’t it working, is it Severus?”
The Potions Master smirked. He just had to tease the witch once more.
“You tell me, witch,” he responded, sliding his full length inside Hermione with a hiss as her heat and tightness wrapped around him.
The witch let out a sound something between cry and a groan, biting her lower lip and looking up at the wizard as if he were the most beautiful creature on earth as she felt his huge cock impale her, the long, hard slide of his thick shaft and sharp check the head against her cervix. Hermione believed she had never felt anything more exquisite, more satisfying than the throbbing fullness of Severus’ organ deep inside her.
“You beautiful, beautiful wizard,” Hermione gasped up at him, her eyes hot and hungry.
Severus leaned on one hand, and looked down at her. His mouth quirked slightly at her little passionate outburst. He bet after all that frustration he was indeed the most beautiful wizard in the world to the witch right now.
“I’ve found in situations like this, witch, my cock does wonders for my looks,” he said silkily.
Severus pulled back, bit his lip and gave her another hard, deep stroke, his black eyes on Hermione’s face as she buckled and groaned in bliss.
“Good, isn’t it witch?” he purred as she pulsed around him.
“Yessss…but,” the witch gasped.
The wizard knew what Hermione wanted.
“Yes, but it’s not enough,” he agreed, taking one of her legs and resting it on his other shoulder and without withdrawing, falling forward on his hands, hissing as the angle of his penetration changed. Now Hermione's thighs lay open and spread, his cock embedded in her petite body. Severus looked down and saw his thick pale shaft inserted between Hermione’s thighs, glistening and let out a growl. He looked up at her.
“It’s time to be fucked properly,” Severus said in a low voice, his body tensing, dark eyes becoming darker. “When I am finished with you witch, you will want nor need any other wizard. I will be everything you desire and more. Now, become mine, Hermione Granger.”
The Potions Master raised his hips, hesitated as Hermione looked up at him, her lips parted and eyes glistening with need, then began to piston in and out of the witch, driving his cock into her deep and hard, adjusting his angle and pummeling her hungrily, his face contorted with pleasure and concentration as he stared down at her jerking body, her breasts bouncing up and down rhythmically, her cries matching his downstroke as his loins slapped against her loudly. .
Severus closed his eyes, Hermione’s tight sleeve accepting him over and over, surrounding his cock in velvet bliss, wet, soft, deep as her voice rolled over him, wracked with passion, ache and surrender. His back locked and he fucked her harder as if trying to dig a way inside the screaming witch. Sweat rolled down his spine, pooling in the small of his back then splashing over the side to wet Hermione’s hips and buttocks.
The witch was glowing with a sheen of her own, straining to meet Severus’ onslaught, the delicious pounding ache of his possession lifting her toward liberty, toward release, each eager, questing stroke adding pressure and strength to the growing ball of pleasure inside her, swelling it, enlarging it until it was bigger than both of them
And Severus’ eyes as he looked down on her, gods his eyes were so deep, hard black diamonds…jewels of onyx, flashing their dark, passionate light, his pale body flexing, flowing over her, inside of her, claiming her…pulling her into his universe, his darkness surrounding her, entering her just as surely as his cock entered her over and over, finding that answering darkness deep inside the witch’s very soul as she cried his name.
“Yes, witch, yes,” the wizard groaned as he watched her approach the pinnacle, felt her tightening around his plunging tool. “Let go. Bathe me.”
Severus dropped down, locking his lips to hers and driving into the witch uncontrollably as Hermione cried out into his mouth, stiffening then gushing, orgasming around him, the wizard gasping in reaction as she boiled over him. He pulled away from her mouth, staring down at her, letting the silk of his voice flow over her
“I caused that,” he breathed down at the orgasming witch, her amber eyes focused on some faraway place as pleasure claimed her, her legs straining on the wizard’s shoulders, her toes curling “I can always make you feel this way, Hermione.”
The witch couldn’t respond as she quaked beneath Severus’ lean body, her eyes still unfocused…but she heard him.
“Not too bad for an ‘old man,’” he added, taking Hermione’s legs off his shoulders and shifting behind her, lifting up her leg and entering her from behind, the witch groaning as she felt him slide back inside her.
“Now, I believe I owe you one hundred lashes, or in this case…strokes…one for each year of age you say I act. Shall we begin?” Severus asked the dazed witch silkily, locking his arms around her waist and holding her steady.
The Potions Master placed his mouth near Hermione’s ear, pulled back and plunged his cock into her, the witch letting out a sharp cry at his ardor. He began to stroke her.
“One…two…two and a half…three…three and a quarter…” he breathed, his eyes closed in pleasure as he stroked on count, burying himself up to his balls in the witch, caressing her breasts as he did so.
It was going to take him a while to get to one hundred.
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A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this out and that it is as short as it is. I feel awful. I hope the starting lemons are ok...I feel a bit out of touch. Anyway, please review.