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Chapter 6 ~ Assuming the Position

Hermione let out a cry as Snape plowed through her, larger and harder than life, a small ache accompanying his thrust when her body checked him, much less than what she expected, but gods, so good her mouth just fell open.

“Ah, I see I have the measure of it then,” Snape sneered down at Hermione, the expression on his face a mixture of lust, victory and derision as he pulled back, sliding through her, only his hips moving as he leaned over her, his wiry arms resting on either side of her curled body.

Her neck was probably going to pay for this position, but who gave a damn right now? Snape drove into her again and again, his lips pursed as she squelched around him, Hermione letting out cries of pleasure as he jerked her body deliciously, those black eyes narrowed and not missing any of her reaction.

The professor fucked much differently than Ron, who would thrust quickly and rapid-fire, primarily concerned with stimulating himself as he humped away. Every thrust Snape made had a purpose, and that purpose was to be as affecting as possible to the witch curled under him, a slight pause at the end of each deep thrust as if to make sure he connected fully. It was as if he wanted a gasp per stroke. He found a rhythm he liked and Hermione clutched his arms, her eyes wet, lost to the feel of him possessing her body, pounding inside her like another beating heart.

“Has Ronald Weasley ever made you feel like this?” he asked her softly as he hit her deep, Hermione crying out. “Or this . . . or this . . . or . . . this?”

Snape put it to her hungrily, grunting his pleasure as he filled the witch over and over, watching her body jerk, her full breasts bouncing in tangent with his penetration.

”Mmmm, yes . . . yes. Exquisite . . .” the wizard groaned as her tight sleeve caressed and clutched at him, her juices squishing noisily, wetting his balls.

Snape sped up a bit, Hermione’s voice rising an octave as his thick tool reamed her thoroughly. Gods, now she had an idea what Heaven was like.

By now, the mirror was rocking dangerously and Snape heard a bit of a warning creak come from it, as if the screws that held it in place were dangerously close to being dislodged. He stopped pumping, Hermione’s eyes flying wide open as she clutched at his lean buttocks, trying to pull him back . . . make him continue.

”Oh ho, the Gryffindor lioness wants a bit more Slytherin serpent, does she?” the wizard said a bit mockingly, clearly pleased Hermione was yanking on him in such a manner, his cock still immersed a third of the way inside her.

“Ssssss . . . Sssssss,” Snape hissed, teasing her with tiny thrusts.

Making a frustrated sound and still hanging on to the wizard’s pale flanks, Hermione wound her pelvis in an attempt to lure him deeper. Snape let out a rasping noise as his organ whirled in her wetness, but he managed to keep from driving into her, instead pulling out completely.

”What are you doing? Why are you . . . you . . .” Hermione cried to the wizard, her eyes wild and nearly undone.

Snape straightened, Hermione’s eyes resting on his cock. It was so drenched by the witch’s lubrication; it looked as if someone had buttered it. Snape looked down at it also, his lip quirked as he looked back at the witch.

“Why did I stop?” the wizard replied, running a pale finger down his erect shaft and collecting her cream on the tip. He inserted it into his mouth and sucked his finger loudly, pulling it from between his lips with a “pop” before continuing.

“Because, as delicious as your pussy is, Hermione, I still don’t want to risk receiving seven years ill luck because we’ve broken the mirror while I indulged myself. Besides . . . ”

Hermione let out a squeal as Snape grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her off the dresser, spinning her around and pressing her down so she was bent over it, gasping at the rough treatment. A nasty smirk on his face, Snape locked his pale fingers in her hair and pulled her head back so she could see herself in the silver glass and him standing behind her, his face sober as he looked back at her flushed reflection.

“ . . . I believe this is the position you’d . . . prefer, if my suspicions are correct,” he said.

Hermione’s brown eyes glistened as she looked through the mirror at the greasy-haired wizard. Her mouth worked, but nothing came out. Snape smirked and rested his cock right on the curve of her buttocks then leaned over her, pressing it against her soft flesh as he whispered, looking at her though the glass, his face next to hers, his mouth just grazing the shell of her ear. His lips and warm breath tickled, and she closed her eyes as he spoke.

”This is the position Melissa was in . . . you remember Melissa don’t you? The witch you wanted to be . . .” he said seductively, rubbing his cock against her arse sensually. “. . . the witch who demonstrated my . . . abilities.”

He ran his tongue over her throat and Hermione shuddered deliciously at the feeling of that hot, supple muscle against her skin.

“I make it a point not to put my mouth on any witch in any manner,” he breathed, “because once a wizard does that, the act is elevated to something more than sex, and I like to keep things . . . neat. However, I made an exception because I’ve always wondered what your skin tasted like. Salty . . . and sweet.”

Hermione trembled again as Snape’s mouth tightened and he drew back, straightening. He looked down on Hermione, the riot of brown hair locked between his fingers, the smooth skin of her back, the dip and rise of it, the plump full buttocks, round and unblemished.

He blinked at them for a moment, then softly said, “I think you need a bit of color to you cheeks.”

Hermione’s eyes widened then she let out a choked squeak as Snape brought the palm of his hand down on her flesh, striking her arse, then smoothing out the pain.

“Oh shit!” Hermione gasped as the wizard slapped her other cheek, watching it jiggle and pinken.

”Nice shade,” he purred, tightening his grip on her hair. “There have been times I’ve wanted to do this that had nothing to do with sex, Hermione. You were so willful . . .”

He struck her again on her right cheek, just a little to the right of the first impact.

“But you’re listening now, aren’t you?” Snape hissed, then proceeded to spank Hermione liberally, the witch crying out and leaking lubrication like a faucet with a bad washer. Who would have known she’d like getting spanked?

Apparently the Potions master did.

”My, my . . . you are a slippery little witch, aren’t you?” he purred, the scent of her arousal filling his flared nostrils. He slipped his hand between her thighs, his eyebrows rising as he pulled his hand back and studied his glistening digits.

“A veritable wellspring of want,” Snape added, licking his hand clean.

Hermione certainly was tasty and he was almost willing to break the “no mouth” rule for her, but then . . . there could be repercussions. Snape believed witches “connected” to wizards that kissed their mouths or bodies . . . or in other words became possessive and clingy. If he stuck strictly to laying cock, he didn’t risk any residual unpleasantries.

Oh if sex were really just that simple.

“So, are you ready to have me ride you like a . . . Hippogriff?” Snape asked Hermione as he grasped his cock, parted her cheeks with one hand and slid the swollen tip down the cleft of her buttocks, over her rectum and between her dripping lips, Hermione gasping as it moved over her clit.

Dully, what he said registered to her lust-filled brain.

Hippogriff? Did he just say Hippogriff? Gods, did he somehow know that’s how she described him to Ginny? No . . . he couldn’t. Hung like he was, he probably used that kind of terminology all the time. But Hermione couldn’t think any further as she felt him position himself against her.

”Giddyap!” the wizard pale cried, yanking her hair like reins and once again driving forward.

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A/N: YEEEEE HAWWWWW! Rofl. You know, I just had a terrible vision of getting shot by an irate fan of this story. Lol. That’s horrible! Death by cliffie. But I’ve got a lot to do this morning so I did what I could folks. Yep. Another long drawn out PWP. Sigh. I give up. Thanks for reading. ***