Something Much Darker II

Severus’s heart was pounding hard enough to make the cloth over his chest flutter as he saw Hermione run towards him. He braced himself before she reached him, but still staggered back as she threw herself into his arms. He cupped the back of her head and kissed her, ravaging her mouth with his tongue, unable to be gentle in his explorations. His cock strained against the cloth and buttons restraining it, and when Hermione ground her hips against it, he groaned. He had wanted to take it slowly, to savor being with her, but if he didn’t take her soon, he was going to cum in his pants. He picked her up in his arms and carried her up the stairs to the bedroom.

Hermione gasped as they entered the room. She remembered it well from her third year, when she, Harry, and Ron had first met Sirius and learned that he was innocent of the crime he had been imprisoned for. But now, it had been transformed from a bleak, ramshackle room into a lovely hideaway fit for seduction. “Did you do all this, Severus?” she asked as he lowered her to her feet beside the bed.

He nodded. “Though you still deserve better, Hermione,” he murmured as he lowered his lips to her neck, loving the shiver that ran through her body at the touch of his lips.

“It’s wonderful, Severus” she whispered, though whether she was referring to the room or his fiery kisses neither of them knew. His hands went to the front of her blouse and made short work of the buttons, freeing her firm breasts encased in a silky white bra to his eyes. He slid the blouse off her arms, allowing it to fall to the floor. His fingers teased her nipples, and Hermione moaned as she reached behind her to undo her bra, the action making her breasts ripple prettily. She had barely got it unfastened before Severus pulled it off, lowering his head to her hard nipples, claiming each breast in turn. Hermione’s soft cries of pleasure enflamed him, and he lowered her to the bed. He hastily unfastened the buttons of his trousers and merely pushed them down instead of removing them. Hermione reached out a small hand to caress his hard cock, but Snape pushed it away.

“Not now, love. If you touch me, I will not be able to hold back.” He kneeled between her legs and covered her body with his own. The scent of her arousal was strong in his nostrils, awakening the dark side of him once more. He allowed his fingers to play a moment between her legs, greedily watching her squirm against his hand.

“Please, Severus, now!” she begged. “Later, we can go slower, but I want you in me now!”

Severus smiled. His little Hermione was as eager as he. “As you wish, sweet one,” he whispered, and pulled her soaked panties aside to bare her lovely wet pussy. His weak grasp on his control vanished at the sight, and he swiftly plunged into her. Ah, gods, so tight! he thought. He thrust as slowly as he could, wanting her to cum, but knew that his own orgasm was only moments away. He felt it coming ever closer as she began to move against him in the age old rhythm of lovers everywhere. He was powerless to keep himself from going faster, harder into her, and she matched his thrusts, seeking her own climax.

Hermione was lost in a world of pleasure. Severus was finally inside her again, and she felt the ache in her sex lessen more and more as he fucked her. He felt perfect in her tight passage, as though she had been made to accept his manhood and only his. “I’m yours, I’m yours,” she whispered again and again, unaware she was saying the words aloud.

“Mine,” she heard him growl, and as if the word had been a spell, she was cumming, her clit, her pussy, her entire body throbbing with sweet pleasure, so intense that it wrung screams from her, screams that her lover rejoiced in. The walls of her cunt convulsing around his hard cock was too much, he came inside her, unable to repress his own harsh cry of pleasure, an incoherent sound that turned into her name. “Ahhh, Hermione! Mine, always mine!” He kept fucking her though her orgasm and his own, prolonging their pleasure as long as possible. Finally spent, he collapsed on top of her, and felt her arms wind around him, her kisses on his face, and his embrace of her tightened in response.

Hermione felt a sense of emptiness as he withdrew from her and rolled to the side, still holding her close. Still, their day wasn’t over yet, was it? Students weren’t due back from Hogsmeade for hours yet. And there was something she had been wanting to try. She sat up and looked shyly at him. His dark eyes seemed to bore into her very soul, and she trembled. “Se…Severus?” she said.

“Yes, my little one?” he returned. She was blushing furiously, and he found it endearing…and arousing. He felt a faint twitch from his manhood, and knew that very soon it would be buried inside her again. He had not had enough of her by any means.

“There’s something I want to do…what you’ve done to me, I mean…I want to do to you.” Her hesitation was intriguing.

“And what is that?” he asked.

“I…I want…” She seemed unable to force the words out, and was almost as red as the Gryffindor crest. She hung her head for a moment, then muttered, “Oh, to hell with it!” He reached for her, but before he could touch her, she had lowered her head to his cock, kissing it bashfully, then licking it as her courage grew.

“Gods!” he exclaimed, and she stopped.

“Was that wrong?” she asked. “I thought you would like it.” She was so pretty in her confusion that he smiled.

“Look at it, Hermione. Tell me if you think I liked it.”

She glanced down again, and gasped as she saw that he was hard and ready once more. Looking back at his face, she whispered, “Teach me how, Severus. Teach me how to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”

He sat up and cupped her face in his hands, kissing her lips tenderly. “With the greatest pleasure, my lady.”