A Looping of the Scales ~ COMPLETED

Chapter 43 ~ Easing Toward Paradise

Suddenly, Snape broke the kiss, Hermione staring up at him with liquid eyes as he stared down at her.

”There’s something we need to do first,” he said softly. “Sit up.”

Snape sat up in the bed and helped Hermione up, then reached over to the night stand where a bottle of potions sat. He grabbed the bottle and his wand. He uncapped the bottle and drank it down, making a slight face as he did so.

”What’s that?” Hermione asked him.

”A contraceptive potion. It renders my sperm useless. Takes away my—fertility,” he said, grimacing as he felt his scrotum heat up. “Arrrgh!”

He reflexively clutched at his nads, Hermione’s mouth dropping open as he scrunched up his eyes, began panting and his erection wilted a bit. That potion looked painful.

”Are you all right?” she asked him.

”I—I will be. There’s just a bit of heat to kill the sperm cells,” he told her in a forced voice. His eyes were wet, and she could tell he was hurting.

”It would have been easier to cast a contraceptive charm on me and use a condom,” Hermione told him, rubbing his shoulder in concern. He started to relax as the heat faded. He looked at her.

”I don’t want to use a condom with you,” he replied. “I want to feel everything. It’s worth a bit of pain for the pleasure—but still—“

Snape pressed the tip of his wand to Hermione’s lower belly and murmured a spell.

Hermione felt her insides flip over and gasped. The spell she used with Ron didn’t have that reaction. She didn’t feel anything other than a little warmth.

”What was that?” she asked Severus. “I’ve used a contraceptive charm before and it never felt like that.”

”The spell you used was probably a blockage spell,” Snape said softly. “It blocks the sperm from reaching the egg. The spell I used made your egg impenetrable. No sperm can break through to fertilize it. It’s a much better spell because you can feel it take. Combined with the potion I drank, you are doubly protected,” he told her softly, placing his wand and the empty potions bottle back on the night stand.

”I could have taken it before, but I wanted you to see me take it, so you’d be reassured,” Snape said, his eyes drifting over her body again. “I want you to feel safe and not worry about becoming pregnant.”

Hermione gave him a little smile for his thoughtfulness. She couldn’t imagine Ron taking anything that he knew would make his balls hurt. He’d rather wear condoms, she was sure.

”Do you feel safe, Hermione?” he asked her.

”Yes. I do, Severus.”

”Good,” he said, leaning toward her, then taking her down to the bed and covering her mouth with his own. His erection came back with a vengeance as he lapped at her mouth, one of his hands slowly caressing her shoulder, then sliding down her arm, then finally entwining with her fingers and drawing her hand up so it rested alongside her head. His other hand cradled her head, controlling its motion as he kissed her slowly, running his tongue around every soft inch of her warmth mouth before tangling with her own seeking, supple muscle.

Snape was a good kisser because he took his time and didn’t battle with her. This wasn’t war, this was a blending of forces. Her lips were so soft, her mouth wet and full of heat. He licked and lapped at it sensually, feeling her body moving against his, her free hand caressing his back, moving along his spine, clutching lightly at his flesh, the fingertips moving over his musculature. It felt wonderful being touched by her so gently. It felt wonderful to be—accepted and wanted.

He slipped his hand from under her head and reached around, catching her arm and dragging it upward, entwining his fingers in her other hand and also trapping it next to her head as he shifted his body so he lay on top of her, looking down into those intelligent brown eyes. They were soft as they gazed back at him.

Hermione shuddered a bit as he lay on top of her, his weight pressing down on her body, her hands pinned alongside her head. She couldn’t get out from under him if she wanted to, but—she didn’t want to as he kissed her again, moving against her gently. His loins were a little lower than her, but his cock rested against her core, long and heavy. But he didn’t press. Instead, he shifted downward, running his mouth along her jaw line, then latching on to her throat, Hermione closing her eyes in pleasure as he gently suckled it, then ran his lips over her shoulder. She gasped as he suddenly nipped it, then pulled back to look at her face for a moment.

”You liked that,” he said softly.

Hermione felt as if she couldn’t speak and Severus suddenly released both her hands and rose up on all fours, straddling her body, looking down at her. He bent his elbows so he could reach her and began to kiss and lick her neck, shoulders and upper torso all over only his mouth touching her, Hermione beginning to writhe as he thoroughly ran his mouth over her body, slipping lower, mouthing and suckling her breasts now, running his tongue over her nipples and learning her responses as he tried different things, biting them lightly, capturing her nipples between his lips, drawing her breasts into his mouth while simultaneously running his tongue around the peaks. His eyes were on her face the entire time he laved her, drinking in her responses, aware of her hands running over his shoulders and through his hair as she moaned.

He liked the way she moaned . . . soft, pleasure-filled, peppered with gasps depending on what he was doing. Her skin was slightly salty from perspiration, but clean tasting and he suckled, licked and kissed his way down it, lapping at her navel, which made her giggle a bit. He smirked up at her, pleased.

”Oh, Severus,” she breathed, then jerked a bit as he kissed her lower belly. She jerked a lot more when he ran his lips through her pubic hair.

”What are you doing?” she gasped, tensing up, her legs suddenly clamping together.

Snape rose up on his hands and narrowed his eyes at her.

”You know what I want to do,” he said softly. “Taste you directly. Open your legs for me, Hermione. Let me spread your petals and taste your nectar.”

Sweet talk was supposed to work magic on witches. Hermione made a noise and opened her legs for him. He kissed her lower belly appreciatively when she did, then moved lower on the bed, falling to his belly, his legs sticking out the bottom as he got his first close-up look at a woman’s pussy. It smelled wonderful, musky, earthy, even slightly fruity as he breathed in appreciatively.

Hermione lay there tensely, wondering what he was doing even as her body was crying out for him to do something. Then she felt his fingers on her, parting the lips of her sex gently, and let out a little gasp.

Snape looked at her swollen clit, and the small slit beneath it. Her inner skin was so pink, and glistened with lubrication. He could see a bit of creaminess around her entrance and with the tip of one finger, gently collected it, Hermione buckling a little at the sensation of it rotating against her sensitive flesh. Snape looked at it, then sucked it off his finger with a sigh of pleasure.

”You taste exquisite, Hermione,” he said hoarsely, then parted her lips wider and ran his tongue around her clit several times before letting it caress the small, hardened peak. Hermione squealed and clamped her thighs tightly around his head, partially sitting up.

”Oh my gods!” she hissed as Snape tried to unclench her thighs.

He managed to pry them open, then wrapped his arms around them tightly to hold them apart and dove in again, licking at her pussy as she jerked and hissed and pulled at his hair.

”Oh, stop! Stop, Severus! It’s too much! Aaaah!”

But Snape could detect that same scent he smelled when he was bringing her close to climax the first time with his fingers, only it was more powerful and compelling since he was at the source. He could tell she was close to orgasming, and he wanted her to do it, so he could be right there to drink her down. So, he didn’t stop—he couldn’t stop. He was going for the prize.

Hermione shrieked and twisted under his tongue and lips, cursing when he used his big nose to stimulate her even further.

”You’re a freak!” she gasped at him, her back arching.

Severus didn’t disagree with her as the fountain opened up and she climaxed again, her release wetting his nose, cheeks and chin as he greedily slurped down that ambrosia. He’d never forget how Hermione tasted. How hot and how rich she was, sweet, cloying, mouth-watering. Her intimate flavor was now embedded in his psyche, imprinted on his taste buds as much as any potion he’d ever tasted.

He stayed with Hermione, tenderly lapping at and kissing her core until her thighs stopped trembling, and her cries subsided into little purrs. Then he kissed his way back up her body, then lay back on top of her, looking down as he rested on his elbows.

Hermione was just starting to lose the crimson flush that accompanied her orgasm. Her normally bushy hair was soft and damp, beginning to form ringlets. She was breathing hard, and Snape could feel her heart fluttering like a bird against his chest every time she breathed in. Her eyes were closed and she licked her lips reflexively.

”I’m doing well, aren’t I?” he asked her softly.

Hermione’s brown eyes opened and met his glittering black orbs. She looked a bit drunk, and he smirked at her expression.

”Quite well,” she agreed, shuddering a little. His face was shiny and he smelled of fresh pussy, sandalwood and sweat. It wasn’t unpleasant, however. It was—part of this. Snape made what Hermione would have thought—nasty—acceptable. And it was because he was so curious, inquisitive and delighted with everything. She doubted if he would have lost his erection if he had been the one to deflower her and see the blood on his cock.

It probably would have made him harder. She drew him down into a kiss, her own juices smearing on her face as they kissed hungrily for a moment. Snape pulled away from the kiss, his eyes narrowing slightly.

”Back to square one,” he purred, rising up on his hands and knees again, attacking her throat. “But this time—flip over.”

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Snape gathered Hermione’s damp hair and moved it aside, kissing his way down her back, over her shoulders, licking her spine, nipping at her sides, familiarizing himself with every curve and contour. When he came to her arse, he buried his nose between her cheeks, and lapped at her pussy from behind, when nearly made her leap out of the bed, so he held her down by her wrists, her buttocks shaking and jiggling deliciously, so plump and full he just had to gently bite them, feeling all that flesh between his teeth as Hermione jerked and called him a freak again.

He didn’t mind being one at all as he kissed her thighs. Oh, she had such full, soft thighs and a bum like two well-packed goose down pillows.

”You’re perfect,” he breathed. “Your body is so perfect, Hermione.”

Snape rose up on his hands and rested the shaft of his cock in the cleft and slowly began to move back and forth, his foreskin working back and forth, hissing as her buttocks massaged him. Hermione gasped at the feeling of his hardness sliding between her cheeks. Gods, it felt so good. She moaned as he let out a little growl.

This was good for him, and helped to desensitize him a bit.

”Get on your hands and knees, Hermione” he said hoarsely, rising to his knees.

As if in a dream, Hermione obeyed him and he curled over her, once again pressing his cock between her cheeks and sliding back and forth.

”Oh gods, Hermione,” he said, his voice thick and shuddering as he humped against her. “You feel so good. That arse—“

He rose back to his knees and stopped for a moment, grasping the base of his cock and slapping it against her buttocks several times, gasping as it jiggled. He was so hard. He then gathered her hair in one hand and pulled her head back gently, bending over her again, pressing into her with his hot, hard tool and kissing her throat.

”I want to shag you now,” he breathed into her ear, still moving against her. His voice was soft and silken with desire now, echoing the seductive timbre of his older years. “Like this. I want to do it like this, Hermione. From the back. I’m so ready—have I convinced you? Can you feel how much I want you?”

”Severusssss.”

”Tell me I can, Hermione. I want to feel you wrapped around me. I want to know what it’s like. It’s time. Let me,” he breathed, reaching under her with one hand and caressing her belly before letting his fingers slip between her folds again, Hermione bucking against him, her arse hitting his thighs as he rubbed gently.

”You want me. Just say it. I’ll be good, I promise,” he breathed. “Give it to me, Hermione. Let go. Let me.”

With his cock pressing between her cheeks and his fingers softly coaxing her, Hermione shuddered and breathed, “Do it, Severus. You can do it.”

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A/N: Last cliffie. No avoiding the goodies now. Lol. I just want to let you all know that I’m really not doing this to torture you. I just feel that after all of you reading more than thirty-something chapters of this story without any lemons at all, that you deserve a few hot chapters of intimacy between the couple. I could have wrapped it up in one chapter, like I did Ron, but I think they (and you) deserve more time than that. This is why I’m drawing it out and giving it the big buildup. It’s kind of a thank you for sticking with me this far. That’s all I wanted to say. Thanks for reading.