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Chapter 43 ~ The Reality ~ Part 1

Severus slowly moved toward the witch, his eyes focused on her core. Hermione tensed as he moved his body between her legs, but instead of going directly to the target, Severus pulled himself over the witch, his waist nestled between her thighs and looked down at her. Hermione stared up at the Potions Master, feeling as if she would ignite as the weight of his naked body rested against her own, pale, strong and virile.

The wizard lowered himself and possessed Hermione's mouth hungrily, feeling her arms encircle his neck as he slid his tongue about her mouth, listening to her moans. He lapped and sucked at her tongue, moving against her sensuously as he did so. The witch pressed her hips upward insistently, her amber eyes heated and wanton. For a moment the Potions Master was tempted to forego the oral sex and slide himself deep inside her undulating body.

Severus pulled away from her mouth and stared down at her. She was trying to pull him back down to her mouth, her body writhing under him deliciously.

"You want me to fuck you now, don't you Hermione?" he asked her in a low voice.

"Yes, Severus…yes," the witch replied, her face contorting with need as the ache between her legs increased.

Severus couldn't help the swell he felt in his chest at the witch's passionate response. If she had said the actual words 'fuck me,' he would have…he wouldn't have been able to hold back. After eleven years and raising a child on her own, Hermione still held a torch for him. The wizard knew he wasn't worthy, not the way he had treated her and their son, but since she was willing to give herself to him again, he would make sure that he brought her as much pleasure as he was capable of. It wouldn't undo the pain he'd caused her, but for this moment, it might serve as a balm for it.

"Not yet, witch," he breathed and slid downward, pressing his lips against her throat, and sliding his mouth, down over her breasts, licking and suckling, the witch rising and falling beneath him, a tide of pure desire, crying out softly as his warm mouth latched on to one breast, his large pale hand grasping the other, fondling and caressing, alternating from one to the other, his tongue tapping and tracing her nipples.

The knot in her belly tightened and Hermione arched upward strongly, surprising the wizard as she suddenly grew hot and climaxed with a shriek, her body shuddering beneath him.

He stared at the witch as she moaned in pleasure, her eyes tightly closed, her lower lip trapped between her teeth. She was beautiful.

"My gods, woman. I haven't begun to take you," he breathed down at her, feeling her hips rolling against him.

Suddenly Severus realized that he was missing the banquet and quickly slid down, lifting the witch's legs and diving into her dripping core with his tongue, lapping up her release like the sweetest honey Hermione squealed and buckled at the sensation of his supple muscle darting in and out of her, before he pressed his mouth to her and sucked hard, drawing out what remained. Then the Potions Master began to lash, suck and nibble her clit, running his tongue all around her softness, caressing her intimately.

"Severus…gods…you're driving me crazy," Hermione managed to gasp, her hand locking into his hair reflexively, pushing at him as if to move him away.

"That's the idea, witch," he said, his voice muffled as he redoubled his efforts, his head moving in small circles as Hermione's voice began to rise again, her thighs quivering on either side of his head.

More lubrication leaked from the witch, and the wizard slid two fingers inside her, groaning as he felt her heat and softness around his digits. Hermione thrust her pelvis forward urgently as she felt his long fingers enter her, thrusting gently. Gods, it wasn't enough as she rhythmically pumped her hips to try and make him go deeper. The Potions Master caught her clit lightly between his teeth and pulled, making the witch screech and explode again, her pussy tightening over his fingers as her second orgasm washed over them and down his palm.

Severus withdrew his fingers and sucked them clean, then rubbed her release over her inner flesh until it glistened, then once again fell licking and sucking on her core. Hermione's eyes had rolled up into her head in bliss. Gods, Justice had never made her come like this when he fucked her, and Severus hadn't even entered her yet. Merlin, how was she going to survive him? Hermione believed she might die from pleasure.

Her headstone would read: Death by Multiple Orgasms.

Severus' cock was fully engorged with blood and throbbing, aching to play its part. It felt as if it weighed at least twenty pounds, and Severus couldn't wait any longer. The wizard pulled away from Hermione's core, his mouth glistening, the witch crying out as he did so, her pelvis rotating as she came down from her second release. Severus licked his lips, drawing in every bit of sweetness coating them, then climbed up Hermione's writhing body. He pulled her legs up as he ascended, trapping them under his arms as he positioned himself above her.

Hermione looked up at the wizard, panting prettily, her mouth partially open. Severus felt her legs trembling. He shifted his hips, letting the head of his cock drag across her labia, watching her reaction, and she strained upward, but couldn't move because of the way he had her legs pinned. Her thighs were wide open to him, and he looked down at her pink flesh nestled between them, and growled. Hermione stared up at him.

The wizard who once was her teacher, cold, snarky, almost hateful, now hovered over her, his eyes heated and lusty, ready to show his desire for her in a very physical way. All of that powerful focus she secretly coveted was now completely on her just like she always fantasized. A powerful pulse of need tore through her body.

"Severus!" she cried brokenly, sounding as if she were in agony.

"You want me, witch?" he hissed at her, his eyes growing even darker. Even if she could say she didn't, it wouldn't have mattered now. She was his, and he was going to claim every inch of her.

"Yesssss," Hermione hissed back, her eyes like liquid fire now.

"Then I believe it's time for me to "stick my penis in you" as our son so aptly described this act. Although he didn't say it, the lad knows what my being your 'boyfriend' entails Hermione. I do this with his blessing, you know. Obviously, he wants you to have the best. Do you think I will be the best?"

Hermione squirmed anxiously beneath him, wanting to say "shut up and start fucking me."

The problem was she did say it…without realizing it. She was in such a state that she voiced her thought clearly to the Potions Master, who scowled down at her.

"You are a rude and wanton little witch aren't you?" Severus hissed, reaching down and grasping his cock, positioning it against her entrance. His nostrils flared

"As you wish, Hermione," he breathed, then thrust into the witch hard, stretching her pussy over his girth, sliding through her tight sleeve and driving into her cervix forcefully.

Hermione jerked and cried out at the impact as the wizard filled her to the hilt, groaning in pleasure. Severus' cock was enormous, hot, hard and felt oh so good as he penetrated her replacing her ache with his own.

"Oh my gods," Hermione gasped, tears of passion rolling from the corners of her eyes as Severus held himself deep inside her heat, his balls pressed against her ass, reveling in the feel of her softness wrapped around his thickness. Merlin, she felt fantastic.

"Mmmm," the Potions Master murmured, looking down at where their bodies connected, then up at the witch. "How do I feel, Hermione? As good as in the pensieve?"

Hermione sighed as he pressed into her. He hadn't begun fucking her yet.

"Almost," the witch breathed.

Hermione was really out of it. 'Almost' was not what the wizard was looking for. Severus was not about to be outdone by a damn memory, sensate or not.

"Almost?" he asked her, shifting a little a little, his brow furrowed. The witch groaned at his slight movement…he was so large that she could feel the slightest motion. Suddenly the wizard pulled back and slammed into her, jerking her body roughly. Hermione choked on her scream as his cock bore into her. Oh gods, he was so strong.

"Almost?" Severus said again, pulling almost all the way out of the witch and driving back into her, giving her his full length this time, the witch crying out, her hands rising to his chest, pushing at it.

"I'll give you almost, witch," the Potions Master said, rolling his hips, twisting inside the gasping witch. Then he started to stroke Hermione, his eyes blazing down at her as he slid his cock in and out of her luscious little body, burying his length in her rhythmically, watching her face contort as he hit bottom over and over, her voice rising in intensity.

"Yesss," he hissed, increasing his speed and rotating his pelvis, reaming her walls hungrily, leaving no part of the witch untouched. His mouth dropped open as the sweetness of the witch's surrender sent pulse after pulse of pleasure throughout his flexing body as he drove into her.

Hermione was lost to the feeling of the Potions Master's possession and connection, his strong, rhythmic stroke like a absolution to her body, freeing her, releasing her from her need, his cock pulling shrieks from within her as she jerked beneath him. What an ache Severus caused, and what an ache he soothed as he worked her body over, grunting now, perspiring as he watched his well-lubricated organ disappear, then reappear inside the witch, his balls slapping against her ass.

"You're still beautiful," he breathed down at Hermione as he pistoned in and out of her body, feeling her start to shudder again.

He released Hermione's legs and pulled out of her, rolling her to her stomach and pulling her to her knees. He entered her again, gasping as she closed over him, gripping her waist tightly and watching her ass ripple as he continued fucking her, the witch crying out as he drove deeper inside her.

"Hermione," he hissed, bending over her and pulling her hair from her neck and pressing his lips against her damp skin several times before moving to her ear. He slowed his stroke, still filling the witch strongly, but gentling as he pierced her sweet flesh.

"I regret what I did, Hermione. I am sorry, witch…so sorry that I wasn't able to be there for Mathias…and for you. But I am here now and willing to be whatever you need me to be for as long as you wish it. I'm invested now, but I leave my role to you. Whatever you wish, Hermione…whatever you need," he whispered, "This I vow now and forever."

Hermione let out a sob as she heard Severus' words and felt the magic swirl about them, Severus moving against her, moving inside her, filling her body…and possibly her heart as his oath took hold. He meant what he said. He would be there for her if she needed him. Suddenly the witch exploded with a cry, her heat boiling over the wizard, who hissed, howled and slammed into Hermione as he followed her climax with his own, wrapping his arms around her body and clutching her close as he released, his eyes fluttering as bliss shot through him.

Damn, she did it to him again.

Severus hadn't meant to come so soon. What was it about the witch that set him off like this? Normally the wizard would ride a witch until she was almost unconscious. As he gasped against Hermione's throat, he knew what it was. Hermione wasn't the kind of witch any wizard could fuck. She was selective. She proved this by having only one lover in the past eleven years. One mediocre lover, apparently. So her surrender affected him, simply because it was a true surrender. It was that way the first time, and it was that way now. That knowledge was the trigger. She could make him go off like a muggle firearm. Hermione was the only witch he had met who could do this to him. He kissed her neck softly.

"Gods, you have exquisite pussy," Severus groaned as he curled over her quaking body, feeling her insides clench and pulsate around his throbbing organ tightly. "I'm not leaving here until morning. I haven't had enough of you yet, witch."

Severus held himself deep in Hermione until the last delicious pulse subsided. Slowly he unwrapped his arms from around her still shuddering body, withdrawing his spent organ from her warmth reluctantly. He then flopped down to the bed, pulling the witch with him, tucking her back against his chest and holding her, burying his big nose in her hair, inhaling deeply. He had always liked the scent of jasmine.

Hermione felt the wizard's heart beating fast against her back, obviously still affected by their interlude. She was sore and sated, though she still felt an underlying desire for the wizard. The witch was glad he wasn't leaving. If Severus had fucked her, then left, she would have felt terrible. She would have felt used.

If Hermione had been any other witch, that is precisely what the Potions Master would have done. But she was the mother of his child, not to mention a brilliant woman, one of worth. She was no quick fuck by any means…not this time. He could stay if he chose, and he chose to. Plus he hadn't had his fill of her. He had promised the witch a trip around the world, and he fully intended to take her on that journey. He would have to find a way to jam that trigger. He noticed the witch was very quiet. He jostled her a bit.

"Hermione? Are you all right?" he asked her, feeling a bit of concern. Was the witch dissatisfied? Disappointed? Did she want him to go?

Hermione turned in his arms and brought up one small hand and caressed his nose. She was the only witch who had ever willingly touched his big schnoze. She actually liked it. Another plus in favor of the witch.

"I'm better than I've been in a long time, Severus," she said softly, and stretched in his arms like a kitten. The wizard felt a throb already as her body flexed against his. "You were marvelous."

Severus couldn't help taking a little jab at Justice.

"I suspect next to Mr. Forall, anyone would be considered 'marvelous.' Didn't he take time with you, Hermione?" Severus asked her, his black eyes searching her face.

"Justice was very sweet…he just got a bit overexcited during sex. He wanted it often but…like I said…he would get overexcited quite a bit. Not always. I just thought that's how it was with wizards…until…until the pensieve," she said haltingly, not wanting to put Justice down. He had been with her for five years after all, and treated her as well as he could. That counted for something.

Severus' eyes flicked over the witch.

"I can see how that could happen to a man with you, Hermione. You are absolutely delicious, and I have to admit…you seem to set me off as well, witch. You did the first night I was with you, and you did it tonight," he said, studying her face.

Hermione was really quite lovely in her way. Not a classic beauty by any means, but still…there was some inner beauty that shined through. Maybe it was her eyes. They were so expressive.

"What do you mean, Severus?" the witch asked him.

Gods, he had been everything she wanted him to be. Hermione felt a little pulse as she looked at him. He could be more if he liked. Severus saw the little flash of heat in her eyes and gave her a small smirk.

"I mean witch, I should have rode you into conniptions, despite your orgasms. That is my usual mode of operation. You're the only witch in years to have escaped that fate. Generally by the time I'm finished, most witches are crawling away from me…or attempting to. I can't seem to get to that point with you…yet," he said.

Hermione frowned slightly.

"I'm not sure I want you to," she replied, "that sounds rather painful, Severus. You…you are huge. I'm already sore from you."

"You'll get used to me…and to a little pain for the sake of pleasure," he said in a silky voice that shot right between Hermione's thighs. "If you want to…that is. Whether or not I return to your bed is up to you, witch. I would not presume you to be my lover."

Hermione studied him a moment.

"Severus…I imagine you have a rather active sex life," she said to him.

He arched an eyebrow.

"I do…all right," he replied.

Actually he had several witches who would gladly accommodate him whenever he wanted. All he had to do was show up at their doors. They all were masochists and he knew he wasn't the only wizard meeting their twisted little needs. He studied Hermione again. He had felt her excitement when he gripped her hair…he suspected she had a sexual nature much darker than she knew.

"I don't think we'll be lovers," she said softly, her amber eyes meeting his.

Severus understood. She didn't want to sleep with the entire wizarding world.

"I use protection," he said.

"You didn't use it with me, other than a contraceptive spell," she said a bit accusingly.

He looked at her consideringly.

"That's because I knew you have no wizarding STD's, witch," he responded.

"But what about you? How could I be sure about you, Severus?" she asked him.

Severus scowled.

"Because I just told you, I use protection…strong protection. Impenetrable wards," he said, growing a bit angry. He also felt himself hardening.

"Doesn't that affect sensitivity?" Hermione asked him, looking very skeptical.

"Somewhat," Severus replied. Hermione had been the first witch he didn't use a ward with in ages. Years in fact. Probably eleven years.

"I think after tonight, Severus…our relationship will be more…associative," Hermione said carefully. "You have your lifestyle…and I have mine. We shouldn't have to compromise who we are."

Hermione felt her heart sinking as she told the wizard this. She would have liked to have snarky Severus Snape for a lover. He was amazing. He made her feel…gods. Lusty. Randy. On fire. Plus, Mathias would have been very happy if they had a relationship.

Severus looked at Hermione, realizing she wouldn't try to tell him he had to be monogamous, not knowing that if he had one witch he could trust who was receptive to him and attentive to his needs, he'd easily leave other witches alone. He wouldn't need them. The women he slept with were simply to satisfy his carnal needs. He had no relationship with any of them. All they saw him as was a big cock and he knew it. Not one felt about him as he suspected Hermione did. If he was Hermione's lover, he knew she wouldn't let another wizard touch her.

Hermione saw the thoughtful look on the wizard's face. She wasn't about to make demands of the wizard. He never took that well before, and just because she let him fuck her, didn't mean he would be inclined to change his entire life for her.

"Hermione," Severus said, "I took an oath for you, promising to be whatever you need me to be. I only need to know what you want me to be. Preferably without you exercising that damnable Gryffindor selflessness. There are times in life when you have to be selfish when dealing with others, witch. I have been selfish concerning you and Mathias for the past eleven years. I believe it is your right to make demands of me now."

Hermione looked at him, but didn't say anything. Severus sighed.

"Listen Hermione, I know what you feel for me and I have always been attracted to you since you reached the age of consent. You are intelligent, loyal and independent in your lifestyle as well as your thinking, and I admire that. If you want me as your monogamous lover and are willing to accept me as I am, I can be monogamous. Actually, it would be quite nice to have a witch to fuck that no one else does, especially one I am attracted to on a number of levels. There is never anything else beyond fucking with the witches I see now. They aren't my intellectual equals so we have nothing in common other than sexual organs that are compatible. You and I have Mathias as well. There will always be a connection Hermione. I wouldn't find it terrible to bed only you. You are quite gifted, and will only improve with time and practice."

Hermione raised her eyebrows at this last statement. Severus sounded like she was a witch-in-training. She laughed, she couldn't help herself.

Severus scowled. He was being serious with the witch and she was laughing at him.

"I find nothing funny, Hermione," he said a bit heatedly.

Hermione managed to stop laughing.

"Severus…I'm gifted and will improve with time and practice? You make me sound as if I'm training for a marathon."

Severus gave her a wicked grin.

"If you take me for a lover witch, you will be," he purred at her. "I will soon become acclimated to your delicious little body and steamy responses. Then you will become quite athletic. I will give you plenty of sexercise to strengthen you up. The workouts will be quite satisfying," he said, pulling her closer to him, his cock swelling. Hermione let out a little gasp as he throbbed against her belly.

"I don't know, Severus," the witch said softly. "I'll have to think about it."

"You do that, witch," the Potions Master said, suddenly rolling to his back and pulling the witch on top of him.

"Maybe I can help you 'think," he said, pushing her up into a sitting position so she straddled him, her knees on either side of his lean, pale body.

He could feel the heat of her pussy resting against his lower belly, and made a little noise as his cock inflated fully, ready for round two.

"In this case, two heads are better than one…even if only one of them actually has a brain," Severus hissed, pushing Hermione further down his body so she sat directly on his cock, then pulling her upward with one hand and grasping his erection. He positioned it at her opening, Hermione gasping as the thick head brushed over her clit.

"Have you ever been fucked this way?" he breathed at her, grasping both of her shoulders.

"No," she said softly, looking down at his body, then into his eyes.

"Good," the wizard said, yanking the witch downward and impaling her on his cock.

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A/N: Looks like a rather long stroll through the orchards. This weekend is going to be busy so probably it will be one update a day until Tuesday. But anyway, please review.