Professor Snape Loses It
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The Natural
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Chapter 6 ~ The Natural
Hermione sat up a bit dazedly, and Severus studied her face. She was sloe-eyed, and flushed as well as still a little trembly. He found he liked the way she looked, a bit lost. He held her away from him.
“You’re arousing me didn’t go quite as planned,” he said still smirking at her. The he looked down at his huge erection straining uncomfortably beneath his robes. “But it still worked.”
He leveled his black eyes at the witch..
“That was very interesting. I’ve never seen you lose control before. Is that your usual reaction to having your pussy rubbed?
Severus was looking rather smug. Hermione didn’t like this at all. The Potions Master wasn’t shy or retiring. He didn’t even seem mad anymore that she was going to take his virginity, and that was half the fun of it. She looked him over. But damn he was still a sexy bastard, and she wanted him. The hell with his smugness.
“Depends on who’s doing the rubbing,” she replied, giving him a weak grin.
Severus looked at her consideringly. Her reaction to his exploration of her pussy made him extremely interested in finding out what other kinds of responses he could generate in the witch.
Suddenly he wrapped his arms around her and stood up, lifting her with him.
“What are you doing?” she asked him, struggling a bit in his grip.
“If I am going to stick my cock in you, I want to see what I’m sticking it into. I want to examine you,” he said, walking to the bed and dropping her on it unceremoniously.
Hermione bounced in the bed and looked up at him. He had a wet spot over the tent of his robes.
“Why don’t you take off your robes, Severus?” she suggested. She really wanted to get a look at what was under them.
Severus began unbuttoning his robes without a word, watching her watch him and noticing the hungry look in her eyes as he went through button after button. He removed his robes and had on a white button up shirt and black dress pants. She got a better idea of his body type. His shoulders were surprisingly broad, though he was lean. He didn’t look to have any extra flesh anywhere. She’d like to see him without his clothes. But she would shortly. Her amber eyes drifted down to his pants. There was an absolutely huge bulge in the front of them. Hermione drew in a long breath at the sight of it. Severus saw her reaction and smirked again but didn’t comment on it.
Hermione was lying across the bed. Severus knelt and pushed her nightgown up, revealing her chestnut bush. It was neatly trimmed and softly curled. It was quite…pretty.
“Open your legs,” Severus said, with all the passion of a gynecologist.
“Severus, this is embarrassing,” Hermione said, not opening her legs. Severus looked up at her.
“You started this,” he said, “Too late for you to be embarrassed now. I want to see what your pussy looks like. Now spread your legs.”
Hermione sighed and spread her legs, obviously not wide enough because the Potions Master pushed them wider, and peered at her.
The first thing he noticed was how pink and delicate her flesh looked. He touched her with his hand and she bucked her hips in response. He looked up at her. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip. He throbbed a bit more, his cock straining against his pants uncomfortably. Carefully he spread her labia wider, his black eyes studying her clit, which was still hard. Below it was the entrance to her pussy. It was very small. It looked too small to receive him. He looked up at Hermione, his brow furrowed.
“Hermione, are you sure you want to do this?” he asked her, flicking his eyes down to her entrance then back up at her. He knew by word of mouth that most women were supposed to like big cocks, but he wasn’t sure that Hermione was one of those women.
“Of course I’m sure. I wouldn’t be here otherwise,” she said a bit snarkily, lifting her head and looking down at him. Severus raised his eyebrows. Fine, he wouldn’t bring it up again. He looked at her entrance, then brought a long finger up and slid it inside her slowly. She groaned and arched up. Interesting. He began to slide the finger in and out of her slowly, feeling the heat of her walls caressing his digit, listening to her sighs and watching her body react. He took his thumb and mashed her clit lightly. She shrieked, rolling her hips..
“You’re very sensitive, Hermione,” he breathed, his eyes locked to her rotating hips. Her pussy was gyrating deliciously around his finger.
“Severus! You’re driving me crazy,” Hermione gasped, arching up again.
Severus felt her pussy become wetter. That meant he was arousing her, and she liked what he was doing,. He couldn’t help thinking how she would feel around his huge cock. She’d be tight as a glove. A burst of desire rolled through him at the thought, and he let out another groan against the feeling that washed over him. He removed his finger from her, and licked it. Yes, she really was sweet. He moved closer, and licked her experimentally. She was hot, wet and her hips hopped off the bed. He figured he needed to hold her down to do this. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her downward, listening to her reaction.
“Oh shit, Severus. You aren’t…” she gasped.
Severus began to lick her like a lollipop, working his tongue up and down her slit, dragging it over her clit, which was the sensitive part of her. She tasted good, and he pressed his lips against her, nibbling experimentally and finding he needed some strength to keep her still. Hermione was thrashing her head from side to side, her body writhing and she started spouting words that he couldn’t understand. He must be doing something right. He sucked on her clit and she screamed raggedly. Severus smiled against her, then decided to use his teeth. If she screamed before, it was nothing to the next one. She bucked up off the bed despite his grip on her, and she got wetter and wetter. The wetter she got, the more he bathed her, drinking in the juices. Finally, he decided to just go to the source and slid his tongue inside her opening, twisting it, lapping at her walls, then thrusting the tip in and out of her, like he did his finger.
Hermione caught the end of her nightgown and pulled it over her head. It was too hot and too constricting. She lay there naked, a mass of writhing sensation. How the fuck did he know how to do this to her? Merlin! The wizard was a natural. Her mouth was slack, her eyes rolling up in her head as she felt herself moving toward the edge again. Damn, he hadn’t even fucked her yet and she was losing all her bodily fluids. If he kept this up, she’d have no lubrication left. But hell, this was good. Very, very good. She brought her hands to her breasts and started massaging them, increasing her pleasure as the Potions Master learned his new art. Potions weren’t the only thing he had an aptitude for.
Severus felt Hermione’s hands grip his hair painfully as she tightened around his tongue, and she pushed his head down, forcing his mouth tight against her. She had lost control again. He took the pain and thrust his tongue inside her as deep as he could as the witch shuddered powerfully and let out a broken cry. She came, her searing fluids washing over his tongue. At first he lapped at her greedily, but more release was coming out than he could collect, running down his chin. So he began to suck at her, lost in the sweetness pouring out of her, her warmth and softness pressing against his lips as he drank all of her in. Damn this was good. Albus had been right. Shit. Severus continued to drain the witch until there was nothing left but softness and warmth beneath his mouth. He rested his face against her inner thigh, feeling it quiver. After a minute, he raised his head and looked at her. For the first time since he’d known her, the Potions Master realized how beautiful the little witch was.
Hermione lay there panting, her hair tangled about her face, her breasts heaving as she fought to calm her quaking body. Her amber eyes were heavy-lidded, and she looked like she was returning from some exquisite journey. Her lips were parted and slack. Pearls of sweat rolled off her hot skin, wetting the silk sheets beneath her. He had to touch her. He reached out a pale hand and pressed it to her belly, below her navel, palming her hot, wet skin and sliding it upward, feeling her musculature beneath. She was soft, so soft, and sighed with pleasure as his hand slid upward and palmed her breast, then gently pulled at the hard nipple She gasped and continued to writhe, as the Potion Master moved over her cupping her other breast with his other hand. They were round and firm. He enjoyed feeling them, and watching her reaction.
He pulled her to a sitting position continuing to caress her breasts. She leaned back on her hands, offering them to him. He looked at the hard peaks, and felt the urge to take them into his mouth. He did, one after the other sucking them, feeling Hermione arch into him. Damn she responded to everything. He began to stroke the soft hair of her pussy. Hermione bucked then pulled her hips back from him, her eyes crazed.
“Wait! Wait! I’ve got to rest, Severus! Damn. Damn you,” she hissed.
He pulled back from her breasts.
“What?” he said, his eyebrows raised.
Hermione shifted back on the bed, eyeing him suspiciously.
“You’re not a gods damn virgin, Severus. You can’t be,” Hermione said, scowling down at him. “You know how long it takes for a witch to train a wizard to do what you just did? Months!”
“Maybe I’ve just got a natural affinity for eating pussy,” he responded, giving her a slight grin before looking downright smug.
Hermione was officially no longer in charge.
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A/N: You all know I couldn’t let Sev go down like this. No pun intended. Lol. He’s the ultimate love machine…naughty by nature. I’m quite sure Severus knows the anatomical configurations of a woman, but like to think Hermione’s clit being hard instead of soft might have thrown him for a moment. He knew what it was when he "examined" her, that's for sure. Lol, I’m reaching, I know. Anyway, please review.
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Chapter 6 ~ The Natural
Hermione sat up a bit dazedly, and Severus studied her face. She was sloe-eyed, and flushed as well as still a little trembly. He found he liked the way she looked, a bit lost. He held her away from him.
“You’re arousing me didn’t go quite as planned,” he said still smirking at her. The he looked down at his huge erection straining uncomfortably beneath his robes. “But it still worked.”
He leveled his black eyes at the witch..
“That was very interesting. I’ve never seen you lose control before. Is that your usual reaction to having your pussy rubbed?
Severus was looking rather smug. Hermione didn’t like this at all. The Potions Master wasn’t shy or retiring. He didn’t even seem mad anymore that she was going to take his virginity, and that was half the fun of it. She looked him over. But damn he was still a sexy bastard, and she wanted him. The hell with his smugness.
“Depends on who’s doing the rubbing,” she replied, giving him a weak grin.
Severus looked at her consideringly. Her reaction to his exploration of her pussy made him extremely interested in finding out what other kinds of responses he could generate in the witch.
Suddenly he wrapped his arms around her and stood up, lifting her with him.
“What are you doing?” she asked him, struggling a bit in his grip.
“If I am going to stick my cock in you, I want to see what I’m sticking it into. I want to examine you,” he said, walking to the bed and dropping her on it unceremoniously.
Hermione bounced in the bed and looked up at him. He had a wet spot over the tent of his robes.
“Why don’t you take off your robes, Severus?” she suggested. She really wanted to get a look at what was under them.
Severus began unbuttoning his robes without a word, watching her watch him and noticing the hungry look in her eyes as he went through button after button. He removed his robes and had on a white button up shirt and black dress pants. She got a better idea of his body type. His shoulders were surprisingly broad, though he was lean. He didn’t look to have any extra flesh anywhere. She’d like to see him without his clothes. But she would shortly. Her amber eyes drifted down to his pants. There was an absolutely huge bulge in the front of them. Hermione drew in a long breath at the sight of it. Severus saw her reaction and smirked again but didn’t comment on it.
Hermione was lying across the bed. Severus knelt and pushed her nightgown up, revealing her chestnut bush. It was neatly trimmed and softly curled. It was quite…pretty.
“Open your legs,” Severus said, with all the passion of a gynecologist.
“Severus, this is embarrassing,” Hermione said, not opening her legs. Severus looked up at her.
“You started this,” he said, “Too late for you to be embarrassed now. I want to see what your pussy looks like. Now spread your legs.”
Hermione sighed and spread her legs, obviously not wide enough because the Potions Master pushed them wider, and peered at her.
The first thing he noticed was how pink and delicate her flesh looked. He touched her with his hand and she bucked her hips in response. He looked up at her. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip. He throbbed a bit more, his cock straining against his pants uncomfortably. Carefully he spread her labia wider, his black eyes studying her clit, which was still hard. Below it was the entrance to her pussy. It was very small. It looked too small to receive him. He looked up at Hermione, his brow furrowed.
“Hermione, are you sure you want to do this?” he asked her, flicking his eyes down to her entrance then back up at her. He knew by word of mouth that most women were supposed to like big cocks, but he wasn’t sure that Hermione was one of those women.
“Of course I’m sure. I wouldn’t be here otherwise,” she said a bit snarkily, lifting her head and looking down at him. Severus raised his eyebrows. Fine, he wouldn’t bring it up again. He looked at her entrance, then brought a long finger up and slid it inside her slowly. She groaned and arched up. Interesting. He began to slide the finger in and out of her slowly, feeling the heat of her walls caressing his digit, listening to her sighs and watching her body react. He took his thumb and mashed her clit lightly. She shrieked, rolling her hips..
“You’re very sensitive, Hermione,” he breathed, his eyes locked to her rotating hips. Her pussy was gyrating deliciously around his finger.
“Severus! You’re driving me crazy,” Hermione gasped, arching up again.
Severus felt her pussy become wetter. That meant he was arousing her, and she liked what he was doing,. He couldn’t help thinking how she would feel around his huge cock. She’d be tight as a glove. A burst of desire rolled through him at the thought, and he let out another groan against the feeling that washed over him. He removed his finger from her, and licked it. Yes, she really was sweet. He moved closer, and licked her experimentally. She was hot, wet and her hips hopped off the bed. He figured he needed to hold her down to do this. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her downward, listening to her reaction.
“Oh shit, Severus. You aren’t…” she gasped.
Severus began to lick her like a lollipop, working his tongue up and down her slit, dragging it over her clit, which was the sensitive part of her. She tasted good, and he pressed his lips against her, nibbling experimentally and finding he needed some strength to keep her still. Hermione was thrashing her head from side to side, her body writhing and she started spouting words that he couldn’t understand. He must be doing something right. He sucked on her clit and she screamed raggedly. Severus smiled against her, then decided to use his teeth. If she screamed before, it was nothing to the next one. She bucked up off the bed despite his grip on her, and she got wetter and wetter. The wetter she got, the more he bathed her, drinking in the juices. Finally, he decided to just go to the source and slid his tongue inside her opening, twisting it, lapping at her walls, then thrusting the tip in and out of her, like he did his finger.
Hermione caught the end of her nightgown and pulled it over her head. It was too hot and too constricting. She lay there naked, a mass of writhing sensation. How the fuck did he know how to do this to her? Merlin! The wizard was a natural. Her mouth was slack, her eyes rolling up in her head as she felt herself moving toward the edge again. Damn, he hadn’t even fucked her yet and she was losing all her bodily fluids. If he kept this up, she’d have no lubrication left. But hell, this was good. Very, very good. She brought her hands to her breasts and started massaging them, increasing her pleasure as the Potions Master learned his new art. Potions weren’t the only thing he had an aptitude for.
Severus felt Hermione’s hands grip his hair painfully as she tightened around his tongue, and she pushed his head down, forcing his mouth tight against her. She had lost control again. He took the pain and thrust his tongue inside her as deep as he could as the witch shuddered powerfully and let out a broken cry. She came, her searing fluids washing over his tongue. At first he lapped at her greedily, but more release was coming out than he could collect, running down his chin. So he began to suck at her, lost in the sweetness pouring out of her, her warmth and softness pressing against his lips as he drank all of her in. Damn this was good. Albus had been right. Shit. Severus continued to drain the witch until there was nothing left but softness and warmth beneath his mouth. He rested his face against her inner thigh, feeling it quiver. After a minute, he raised his head and looked at her. For the first time since he’d known her, the Potions Master realized how beautiful the little witch was.
Hermione lay there panting, her hair tangled about her face, her breasts heaving as she fought to calm her quaking body. Her amber eyes were heavy-lidded, and she looked like she was returning from some exquisite journey. Her lips were parted and slack. Pearls of sweat rolled off her hot skin, wetting the silk sheets beneath her. He had to touch her. He reached out a pale hand and pressed it to her belly, below her navel, palming her hot, wet skin and sliding it upward, feeling her musculature beneath. She was soft, so soft, and sighed with pleasure as his hand slid upward and palmed her breast, then gently pulled at the hard nipple She gasped and continued to writhe, as the Potion Master moved over her cupping her other breast with his other hand. They were round and firm. He enjoyed feeling them, and watching her reaction.
He pulled her to a sitting position continuing to caress her breasts. She leaned back on her hands, offering them to him. He looked at the hard peaks, and felt the urge to take them into his mouth. He did, one after the other sucking them, feeling Hermione arch into him. Damn she responded to everything. He began to stroke the soft hair of her pussy. Hermione bucked then pulled her hips back from him, her eyes crazed.
“Wait! Wait! I’ve got to rest, Severus! Damn. Damn you,” she hissed.
He pulled back from her breasts.
“What?” he said, his eyebrows raised.
Hermione shifted back on the bed, eyeing him suspiciously.
“You’re not a gods damn virgin, Severus. You can’t be,” Hermione said, scowling down at him. “You know how long it takes for a witch to train a wizard to do what you just did? Months!”
“Maybe I’ve just got a natural affinity for eating pussy,” he responded, giving her a slight grin before looking downright smug.
Hermione was officially no longer in charge.
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A/N: You all know I couldn’t let Sev go down like this. No pun intended. Lol. He’s the ultimate love machine…naughty by nature. I’m quite sure Severus knows the anatomical configurations of a woman, but like to think Hermione’s clit being hard instead of soft might have thrown him for a moment. He knew what it was when he "examined" her, that's for sure. Lol, I’m reaching, I know. Anyway, please review.