The Abduction

Chapter 6 ~ Getting the Full Treatment

Hermione groaned with pleasure as she felt Snape's thickness caress her. It was a delicious invasion of stiff, rigid flesh, his girth stroking through her body, thick and welcome. Gods, he felt good inside her body, thrusting and filling her gently through the warmth of the water.

Snape was lost in the bliss of her body, the tight clutch of her sleeve, the friction of flesh upon flesh as he carefully penetrated her over and over, reveling in the contact.

"Lie back," he breathed, shifting forward and allowing Hermione to rest against the tub, her neck resting in the scoop. Her body reclined, allowing him full access and control as she sighed with pleasure. He held on to her waist, his pelvis hunching, filling, taking as her voice rose in pleasure. He didn't attempt to press his full length into her. It wasn't necessary.

"Oh gods," Hermione hissed as Snape possessed her gently but fully, the water lapping around his slender form.

"This has nothing to do with the gods," the wizard breathed, lost in her sweetness, shifting closer as he enjoyed the clutch of her body around him as he returned to her again and again. "It's only you and I, Hermione."

Snape began to move faster, grasping her thighs and using the leverage to aid his thrust. Merlin, he was magnificent in his possession, the wide head of his cock caressing Hermione's soft inner walls with abandon, capturing the tightness and sweetness of her acceptance over and over and over again.

Her voice was the epitome of passion and Snape let it wash over him like a rolling tide as he claimed her, gentle, but hungry. He pulled her forward, locking his mouth to hers, one hand tangling in her hair as they flowed together.

The small room echoed with muted moans, sighs and the lapping of water as the act intensified, Hermione's body sliding back and forth as if she were seated on a bucking Hippogriff. Suddenly Snape stopped, breaking contact between their mouths and bodies.

"No," Hermione gasped at him, as he let her go and slid back, rising. Snape reached down and caught her hand, pulling her up and then lifting her against his body so her legs wrapped around his waist. He slid one hand under her bum to support her, then used his other hand to insert his cock back inside. He was thin, but he was strong.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck; her head falling back as Snape began to thrust again, aiding his penetration by lifting her up and down bodily.

"Oh shit," Hermione hissed as she felt his length stretching her now. She wound her pussy around his organ and Snape nearly dropped her in reaction, desperately clutching her wet body closer as she threw it on him.

"My gods, woman!" Snape gasped in a choked, raw voice.

"Is it good, Severus?"

"Good—doesn't cover you, witch," he breathed back at her, thrusting so hard and deep she screeched. Snape fell still immediately.

"I'm sorry," he said softly as she shuddered against him. "I didn't mean—"

"Shhh," Hermione replied, kissing him. Snape began to move again, very gently this time, praying she wouldn't roll her hips again. He couldn't be held responsible for his reaction to all that hot, juicy pussy engulfing him so lusciously. He felt as if he just wanted to climb inside the woman hanging on to him and never come out. He was certain of one thing, however.

Ronald Weasley must be out of his fucking mind.

"Harder, Severus—" Hermione murmured against his lips.

Snape put a bit more power into it, but kept himself in control as much as possible. He promised he wouldn't hurt her. But gods, the way Hermione shagged—

His hands were full of Hermione's soft, full arse and he spasmodically squeezed her flesh, feeling it bubble and ripple between his fingers as she rose and fell rhythmically. He wanted to watch it jiggle. He stopped, lifting the protesting witch off him and standing her up in the water.

Hermione gasped as Snape turned her away from him, his hands sliding up to her belly, then grasping her breasts as he pressed his hard tool between her cheeks, grinding against her lustfully. His mouth fell to her throat, suckling and licking as he tweaked her nipples and massaged her fullness momentarily. Then he slid his mouth to her ear.

"Kneel in the water. Lean over the edge of the tub," he whispered to her, licking her lobe sexily. "I want to watch your lovely arse bounce as I take you from behind."

Hermione went down immediately, Snape following, positioning her legs so they were together, then straddling them on his knees, his black eyes resting on her arse as he smoothed one hand over it appreciatively. Hermione's arms rested along the edge of the tub and she looked over her shoulder at him, seeing his focus and smirking. So, Severus Snape was as lusty as the next wizard when it came to pussy. Who would have believed such an apparently cold man could be such a sexual animal? Well, he was the perfect example of not judging a wizard by his robes.

Snape grasped her waist with one hand and guided his cock into her tight sleeve with the other, groaning as she slipped around him, Hermione's voice rising in counterpoint as once again all that hot, rigid meat filled her.

"Yes," Snape breathed, taking two handfuls of flesh and pulling her cheeks apart so he could see his cock buried in her sex, the flesh tight and pink around his paleness. He pulled back, hissing as Hermione's pussy pulled at him. He let go of her arse, then thrust, watching the flesh ripple. He slapped one cheek so it would ripple some more.

"Oh! Oh yes! Yes!" Hermione hissed.

Oho. She liked her bum spanked. Well, he could do that.

Snape began to stroke Hermione, slapping first one cheek then the other lightly, making her buttocks bounce, jiggle and shake around him, accentuating each blow with a good, deep thrust, jerking her body, his loins smacking against her bottom like a percussion instrument. He could see her milky lubrication covering the shaft of his cock. Yes, she liked his sex and he'd give her as much as she could stand for as long as he could.

Snape grasped Hermione's waist and began to pull her into his stroke, adding a little sting to the mix, but nothing too painful. Hermione was in purest heaven or someplace close as each stroke and jerk lifted her higher and higher. Then Snape began to talk to her, telling her to give everything to him, to let go, to take every inch of him.

"You like fucking me, don't you?" Snape growled.

"Yes—" Hermione hissed back at him, no longer able to tell where he ended and she began under his steady stroke, no longer able to do anything but accept his possession as she bounced rhythmically, the wizard twisting his fingers into her hair and pulling her head back as he rode her. The slapping of their bodies filled the room, Snape wet with perspiration now, the water cooling and splashing over the sides of the tub as the couple approached the gates of pure bliss. Snape felt Hermione tightening around him, the pressure incredible as he slid through her slickness, her voice rising as she approached climax. He felt the tightening in his balls and Snape went into overdrive, pounding Hermione with abandon now, all thoughts of possibly hurting her hurtling out of his head as his own release approached.

But Hermione was beyond being hurt. She wanted every brutal, lusty stroke of his cock to drive her forward and pitch her over the edge—it was all that mattered in the world right now, that heartbeat of a stroke opening her up and freeing her.

"Severus!" Hermione cried, gushing over him.

"Hermione!" Snape groaned, lightning racing down his spine and exploding through his cock in an electric shock of bliss as he released inside her, riding pulse after pulse of pleasure as he reached the summit and tumbled over it. He curled over Hermione, his loins pressed tight against the curve of her arse, his arms wrapped around her belly as they quaked against each other. Hermione could feel the racing of his heart against her back, and felt sated and satisfied as they descended from the heights.

"That was incredible," Snape said softly, his voice muffled by her hair.

Hermione rested over the tub with her eyes closed, basking in the afterglow and burn of their coupling. She smiled.

"It was okay," she replied, feeling Snape stiffen a little. Yes, he was like any other man. He didn't want to be "okay," he wanted his skills to be considered "exceptional."

"You can't tell me Weasley gave it to you like that," he murmured tightly. Hermione could just feel his scowl. She had mercy.

"No, he didn't. You were wonderful, Severus."

She felt him relax again, then his lips pressed to her temple for a moment, then his weight was gone. Hermione turned around to see him back at the other end of the tub, his wand in his hand, warming the water again. She settled back against her end of the tub and looked at him, her brown eyes meeting his black ones with a bit of mirth.

"I have to admit," the witch said with a smirk. "This is the best spa treatment I've ever had. I particularly enjoyed the internal cleansing."

"Indeed," Snape said, smirking back at her.

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A/N: I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday. I did. It was quiet, just the way I like it, although I had my grandchildren over the day before. You can see pictures of them on facebook. I'm listed under Ruth Sadler, my maiden name. Friend me. :) Next up, New Year! Thanks so much for reading. Next will be the epilogue. ***