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Reaching Him
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Chapter 5 ~ Reaching Him
Severus pulled out his wand and scourgified himself, then pointed it at Hermione.
“Os Mundus!” he said and watched as Hermione writhed and moaned on the floor, her back arching as the small mouths nibbled and licked at her intimately, stimulating her as they cleaned her lower body of her emissions. It was almost like watching her being fucked as the magic moved inside her, titillating her sensitive walls, licking her cervix. She rolled her hips helplessly at the sensation.
“Gods, what a spell,” Severus breathed.
Finally, the spell wore off. Hermione stopped writhing and sat panting, looking at her husband but not saying a word. She knew the rules of role-play well, and was still under his command. She gathered her legs back under her, and bowed her head, ready for his next instructions.
Severus was enjoying this very much. He had felt so powerless when he returned from Dumbledore’s office. As a member of staff, he couldn’t refuse the Headmaster his request. Protest it, yes, but refuse it, never. Hermione was giving him what he needed right now. A sense of control over something. Over her. Actually, that was a rarity these days. Since she had become Severus’ wife, she was much more headstrong and independent than she was as his lover. He could cajole her, persuade her, and seduce her…it was rare that he could totally bend her to his will, unless of course they were fucking. Then she was all his. But this…this was good. Fuck Albus. In these rooms, Severus was Headmaster. He looked at his wife, kneeling there, so submissive, and felt a little throb. The mutual masturbation had been nice. Now, what to do with her next? Eventually he would fuck the shit out of her, probably right there on the floor. That was the kind of mood he was in, but he wanted something more.
“Look at me, Hermione,” he said, his voice silky and persuasive now.
Hermione lifted her head, and sat back on her knees, her amber eyes meeting his, a blank expression on her face as she wondered what he would have her do now.
“Stand up and take off your shift,” he ordered her.
Hermione stood, and pulled the shift over her head slowly. Severus watched as her thighs came into view, then her pretty little bush, then her hips, waist, and navel. The shift rose higher. Her belly and her large breasts were revealed, her nipples tight little buds. Then she pulled the shift completely over her head, her hair falling wildly across her shoulders as she let it fall to the floor.
“Back on your knees,” he demanded. Hermione sunk submissively back to the floor. Severus eyed her breasts. His cock was still exposed, lying across his lap, and starting to come to life again. He looked at her full milky globes, thinking of how good they felt beneath his hands. He knew where they would feel better…
“Come to me,” he said, spreading his legs wide. Hermione stood up and walked over to him, standing between his legs.
“Down,” he said, and she knelt between his legs, her torso level with his loins.
“Put my cock between your breasts,” he breathed, gripping the arms of the chair staring into her eyes intensely.
Hermione lifted his cock. It was hard now, and heavy. Severus watched her with slitted eyes as she adjusted herself and laid his organ between her cleavage. He humped upward a little, groaning as it slid between her soft breasts. The head bumped against her chin, leaving a little spot of wetness.
“Fuck me with your breasts,” he hissed at her.
She creamed herself. How hot was this?
Hermione grasped her breasts on either side, and pushed them together so they wrapped around his cock. Severus groaned and let his head fall back as she began to rise and fall on her knees, sliding her breasts up and down his shaft.
“Oh yes,” he breathed, “that feels so good, Hermione.”
Her skin was getting slick from the leakage of his cock, and he slid easier between her globes. He was groaning now, and lifted his head to watch as his wife manipulated him between her breasts, up and down, over and over. Her soft flesh sliding along him felt wonderful, his cock occasionally bumping against her chin. He was gasping now as she sped up, and pushed herself over him tighter.
“Shit,” he breathed, his face contorted with pleasure as he watched her, “You’re going to have to do this more often.” She kissed the head of his cock.
“Yes,” he groaned, looking at her hungrily as his cock dipped up near her mouth.
“Suck me,” he said lifting his hips a little.
Hermione bent her head and took him into her mouth. It was a little awkward, fucking him with her breasts and trying to give him a blowjob, but she managed. He placed his hand on her head.
“Hermione,” he sighed as her warm mouth bobbed over him, pulling at him with a firm suction, as her breasts continued their soft slide on his shaft. She was soaking wet again. She began to bob harder, taking him in a little deeper, rolling her tongue around his shaft. He groaned, watching her.
“Just your mouth, sweet,” he said. Hermione released her breasts, gripping his cock and positioning it so she could take him in deeper. She swallowed him straight down. Severus bucked, startled at the depth, almost coming.
“Oh gods, Hermione…you used the relaxo spell,” he groaned sitting up now, and grasping her head with both hands, taking over. He pulled her to him, sliding down her throat and growling.
“Oh this is good…Circe!” he moaned as he buried himself in her hot depth, “damn woman, you know what to do for me, don’t you?” He stood up, thrusting into her mouth faster and faster, holding her head steady, his fingers wrapping themselves in her hair. He threw his head back in delight as Hermione swallowed him down completely, his balls hitting her chin over and over.
“Gods I love you,” he hissed as he looked down at his wife, deep-throating him, her eyes closed, long lashes resting against her cheeks. It was too much. He gave her several more long, deep strokes then buried himself deep in her esophagus, and came, shuddering, shooting his come into her belly, telling her he loved her over and over as he released inside her, caressing her head gently until he was spent. He fell back into the chair, and pulled her up into his lap, cradling her head on his shoulder, and kissing her tenderly.
“Hermione, you’re amazing,” he breathed against her hair. Hermione smiled, but still did not say a word, just snuggled up against her fully clothed husband. His hands caressed her back and hips gently as he held her, the firewhiskey forgotten.
“I’m not finished with you,” he whispered, “I just need a little time to recover, my love. You’ve drained me.”
He planned on taking her to the bed now. His foul mood had completely dissipated when she gave herself to him that way. It had been so long since she had swallowed him whole. And she had planned it…to give him such pleasure. He pulled her to him tightly. Trust her to drive the darkness away, time and time again. Once again he thanked the gods for her and for his good fortune to have her for his wife.
They sat there a few moments as they both recovered, Severus kissing her gently from time to time, not wanting her to drift off before he could finish with her. When he felt able, he stood up and carried her into the bedroom, laying her on the bed gently. He divestoed his clothes. The sight of her lying there looking up at him, after what she had done for him, made him harden immediately. He joined her in the bed, laying on his back, drawing her on top of him so her back was against his front. He slid her up so her face was next to his and gently spread her legs. He entered her slowly, one arm firmly holding her in place by resting across her belly as he buried himself inside her. She groaned with pleasure, and turned her head so she could kiss him. He opened his mouth to her, and gently massaged her breast as he stroked into her deeply and tenderly, rolling his hips to give her the greatest pleasure as he filled her completely.
“I love you, wife,” he whispered, pumping into her rhythmically, sighing as her softness and wetness welcomed him, squeezing and sucking his cock as he slid in and out of her.
“You know how to please me,” he breathed, hitting her a little harder as his ardor began to take over. “I wish I could stay inside you forever,” he groaned, “your body feels like home to me, Hermione.”
Severus began to pull her downward as he thrust into her, reveling in the squishing lubrication bathing him as he possessed her. He moved both his hands to her breasts, and kissed her neck as he plunged into her harder and harder, listening to her beautiful voice rising as he hit her sweet spot over and over,
“Come for me one more time, Hermione,” he gasped against her ear, “I want to feel your love wash over me, clutch me, take me all in. Love me, wife. Give me everything. Everything.”
He slammed into her, again and again, whispering words of encouragement and love. Hermione cried out, partly from his possession and partly from the sweetness of his words as he stroked into her, seeking her release, wanting to take her to the height of pleasure. He sat up, forcing her to a sitting position as well, she drew her knees in and he fell back on his elbows, thrusting up inside her. Then he pushed her forward so she was sitting on her knees, his legs stretched out between them as he clutched her waist and surged up inside her. Then he rolled her completely over so she was on her knees, and he was crouched over her, plunging into her as hard as he could, whispering into her ear, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other supporting him as he hit her deeply, telling her how good she felt to him, how much he loved fucking her, how much he loved her. Hermione was lost in him, his body, his words…she would give him anything he wanted, and all he wanted was her. She felt her insides clutch around him and began to tremble as the pool of love inside her overflowed.
“Yes, Hermione, yes!” he gasped as she came, flowing over him hotly, her inner walls grasping him, pulling him in, sucking his release right out of him with a guttural growl as he flooded her, shuddering, hunching into her, spilling every drop of his seed inside her…claiming her again as his soul soared upward with delight, rising to that place only she could take him, pausing, then falling back to earth, spent. He panted against her ear as he slumped over her for a moment before rolling to the side and pulling her wet body with him, spooning around her.
“No one can take me where you do,” he breathed passionately against her throat before kissing it tenderly, pulling her back against him, “thank you…thank you for being my wife, my love, my Lady.”
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A/N: End of lemons for now. Please review.
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Chapter 5 ~ Reaching Him
Severus pulled out his wand and scourgified himself, then pointed it at Hermione.
“Os Mundus!” he said and watched as Hermione writhed and moaned on the floor, her back arching as the small mouths nibbled and licked at her intimately, stimulating her as they cleaned her lower body of her emissions. It was almost like watching her being fucked as the magic moved inside her, titillating her sensitive walls, licking her cervix. She rolled her hips helplessly at the sensation.
“Gods, what a spell,” Severus breathed.
Finally, the spell wore off. Hermione stopped writhing and sat panting, looking at her husband but not saying a word. She knew the rules of role-play well, and was still under his command. She gathered her legs back under her, and bowed her head, ready for his next instructions.
Severus was enjoying this very much. He had felt so powerless when he returned from Dumbledore’s office. As a member of staff, he couldn’t refuse the Headmaster his request. Protest it, yes, but refuse it, never. Hermione was giving him what he needed right now. A sense of control over something. Over her. Actually, that was a rarity these days. Since she had become Severus’ wife, she was much more headstrong and independent than she was as his lover. He could cajole her, persuade her, and seduce her…it was rare that he could totally bend her to his will, unless of course they were fucking. Then she was all his. But this…this was good. Fuck Albus. In these rooms, Severus was Headmaster. He looked at his wife, kneeling there, so submissive, and felt a little throb. The mutual masturbation had been nice. Now, what to do with her next? Eventually he would fuck the shit out of her, probably right there on the floor. That was the kind of mood he was in, but he wanted something more.
“Look at me, Hermione,” he said, his voice silky and persuasive now.
Hermione lifted her head, and sat back on her knees, her amber eyes meeting his, a blank expression on her face as she wondered what he would have her do now.
“Stand up and take off your shift,” he ordered her.
Hermione stood, and pulled the shift over her head slowly. Severus watched as her thighs came into view, then her pretty little bush, then her hips, waist, and navel. The shift rose higher. Her belly and her large breasts were revealed, her nipples tight little buds. Then she pulled the shift completely over her head, her hair falling wildly across her shoulders as she let it fall to the floor.
“Back on your knees,” he demanded. Hermione sunk submissively back to the floor. Severus eyed her breasts. His cock was still exposed, lying across his lap, and starting to come to life again. He looked at her full milky globes, thinking of how good they felt beneath his hands. He knew where they would feel better…
“Come to me,” he said, spreading his legs wide. Hermione stood up and walked over to him, standing between his legs.
“Down,” he said, and she knelt between his legs, her torso level with his loins.
“Put my cock between your breasts,” he breathed, gripping the arms of the chair staring into her eyes intensely.
Hermione lifted his cock. It was hard now, and heavy. Severus watched her with slitted eyes as she adjusted herself and laid his organ between her cleavage. He humped upward a little, groaning as it slid between her soft breasts. The head bumped against her chin, leaving a little spot of wetness.
“Fuck me with your breasts,” he hissed at her.
She creamed herself. How hot was this?
Hermione grasped her breasts on either side, and pushed them together so they wrapped around his cock. Severus groaned and let his head fall back as she began to rise and fall on her knees, sliding her breasts up and down his shaft.
“Oh yes,” he breathed, “that feels so good, Hermione.”
Her skin was getting slick from the leakage of his cock, and he slid easier between her globes. He was groaning now, and lifted his head to watch as his wife manipulated him between her breasts, up and down, over and over. Her soft flesh sliding along him felt wonderful, his cock occasionally bumping against her chin. He was gasping now as she sped up, and pushed herself over him tighter.
“Shit,” he breathed, his face contorted with pleasure as he watched her, “You’re going to have to do this more often.” She kissed the head of his cock.
“Yes,” he groaned, looking at her hungrily as his cock dipped up near her mouth.
“Suck me,” he said lifting his hips a little.
Hermione bent her head and took him into her mouth. It was a little awkward, fucking him with her breasts and trying to give him a blowjob, but she managed. He placed his hand on her head.
“Hermione,” he sighed as her warm mouth bobbed over him, pulling at him with a firm suction, as her breasts continued their soft slide on his shaft. She was soaking wet again. She began to bob harder, taking him in a little deeper, rolling her tongue around his shaft. He groaned, watching her.
“Just your mouth, sweet,” he said. Hermione released her breasts, gripping his cock and positioning it so she could take him in deeper. She swallowed him straight down. Severus bucked, startled at the depth, almost coming.
“Oh gods, Hermione…you used the relaxo spell,” he groaned sitting up now, and grasping her head with both hands, taking over. He pulled her to him, sliding down her throat and growling.
“Oh this is good…Circe!” he moaned as he buried himself in her hot depth, “damn woman, you know what to do for me, don’t you?” He stood up, thrusting into her mouth faster and faster, holding her head steady, his fingers wrapping themselves in her hair. He threw his head back in delight as Hermione swallowed him down completely, his balls hitting her chin over and over.
“Gods I love you,” he hissed as he looked down at his wife, deep-throating him, her eyes closed, long lashes resting against her cheeks. It was too much. He gave her several more long, deep strokes then buried himself deep in her esophagus, and came, shuddering, shooting his come into her belly, telling her he loved her over and over as he released inside her, caressing her head gently until he was spent. He fell back into the chair, and pulled her up into his lap, cradling her head on his shoulder, and kissing her tenderly.
“Hermione, you’re amazing,” he breathed against her hair. Hermione smiled, but still did not say a word, just snuggled up against her fully clothed husband. His hands caressed her back and hips gently as he held her, the firewhiskey forgotten.
“I’m not finished with you,” he whispered, “I just need a little time to recover, my love. You’ve drained me.”
He planned on taking her to the bed now. His foul mood had completely dissipated when she gave herself to him that way. It had been so long since she had swallowed him whole. And she had planned it…to give him such pleasure. He pulled her to him tightly. Trust her to drive the darkness away, time and time again. Once again he thanked the gods for her and for his good fortune to have her for his wife.
They sat there a few moments as they both recovered, Severus kissing her gently from time to time, not wanting her to drift off before he could finish with her. When he felt able, he stood up and carried her into the bedroom, laying her on the bed gently. He divestoed his clothes. The sight of her lying there looking up at him, after what she had done for him, made him harden immediately. He joined her in the bed, laying on his back, drawing her on top of him so her back was against his front. He slid her up so her face was next to his and gently spread her legs. He entered her slowly, one arm firmly holding her in place by resting across her belly as he buried himself inside her. She groaned with pleasure, and turned her head so she could kiss him. He opened his mouth to her, and gently massaged her breast as he stroked into her deeply and tenderly, rolling his hips to give her the greatest pleasure as he filled her completely.
“I love you, wife,” he whispered, pumping into her rhythmically, sighing as her softness and wetness welcomed him, squeezing and sucking his cock as he slid in and out of her.
“You know how to please me,” he breathed, hitting her a little harder as his ardor began to take over. “I wish I could stay inside you forever,” he groaned, “your body feels like home to me, Hermione.”
Severus began to pull her downward as he thrust into her, reveling in the squishing lubrication bathing him as he possessed her. He moved both his hands to her breasts, and kissed her neck as he plunged into her harder and harder, listening to her beautiful voice rising as he hit her sweet spot over and over,
“Come for me one more time, Hermione,” he gasped against her ear, “I want to feel your love wash over me, clutch me, take me all in. Love me, wife. Give me everything. Everything.”
He slammed into her, again and again, whispering words of encouragement and love. Hermione cried out, partly from his possession and partly from the sweetness of his words as he stroked into her, seeking her release, wanting to take her to the height of pleasure. He sat up, forcing her to a sitting position as well, she drew her knees in and he fell back on his elbows, thrusting up inside her. Then he pushed her forward so she was sitting on her knees, his legs stretched out between them as he clutched her waist and surged up inside her. Then he rolled her completely over so she was on her knees, and he was crouched over her, plunging into her as hard as he could, whispering into her ear, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other supporting him as he hit her deeply, telling her how good she felt to him, how much he loved fucking her, how much he loved her. Hermione was lost in him, his body, his words…she would give him anything he wanted, and all he wanted was her. She felt her insides clutch around him and began to tremble as the pool of love inside her overflowed.
“Yes, Hermione, yes!” he gasped as she came, flowing over him hotly, her inner walls grasping him, pulling him in, sucking his release right out of him with a guttural growl as he flooded her, shuddering, hunching into her, spilling every drop of his seed inside her…claiming her again as his soul soared upward with delight, rising to that place only she could take him, pausing, then falling back to earth, spent. He panted against her ear as he slumped over her for a moment before rolling to the side and pulling her wet body with him, spooning around her.
“No one can take me where you do,” he breathed passionately against her throat before kissing it tenderly, pulling her back against him, “thank you…thank you for being my wife, my love, my Lady.”
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A/N: End of lemons for now. Please review.