Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

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Chapter 55 ~ Another Small Interruption

Severus lost himself in the taste, scent, sound and feel of Hermione, claiming the moaning witch with his tongue, teeth and lips, holding her thighs steady as she writhed, calling out his name. The witch began to slide down the sofa, her head hitting the cushion.

Instead of helping her up, the Potions Master stood and turned her hips so she was inverted over the back of the sofa, swept his hair back, then dove into her pussy again, this time his black eyes locked to her face and twisting body as he did so, drinking in how powerfully Hermione was responding to him. The witch said she didn't like oral sex? No she didn't like it.

She loved it

Seeing how wantonly Hermione reacted to his ministrations, that was the only clear conclusion the dark wizard could come to. Soon, she'd 'come' to it too.

Severus intended to make her explode.

Overcome by the Potions Master's warm mouth on her so intimately, Hermione wasn't sure which end was up, but whichever end it was she didn't want to change the position one bit as pulse after pulse of pleasure shot through her body. The last time this was done to her was eleven years ago, but even the pensieve wasn't this intense. Severus left no part of her anatomy untouched, his tongue licking and probing, his teeth teasing, his mouth suckling and lips caressing as he took his fill of her sweet, wet and luscious pussy.

Gods. Hermione could barely process what was happening to her. She was upside down and hanging over the back of her living room sofa, being pleasured by the wizard of her fantasies from years ago. A wizard she thought she would hate forever. But he was here now, her lover, taking her without restraint, bringing her to the brink with his tongue. Merlin, the web weaved by the Fates must contain quite a few strands of irony.

Suddenly Hermione cried out as an intense knot of sweetness tightened in her belly

Severus stopped watching the witch as she began to shudder, her thighs trying to crush his head. He drew back for a moment, forcing her legs wider, and dove back in, thrusting his tongue deep inside her, fucking the witch with his tongue, his black hair falling over her belly now.

Severus drank in Hermione's preflow, waiting for the prize, and it wasn't long in coming as the witch shrieked and caught his hair, yanking it painfully as she arched and orgasmed, her hot, sweet release pouring out of her, wetting his entire face.

"Damn," Severus thought as he swallowed her juices down. It was as if the witch popped like a squeezed grape. Not that it was a bad thing.

Hermione writhed, biting her lip against the powerful waves of pleasure washing over her body. It felt as if she were laying in an ocean of bliss, the tide flowing over her.

"Oh my gods, Severus," she panted, bringing her hand to her mouth and biting her finger as the wizard sucked and licked at her furiously, getting every drop he had pulled from her.

The gasping witch was covered in perspiration and the back of the sofa was wet as well as the cushion where her shoulders rested. She began to spiral down, the waves slowing as they continued to pulse through her, though Severus' questing tongue hadn't let up. She could feel the wetness under her and idly thought she'd have to deep clean the sofa. Good thing the wizard had inverted her. Her orgasm would have soaked into the fibers.

Suddenly Hermione buckled as Severus gave her his parting licks, his supple tongue flicking over her clit. Then again, maybe her release wouldn't have made it to the sofa. It didn't seem as if the Potions Master missed a drop of it.

Severus straightened, licking his lips, his black eyes smoldering down at Hermione, still holding her in place. Her hair was spread wildly over the sofa cushion, her amber eyes glazed with passion as she met his gaze

"You are full of ambrosia, witch," he said to her, his voice sounding like raw silk, "Pure ambrosia."

Hermione panted up at her lover. She didn't know what to say to this, so she said nothing. Severus reached down and grasped her arms, pulling her upward so she was sitting on the back of the sofa. He moved between her legs and kissed her. Hermione could taste her musky juices on his lips and tongue. It was an odd taste, not unpleasant. However, the witch found tasting herself on the wizard aroused her. Was this even more proof she was sexually twisted?

Severus pulled back from her mouth and pressed his tented boxers against her.

"Do I need to cast a contraceptive spell on you?" he asked her, a growl in his voice. He wanted in now.

"No. After last weekend I went and got a patch," Hermione said, tapping her thigh so the magical red patch became visible. Then she tapped it again and it disappeared.

Severus tightened his grip on the witch's waist, smirking at her.

"So you knew we would have another encounter so soon then?" he asked her, his eyebrow arching.

Hermione looked at the pale wizard. He had the most amazing, compelling eyes she'd ever seen.

"After our game of hide and seek last week, I figured I'd better get a patch as soon as possible. You're not a wizard that takes 'no' easily Severus. You're capable of anything at anytime. You threatened to take me to my bedroom and ravish me if I didn't play your game," she said softly.

The Potions Master looked at her soberly.

"I would have too. You wanted me. The real me. You needed to be fucked, Hermione…and fucked properly," he said in a low voice. "Your protestations would have meant nothing to me. Once I was inside you, your song would have changed, believe me."

Then he kissed her again, his tongue scouring every part of her mouth as he did so. Hermione swore her pussy started clapping together. She was so ready to be 'fucked properly' again by the wizard. Severus moved from her mouth to her throat, sliding his lips over it, suckling gently. Suddenly, he latched on to her neck, using his teeth as well as his lips, sucking and nibbling, marking Hermione's throat as the witch gasped against him. He pulled back to examine his work.

"Nice," he said softly as he examined the large red mark on the witch's neck. "I know giving a witch a hickey is a rather juvenile act…but it gives me pleasure to see it on you. To know I placed it there."

Hermione brought her hand up to her neck, feeling the tenderness of his mark.

"A hickey from Severus Snape," she said, shaking her head slightly. "Who would believe it?"

"Anyone who sees my mark," the wizard replied.

Hermione realized that Severus purposely put that mark on her to be seen. At work, she wore her hair up in a bun. The hickey would be clearly visible.

"Severus! You marked me on purpose. I'm going to have to wear a glamour for the next five days at least!" she said, frowning at him.

"I guess it is rather unseemly that the Assistant Spells Department Head for the Ministry should enter work wearing clear evidence that a very randy wizard was sucking on her neck over the weekend," Severus replied, smirking.

Hermione was about to answer him when there was a knock on the door. Both she and Severus turned their heads at the sound. Severus then looked at her.

"Expecting late company, Hermione?" he asked her, feeling his belly tighten a bit.

Who would be coming to see the witch at this hour? She hadn't wanted him to come this weekend. Did she have someone else she was involved with?

"No," she said, looking perplexed. "I have no idea who that could be."

Severus studied her. No. Hermione wasn't that kind of witch. If she had another lover she wouldn't have been so stuck on the pensieve or so hot for him.

The knock sounded again, heavier this time.

"You'd better let me go, Severus. I need to put on my robe and answer the door. It could be something important," she said to him softly. The wizard helped her down and watched her walk quickly down the hallway, her ass shifting invitingly.

He sighed and looked down at his tented boxers. He hoped whoever it was would leave quickly.

The knocking continued as Hermione reappeared, tying her housecoat around her.

"I'm coming," she called walking toward the door, her wand in hand.

Severus moved closer so he could hear who it was, but remained out of sight.

Hermione stopped by the front door.

"Who is it?" she called.

"It's Justice, Hermione. Open up," the Auror said from the other side of the door, swaying slightly.

He had been drinking and got it into his mind that Hermione had to be randy and he might get a little piece from her for old time's sake.

Severus stiffened immediately when he heard the Auror ask to be let in.

Hermione was shocked. What the hell was Justice doing standing outside her door? They were finished.

"What do you want?" she called back at him.

"To see you. Talk to you," he responded, one hand resting on the doorsill expectantly.

"Well, I'm kind of busy right now, Justice. We can talk at work," she said.

"No. I want to talk to you now," he insisted, starting to bang on the door again.

Severus scowled. He knew exactly what Mr. Forall wanted. He was here for sex, probably thinking Hermione had no one to service her and was randy. Well, the wizard was very mistaken. A small growl issued from the Potions Master's throat as his territorial instincts kicked in. Hermione was his now, and in much more capable hands than Mr. Forall's. He walked up to Hermione, who was staring at the door terrified. He was still in his boxers.

"Open the door, Hermione," he said in a low voice, his eyes glittering like diamonds. "Let him see who you are busy with."

"No Severus," she said in a small voice as the pounding on the door continued. It was starting to shudder.

"Open up, Hermione!" Justice said from the other side of the door. "Or I'll open it myself. The hard way."

If the witch had been alone, most likely she would have been forced to hex the inebriated wizard.

Severus stepped behind the door.

"Open it," he hissed at Hermione.

Hermione slowly turned the knob and opened the door. Justice looked down at her.

"Getting ready for bed, Hermione?" he asked pushing his way in.

Justice would never have done this if he were sober. Since breaking up with Hermione he began to drink more and more at the Three Broomsticks. Sure, he had dated a couple of witches, but he saw Hermione every day, and thought about how he used to fuck her. He had invested five years in the witch. She should have given him a goodbye fuck at least. In his liquored-up mind, she owed him one.

"Yes…in a manner of speaking," she replied, her eyes shifting toward Severus, whose hands were clenched into fists as he listened.

"You should let me join you," the Auror said, his eyes glittering at the witch. "I know it's been a while for you now. You must be randy. You miss old Justice, don't you?"

Severus stepped from behind the door.

"Not as much as you may think, Mr. Forall," he said silkily, grasping Hermione by her shoulders and pulling her possessively to his side.

Justice stared at the Potions Master. He was dressed only in his boxers and Justice could smell Hermione on him. The Auror's eyes shifted to the witch.

"I see the pensieve wasn't enough. You had to fuck this ugly bastard again. Don't you have any self-respect, Hermione? Is his cock big enough to make you forget eleven years of abandonment?" Justice said to her nastily.

"Things have changed, Justice…it's…it's not like that anymore. He's taken responsibility," Hermione said as Severus scowled at the Auror, trying to decide where he was going to hit him first. Maybe his jaw. It worked once before.

"So that erases eleven years of you raising Mathias by yourself? I don't think so. I think you just relived that pensieve and wanted him to fuck you again. That's probably why you dumped me so quickly after meeting him, you fucking cock-hungry who…" the Auror hissed.

He never got a chance to finish the sentence. Hermione screamed as Severus slammed his fist into the wizard's jaw as hard as he could, the side of the Auror's head smashing into the door, knocking him unconscious.

Severus watched Justice slide down the door into a crumpled heap, shaking his hand a bit.

"Oh my gods, Severus. You've killed him," Hermione gasped as she dropped to check to see if the wizard was still breathing. He was.

Severus looked at her.

"If I hadn't been here, Hermione, you would have been forced to do worse than that to Mr. Forall. It was clear to see that he wasn't about to take no for an answer. He felt you owed him a final fuck," the wizard said, moving the witch out of the way and grabbing Justice by his arm.

Severus dragged the unconscious Auror away from the door, opened it, then dragged him through, down the walkway, out of Hermione's yard and up the street, where he left him propped up against a neighbor's fence. The wizard briskly walked back to Hermione, who was standing on the doorstep looking horrified. Severus wiped his bare feet on the welcome mat, caught the witch by her shoulders and walked her back into the house, closing and locking the door behind them.

"You're not just going to leave him out there?" Hermione asked him as Severus walked her back into the living room. He strode over to his robes and fished out his wand, then returned to the foyer and securely warded the front door. He then returned to the living room.

"What do you suggest I do, Hermione? Lay him on the sofa and apply a never-melting ice pack? Take him to St. Mungos? Mr. Forall got what he asked for. He was rude and insulting to you. I wasn't going to stand by and let him treat you that way. He's lucky that's all I did to him," the wizard said darkly, pointing his wand at her. "Divesto."

Suddenly, Hermione was naked again. Severus backed her up against the back of the sofa, and lifted her up, setting her down on it. His eyes glinted at her.

"Now, where were we, witch?" he asked silkily, pressing his growing erection tightly between her legs.

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A/N: Wow. What a disruption. :::shaking head::: Justice needs to get his drinking under control. It could have been much, much worse. Now back to the lemons. Please review.