Inside the Blackest Heart (Edit, Not Update)

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 45 ~ Union

Snape released Hermione’s lips and looked down at her, a slight hardness in his black eyes. It was true that she had been under the influence of the charmed gown when she made him service her then left him to find relief the best way he could, but still she did it. She didn’t try to fight the urge to use and humiliate him. Of course, such an act couldn’t go unpunished.

“How limber are you, Miss Granger?” he inquired, rising to kneel between her thighs, and looking down at her pussy. He bent her legs and pushed her knees against her chest. She folded up quite nicely

“Grip your legs, Miss Granger, he said thickly as he positioned himself at her entrance,” hold yourself open for me.” Hermione did as he asked. He looked down at her.

“This is for this morning, Miss Granger,” he growled. Hermione’s eyes widened. She had forgotten this morning.

“Wait, Professor…oh gods!” she cried as he slammed into her brutally, and began ramming his full length in and out of her with long, deep strokes, bouncing her body off the mattress. Her hands flew from her legs and to his back, gripping at him desperately as he lifted his hips high and plunged his cock inside her over and over, his black eyes full of lust, a thin smile of vengeful pleasure quirking his mouth, his hair swinging back and forth around his face as he rode her.

“Never…leave….me….hanging….Miss….Granger,” he purred softly, punctuating each silken word with a deep, hard thrust

Hermione was shrieking as the Potions Master fucked her violently, grunting with every thrust, his muscles rippling under her hands as she clutched at him, arching under him every time he hit bottom, spasms of pain and pleasure radiating outward from her center as she absorbed the shock of his pounding possession. His cock was like iron sheathed in silk, sliding through her wetness, hard, long, demanding every inch of her and more.

“Professor!” she screamed as he punctured her so deeply she started shuddering uncontrollably, quaking around his cock and digging her nails into his back reflexively. The Professor hissed at the pain as it sliced through him and continued hammering her, driving her toward the brink, feeling her insides beginning to clutch at him. He was nowhere near ready to release, and he drove into her seeking to batter down the floodgates and give her body release as he took his pleasure of her. He remembered what she said about her pain…how he released it for her. He understood what she meant and what she felt, and he tried his best to take her away from it, for both their sakes.

“It’s time to let go, Miss Granger,” he gasped, plunging into her deeply, slowing his stroke and rotating his pelvis, gyrating his cock deep inside her, trying to trigger her climax. He began to thrust into her again, this time shifting his body and thrusting at different angles, listening for the catch in her voice that told him when he hit her sweet spot. Suddenly she buckled and he heard the note, and began stroking with purpose into her, keeping the angle true, Hermione tightening around him hitting that note, the pressure building inside her until she burst apart, arching hard against him, murmuring unintelligible words to him, her amber eyes dilated and staring up at him in wonder, bathing his cock with the liquid fire streaming through her, and Snape eased up, his black eyes glinting as they took in her release. He dropped heavily on her, and locked his mouth to hers, tasting her with his tongue as her climax pulsed over him, then sliding to her throat, kissing and licking her heated flesh and growling with pleasure as she rode the crest and took him with her. Slowly, her pulsing eased, her body relaxing around his hardness, her shudders lessening beneath him.

Snape rested his face against the curve of Hermione’s throat, pressing his lips to it, his cock still buried inside her. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest. He would give her a few minutes to recover before continuing. He had the whole night.

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Hermione lay beneath the Professor’s body, panting and sated, relishing his weight, a delicious ache in her belly. He was still inside her, hard and hot, throbbing occasionally. She could feel his lips moving over her throat gently as she eased back to earth. He had been as brutal as ever with her, making it clear he was exacting revenge for her actions this morning. He was not a man to take a simple “I’m sorry” in any case. Still, she had welcomed his violence as she always did, and he showed her some tenderness at the end. Even now, he was caressing her thigh gently, his warm palm sliding over her skin, and his lips were still moving against her throat. His contact felt delicious. Then a thought came to her.

“Professor, your back,” she whispered, “I scratched you…”

“A much more pleasant way of getting scars than I’m used to, Miss Granger,” he said against her throat. “I am a lot like you in some respects. In this case, the pain was worth the pleasure.”

He thrust into her slightly.

“Mm, so tight,” he groaned against her neck, stopping himself before he began fucking her again. He could feel her lubrication washing over him. Her body was responding to his continued presence inside her.

“You recover quickly, Miss Granger,” he said, lifting his head and looking down at her. He kissed her again, sliding out of her slowly and easing off of her body. He started kissing her shoulder, sliding his lips across her skin, sucking gently, before moving down her arm like a randy count in an old muggle movie. Hermione giggled.

“You find something funny about my technique, Miss Granger?” he asked her, sucking on her fingers and kissing her palm, sending little shocks through her. Who would have thought getting her fingers sucked would be a turn on?

“It’s…different,” she said.

He lifted his brow at her.

“Miss Granger, you are still post-virginal despite my rather thorough attentions. How do you know my technique is different, when I’m the only wizard you’ve ever fucked?” he asked her, pulling her nipple gently and letting it snap back, eliciting a gasp from the Primordial.

“I don’t know. It just doesn’t seem like something an ordinary wizard would do,” she replied softly looking at him.

Snape smirked.

“Who said I was an ordinary wizard, Miss Granger?” he said, rolling her quickly on to her stomach and straddling her hips, his cock resting on the swell of her ass and lower back.

“Intermission’s over,” he growled.

Then he began to caress her neck and shoulders gently, letting his palms smooth over her back then slipping to her sides. Hermione moaned at the feel of his hands on her body. She was heating up again.

He shifted his body downward so he was sitting on her calves. He continued to caress her, running his hands over her lower back and buttocks. His cock throbbed. Reaching under her, he coaxed her to her knees, pulling her up against him, her thighs together as he straddled her legs. He stroked her vulva lightly, feeling her wetness on her lower lips. She shuddered and pushed her ass back against him. He pushed her head down to the bed and slid into her slowly. She was very tight this way.

“Yesssss,” he hissed as his cock penetrated her. He began to fuck her slowly, gripping her buttocks and pulling her back over him as he thrust between her thighs, burying himself in her. She moaned in pleasure.

“You like this, Miss Granger?” he asked, sliding his hands up her back, down her sides and over her breasts as he pumped into her a bit faster.

“Yes, Professor. But harder…please,” she moaned.

“You see how wanton you are, Miss Granger? I try to be gentle and yet, you beg me not to be. Why is that, Miss Granger?” he asked her, thrusting into her a little harder, but not giving her what he knew she wanted.

“It’s not enough…” she gasped as he increased his depth, hitting bottom lightly.

“Not enough what, Miss Granger?” he asked. He wanted to hear her say it.

“Not enough cock, Professor,” she gasped as he gave her a deep, satisfying stroke, before returning to his lighter thrust. Hermione groaned and tried to shove herself back on him hard, but he restrained her.

“Are you trying to force yourself on me, Miss Granger?” he chuckled, his pelvis bumping against her ass lightly.

“Damn it Professor! Fuck me! Hard!” Hermione hissed, frustrated.

Snape’s dark eyes went darker and a delicious shudder shot through him. She had never asked him for it before. It turned him on. His cock pulsed inside her, swelling larger.

“As you wish, Primordial,” he growled.

The Professor pulled almost completely out of her, raised her up from the mattress and gripped her shoulders firmly. He slammed into her, pulling her back against him as he did so, burying his cock in her body up to his balls, throwing his head back in pleasure.

“Yes!” Hermione shrieked.

The Professor’s head snapped back forward, and he began to pull Hermione over his cock roughly, thrusting into her pussy as if he had never experienced anything so good before. He hunched over her, kissing the back of her neck as he rode her, and whispering obscenities in her ear.

“Is this enough cock for you, Primordial?” he hissed, his pelvis loudly slapping against her ass. Both their bodies were slick with sweat, perspiration flying from Snape’s body with every stroke. His hands kept slipping from her shoulders and he pulled her up so her back was against his chest and then he leaned back on his hands and Hermione found herself in the position of sitting on his cock, and she drove herself down on him just as brutally as the Professor drove into her. He gasped at the force of the witch’s ardor.

“Damn Miss Granger,” he grunted as she bounced on him, crying out, perspiration rolling down her back and dripping on to his loins. He leaned forward, pulling her hair to one side and locking his mouth to the side of her neck as he slipped his hands under her arms and grasped her breasts, fondling her and tweaking her nipples as he thrust into her faster and harder while she ground herself down on him, feeling the bubble of bliss swelling inside her.

“Professor! Please!” she gasped.

Snape pulled out of her and quickly pushed her down on the bed, turned her over and threw her legs over his shoulders, burying his cock in her wildly, angling his thrusts and plowing through her cervix, feeling it shift under his blows as Hermione thrashed beneath him, her amber eyes glazed with the need for release. He bounced into her, making her body rebound into him forcefully. He was growling now, a low steady purr in the back of his throat as he felt the inevitable tightening in his balls. She was so wet, hot and tight around him that he was on the edge. Hermione was sobbing now, but still thrusting back as best she could, trying to bust that aching bubble inside her.

“Come Hermione!” he snarled at her, ramming himself into the witch with all his might.

Then it happened. A stream of power washed through Hermione and into Snape as she came shrieking, her body growing hot as fire as she gripped him internally, her release washing over him. Snape shuddered as the force of magic flowed through him, and he came howling, feeling his entire being flow into the witch beneath him, losing his sense of self, his identity, himself becoming the pulsing stream of release inside her, his dark soul blending with her greater light, knowing and wanting nothing other than the bliss of becoming one whole being with the Primordial, imbued with a sense of perfect, perfect peace.

They hung there, in that eternal moment, mouths and souls locked together, then exploding outward, a nova of delight, spinning, revolving, the pieces of themselves shattering, streaking downward in a meteoric descent, falling back into their bodies, gasping and shuddering, both undone by such an amazing experience.

Snape had both his arms wrapped around Hermione, holding her tightly against him when he came to himself. He looked down at the witch with wonder. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply and evenly, though her heart was pounding like thunder against his chest. He could still feel residual power radiating from her body.

“Miss Granger. Miss Granger,” he said softly.

She opened her amber eyes and looked at him, smiling softly.

“What just happened?” he asked her, staring at her with a mixture of wonder and fear. He had never experienced anything like that before.

“I don’t know, Professor. I think you got a jolt of my power when I climaxed, and it drew you into me somehow. I felt you close to me for the first time,” she said.

The Professor grew silent. He rolled off her.

“I have to go,” he said.

“No, stay with me,” Hermione said, struggling to sit up as he exited the bed.

Snape looked at her, his black eyes seeming fathomless.

“No, Miss Granger. I have to leave. Return to my own rooms,” he said, scourgifying himself.

“But why? You’re welcome to stay here. Your room is uncomfortable. You can barely fit in your bed. I saw it in your mind earlier. You can share my rooms,” she said, pleading with him.

“No,” he said firmly, dressing himself magically, “I can’t stay here with you, Miss Granger. This night is over. I have satisfied you, have I not?”

“Yes,” Hermione said in a small voice.

“Then I have done what I came here to do. I must leave now. Good night, Miss Granger,” the Potions Master said, walking out of the bedroom with a billow of his black robes.

Hermione fell back in the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

She knew what he was. Cold, heartless, unfeeling. He was a murderer. A rapist. A deatheater. He didn’t have a soul. He didn’t have any place for her.

Hermione turned over, setting her jaw. She wouldn’t cry.

She refused to cry.

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