A Maid in the Devil's Manor

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Chapter 50 ~ Cat Scratch Fever ~ Hermione Style

Hermione watched as Severus’ black eyes raked down her body, resting on his cock positioned between her thighs. He had her legs hooked over his shoulders so her pussy was helplessly open to him, the soft, pink flesh between her labia clearly visible, the warm, hole gaping slightly. The Potions Master licked his lips unconsciously, and Hermione thought it was the sexiest thing she had ever seen as his eyes returned to her face, studying her, his head cocking a bit as she looked down on her.

“Were you always this wanton, Hermione? I wouldn’t have suspected you loved cock so much,” he breathed, dipping his cock into her slightly, the fat head entering her about an inch or so. Hermione groaned, and bucked her hips up at him, wanting more depth. So he was back to this again. Bastard.

Severus withdrew then dipped only the swollen head into her again a few times, groaning as he selfishly stimulated himself with short, jerking motions, a smirk on his face as she thrust her hips forward desperately and cursed at him.

Hermione grasped his ass tightly with her small hands and tried to drag him down so he would slide his long shaft deep within her. He resisted, bouncing his head in her a little as held himself aloft. She frowned up at him, biting her lip with need and frustration.

Finally, pissed and desperate for release, Hermione stuck her nails into Severus’ lower back, and pulled, drawing eight fine lines of blood across his pale skin. Severus roared at the pain, grabbed her wrists, holding her hands down so she couldn’t scratch him again, and snarling, slammed his cock into her viciously, cursing.

“Oh shit! Severus!” she shrieked as the irate Potions Master began to fuck her.

“You minx! You want this that bad?” he hissed, pounding into Hermione, the darkness rolling over him as he buried himself into her softness, intent on giving her the hardest fucking of her life.

Hermione let out a steady stream of broken, rhythmic wails as Severus tore into her, his black eyes burning into her amber orbs, driving his iron hard shaft to the hilt over and over, smashing into her cervix. His pelvis slapped against her thighs and he rebounded off her body as the mattress threw her back into his thrusts.

Hermione writhed under his pounding, unable to do anything but submit as her body swallowed his cock, the soft inner skin clutching at his hardness, bathing him in her increasing wetness. Brutal as he was, he was feeding a dark need in her to be possessed, to lose her sense of self and become part of another. Every stroke of the Potion Master’s cock brought her closer to a place she yearned to go, a place she couldn’t reach without him. There was pain but a deeper pleasure welling up from her depths, a longing for all of his strength, to know intimately what power surged inside the dark wizard, and a need to reach that point of breaking beyond anything she had ever experienced. Severus was like another heartbeat, pounding between her thighs, testing the limits of her passion, raw, untamed, feral, finding the true pulse beneath all she was, taking her body into the realm of his control, and leading her quaking and shuddering to the point of ultimate release.

“Is this what you like, Hermione?” the Potions Master hissed down at her, his black hair a rapidly swinging curtain around his face, his eyes intense, his body flexing and surging as he plowed into her repeatedly, showing no sign of letting up. He felt pleasure, but this was about more than pleasure, this was about showing Hermione the side of him she hadn’t seen before, the side of him she released when she opted to give him pain. He pulled back and rammed his cock deep into her, making her buckle and shriek, yet her eyes were still hungry, still hot. She wasn’t running. She was taking everything he had to give her.

“Is this what you like?” he hissed at the witch jerking below him, “Answer me, Hermione!”

“Yes!” she sobbed

Severus released her hands and dropped on her, covering her body with his own, skin-to-skin. He let her legs down off his shoulders and locked his mouth to hers, plundering it with his tongue wildly. He slipped his arms under her back and grasped her shoulders with his hands. He continued to drive into her, using her shoulders for leverage, pulling himself into her, jerking his wet body forward so he slid slickly over her, plunging into her so hard she arched under him as he hit bottom and moved beyond it. He released her mouth and pressed his face against her cheek, and began whispering in her ear as he continued fucking her.

“I know you saw me naked, Hermione. At the Ministry, you mentioned my scars. I wondered how you knew. You watched me. You saw all of me,” he said, falling to her throat and groaning as she began to heat up, working her hips desperately at his words. He knew and it turned her on that he knew she had secretly watched him. Severus responded to her increasing ardor, slamming into her harder, again and again, gyrating his pelvis, rolling his cock hungrily inside her, working Hermione to a fever pitch as his own release approached. He was going with her this time.

An intense sweetness began to grow in the pit of Hermione’s belly, and rolled through her body, slow, like molasses, like thick honey, a sensation so sweet, so bliss-filled that she whimpered and let out a long guttural purr as her toes began to curl against the beauty of it. Severus felt her begin to tighten around him, and looked into her eyes, fascinated by the passionate fluctuations he saw there, slowing his stroke to a gentler motion as her body moved sensuously beneath him, undulating in increasing ecstasy.

Her eyes locked to his suddenly and she whispered, full of wonder, “Severus. Severus, what are you doing to me?”

“What you need done, Hermione,” he whispered back passionately, the darkness receding. He locked his mouth to hers as she climaxed with a gentle cry, and drifted away, quaking softly, to bliss beyond bliss. Severus groaned as her inner body locked around his cock, the pressure drawing him in, pleasure rippling over his shaft as her release broke over him in subtle waves of liquid heat. He stiffened, hissed and released, shooting his own powerful pulses of fire deep into her body, shuddering as he clasped her to him, body straining, his mouth dropping open in pleasure at their mutual eruption and flow. They rode their climax out together, a slow roll through what had to be heaven.

Severus relaxed heavily on the witch beneath him for several minutes, feeling her heart pounding against his chest, savoring his sense of completeness before raising himself slightly and looking down at her. Her eyes were half-lidded and sleepy, her amber irises meeting his through her lush lashes. She shifted slightly as Severus kissed her lips gently, then rolled off of her to his back, his face turned toward her.

“You shouldn’t have scratched me,” he said softly, his eyes glittering.

Hermione looked at him consideringly from beneath her lashes.

After a moment she said, “After that toe-curling orgasm, your back is hereby placed on notice. Now I know what sets you off and I will use it if I need to.”

Severus raised himself up on his elbow and looked down at her.

“You mean to tell me,” he said, “that you will resort to causing me pain in order to reach your own selfish ends?”

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” Hermione replied, her amber eyes flashing at him defiantly, but lustfully.

Severus lay back down and slipped his arm under the witch’s shoulders, drawing her into him, sighing and closing his eyes.

“You really should have been in Slytherin,” he observed.

“I don’t know about that,” Hermione responded, “but I know one thing. I certainly like Slytherin in me.”

Severus smirked and pulled her even closer, not opening his eyes.

“Sleep,” he said.

Hermione yawned, and complied.

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A/N: More lemoniness. Hermione is something else. She’s a definite “gimmee girl” Please review.