Something Much Darker

Severus Snape was in hell. Three times in the past two hours he had brought Hermione to orgasm using only his hands. His cock was hard as stone; his balls throbbed with dull pain. He stubbornly refused to allow himself to fuck her, though he knew that she would not deny him while in the grip of the drug. Her kisses told him so. However, in the brief moments of lucidity after each orgasm, she turned her face away from him and would not speak. This last time she had even wept a little.

Snape had removed her clothes for her when she had cried that her skin was too sensitive to bear them; now his gaze roved hungrily over her naked body as she lay momentarily relaxed. She was truly exquisite with her creamy skin, small waist, slim hips and small rounded breasts. Each time she climaxed, her merely pretty face was transformed into stunning beauty…and I am the only person in the world who has seen that, he thought possessively.

Suddenly Hermione turned to him to catch him staring at her. She propped herself up on her elbow to look into his eyes. The passion was back in her tear filled eyes. “It’s not enough,” she said flatly.

“What isn’t enough?” he asked.

She flushed, though whether with desire or embarrassment he didn’t know. “Your hands. It’s wonderful, what you’re doing to me with your hands, but…it’s not enough. I want more. I want…” she was unable to say it, but her gaze fell to his crotch, where his cock was obviously straining against the black cloth that covered it. Her hand followed, and she delicately touched the large bulge his pants could not hide.

Severus could not stop his hips from jerking towards her, nor could he prevent the groan that escaped his throat. Encouraged, Hermione ran her fingers down the length of his cock. Her innocent touch nearly made him come right there. But somehow he found the strength to gently remove her hand. Fool! the always-close dark side of him hissed. Teach her how to please you, she won’t fight it. He put her hand back at her side. “No, Hermione. I won’t do it.”

Her temper flared. “Why not? Aren’t I pretty enough for you? What is so wrong with me?”

He nearly laughed. Not pretty enough! If you only knew how you look when you’re aroused! A Veela would be envious. Aloud he merely said, “ I told you I don’t want to take your virginity. Save it for Mr. Weasley. He’s the one you love. You’ll never forgive yourself if I do what you’re asking.”

She looked momentarily guilty at the mention of her fiancé’s name, but the effect of the drug had grown too strong again for any other emotion to last very long. “But what you’re doing isn’t enough! I ache…there, inside…” She reached for the back of his head and pulled his lips to hers. Her little tongue flicked across his lips until he parted them with a growl that sent a thrill through her. He kissed her hard, bruising her lips, forcing her back as he rolled on top of her. Her legs parted, wrapped around his hips as she thrust her own against him. Severus’s control was shattering. He could be inside her warmth in three quick movements and one thrust. Why not? She wouldn’t blame him.

Later he never knew how he found the strength to break the kiss and roll away from her, but somehow he did. He rose from the bed and stood looking down at her. His erection was painful, his lust so strong that he wasn’t thinking much more clearly than Hermione. Never had he wanted anything more than to tear open his pants and plunge into her cunt, hear her scream of pain when her hymen broke, hear her scream turn to moans of desire, feel her virgin’s blood mingled with her juices on his cock…

He whirled away from her, roaring with frustration, and punched the bedpost. The pain cleared his head somewhat and he was able to look at her again. She sat there staring at him with mingled passion and fear. No, he couldn’t fuck her. But there was something else he could do to make her come.

“Lie down, you silly girl,” he commanded. Hermione obeyed him without thinking. Severus grabbed her ankles and turned her body crosswise on the bed, then pulled her to the edge so her bum was almost hanging off. Placing her feet on the floor, he spread her legs and knelt between them.

“What are you doing?” Hermione asked fearfully.

“Shhh. Be still, be quiet, little one,” he murmured as his mouth neared her plump lips. Her pussy was covered with her wetness, and he breathed deeply of her musky scent. It was intoxicating. Severus had always loved orally pleasing a woman. The power of the act was addicting. To hear a woman moan in uncontrollable passion, that was the kind of control over a female he loved most. Causing pain was a waste of time. To utterly dominate a woman, to bring her to a point where she was willing to beg for him, all without causing her a moment’s discomfort, that was true power.

Hermione felt him grasp her bare ass, felt his hot breath on her pulsing sex, and still the moment when she felt his tongue sliding over her clit was a complete surprise. Her eyes widened in shock for a moment before unbelievable pleasure burst over her. She didn’t scream; she wailed like a lost soul as Severus’s tongue did amazing things to her. His fingers dug into her ass when he pulled her closer to him as if he was afraid she would escape. His tongue flicked her clit, slid in and out of her pussy. He’s fucking me with it! Ahhh, gods! she thought. As she neared orgasm he placed his mouth over her clit and sucked it like it was a nipple. Hermione’s hips bucked uncontrollably as she came in screaming, incredible pleasure. His grip on her ass tightened so she would not flail away from his lips and he drank her cum like wine, growling deep in his throat. It was too much, too intense to bear, and Hermione fainted. So that’s what the French mean. Le petite morte. The little death… she thought as she sank into darkness.