Through the Looking Glass ~ COMPLETED

Chapter 53 ~ Playing the Role

Professor and student kissed hungrily, Snape buried inside Hermione, her thighs draped over his arms and body open to him like a beautiful flower. He began to stroke her, gently at first, the hot warmth of her soft flesh, gripping and pulling at him as he returned to her again and again. Hermione moaned, then sent a ripple down his shaft that made the wizard gasp and break their kiss, his face contorted.

“Orgasm balls?” he asked her, licking his lips.

”Jade eggs,” she answered him softly.

”My gods,” the wizard said, pressing his face into her shoulder, thrusting deep inside her, Hermione rewarding him with another tight ripple, this time up and down his thick length. He began to move faster, hitting Hermione with more power, the witch crying out as he pulled her away from the wall and stood with her, lifting her body and letting her weight drop her back down on his stiff, glistening member.

”Yes, Hermione—ugh—yes! So wet, so tight—give it—“

The Transfiguration teacher tore into Hermione as if he’d gone mad, squelching through her slickness, his robes beginning to stick to his body from perspiration as he fed his lust and longing. Still, he wasn’t brutal, just very, very thorough.

Hermione’s head fell back, her mouth open, eyes closed in bliss, the professor’s dark eyes watching her surrender as he took her to the heights, adding his own thrust, driving deep into her core. Suddenly she tightened around him, her head snapping forward and her eyes ablaze.

”You’re so fucking good!” she gasped before burying her face against his throat and orgasming, her juices running down over his cock. Snape felt his heart swell at her words and ran with Hermione to the sofa and quickly laid her on her back, diving back headfirst between her legs, wrapping his arms around her thighs to hold her in place, his tongue lashing her undulating body as he collected her gift again. She was too delicious to let any part of her go to waste. He suckled, licked at and kissed her core as if it were another hot mouth to part and explore. Hermione was barely lucid under the rush of soft, supple pleasuring that followed his hard, this-side-of-brutal possession.

But Snape eventually remembered his character and immediately stood up, shrugged his damp robes off his shoulders, stepped out of the dingy gray briefs wrapped around his calves and caught Hermione by her hair. He pulled her up to a sitting position as he sat down on the sofa, still holding on firmly to her locks, his legs gapped wide and glistening cock standing at attention.

Hermione’s eyes were hot and dazed. They went a bit cross-eyed as she stared at his erection. Snape leaned back against the arm of the chair, pulling her forward gently but with purpose. He was much gentler than his counterpart, but equally demanding.
Hermione was drawn forward, now on her knees, hovering over that huge, shining cock. He still had her hair gathered in his fist and he tugged on it a little.

”You know what to do, witch,” Snape hissed at her, his eyes hot in anticipation of those soft full lips wrapped around him. “Show me your skills. Show me how good you are.”

Hermione looked up at Snape, and for an instant, he flashed from the dark illusion of the Potions master, the gaunt, harsh face and lank hair, to the more attractive, sexually reciprocal counterpart, then back again. It did nothing to dampen the witch’s lust for him, however. In fact, the quick stutter of magic excited her even more.

Slowly she wrapped her hand around the based of Snape’s cock, the wizard sighing and letting his hand drop away from her hair as she leaned over him and let a slow string of saliva drip from between her lips, landing on the head of his cock. Snape made a sound as he watched her, then closed his eyes as she slowly slid his foreskin up to cover his shaft and head and tweaked it, then caught the flesh-covered head of his cock and twisted slightly, turning the skin, Snape’s thighs trembling at the sensation before she slowly drew it back down, the thick glans lubricated with her spit. Then she lightly slapped it, Snape gasping as she looked at him with a wicked smirk and did it again.

”Shit!” Snape hissed, turned on by the small, naughty mistreatment of his tool. No student had ever slapped it before. Hermione purposely wet her index finger with her mouth, then slid her other hand down his shaft now, cupping his balls with her palm and using her wet forefinger to tickle his perineum, the small stretch of skin between his scrotum and anus. He began to pant as she expertly manipulated him, covering his cock with her soft mouth at the same time.

Shit, the witch truly knew what she was doing. Hermione swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, using her tongue to tap the two sensitive points just beneath the flute before applying gentle suction, beginning to bob, sliding her mouth over that massive staff. She could taste his pre-cum, seeping out from his arousal and excitement.

”Yesssss,” Snape breathed, letting his head fall back and letting this marvelous head job happen. Hermione slid her finger to his anus and pressed, running the tip around the edge of it.
Fuck.

”You gifted little Slytherin,” Snape hissed, smoothing her hair and capturing it in his fist, beginning to thrust a bit. “Deeper—take me deeper, Hermione.”

Hermione did, relaxing her throat and taking him down a ways, engulfing his cock and making gulping sounds as she moved faster and faster. Snape helped her, gagging her a bit, but stopping long enough so she could recover. It was what his counterpart had done, but as he did so, he caressed her, praised her and encouraged her, giving her the hurt/comfort aspect that she craved, but in a controlled manner, the epitome of the perfect dominator.

In turn, Hermione worshipped his cock, easily giving the Transfiguration teacher one of the best blow jobs he’d ever had. And he’d had a lot of them, given by both witches and wizards. Hermione used her mouth like a trained instrument, lips, teeth and tongue all playing a part in the symphony of Fellatio she was laying on the wizard. Snape flipped her over to her back and straddled her face, taking over, burying his cock in her mouth, holding her nose for a second or two, making her cough a bit. But the look in her eyes told him his approach was working. He gave her a bit of a break, spitting between her breasts then fucking them with abandon, his illusion continuing to flicker back and forth between the Severus Snape of the alternate universe and himself.

Hermione stared up at the wizard, his pale, thin body, the grimace of pleasure on his face as he bunched her breasts around his cock and drew it back and forth between them, her skin slick with saliva and his leakage. Suddenly he jerked and he stopped moving, breathing heavily, his head dropping and hair curtaining his face. He was very still and slowly released her breasts, his cock literally throbbing against her as he fought the powerful urge to climax, his eyes squeezed shut as he silently counted down from twenty.

After a minute, he climbed off of her and stood up, catching her roughly by the wrist and pulling her up from the sofa and against his body, capturing her mouth in another deep, sensual kiss, breathing in the scent of her. So, primal, so female.

”Time for bed, Hermione,” he growled against her lips, then started walking toward the bedroom, pulling her roughly behind him, focusing on the next part of the journey. There was much more to do extra credit-wise, some things involving whipped cream and cherries, bondage and other delightfully naughty games, but the Transfiguration teacher wanted to first exorcise this demon from the witch. Perhaps, after the first round was over and she received her much-needed closure, she’d accept him as he was and not as his counterpart for the rest of the night.

It all depended on how thorough he was in his role.

And thorough he was as he slung Hermione in the bed and leapt on top of her, much in the way the Potions master had. He soon had Hermione crying out, struggling but not giving him the safe word. He bent and twisted her just as ardently as the Potions master had, but with much more delight and praise. He didn’t verbally abuse you but expressed true delight in how she gave herself to him, and how strong she was. Let there be no doubt about it, Hermione Granger was a strong witch and could take as well as give a pounding. He gave her a chance to go for hers, something his counterpart didn’t do, to his detriment, because she had just as brutal and hungry a nature as he did. There was quite a bit of face and chest slapping going on as she rode him like a cowgirl on a wildly bucking bronco. This Snape might not like wet bed sheets, but his entire bed was soaked from their frenzied couplings. She even spanked him back when she got the chance, both sets of cheeks reddened as they pumped and jiggled and battled for dominance.

Snape’s hair was plastered to his head, and Hermione sported nothing but ringlets as they rode, mouths and bodies locked in a rhythmic thrust and grind toward ecstasy, Snape letting out an anguished howl as Hermione’s nails raked across his back. He ejaculated strongly, come splashing around their connection as he strained to press every pulsing inch of his cock inside the climaxing witch. He was in his own form by the end of their first round, his pale, unscarred body finding the witch’s sweet spot again and again, Hermione feeling as if she were going to die from pleasure.

It would be one of the better ways to go.

Snape dropped heavily on top of her. They had finished in standard missionary position, except he had one arm wrapped around one of her thighs and her leg drawn against her chest. He released her leg, and kissed her once more, letting out a long breath before rolling off the witch.

Hermione lay on her back, covered in sweat, her skin gleaming, her hair almost as dark as Snape from wetness. Her breasts rose and fell heavily as he lay beside her, looking at her profile. She didn’t have a lick of make-up left but she was still so beautiful.

Hermione turned to look at her Transfiguration teacher. Her eyes were thoughtful.

“You’re a decent fuck, professor. I wouldn’t have believed it. I guess you really can’t tell the potency of a potion by its label,” she said a bit breathlessly.

Actually, Hermione was highly impressed, but she was still a Slytherin. She wasn’t about to tell a Gryffindor he was the best lay she ever had.

Snape quirked an eyebrow at her.

”So, did you receive the closure you required to move past my counterpart’s abysmal treatment of your charms? And believe me, Hermione, you have charms. The man was a fool to have denied himself such pleasure because of his selfishness,” he said softly.

Hermione blinked at him.

”You really think that?” she asked him.

Snape could discern just a bit of vulnerability in her voice. She needed reassurance.

”Yes, I do. Any man would be a fool to abuse a witch like you,” he said, feeling awkward and guilty at telling a student this.

”You’re not supposed to do pillow talk, professor. I could get you sacked,” she told him, frowning slightly.

”Yes, but then, you wouldn’t be able to do extra credit with me for the rest of the year,” he responded with a smile.

Hermione tried to scowl at him, then she laughed despite herself.

“Well, I should have at least one teacher for non-written extra credit,” she admitted. “It’s going to take a while getting used to doing paperwork. I bet the teachers pile it on, too, whenever they give in.”

“You students will be able to negotiate if you put your minds to it, Hermione. Remember, they’re going to have to grade all that paperwork, and fairly.”

”Still, I should have something familiar . . . just so I don’t get nostalgic or anything,” she said, rolling to face him now, resting on her elbow as she studied him.

”You lost your illusion near the end,” she said softly. She idly ran a finger through his damp hair.

He nodded.

”Apparently, you no longer needed the illusion,” he replied softly. “The ROR always provides what you need.”

Hermione continued to study him.

”You kept flickering the entire time. I suppose the room thought I needed you, not him.”

Snape smirked.

”The ROR doesn’t think. It just magically adjusts to suit the user’s needs. You are the one who thought you didn’t need him. You accepted me as I am.”

Hermione didn’t say anything. She just continued to look at him, her brown eyes sweeping down his long, pale, unmarked body. He really was more attractive than dark Snape, and a better lover. Much better.

Suddenly the room fuzzed into the wizard’s bedroom, the role-playing portion of their night together over with. But there were still a lot of things to do. Sexy things.

Suddenly, there was a tinging sound. It was Snape’s magic mirror. Triska was calling to see how his night was going with the Slytherin witch. He hadn’t come to her flat this weekend in preparation for his time with Hermione. She thought that a bit odd, and a bit out of character. He usually didn’t do students on weekends. When he told her Hermione was a special case, she felt a slight flicker of jealousy, which was neither good nor normal in a free society. The witch stared at her own reflection, waiting for him to pick up. He always picked up, even if he were actively engaging a student.

Snape lay there, unmoving as the mirror tinged relentlessly.

Finally Hermione asked him, “Aren’t you going to get that?”

Snape looked toward the mirror on the dresser for a moment then back at her, feeling his cock throb a bit.

”No. Let it ring. We still have points to issue,” he purred, rolling over on the witch again. Hermione let out a giggling shriek in response to his attack before his mouth covered hers.

Triska let the mirror ring for almost fifteen minutes before finally giving up.

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A/N: Nice night. :) So, Severus didn’t pick up the mirror this time. Lol. Thanks for reading. ***