Through the Looking Glass ~ COMPLETED

Chapter 52 ~ A Bit of Foreplay

The alternate Snape never once kissed her during their interaction, so the passionate claiming of her mouth by this Snape was very welcomed and made her feel his desire in a more intimate, acceptable manner. But he held her tightly as he kissed her, making sure she knew he was the one controlling this encounter.

Snape pulled back from her mouth, then released her, backing toward the sofa. He sat down, his eyes slowly and purposely drifting over her body. He leaned back against the sofa, sliding downward a bit, slumping slightly. He began to slowly unfasten the front of his robes, his pale fingers slowly undoing the fasteners. The imprint of his cock was visible, the black fabric falling around it, showing a thick, sausage-like bulge. Hermione’s brown eyes rested on it for a moment. She was flushed and already hot. What was he doing? Why was he on the couch rather than on her?

”Strip for me,” Strip hissed at her. “Take off every stitch of your clothing, Hermione. Everything. I want to see the hot little body I’m going to ride like a broom. Do it slowly. I’ve waited a long time for this.”

Hermione blinked at him, rather stunned at his pronouncement.

In normal instances of extra credit, teachers were forbidden to make any remarks that could be deemed as personal or too intimate. They weren’t permitted for example to comment on a student’s body in any manner, or make overtly sexual comments despite the intimacy occurring. Comments on tightness, wetness or any other pleasurable aspects were not allowed, nor were comments about personal desire. When Snape had taken the alternate Hermione’s virginity, it was by the book. He made no comments except to say at the end it had been pleasurable. That was permitted

Snape’s dark eyes rested on her, and he smirked slightly, continuing to unbutton his robes.

”As an aside, Hermione, since this is a role-play situation I am permitted to express personal interest and appreciation for you in any manner I chose as long as it could possibly fall within the boundaries of my character fulfilling your needs,” he purred at her. “It serves to make the fantasy more ‘real’ for both of us, therefore is acceptable. Now, get naked. I will not break character again.”

Hermione began to unbutton her robes, her brown eyes resting on the wizard. His thin, pale chest was showing as he continued opening his own robes. Suddenly, he flickered, looking as himself for a second before returning to the leaner, more damaged Severus.

Hermione paused for a moment, then pulled her robes open, revealing her school uniform beneath. She felt very naughty although she’d worn much more provocative clothing. It was because of what Snape had said, that he had waited for this for a long time. Role play or not, it felt as if what he said came from his own desire, not that of the character he was playing. So, it was wrong, and the wrongness, the illicitness of those words served as a turn on to the witch. As if she were about to do something she shouldn’t. Break a taboo.

Few things were as hot as breaking taboos. She let the robes slip down her arms and to the floor. Snape sat slumped on the couch, his robes open, his transfigured body visible, one hand underneath the dingy briefs, fondling his still hidden erection as he watched her, his nostrils flared. Well, it wasn’t exactly hidden. There was no way to hide that much meat. It was covered in very stretched cotton fabric that was so sheer from usage that hardly anything was left to the imagination.

”Take it off,” he breathed. “Take it all off, witch.”

Hermione unbuttoned her blouse and Snape shifted upward, sitting up straight now, his eyes falling on the lacy green bra and full breasts within, his black eyes glittering as he slowly fisted the shaft of his cock through his briefs with long slow strokes. He looked as if he were ready to pounce on Hermione, who gave him a little crooked smile as she slid off her blouse.

”Yesssss,” Snape hissed as she hooked her thumbs into her short plaid skirt and swaying slightly, lowered it over her thighs, revealing her green thong.

”Stop! Turn around and pull the skirt down,” Snape ordered, a little rasp in his voice as he watched the Slytherin reveal herself for him.

Hermione slowly turned, bending slightly as she wriggled out of her skirt, her smooth, plump buttocks falling into view. She heard Snape hiss and looked over her shoulder to see he had his cock out now, long, proud and strong, the foreskin shifting back and forth, covering and uncovering the glistening fat head as he slowly fisted himself.

”Beautiful,” he said softly as she stepped out of the skirt and kicked it away. She straightened and swayed her arse sexily, giving him a real show.

”My gods. Turn around, Hermione,” Snape croaked.

Hermione did so, feeling some of her old power restored as she looked at the wizard. His face was contorted with lust and he stopped fisting himself.

”The trainers and socks,” he ordered, watching as Hermione removed them, showing pretty feet and green painted toes. In her green bra and knickers it was easy to see she was Slytherin down to the last detail.

”Remove your bra,” Snape said, his eyes narrowed.

Hermione obediently reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, drawing it slowly down her arms and removing it, dropping it to the floor, revealing her round, dark-tripped breasts. Her nipples were hardened into tight buds of desire.

”Play with them. Caress them. Slap them.”

Hermione closed her eyes and began caressing her breasts, so turned on she could scent herself. She squeezed the full mounds, pinching the nipples, leaning forward and shaking them so they bumped together. She heard Snape groaned and looked at him through her lashes. He was just leaning back on the sofa, his erection standing up on its own, looking like a thick pale dew-tipped mast reaching for the sun. It throbbed slightly.

”Now, put two fingers into your mouth and wet them,” he told her.

Hermione did as he asked, slowly sliding her forefinger and middle finger into her mouth and wetting them, having an idea what he was going to ask her to do.

”Now, slip them into your thong and play with your pussy for me,” Snape growled. “Tickle that tight little twat, Hermione. Make it good. I want to smell you. I’m sure your scent is as delicious as your body.”

Hermione snaked her hand down between her breasts, over her belly and under the string of her thong, letting out a little “ooh” as her wet fingers connected, spreading even more lubrication over her already soaked core. She began to rub, shifting her hips, her eyes slitting like those of a cat as Snape watched her, seeming mesmerized, lost to his own fantasy of finally having Hermione within his grasp. What a hot little witch she was, hotter than any other student he serviced. There were other lovely ones of course, but desire will make one particular witch special whereas all the rest seemed to run together.

As he watched her work her fingers, her body undulating, little beads of perspiration appearing on her forehead and the scent of her filling the study like a heady, musky perfume, Severus Tobias Snape knew that Hermione Granger would never fade into the ranks of female students, never merge into a the sea of mundane and ordinary.

Not for him.

A small pulse of guilt rose within the wizard, but was quickly squelched as Hermione let out a purring sigh, her eyes rolling up in her head as she gave herself a small orgasm. Snape wasted no time jumping up from the couch and striding to her, roughly grabbing the witch and carrying her to the sofa, tossing her down on her back and grasping her legs, pushing them up so she was nearly doubled over, crossing and catching her ankles in one hand and holding them upward as he pulled her thong aside and plunged his tongue deep inside Hermione, penetrating her hot core, before he began tenderly licking up her juices, running his tongue around and over her clit as Hermione gasped with pleasure at his skill.

He studied the pretty little landing strip and the swollen, pink tip

”Such a pretty pussy,” he breathed, blowing his warm breath over it before licking the creases around her labia, catching the overflow, the taste and scent of the witch working him toward near madness.

”Slow down,” he told himself as he felt her grasp his shoulder in reaction. He released her legs, but remained between them, licking and kissing her thighs as she purred, rocking her pelvis and pushing his head down. He pulled back from her core.

”Grab my shoulders and hold on, witch,” he hissed at her.

Hermione let out a shriek as he grasped and lifted her, standing straight up. Her core was still at his face and he held her aloft, Hermione hanging on for dear life as he held her by the waist, continuing his worship of her sex. Hermione had never been put in this kind of position in her life by anyone and it was amazing. Snape was so strong and so good—

”Bloody fucking Baron,” she hissed, her head falling back.

Snape’s appearance flickered again between the wizard he was pretending to be and who he was truly was. He was aware of the flicker and what it meant. It meant he was getting to the witch. Him, not the memory of his counterpart.

He let her slide downward, Hermione’s legs hooking over his arms as he stared at her, face to face, then deliberately kissed her deeply, running his tongue around her heated mouth, coating it with the flavor of her own juices as he caressed her body hungrily, pressing his exposed cock into her heat and thrusting lightly so it ran over her clit. Hermione’s body was on fire, her senses whirling.

Snape was the first wizard in her world that indulged her this way. Her dealings with Tom had been all fellatio, and he was quite gentle, preferring to receive than to force himself. He felt she were worshipping him that way. Tom had issues. Ron and Harry were good, but they were young and anxious. Boys, not fully men yet. And Snape of the alternate universe could hardly be considered a lover by his performance. But this, this was something different. And to think, if she had only given him a chance.

She shuddered as a particularly sweet, sharp sensation fluttered through her because of his rubbing and nearly sobbed at how good it felt. Fluids covered the wizard’s organ, making it shine as the mixed scent of their arousal wafted between them, adding to their lust. Snape walked with her over to the closest book-covered wall and adjusted her so her buttocks rested on the edge of one of the shelves. She was the perfect height for penetration, but he wanted to taste her skin and get his mouth around those luscious breasts. Nearly snarling, the wizard went at her hard, all hands, mouth and lips, slipping one talented hand between her thighs and once again assaulting her most sensitive parts, pausing only for air and to suckle her flavor from his fingers or to smear her own juices on her lips, then suckle them off.

Snape was very into Hermione Granger. And as she orgasmed around his fingers, arching back, his soft mouth wrapped around her nipple, the supple tongue tapping it lightly, sending pulses of pleasure radiating outward, Hermione Granger’s sensation soaked mind and body was aware she was into him as well.

”It’s time to start fucking you, Hermione” the wizard hissed. “And I plan to do it long, hard, deep and unforgettably.”

”Oh my gods,” Hermione gasped as she felt him draw back and rested the hot, hard head of his cock against her core.

”Give it here, witch!” Snape snarled, driving through the Hermione’s slick, tight orifice and filling her to the hilt, his eyes fluttering with pleasure as he drove home for the first time, coming to rest against her cervix. Hermione let out a cry at his strength as he held himself steady and once again claimed her mouth with his own, submerged in her bliss, lost to the tight, throbbing sleeve wrapped around him.

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A/N: Short foreplay chapter, I know. But I’m working at it, ya’ll. Thanks for reading.