Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 56 ~ The Damsel Rewards the Knight

"Don't you want me to test your contraceptive potion?" Hermione asked the wizard.

Severus caressed her thighs gently and looked the witch in her eyes.

"Eventually, Hermione. Not tonight," he replied, "You have the patch."

Hermione suspected Severus was hedging because if the potion didn't work on her…that would mean she might conceive another child. Explaining Mathias to the Dark Lord would be a walk around the lake compared to having to explain a second child. It could cost the wizard his life.

Hermione studied his face as the wizard looked at her quizzically. Severus had just knocked a wizard out cold without hesitation for insulting her….

Suddenly, Hermione felt a surge of desire flow through her so strong, she trembled.

"Are you all right, Hermione?" Severus asked her, his dark eyes searching her face.

"Yes, I'm fine," she said in a low voice, her eyes heating up.

Hermione Granger had never initiated a sexual act in her life, but she felt the wizard deserved some appreciation for what he'd done tonight. He defended her honor after all…that deserved a reward. She thought she knew what Severus would like, even though she wasn't very good at it…yet. Hermione pushed him back gently, but the wizard grabbed hold of both her knees, scowling as she jumped down from the back of the sofa. She was ruining the position.

"What are you doing?" he demanded, frowning at the witch.

Hermione couldn't say what it was she wanted to do. It was too hard to tell the wizard she wanted to suck his cock, too dirty…though she wanted to do it. So, she improvised.

"I think my knight in shining amour's lance deserves a little polishing," she responded, giving him a wry little grin, "though I'm not an expert polisher."

Hermione quickly dropped to her knees so she wouldn't see his reaction to this statement. She was such a coward when it came to her own sexuality.

Both of the Potions Master's eyes widened. Did Hermione just say she wanted to blow him? Merlin.

He looked down at the kneeling witch, and his cock throbbed powerfully, his boxers bouncing in Hermione's face. Severus didn't give a damn if she were an expert. The thought of her wanting to suck his cock was almost enough to make him come.

"I'm sure you'll make it shine, witch," he breathed, gripping the back of the sofa as Hermione tentatively pulled his boxers down, his huge cock bouncing out at her.

The wizard hissed as Hermione's warm mouth closed over him. One of his hands moved to the back of the witch's head, locking in her hair, and Severus tilted his head back, sighing with pleasure as the witch ran her tongue around the swollen head. He hadn't taught her that.

When Hermione heard Severus sigh at the feeling of her tongue, she began to lick and kiss his cock from tip to end, the wizard leaning forward now, sweeping the witch's hair out of the way so he could watch her full lips and tongue move over his pulsing flesh. His cock seemed even more enormous as the petite witch kissed and suckled it, the wizard groaning at the sight and sensation of Hermione servicing his tool. Her tongue snaked around his balls and Severus let out a chocked sound that thrilled the witch, and she sucked both into her mouth, making Severus cry out with pleasure.

This was the first time he had done this, and Hermione felt very empowered as the wizard shuddered, locking both hands in her hair helplessly as she sucked and tongued them, before returning to his long, hard shaft. It was so hot and she could feel the veins throbbing against her lips as she covered every inch of his stiff flesh, egged on by the wizard's groans of pleasure.

"Damn witch. Your ability to learn quickly isn't limited to academics," Severus hissed as her mouth closed over his organ again and Hermione began to suck and bob, her small hands encircling his lubricated shaft and working back and forth so he was fully stimulated.

Gods, she felt so good.

Severus began to guide Hermione's head motions, thrusting into her mouth deeper and faster, his eyes closed and mouth slack as he pushed his cock between her lips over and over. He gagged her twice but it didn't register fully as he felt his balls begin to tighten. Hermione felt the wizard tensing up even as he began to pump into her mouth faster, a low growl growing in volume as he did so. Suddenly, Severus yanked her into his loins, shoving the head of his cock to the back of her throat and releasing with a shout, holding her tight against him as he came.

Hermione felt her mouth fill with his seed and tried to pull back but the wizard held her firmly as he shot jet after jet between her lips, trembling, almost whimpering as he pulsed. Hermione swallowed convulsively, most of his come dribbling out of her mouth and flowing down her chin. It was thick as cream and slightly bitter.

After about a minute, Severus relaxed his hold on her head and withdrew from her mouth, his organ limp and resting against her thigh. Still gasping, he pulled Hermione to her feet, his eyes hot and appreciative as they studied her face and his thick come all over her chin and throat.

"You have got to be the most erotic sight I've ever seen in my life," he breathed at the witch

Severus had witches blow him before, but they all swallowed quite neatly when he came. He had never seen his come on a lovely witch's face until now. He was tempted to spread it over Hermione's skin with his fingertip but restrained himself…this time. He'd have time to be kinky later.

He stepped away from the witch for a moment to retrieve his wand from the endtable on the other side of the sofa, scourgified her, then replaced the wand and returned to her, setting Hermione back on the back of the sofa and kissing her deeply. He could taste himself despite cleansing her. He released her then looked down at his cock.

"I'm afraid my lance didn't hold up after all that polishing," he said, "though I can't remember ever receiving such a passionate shine."

Hermione looked at him, her eyes a bit sad. She thought she had made a bad showing

"I didn't do it right," she said in a small voice, her eyes glistening.

"Oh no. That's not true, Hermione. You did it exactly right. I've never been so turned on by a witch, or quite so…satisfied with the aftermath," he said, recalling his come dripping down her chin. "I may have to seek out Mr. Forall and hit him again if this is the kind of reward I can expect from you."

"Severus, you can't go about beating up wizards in my honor for blow jobs," she said, shaking her head.

"When it comes to you, Hermione…I believe I could be capable of anything," the wizard replied, scooping the witch into his arms and carrying her towards the bedroom. The back of the sofa would have to wait for another night.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, embracing him as he carried her. Severus felt her shift in his arms and move closer. A rather odd feeling shot through the wizard, but he ignored it.

As they entered the bedroom, Severus said to Hermione, "I'm afraid that due to the rather intense polishing session, my lance won't be ready for jousting for a few minutes, m'lady."

He carried her over to the bed and lay her down in it. Hermione slid over making room for the wizard, who climbed in and lay on his back, his eyes closed and face relaxed.

"I'll wait, knight," the witch said, moving a little closer to him.

Severus slipped his arm under her shoulders and pulled her into him.

"Better," he sighed.

Hermione lay there looking at the scars on the Potions Masters body. The ones on his chest were new, the result of his time with the Dark Lord. The result of his sacrifice to make Mathias acceptable to the despot. She traced a scar with her fingertip, and Severus opened one eye as he felt her touch him. Hermione traced another scar, then another, her eyes blinking rapidly. Severus lay silent as her finger moved over the raised welts. He felt her shift and move over him, the witch's lips replacing her fingertip as she gently kissed each scar.

Severus closed his eyes and swallowed, his Adam's apple moving up and down as the witch kissed his body. She wasn't trying to arouse him however. The Potions Master could feel Hermione's compassion and her sympathy as she tenderly kissed his healed flesh. The wizard had rarely experienced any true compassion in his life, and never had it been expressed so honestly. The witch said nothing as she pressed her mouth to his skin. She didn't have to. He knew what she felt. How she felt.

The Potions Master suddenly felt very blessed to have such a gentle, compassionate woman wanting him. So blessed that his erection came back with a vengeance.

When Severus rolled Hermione to her back and climbed on top of her, the witch was surprised. She had looked up while kissing him and he was so still, she thought he might have drifted off to sleep. Obviously he hadn't.

Severus stared down at the witch.

"Why would you want a snarky, unfeeling bastard like me, Hermione?" he asked her quietly..

"You're not unfeeling," the witch replied. She had no argument about him being either snarky or a bastard.

Severus' mouth quirked slightly at her reply.

Then he said, "I don't remotely deserve you, witch, but I am selfish enough to take you anyway. There is so little beauty…"

The wizard stopped speaking, his voice going hoarse as he tried to continue, but couldn't.

Hermione felt a strong pulse of desire to feel Severus inside her as she looked up at him. She wanted to see his face contorted with pleasure, hear to him whisper passionate, dirty things to her as he plowed into her body like last time. She wanted to be fully possessed by him again, lost to his strength, his fire. Hermione arched her body upward reflexively as the ache inside her grew, wanting to feel Severus' ache relieve her…deliver her.

The wizard hissed, his eyes narrowing.

"I take it you're ready for me witch…or you think you are," Severus breathed at her.

"Yessss," she sighed, "I'm ready for you, Severus. I know I am."

For the second time tonight, Severus felt his belly clench, but not from jealous anger this time…it was because this lovely witch wanted him so badly, so honestly. He could see her need in her eyes, and it wasn't desire for just sex…it was desire for him. Alone. The wizard had very little he could call his own.

Severus scowled as he thought of Justice showing up with the intent of fucking Hermione. The Auror had his chance with the witch and had blown it. He'd better not show up again. If he did…

Hermione looked up at the wizard. He seemed a million miles away. His eyes were unfocused.

"Severus?" she said.

Severus suddenly looked at her, his dark eyes becoming darker as he adjusted himself, moving higher on her body, slipping his arms under her thighs and pulling them upward. spreading them. His swollen cock dragged across her labia before he positioned the head against Hermione's entrance. He looked down at her rather jealously.

"You're mine," Severus hissed, thrusting hard and burying his cock deep within the witch, hungrily parting her flesh with his great girth and length.

The wizard hit her cervix with some power and Hermione shrieked, buckling and shifting around him as the Potions Master filled her to capacity with his hot, hard organ. Gods, he was so deep she couldn't tell where she ended and he began. He felt so good inside her.

The witch gasped loudly as Severus pulled back.

"Oh gods…Severus," she gasped, her eyes glistening from his ache as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Mine," the wizard groaned, slamming into the witch again, her tight, hot sleeve enveloping him, pulsing and welcoming his cock. He thrust into her again, the witch letting out a satisfying cry as he did so.

Severus pressed into Hermione hard, his eyes locked to her face. The witch's mouth hung open, and her eyes were wet and glazed as she looked up at him, her need so obvious the word might have well been stamped across her forehead.

Severus lifted his hips high and buried his cock between Hermione's thighs again, biting his lip as his flesh slid through her soft heat, her sweet, shuddering cry like music to the wizard's ears.

He stared at Hermione, willing her to give him the response he wanted before he let loose on her…before he took her to the place she wanted to go. To the place they both wanted to go.

"Say it, Hermione. Say you're mine, witch."

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A/N: I know. I know. Not only am I the (to quote Kai) "queen of cock-blocking," I am also somewhere in the monarchy of frustrating authors in the area of long, drawn-out lemons. But as you know, women like foreplay, and this, readers is my foreplay. Lol. Trust me, I tease myself just as much as I tease you all. I like Severus 'feeling' Hermione's compassion and his reacting to it. He can't fold and just melt into a gooey puddle of fluff on the witch…we wouldn't like it and probably she wouldn't either. Severus is sexually demonstrative rather than emotionally demonstrative. His possessiveness is his way of expressing care. I have a feeling Hermione is going to feel very "cared for" if you get my drift. Lol. Anyway, please review.