Killing Cupid

Chapter 5

A/N- Am deeply, deeply sorry at my lack of speedy update, I’ve been deliberating over this chapter for quite a while and that combined with a huge amount of stuff to do in the ‘real’ world (which I would quite happily avoid and live floating in cyberspace if it were at all possible.) have caused something of a delay! As a point of interest I’ve recently acquired ‘a connoisseurs guide to dark culture’ with a most extensive chapter on fetish, so my little mind is literally buzzing with ideas for future chapters, (probably ch7 or so) so just an advance warning that there most definitely will be a spot of BDSM, (as if you couldn’t have guessed that already, lol) but rest assured, all in the best possible taste! Anyway, on with the show! (Thanks to reviewers at the bottom, as ever, I LOVE to see what you think, so if you have an opinion/a comment/some praise please feel free to tell me :D)

***Seva***

The dungeons and surrounding area in the very annals of Hogwarts were, as has already become apparent, bloody cold. However, of the plethora of reasons for which Hermione stood shivering, the climate was the very furthest from her consciousness. For a moment stoodtood, regarding the dark man in the now-open doorway before her, realizing both her vulnerability and her immense, and to be truthful, objectively unfounded trust in him. Her mind, whilst it could not be said was in anyway uninterested in the purely sinful, wholly lust driven passion with which she desired him was beginning to entertain a bizarrely childish inner monologue which chanted, ‘you luuuuurve him! Hermione and Severus in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G…’ Most disturbing. And so, as she metaphorically beat this rogue thought from Satan solidly over the head Hermione firmly, (or as firmly as one in her admittedly altogether bizarre situation is able to) placed her hand into Severus’ outstretched palm, weaving her fingers between his elegant digits as the door slammed resolutely shut behind them.

The rooms that Hermione now surveyed were not at all dissimilar to the image of the lair of the potions master which she and her classmates had idly created during the (admittedly infent)ent) lulls in his lessons. However, contrary to popular belief among the lower school the Professor did not keep implements of torture on obvious display, (a fact which Hermione in her newly admitted status as a sexual deviant, in the best possible manner, was just ever so slightly disappointed about). But his bed was indeed a huge oaken four poster, there were no shortage of bookcases housingenorenormous amount of intriguing leather bound books, his floor was cold stone, and his décor was, as Hermione dryly noted, a slightly cliched Slytherin emerald.

Severus watched her with an amused smirk curling at one corner of his thin yet alluring lips, his apparent calm betrayed only by the sizable protrusion making his trousers more than slightly uncomfortable. As he watched her wander languidly toward one of his most beloved potions texts, (impeccable taste, he noted) Severus grew impatient. He could not allos hos hold over her to weaken, and as she tentatively ran her finger along the spine of the antique volume he swept purposefully across the room, seizing her chin between his thumb and forefinger and capturing her mouth in an electrifying kiss, as he traced his fingers across her still naked body, reclaiming her as his own. Instantly what felt like the entirety of the blood formerly flowing to her brain plummeted downward as she felt her liquid arousal soaking her thighs. With the heat of his erection still pressed firmly, through the encumbering wool of his trousers, against Hermione’s bare arse Severus ended the kiss to growl throatily in her ear.
‘I believe, Miss Granger, its high time you reciprocated my earlier favour.’

Hermione’s stomach gave an involuntary flip as she turned to face her professor, staring straight into his unfathomable eyes as she began, trembling slightly, to unbutton the many fastenings of his trademark greatcoat. However, as he almost playfully slapped her hand, tutting in his most sarcastic manner Severus gave Hermione another of his particularly terrifying-yet-horny smirks.
‘Patience my dear, good things come to those who…wait.’
As he elongated the sentence, his silky voice serving only to lubricate her already slickened opening Hermione felt powerless to do anything but submit to his will. So, with some trepidation, (relating, needless to say, to her ability to fulfil her master, ratthanthan any doubt of her desire to do so) Hermione released his rock- hard cock from its confines, and appraised the sight that met her. He was long, nine inches she guessed (as whipping a ruler out under the circumstances, not that she had one concealed about her person in any case, would have spoilt the mood rather) and wide enough to be impressive though not frighteningly imposing.

At this thought Hermione stifled a rather impromptu giggle, remembering the description of the male lead of her trashy smut novel\'s ‘enormous manhood.’ As the urge to laugh almost become overwhelming Hermione managed ther her it out of her mind, with the thought that Severus might not lay his heavenly tongue anywhere on her again if she allowed the hysterics that threatened to escape passage out of her mouth. Instead she thought it best to employ said mouth in a far more useful manner by wrapping her lips around his throbbing head, licking away the few drops of precum that oozed deliciously from him, accompanied by a most gratifying rumbling purr from her professor. Actcompcompletely on impulse, guided by her fevered imagination and dim memories from the deeply embarrassing conversations Harry and Ron had forced her into on the best oral techniques, (‘just in case’ as they infuriatingly chirped) she engulfed his shaft in her mouth, taking in as much of it as she thought humanly possible, whilst firmly grasping the remaining section.

Severus arched his back against the shelves behind him, his head rolling back as he raggedly drew breath. Casting his eyownwownwards the sight of the eager young woman drawing his length tantalizingly slowly in and out of her greedy little mouth before thoroughly licking and, bloody hell, nipping at every last micrometer of it caused a deep moan to resonate from him. As she traced her tongue along the underside he none too gently placed his hands into her hair and, glancing into her mischievous brown eyes, gave in to the temptation to thrust like there was no tomorrow. (As, for all he cared as the present moment there might as well not be, as long as his current situation was maintained he doubted he would even much notice) Hermione, whilst still afforded the partial control of her hands, wrapped coaxingly around the base of his shaft would be lying if she were to tell you she didn’t thoroughly enjoy the feeling of having her face fucked in such a manner. After a particularly frenzied bucking of his hips Severus drew back slightly, his almost incomprehensibly growled stream of profanities (which served to turn Hermione on even more) culminating in what was undeniably a wholehearted (though by no means unmanly) cry, seeming to combine both, ‘HERMIONE’ and ‘FUCK’ into one explosive noun. She felt him shake as he came hard into her waiting, hungry mouth, and did the only thing she felt proper, namely swallowing all that he could produce, sucking him dry until she felre tre that nothing more could possibly emerge.

‘Well, my filthy…’ He rolled the words deliciously around his mouth, slightly more breathily than the usual velvet caress of his words ‘little wench, we are full of surprises, aren’t we…’

A/N- ok so I lied, I promise you’ll see where this all links back to Valentine’s next chapter, I thought it was time for Severushavehave a well-deserved bit of pleasure! R&R my kittens, and I’ll update as soon as is humanly possible! XxX

Thanks to-

XxPhoenixX- Hehehe, you think I’m going to be able to think straight enough in order to sleep any time soon, or indeed do any work tomorrow or in the foreseeable future?! Ahhh…but its worth it! I agree he is indeed VERY sexy, and when I have encouragement as lovely as yours it inspires me to write more almost as such as the thought of Severus does!

Deblovesdragon- It is indeed my first *blushes* I’m really glad you like it! Thank you lots! And yes, Ramones are rather fabulous!

Deb- Oh but Severus is in control…*daydreams* and Hermione is BLOODY lucky! Now where was I, lol, don’t worry, they’ll both be totally fulfilled very soon! Thanks for your support!

Hawklaw- *jumps about madly* I made your day? You’re too kind! Hopefully your days haven’t been so abysmal recently m’dear!

Nesscafe- WOW! Well, that was the intended reaction, and I’m so sorry I’ve been so slow on the update, but here’s another example of how lucky a wench she really is! I think I might be after that cold shower too…

Jo- *sniggers* only ‘rather’ enjoyed it did you? Or is that maybe insinuating something rather more…*sounds shocked* dirty? (Surely not!) I thought it best to leave out the haunting image of my dancing from this chapter so you can concentrate on the matter in hand, so to speak. As ever, your continued support and enjoyment or even just reading and tolerating never ceao imo impress and make me happy. Thank you my darling! (and leave a positive review or I’ll send the sexy vampire chap with the rather alluring-sounding nails to get you!) XxXx

Titania- Thank you very much indeed! Fucking with snape is a bloody fantastic work, so I’m jolly happy you’re enjoying my offerings! Yay, you like me!

Heather- another person who I amuse *has to sit down at thought of actually being funny and not just mad* I’m so glad your enjoying this, and hopefully my strange humor will continue to infiltrate the story!