A Maid in the Devil's Manor

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Chapter 44 ~ Initial Contact

Severus and Hermione appeared in the hall leading to her bedroom, mouths locked and wrapped tightly around each other. Severus had lifted her up to make her level with him as he kissed her passionately, his tongue exploring every hot inch of her sweet mouth. He hadn’t kissed a woman like this in a long time, and was losing himself in the pleasure of it. Hermione had her arms wrapped around the Potions Master’s next like twin boa constrictors, her head cocking right to left and back as she opened her mouth to him, granting him access while getting her own, swept away by his sudden, uncontrollable burst of passion. His mouth was hot, demanding, hungry as he claimed her, snaking his limber muscle in and out of her mouth, swirling it around the roof of it, and capturing her tongue over and over. Hermione rubbed her body against his as best she could, loving the feel of his muscular chest beneath his shirt, and the hardness of his cock, still restrained in his pants, rubbing against her lower belly.

Severus broke the kiss, his black eyes alight with hunger as he looked at her face. Hermione’s lips were swollen from the ardor of his kiss, and parted as she gasped with arousal, her amber eyes meeting his, the look of need unmistakable. Severus’ belly twisted at her look as she continued to work her body against his wantonly. Hermione’s eyes widened slightly, her pupils dilated with lust.

“Fuck me, Severus. I need your cock in me so badly,” the witch groaned, “you’ve teased me for months. I want you now.”

Severus groaned with her. What dirty words were coming out of that pretty little mouth.

“I will Hermione, but not yet. There’s things I want to do to you first, sweet, do to your body,” he whispered, “and things I want you to do to me, if you’re willing.”

“I’ll do anything,” Hermione breathed, lost to the empty ache throbbing between her thighs. She locked her lips to his throat, sucking it and running her tongue over the pulsing artery. He growled at the sensation of her warm mouth sliding on his neck as he turned and carried her to her bedroom.

The elves had filled Hermione’s room with candles, and the warm light bathed the panting couple as they stumbled in. With some effort, Severus pulled the clinging witch from him. The moment Hermione hit the floor, her fingers went to the buttons of Severus’ shirt. She was breathing heavily, her eyes locked to the buttons she was undoing, licking her lips as more and more of his pale, muscular chest was revealed. Severus stood there, watching her undress him, drinking in her desire like fine wine. It had been so long since a woman wanted him like this. And Hermione was just not any woman. She was arguably the most brilliant witch in the wizarding world. And she wanted him. Him alone.

He caught his breath as Hermione roughly jerked his shirttails out of his pants and spread his shirt wide, locking her mouth to his chest and covering it with kisses. His leaned his head back, and one hand rested lightly on the back of her head as her lips pressed against his skin, leaving wet trails of fire behind them as her tongue traced his musculature. He jerked as she latched on to a nipple, sucking gently as her soft hands slid up his back. He could feel her tracing his scars with her fingertips, before sliding her palms over his shoulders and down to the small of his back, as her mouth moved against him, over the ridges of his abdomen.

He couldn’t remember the last time a woman gave him attention in this way. He looked down at the small witch kissing his body, and a guttural groan issued from deep within him. Hermione’s amber eyes looked up at him. She pulled back slightly.

“You like my mouth on you, Severus?” she asked him.

“Oh, yes Hermione,” he said in a low voice, caressing her hair.

“If you like my mouth on your belly, then you are going to love this…” she said, unbuckling his belt.

Severus almost started to hyperventilate as he watched Hermione open his pants and lower them. She pressed her hand against his cock through his silk boxers, and caressed it, looking up at him to see his reaction. He was breathing quickly, his dark eyes pleading with her to continue.

“Touch me, Hermione,” he breathed, unable to help himself from telling her what he wanted. “Wrap that hot little hand around my cock. Feel how ready I am for you…”

“You want me to touch your cock, Severus?” she replied, her voice low and husky, teasing him, rubbing her hand on his lower belly.

“I want you to more than touch it,” he groaned. She smiled at him then, a dirty little smile that made a jolt of desire shoot down his spine and into his enormous erection. Hermione was naughty, and loved being that way, he could tell. He pushed his hips forward, and Hermione slid her hand beneath the waistband of his boxers and grasped his pulsing cock firmly in her small, soft, warm hand. Severus hissed with pleasure.

“You’re so big, Severus. Your cock is huge,” she said appreciatively, her eyes darkening with lust.

“Gods, Hermione…more. Please,” he breathed, looking down at her hand buried in his shorts. He wanted to feel her hot mouth wrap around his cock. He wanted her to want to do it.

Hermione loved the control she had over her soon-to-be lover. He was putty in her hands. Who would have known that the man who gave her so much grief, would one day be begging her to touch him, to do delicious, intimate things to him. She lowered his boxers and pulled his cock free, working her hand up and down the hot, thick shaft. Severus looked as if he would pass out from the pleasure of her stroking his cock, milking him gently. He put both hands on her head for support, but before he knew it, he was pushing her head down. He heard her chuckle as she allowed him to do it. She slowly dropped to her knees before him.

“We’ve come a long way, Professor,” she said throatily. Then he felt her hot, wet mouth close over him.

The use of his title made little bolts of desire shoot through him. She was reminding him she had been his student. Something about that made him shudder deliciously. Every male teacher’s fantasy perhaps? Severus had never thought of Hermione in such a way when she attended Hogwarts…but now his mind was full of lusty images of what could have been as she swallowed his cock. No. The images showed her as she was now, not then as a younger woman. It was the mature Hermione who moved him to lust.

“Merlin,” he breathed as Hermione sucked him hard, then ran her tongue around the fluting of the red swollen tip. Severus jerked in her mouth, then pushed forward into her wetness. She pulled back, and his cock came out of her mouth with an audible pop. He groaned as she licked his cock from the head, down to his balls, her hot tongue slipping over and under the shaft, not missing any of it. Then she took his balls into her mouth, and his hands tightened in her hair.

She released him and ran her lips up his shaft and kissed the head of his cock before looking up into his dark, hungry eyes.

“Do you want me to make you come, Severus?” she asked him.

“Yes,” he said in a strangled voice, “make me come, Hermione.”

She returned her mouth to his cock, slipping her lips over his length, her hands resting on his thighs. She sucked him gently at first, sliding his cock over her tongue and to the back of her throat, jerking her head slightly, then applying more suction as she eased back over his shaft, hooking her mouth on the flange of the head, looping her tongue around it, then nibbling with her teeth. Severus was trembling with pleasure, his belly tightening as she repeated her ministrations over and over, drawing him closer to releasing, her mouth working its own magic on him, his pale fingers tangled in her soft, jasmine scented hair.

“Hermione!”

He gasped her name passionately as she brought him quaking to the pinnacle, and he stiffened, holding back as long as he could, then released powerfully, his come blasting through him with a long groan. He locked his hands in her hair and pushed his cock deep into her mouth, biting his lip as she swallowed every drop of his seed, shuddering in her own sweet release. Severus stood there, his cock embedded in her mouth, his head flung back, savoring the sensation of a beautiful, willing woman drinking him down and deriving great pleasure from his climax. Finally he dropped his head, locking his eyes on Hermione, who slowly released him, panting. She lifted her amber eyes to him, her lips glistening wetly and he never saw anything more beautiful. He gently leaned and caught her arms, drawing her upward, wrapping his arms around her and kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue.

“Your turn,” he whispered against her mouth, before lowering her to the floor, and catching the bottom of her dress, pulling it up over body, revealing her the sheer panties, her belly, breasts before Hermione raised her arms automatically and let him remove the dress completely. Severus dropped the dress to the floor, his eyes raking over her body as he swiftly removed his shirt, pants and boxers. He straightened, his eyes meeting hers. He reached out and caressed her cheek. Hermione closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. Watching her response, he drew his hand down her throat, and over her shoulder, then stepped into her brushing her lips with his mouth, then sliding over her chin to her throat, slowly bending his knees as he moved lower, his mouth moving between her breasts as his hands slid over her hips, caressing her soft skin, his palms smoothing over her waist, and rising to cup her full breasts as his mouth found her hardened nipple and drew it in, suckling her gently, swirling his tongue on the tight peak. Hermione groaned, her hands moving to his hair, pulling on his ponytail then finding the hair tie and removing it, releasing his silky locks as he laved her other breast, his hands sweeping over the small of her back, the fullness of her buttocks and smoothness of her thighs. Hermione sighed with pleasure as his hands moved over her body, familiarizing himself with every curve.

Severus could smell her arousal, and his mouth watered as he slid one hand down her belly, through the soft pubic hair to her sex and cupped her pussy. Hermione gasped in shock and need, arching her body against him and Severus wrapped an arm around her waist, and rubbed two fingers over her moist clit, wetting them with her juices. He brought his fingers to his mouth and tasted her. Gods, so sweet. He stood up and swept her into his arms, her lips pressed to his throat as he carried her to her four poster bed and gently laid her writhing body down, gently removing her clutching arms and looking down on her, witnessing her need, his cock swollen with desire as she reached for him imploringly.

“Severus, please,” she whispered, her amber eyes burning. He watched as she slid her own hands over her breasts and belly, down to her thighs, rubbing them and parting her legs invitingly. He climbed into the bed and straddled her body on his hands and knees, lowered his head and kissed her, allowing no other part of his body to touch her but his mouth and tongue. Hermione took him in hungrily, arching her body up, pulling down on him with her hands, to no avail. He continued to kiss her, driving her wild with the need for more contact. She reached between his legs and started stroking his cock, which responded. He caught his breath and moved downward, his cock slipping out of her grasp as he applied himself to her body, kissing, licking and sucking her throat, then descending further, his mouth moving over her breasts, his hair softly falling over her body, tantalizing her as he moved downward, crawling back, his mouth on her belly now, dipping his tongue into her navel, her pelvis arching up, the scent of her sex filling his nostrils as his head moved lower, down between her thighs and he lowered himself to the bed, having reached his destination. Hermione lifted her head to watch him as he parted her thighs and looked at her glistening pussy. His black eyes met hers, and he licked his lips, then lowered his head, and took a long taste of her, sighing with pleasure before spreading her labia and diving into her with his tongue.

Hermione squealed and bucked against him as his tongue began to lash her, and he wrapped his arms around her thighs to hold her steady, as he fulfilled his need to nibble, sip and drink at her flowing fountain. And flow Hermione did, her spigot turned on high by the Potion Master’s talented ministrations as he knotted up her stem, and she cried out his name for the first time, making him go wild, plunging his tongue deep inside her, twisting and curling it, taking her to higher heights of almost unbearable pleasure, pulses of delight rushing through her body from her toes to the top of her flailing head, her hands locked in his hair, pulling him closer, unintelligible words flowing from her lips as the Potions Master showed her the price of eating bananas dripping with white chocolate syrup erotically in his presence.

Hermione never experienced a total meltdown on the end of a man’s tongue before, but Severus brought her the heat that made her boil, and spill over, screaming her release in the form of his name as Severus fought to hold her arching, quivering, shuddering, five foot three inch body to the bed, and swallow down every bit of the creamy ambrosia she gifted him with. Hermione’s body was glistening with perspiration, and she gasped for air, her heart pounding as the delicious pulsing of her orgasm shook her again and again. Severus finished drinking her in, savoring the sensation of the walls of her pussy clutching his tongue as he lapped the last of her powerful release.

That particular appetite sated, Severus lifted himself from between her thighs and climbed up her body slowly, his lips trailing a path to her mouth, which he claimed tenderly, giving her the flavor of herself before he lay his full length lightly on top of her panting body, feeling her heart pounding against his chest. She felt good under him, her breasts mashed to his chest, and he could feel the heat of her pussy on his lower belly. He was taller than she, so his cock was on the bed. He hadn’t made the adjustment yet to enter her, though he longed to do it. He wanted to feel her beneath him right now, let her come down, see how she felt about what he had done to her. He released her mouth and leaned to the side a bit, propping himself up on his elbow and looking down at her. He brought his other hand to her belly and moved it in soft circles against her skin.

“Did I satisfy you?” he asked her softly, “If not, I could always try again.”

Hermione’s amber eyes shifted to him, her breasts still heaving. He licked his lips suggestively.

“I never felt anything like that in my life,” she said, looking at him in wonder. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.

“Stay with me, and I will make you feel this way any time you want, Hermione” he said persuasively.

“Stay with you?” she said softly, her brow furrowing a moment.

“Yes,” he said, entwining his fingers with hers, his black eyes on her face.

She was silent for a moment.

“But Severus, the project is over. Our association is finished. I can’t live off you,” she said.

He lowered his mouth to one round breast, sucking it into his mouth before capturing her nipple between his lips and pulling it gently until it snapped back. Hermione groaned, turning into him, her pelvis leading the rest of her body.

“There are other projects we can work on. Two Unforgivables are left to find answers for,” he whispered, “And you won’t have to live off me. You will be a rich woman in a few weeks,” he said, “Just stay here with me, Hermione.”

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, her brow furrowing again and Severus captured her mouth, kissing her deeply, tangling her tongue with his, pressing his body against her until the protest she was about to speak melted into a hungry, yearning whimper.

Severus pulled back from her, his black eyes liquid as he looked at her.

“Let’s see if I can convince you,” he said, rolling on the witch and sliding upward, positioning himself between her thighs.

Hermione gasped as she felt his hardness pressing lightly against her entrance. Severus raised his upper body up on his arms so he could see her clearly, surging beneath him, pushing her hips against him urgently, wanting him to slide inside her

“Let’s see if I can make you want to stay,” he whispered.

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A/N: :::Fanning self weakly:::: oh lord. He's already convincing if you ask me. Please review.