Your Hand in Marriage

Hermione found herself leaning unconsciously in to Severus’ warmth, he smelled like sandalwood and ambergris. She was reaching towards him with her arms when an exaggerated cough came from her left.



She looked over to see Dumbledore’s merry twinkling eyes, which she inexplicably felt the need to tear from their sockets. Somehow it didn’t feel like her thoughts. With a realization, she laughed and looked up to find Severus looking at the Headmaster as though he were going rip him apart.



“I can tell what you’re feeling Severus,” Hermione smiled at him, “I think we should definitely get out of this office before you get suspended from teaching for hexing the Headmaster.”



He looked down on the witch with a smirk, “Oh yes, because having a break from melting and exploding cauldrons sounds so terrible.”



He felt a stab of lust like a lightening bolt and he looked down on Hermione with interest, “But I suppose we should get going so I may get you acquainted with your new living arrangements.”



Suddenly Hermione realized she was standing toe to tow with the dark robes of her new Husband, “Dear gods, “ she breathed, “this connection is making us act like lodestones.”



Severus was feeling overwhelmed with an urge to put his hands all over his little witch. This feeling was disconcerting because it felt so right. Severus Snape was not a man of emotion, and he did not appreciate the ‘touchy feely’ aspects of relationships. So why was it, that all of a sudden he wanted to fuck her on the head table during breakfast in the Great Hall?



These thoughts flowed through his mind until a little hand warmed his chest and he heard a feminine voice break through the haze, sighing, “take me to bed, Severus.”



She smelled like Crème Brulee with a hint of coconuts and he found himself unwilling to deny her.



Without a glance at the amused Headmaster, Severus picked up his wife with one arm and strode to the floo, “Severus Snape’s quarters!”



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Landing in his study, Severus dusted off Hermione, and then started a fire in the hearth they had just exited.



Warmth flowed through the room and when Severus turned from the fireplace he found Hermione clutching her robes and looking up at him.



“Are you nervous, now, Hermione? I realize that you may not have expected or wanted to give me the gift of your virtue, but I will not force you.”



“She looked through her lashes and blushed, “I’m not nervous, but I’m afraid your penetration of my maidenhead will hurt you also, through our bond.”



Severus looked at her curiously, “Let me see if I am understanding this… you are about to lose your virginity to your new and unexpected husband erstwhile teacher and you are concerned that I am going to feel the pain you are bound to feel regardless?”



“Yes.”



He looked at her with a cocked head, “What a strange witch you are.”



“So I’ve been told,” she smiled, “What do we do now?”



Severus smiled darkly, and tossed Hermione over his shoulder.



“I become a caveman, of course.”



He kicked open the door to his bed room and with a flick of his wand the sconces on the walls came alive with dim flickering flames and a warmth filled the room.



He study was cluttered and expected, but his bedroom Hermione found to be opulent and amazing. There were rich forest greens and the deepest blood red burgundy. The bed appeared to be covered in black satin sheets with a generous pile of satin covered pillows. It’s canopy dripped with pale gold silk and dark green velvet and the posts were made of an ebony wood, which matched the furniture in the room.



Severus set her down lightly and looked at her in the glowing light, “Are you sure you are ready for this?”



She looked at him once more, smiled, and let her robes open and slip to the ground. Now she stood only in a golden silk sheath.



Severus found himself forgetting to breathe. He had some small idea about what her curves were like, but having not thought too hard on it until this day he found himself utterly unprepared for the figure in front of him.



She was barefoot, with long slightly golden legs that disappeared into silk at mid thigh, her hips were flared and her waist was small. Above it was a generous heaving bosom, stretching the silk to its limit with small puckered nipples showing through the thin material. Her slender neck invited his lips and teeth, and suddenly he found himself standing less than an inch from her.



“Lodestones…,” she murmured as she leaned up and caught his lips with her own. When her soft lips met his a shock of electricity zipped through their bodies and she clutched her hands in his hair and opened her mouth with a gasp. Severus took this invitation and slipped his tongue into her mouth, sliding it on the underside of her open lips and gently caressing her tongue. His hand went around her waist and he pulled her to him, sliding his hand up her back through the silky material, leaving a burning path everywhere his hand touched.



The sensations were overwhelming; the connection was sending alien emotions through the pair like a rip tide. Severus’ hand slid down and gripped her firm derrière; she lifted her legs around him in response and ground her aching heat on the firm area between his thighs. Severus broke the kiss and groaned in pleasure.





“Please.” Hermione moaned, “Please, Severus….”



That was all it took.



Severus walked her back to he bed until his legs hit the frame. He tried to place her on the bed, but she wouldn’t let go of him. He settled with climbing onto the bed with her still attached around his neck, placing scorching kisses on his neck.



He her down in the bed and she began ripping at his robes. She growled, “Clothes, too many clothes. Take them off.”



He chuckled and divested himself of his clothing and finally found himself free of her clutching grasp. He looked down and found her staring at his manhood in awe.



“Have you never seen one before?”



She looked up and blushed, having been caught ogling his goods, “I have seen some images in texts, but I didn’t realize they came this…. Big.”



“I am more gifted than most. Mother Nature’s pity for the rest of me.” He said bitterly.



Hermione grasped his face in her hands, “I see nothing to pity.”



Severus lowered himself back to her face to catch her lips in his again. His hard cock pressing against the tantalizing silk that covered her body. She moved against him, the silk caressing his hot, hard flesh erotically. He groaned in response as she rubbed herself against his stiffness. “Please,” she begged, “I need more.”



Severus slid a hand up her thigh, under the silk to her heated wetness. She was so ready for him already. He lifted the silk so it sat above her waist and spread her legs so he could get a look at her hot sex. The pink petals were glistening with moisture and swollen with need. He couldn’t resist taking a taste.



He lowered his head between her legs and took a tentative lick of her clit. She rose off the bed, effectively shoving her wet cunt in his face. He wrapped a strong arm around her waist, holding her in place as he drank her nectar like a man dying of thirst. He rubbed his whole face in her heat, rubbing his nose on her clit as she writhed and twitch under his ministrations. She was moaning and her head was thrashing from side to side. He could feel her pleasure building inside her through the bond and he groaned into her cunt in response. She was close now, so he places his lips over her clit and sucked hard on her nub and curled a finger slightly into her sheath. She broke apart and a flood of wetness flowed out onto his hand as he tried to breath himself through the feelings of her orgasm.



Hermione sat up, eyes wild staring at him hungrily as he sat between her thighs. She pulled him up to her and saw his hand covered in her release. She took the hand and lowered it, still dripping, onto his cock. Guiding his hand to cover his cock in her juices as she looked at the large pulsing member with need as she helped him stroke himself, wetting his cock with the juices from her release.



From behind him, Severus felt Hermione’s leg pulling him in towards her body. She was directing him to her core. She looked him in the eyes with no hesitation, and removed her hand from his. He placed himself at her entrance and she dug her heels into his ass, begging him silently to go further. His cock slid in just a little and they were rewarding with another shock of electricity.



Severus hovered there, pushing slightly in and out with just the head of his cock. She was so tight, but soaked with arousal. He was looking at his cock in her pussy with awe and she gave him another dig with her heels. He looked into her eyes and saw nothing but desire and need, he pulled back and thrust in, feel her barrier burst. He felt small stab of pain, and so did Hermione, but her pain was immediately eclipsed by the feeling of his cock spreading her wide, and the shared throbs of pleasure she felt pulsing off her mate in waves.



Severus sat there a moment, trying to keep himself in check, but he felt Hermione moving impatiently below him, trying to get some friction desperately out of him.



He began to move slowly through her tight sleeve, feeling the soft wet walls around him like a glove. He pushed through again and again, feeling every nook and cranny over the head of his cock. He growled deeply as she swiveled her hips. “Please,” she gasped, “More. I need more. Harder.”



His eyes were dark as he looked at her, “As you wish, little witch.”



He pulled nearly all the way out, feeling mindless pleasure as her wall suctioned his cock trying to keep it inside. He thrust forward fast and hard, impaling her on his rock hard shaft. He thrust in and out like a jackhammer, wrapping one hand around her waist, pulling her into him as he grabbed the back of her neck in a display of dominance.



He was pistoning in her like she was a greased engine, her breast bouncing from the power behind his thrust, he head was lolled back, mouth open with breathy moans and puffs of forced exhalation.



He changed positions suddenly and moved her legs to one side, watching his cock going in and out of her closed thighs slick with sweat and release. The new position had her cunt clasping at his cock and he felt a new wave of feminine orgasm coming on. Hermione could feel rolls of pleasure sweeping her body and a coil in her pelvis was tightening, fit to explode. Severus placed a hand in between her thighs and pressed a rough thumb on her clit and she went rigid, her cunt holding Severus’ cock like a vise with shuddering walls.



Severus gritted his teeth so he wouldn’t go over the edge. He wasn’t ready to be done yet. As her sheath loosened slightly, he slipped out and flipped Hermione on her stomach where she landed with a surprised puff of air.



He placed a pillow under her hips, propping her luscious ass up like a prize. He slid back into her still pulsing heat with a groan accompanied by a helpless whimper of pleasure from Hermione.



He pressed down on the small of her back and grabbed her hair tightly, but not painfully as he began to thrust in her wetness again. The way he was fucking her looked like he was holding a bow and arrow. She moaned in pleasure when he pulled her hair up and she bowed back in an arch. He was fucking her deeply and firmly, with every stroke she felt him hit some elusive spot of pleasure she had never known about. She could feel herself on his cock through the bond, her cunt gripped him greedily. She felt his tongue licking a line of sweat up her back and she shuddered. He leaned towards her ear and began fucking her more powerfully. Deeper than she knew he could reach, it felt like he was fucking her up to her throat. His cock was pulling out almost all the way with every thrust, the head of his cock reaching the last circle of suction before thrusting all the way back in. Severus growled and bit her neck softly. “Mine. He said, punctuated by a deep thrust that made her cunt shake. “Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine” He thrust deeper into her with every utterance and she felt her sheath swelling with another rush of pleasure. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire and she knew that Severus could feel it too. He began pummeling her body, her ass bouncing and smacking into his thrusts, her cunt began a desperate clutching and he went harder still. “You—Are—My—Witch” and she saw stars behind her eyelids as her body collapsed into pleasure.



Severus stiffened behind her, with a loud shaking groan he spilled torrents of seed into her welcoming heat, feeling it washing back on to him and flowing around her warm tunnel. He shuddered with unbelievable pleasure and fell over her, still inside of her as she pulsed around him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to her side and into his chest. They melded together on the sweaty satin sheets, and with a raised feminine finger, the lights went out in the room.


A/N: Last chappie until at least Monday, but I got you your Lemonade!