Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

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Chapter 44 ~ The Reality ~ Part Two

Hermione shrieked as the Potions Master unceremoniously jerked her over his cock, burying himself deep inside her, her ass resting against his loins at the witch panted. Severus slid his hands from her shoulders and over her breasts, taking a moment to fondle them, before continuing down and gripping her waist. The witch's eyes were half-lidded as she looked down on him. He suddenly bent her forward.

"Kiss me, witch," he breathed.

When he pulled her downward, his cock shifted inside her, his angle changing, Hermione gasping at the pressure. She locked her mouth to his, and the wizard wrapped his arms around her, holding her securely in place and began fucking her, the witch breaking the kiss as he did so.

"Kiss me!" he demanded, bring one hand up to the back of her head, and forcing her mouth back to his, the witch crying out into his mouth as he held her pinned, driving into her over and over, the angle steep, making him feel even longer than what he was as he hit bottom. He was holding Hermione so tightly, there was no give as his swollen head beat against her cervix.

Severus released her mouth, staring into her eyes hotly as he slid in and out of her softness with a vengeance, his face contorted with pleasure. This time when Hermione orgasmed he hissed as her fluids poured over his cock, coating his loins and balls, but didn't come. He fucked the witch through it hungrily, listening to her cries of release, a small smirk of victory on his face as she quaked in his arms, her body feeling as if a bonfire were burning just below the surface.

He loosened his grip on her and forced her back to a sitting position, still stroking her, sitting up himself and working his body to the edge of the bed, still pulling the witch over him. Hermione was gone now, babbling words he couldn't understand, but he didn't need to…she was all his now, there was nothing she knew but his body burrowing into hers…and that's exactly how he wanted Hermione, lost to him, lost to his possession. Severus wanted the witch to fall apart because of him, and when she came back together, he would be imprinted on her psyche and she would want him to return to her again and again.

Severus got his legs over the edge of the bed, placing his feet on the floor, fucking the witch in a sitting position for several minutes before he stood, lifting her against him, Hermione reflexively locking her legs around his waist as he pulled her petite body back and forth over his cock, and locked his mouth to hers again. She wasn't shrieking any more, only moaning sexily as he bounced her on his hardness, pistoning into the witch, determined to show her how talented a lover he was, and what she could experience with him anytime she desired it.

"I bet Mr. Forall never took you like this, witch," he breathed at her as Hermione fell back in his arms, arching toward the floor. She was almost horizontal as Severus continued to possess her, grunting with effort as he put his tool to her. She didn't weigh much and he took full advantage of that fact as he claimed her. No one had ever given the witch the ride he was giving her. The wizard looked down on her body, arching before him, her full breasts bouncing, her hair stuck to the side of her face by perspiration. Gods, the witch was so, so sexy.

Hermione was becoming slippery in his arms and he pulled her back up, carried the passion-drunk witch to a clear area of the bedroom wall and pressed her back against it. Severus then slipped his arms under her legs, pulled them from around his waist and opened her thighs up wide. The witch did her best to hold on to him, wrapping her arms around his neck

"Gods…yes…yes…take it, witch," Severus growled, plowing into Hermione almost frantically, his body slapping loudly against her as he let go. He was on automatic now, unable to stop fucking her, burying his cock into her sweet body hard and fast, groaning and hissing as her juices made her tight pussy slick and well-oiled, her body fully adjusted to his size.

"Damn, you're a strong little witch, Hermione," he gasped at her.

Hermione couldn't speak…she was nothing but a passionate, willing vessel now, primal, needful, taking his ache and loving it. She didn't know it could be like this…so total, so powerful, so earth-shaking. She let out a weak cry as her final orgasm poured over Severus, her arms slipping from his neck and dangling at her sides. The wizard had her, and now finished her, driving into her almost brutally as he moved toward his own release, the pressure and pleasure building as he gave her his last, long hard strokes, then began to shudder, quaking against the witch, his eyes rolling up into his head as his powerful release blasted through him, his knees buckling as he slammed into Hermione and filled her with his seed, groaning loud and long as stream after stream flowed through him, both he and Hermione trembling against each other as they reached and tumbled over the pinnacle.

It took every ounce of strength the wizard had left to hold Hermione against that wall until he finished filling her, then Severus slowly sunk to his knees, Hermione sliding down the wall before him, their bodies disengaging as she came to rest on the floor before him, her knees upraised on either side of him as she sat against the wall, the wizard falling back on his hands, panting furiously as he looked at the witch. Her face was mostly covered by her hair, her eyes half-lidded and unfocused. The wizard wasn't sure if she was with him or still feeling the effects of her own orgasm.

Severus' heart pounded in his chest, and he felt physically weak…which was saying something because the wizard was in very good shape. The witch had worn him out.

His breathing finally slowed. Gods, he was exhausted. He had to get Hermione to the bed before they both fell asleep where they were.

"Hermione," he said softly. The witch didn't respond at first.

"Hermione," Severus said more urgently, sitting up on his knees again and caressing her cheek to rouse her.

He had thoroughly fucked the witch this time, and he was satisfied for the moment. He imagined she wouldn't want any more sex tonight. She had to be sore and aching. But still, he felt no inclination to leave.

Hermione stirred, and her amber eyes fully opened and rested on him. They went unbelievably soft.

"Severus," she breathed. She shifted her body, then winced…her face contorting as she felt the aftermath of the wizard's ardor throbbing between her thighs.

"Gods, I hurt," she said softly.

Severus half-wished he could say he was sorry, but he wasn't. Not at all.

"Yes, I imagine you do, witch. I'll take you to bed," he said, slowly pushing himself up. He felt a bit stronger, strong enough to lift the witch. He bent down and picked Hermione up, the witch hissing a bit from the ache inside her. Severus carried her over to the bed and laid her down in it as far left as he could manage, then climbed in after her.

Hermione yawned as she turned toward him.

"So tired," she whispered, tucking her hands under her cheek like a child and closing her eyes. She fell asleep instantly.

Severus stared at the witch for a long time, feeling he was quite a lucky wizard to be accepted into her bed, particularly considering their past. He doubted she would ever forget what he'd done to her and Mathias…but this was close enough to forgiveness to ease his heart just a bit. He would always feel guilt…just as he felt the guilt of every evil deed he'd ever done in the service of the Dark Lord. Damn him.

Then the wizard's thoughts turned to Mathias.

He'd be very happy about this development…but Severus doubted Hermione would want her son to know the Potions Master successfully "stuck his penis in her" a second and third time and she had enjoyed it very much.

More than likely the boy knew he was gone since he didn't go to his Head of House office as he did every weekend for at least two hours to make himself available to his Slytherins. Mathias might think he was in his private rooms however.

But somehow Severus suspected the boy would know he wasn't. He didn't know why he felt that way, but he did.

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At that very moment, Mathias was engaged in a game of wizarding chess with Andreas. He was winning this time. The table was positioned so he could see down the corridor that led to the common room and the door to his father's office. But he wasn't there.

"I wonder where Professor Snape is," he said idly.

Andreas looked at the young wizard, his eyes unfocusing for several moments.

"Your father's not in the castle," the wizard said, looking down at the chessboard and frowning. Mathias had him locked down. No matter what move he made, someone was going to get run through. His pieces quivered, looking up at him in miniscule terror.

Mathias looked at the black wizard sitting across from him. He already had a deep respect for the Old Arts he evidenced.

"Where is he?" Mathias inquired.

Andreas smirked.

"I will not tell you that, but I can tell you he likes your mother very much," the wizard said, his black eyes twinkling as he looked back down at the board.

Mathias smiled broadly. If his father wasn't in the castle, Andreas' response meant there was only one place the wizard could be…

The little wizard rubbed his palms together happily.

He could ask his father about those extra potions lessons now.

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A/N: Ooh, what a round two, eh? I think Hermione's done in now. Andreas is something else. Please review.