Professor Snape Loses It
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Just One More Thing
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Chapter 7 ~ Just One More Thing
Severus’ black eyes met Hermione’s accusing ones, then drifted down her body slowly, focusing on her thighs. Then he looked back at her, his eyes hardening slightly.
“I assure you Hermione, I have never tasted the pleasures of a woman’s body before tonight, but after your responses to me, you’ve convinced me it is high time I did. I have a lot to make up for.”
The Potions Master stood up and looked down on the witch hotly.
“I believe I’m ready to lose my virginity to you, Hermione,” he said silkily, beginning to unbutton his shirt. He looked at Hermione so lustfully as he did this, Hermione felt her stomach flip completely over. He certainly didn’t look like a virgin the way he was looking at her, or the speed with which he was stripping down. He was a wizard on a mission.
Severus may have never actually fucked a woman before, but he knew what he was supposed to do, and probably knew more positions than Hermione did, from witnessing the revels. He wouldn’t be shy about twisting her into them either, if so inclined. Severus was wide open now and ready for the experience. Kissing and tasting the witch had been very pleasurable, and he was sure burying his cock inside her hot body would be more so. Hermione wanted this, schemed to make it happen. She wanted his cock, he’d give it to her, the whole thing. He was looking forward to her responses to him fucking her, if his mouth, tongue and fingers brought her that much pleasure. Her pussy appeared to be the wick of her, and he planned to put flame to it, a stroke at a time. He undid his cuffs and removed his shirt.
Hermione’s amber eyes raked over his torso. His skin was so pale, he seemed made of ivory or porcelain. He had an athletic build, lean and muscular. His chest was hairless and his belly rippled. She never guessed he had such an attractive body hidden under those robes. Her eyes dropped to his hands as he unfastened his pants, opening them over the huge bulge, which seem huger when he removed his pants and stood up dressed in loose silk boxers. He had strong, muscular legs and toed off his boots one after the other, then his socks, tossing them carelessly aside. Not once did his eyes leave her as he undressed, noting how she seemed to devour his body. He now faced her in his expanded boxers, his nostrils flaring.
“Would you like to do the unveiling, Hermione?” he asked her, his voice low as he gazed at the naked witch.
Hermione looked at him, her amber eyes absorbing him, his shoulder length black hair and glittering black eyes contrasting with his well-toned alabaster body. He looked like a living stature that some artist had carved with loving perfection, even his aquiline nose a thing of beauty. Hermione rose to her feet as if hypnotized and stepped to the Potions Master, her amber eyes soft, but full of desire.
“Yes, I would like to unveil you, Severus, but I want to take my time,” she said, her voice low. This was the moment, and she wanted to savor every second of it.
“Just don’t take too long, Hermione. He’s hungry,” Severus said, his eyes flicking down to his tented boxers meaningfully, then back to her face. “So am I.”
Hermione placed her hands on Severus’ chest, and slowly smoothed over it to his strong shoulders, her eyes locked to his skin. She slid them back down and over his belly, then around his sides, stepping closer to reach his muscled back. The Potions Master closed his eyes at the feeling of her warm hands moving over him. He felt her hesitate as she touched his scars, then she continued, exploring every line and welt, but saying nothing. She pressed her lips to the center of his chest, gently, still caressing him, then slowly ran her tongue over him, causing him to shudder as she tasted his flesh, her breathing increasing. She moved her mouth and lips over his chest and gently sucked his nipples. He gasped, and his hands came up to grip the small of her back, then also began to move over her soft skin, first moving upward, then downward, over the swell of her ass. She was so soft there. Hermione began to sink lower and Severus moved his hands into her hair, massaging her gently as she kissed every ridge of his belly, her breasts grazing his erection, and he let out a groan as she moved to his waist and stuck her tongue in his waistband. Shit. What was she doing to him? He felt her hands slip beneath either side of his boxers, and in one smooth motion she dropped, pulling them down to his feet. He stepped out of them.
Hermione knelt there, her amber eyes wide as she looked on the biggest cock she had ever seen.
“Diana’s golden arrows,” she breathed in amazement.
If Severus didn’t have a spare inch of flesh on his body, it was because it was all the extra was used to beef up his cock. The Potions Master was enormous. Pomfrey was right. He was hung like a well-endowed hippogriff. Severus looked down at the witch kneeling in front of his extended member, and she looked even tinier to him.
Hermione stared at his cock a minute longer, then looked up at Severus.
“You’re going to rip me in half,” she said softly.
Severus continued to caress her hair.
“I’ll try my best not to,” he said non-commitally.
Hermione had planned all along to give Severus a blowjob, but even getting her mouth around him would be an effort. Her jaw would be aching inside a few minutes. She reached up and grasped his huge member with her hand…she couldn’t close it around him. The Potions Master hissed when she touched him, jerking in her hand. It was very heavy, and hot with a thick, thick shaft encircled with veins and a large purplish fluted head. It pulsed in her hand. She moved toward it, and kissed the tip, Severus’ dark eyes watching her hungrily. She began to kiss it lovingly, up and down the shaft, wet, dragging, sucking kisses that made Severus growl in the back of his throat as he watched her, Hermione Granger, Spells Mistress, lave her lips and then her tongue over and under his cock until it was glistening from head to base. She lifted it and flicked her tongue over his balls and he let out a hissing groan as her hot tongue smoothed over them. He cried out when she sucked them into her mouth, fisting his hands into her hair reflexively as she rolled them about with her tongue.
“Dame, Hermione,” he breathed, “Gods that feels so good.”
His silky voice was dripping with pleasure, and Hermione felt a gush flow out of her at the sound of him expressing how she was making him feel. She released his balls and attempted to take him into her mouth, stretching her lips over him, barely managing to get all of the head in, and rolling her tongue over it in small circles before sucking on him as hard as she could.
“Arrrrrrrgh,” he groaned, instinctively pushing her forward, trying to shove himself deeper, but he was too big to even gag her. Hermione, determined to give him some pleasure, worked her lips back and forth over his huge head, caressing it, then drawing it into her mouth and sucking it over and over. This seemed to work because the Potions Master was panting and rolling her head over him uncontrollably. He began to shudder, and Hermione reached up and palmed his balls, shifting them expertly between her fingertips. She took her mouth off him.
“Do you want me to make you come like this, Severus?” she asked.
Fucking could wait.
“Yessss,” he hissed down at her. Hermione returned to her ministrations, using her other hand to caress his shaft as she continued sucking, licking and running her mouth over his swollen head, now a deep flushed purple, and manipulating his balls.
This just felt too good. The Potions Master pushed against her nibbling lips and stroking tongue, his pleasure intensifying as he watched her. Gods, it was such a turn on to watch her do this. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, focusing on the sensations rushing up and down his cock, and he wondered why the fuck he waited so long, his pale fingers wrapped in the young woman’s hair, the scent of her arousal and his own heavy in the air, the feel of her mouth on the most sensitive part of his body, the heady pulse of lust and desire thrumming deliciously through his body, and then he felt it…the pressure and the lurch upward, the cry beginning in his loins rushing up his taunt body, tearing through his throat and exploding from his lips as he exploded into Hermione, all of his being pouring out of him, pulsing, gushing, surging, a torrent of extreme pleasure and hot bliss as he came, and came, and came, aware of her receiving him, swallowing him down, taking his seed into her own body as if it were nectar, losing nothing as he shuddered against her, groaning as he slowed, bending over her, his chest heaving, returning to the stone floor he was lifted from, becoming aware again, slowly and pulling her upward, kissing her and tasting himself, then somehow spinning and ending up on the cool damp sheets on his back, Hermione’s fingers dancing across his chest
Still panting slightly, Severus looked at the sloe-eyed witch lying beside him, one leg thrown across his.
“I’ve got to fuck you,” he breathed.
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A/N: Had to do the bj. Severus was showing his skills too much. Hermione has some too. Now…without further ado, the deflowering of Severus Snape. Please review.
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Chapter 7 ~ Just One More Thing
Severus’ black eyes met Hermione’s accusing ones, then drifted down her body slowly, focusing on her thighs. Then he looked back at her, his eyes hardening slightly.
“I assure you Hermione, I have never tasted the pleasures of a woman’s body before tonight, but after your responses to me, you’ve convinced me it is high time I did. I have a lot to make up for.”
The Potions Master stood up and looked down on the witch hotly.
“I believe I’m ready to lose my virginity to you, Hermione,” he said silkily, beginning to unbutton his shirt. He looked at Hermione so lustfully as he did this, Hermione felt her stomach flip completely over. He certainly didn’t look like a virgin the way he was looking at her, or the speed with which he was stripping down. He was a wizard on a mission.
Severus may have never actually fucked a woman before, but he knew what he was supposed to do, and probably knew more positions than Hermione did, from witnessing the revels. He wouldn’t be shy about twisting her into them either, if so inclined. Severus was wide open now and ready for the experience. Kissing and tasting the witch had been very pleasurable, and he was sure burying his cock inside her hot body would be more so. Hermione wanted this, schemed to make it happen. She wanted his cock, he’d give it to her, the whole thing. He was looking forward to her responses to him fucking her, if his mouth, tongue and fingers brought her that much pleasure. Her pussy appeared to be the wick of her, and he planned to put flame to it, a stroke at a time. He undid his cuffs and removed his shirt.
Hermione’s amber eyes raked over his torso. His skin was so pale, he seemed made of ivory or porcelain. He had an athletic build, lean and muscular. His chest was hairless and his belly rippled. She never guessed he had such an attractive body hidden under those robes. Her eyes dropped to his hands as he unfastened his pants, opening them over the huge bulge, which seem huger when he removed his pants and stood up dressed in loose silk boxers. He had strong, muscular legs and toed off his boots one after the other, then his socks, tossing them carelessly aside. Not once did his eyes leave her as he undressed, noting how she seemed to devour his body. He now faced her in his expanded boxers, his nostrils flaring.
“Would you like to do the unveiling, Hermione?” he asked her, his voice low as he gazed at the naked witch.
Hermione looked at him, her amber eyes absorbing him, his shoulder length black hair and glittering black eyes contrasting with his well-toned alabaster body. He looked like a living stature that some artist had carved with loving perfection, even his aquiline nose a thing of beauty. Hermione rose to her feet as if hypnotized and stepped to the Potions Master, her amber eyes soft, but full of desire.
“Yes, I would like to unveil you, Severus, but I want to take my time,” she said, her voice low. This was the moment, and she wanted to savor every second of it.
“Just don’t take too long, Hermione. He’s hungry,” Severus said, his eyes flicking down to his tented boxers meaningfully, then back to her face. “So am I.”
Hermione placed her hands on Severus’ chest, and slowly smoothed over it to his strong shoulders, her eyes locked to his skin. She slid them back down and over his belly, then around his sides, stepping closer to reach his muscled back. The Potions Master closed his eyes at the feeling of her warm hands moving over him. He felt her hesitate as she touched his scars, then she continued, exploring every line and welt, but saying nothing. She pressed her lips to the center of his chest, gently, still caressing him, then slowly ran her tongue over him, causing him to shudder as she tasted his flesh, her breathing increasing. She moved her mouth and lips over his chest and gently sucked his nipples. He gasped, and his hands came up to grip the small of her back, then also began to move over her soft skin, first moving upward, then downward, over the swell of her ass. She was so soft there. Hermione began to sink lower and Severus moved his hands into her hair, massaging her gently as she kissed every ridge of his belly, her breasts grazing his erection, and he let out a groan as she moved to his waist and stuck her tongue in his waistband. Shit. What was she doing to him? He felt her hands slip beneath either side of his boxers, and in one smooth motion she dropped, pulling them down to his feet. He stepped out of them.
Hermione knelt there, her amber eyes wide as she looked on the biggest cock she had ever seen.
“Diana’s golden arrows,” she breathed in amazement.
If Severus didn’t have a spare inch of flesh on his body, it was because it was all the extra was used to beef up his cock. The Potions Master was enormous. Pomfrey was right. He was hung like a well-endowed hippogriff. Severus looked down at the witch kneeling in front of his extended member, and she looked even tinier to him.
Hermione stared at his cock a minute longer, then looked up at Severus.
“You’re going to rip me in half,” she said softly.
Severus continued to caress her hair.
“I’ll try my best not to,” he said non-commitally.
Hermione had planned all along to give Severus a blowjob, but even getting her mouth around him would be an effort. Her jaw would be aching inside a few minutes. She reached up and grasped his huge member with her hand…she couldn’t close it around him. The Potions Master hissed when she touched him, jerking in her hand. It was very heavy, and hot with a thick, thick shaft encircled with veins and a large purplish fluted head. It pulsed in her hand. She moved toward it, and kissed the tip, Severus’ dark eyes watching her hungrily. She began to kiss it lovingly, up and down the shaft, wet, dragging, sucking kisses that made Severus growl in the back of his throat as he watched her, Hermione Granger, Spells Mistress, lave her lips and then her tongue over and under his cock until it was glistening from head to base. She lifted it and flicked her tongue over his balls and he let out a hissing groan as her hot tongue smoothed over them. He cried out when she sucked them into her mouth, fisting his hands into her hair reflexively as she rolled them about with her tongue.
“Dame, Hermione,” he breathed, “Gods that feels so good.”
His silky voice was dripping with pleasure, and Hermione felt a gush flow out of her at the sound of him expressing how she was making him feel. She released his balls and attempted to take him into her mouth, stretching her lips over him, barely managing to get all of the head in, and rolling her tongue over it in small circles before sucking on him as hard as she could.
“Arrrrrrrgh,” he groaned, instinctively pushing her forward, trying to shove himself deeper, but he was too big to even gag her. Hermione, determined to give him some pleasure, worked her lips back and forth over his huge head, caressing it, then drawing it into her mouth and sucking it over and over. This seemed to work because the Potions Master was panting and rolling her head over him uncontrollably. He began to shudder, and Hermione reached up and palmed his balls, shifting them expertly between her fingertips. She took her mouth off him.
“Do you want me to make you come like this, Severus?” she asked.
Fucking could wait.
“Yessss,” he hissed down at her. Hermione returned to her ministrations, using her other hand to caress his shaft as she continued sucking, licking and running her mouth over his swollen head, now a deep flushed purple, and manipulating his balls.
This just felt too good. The Potions Master pushed against her nibbling lips and stroking tongue, his pleasure intensifying as he watched her. Gods, it was such a turn on to watch her do this. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, focusing on the sensations rushing up and down his cock, and he wondered why the fuck he waited so long, his pale fingers wrapped in the young woman’s hair, the scent of her arousal and his own heavy in the air, the feel of her mouth on the most sensitive part of his body, the heady pulse of lust and desire thrumming deliciously through his body, and then he felt it…the pressure and the lurch upward, the cry beginning in his loins rushing up his taunt body, tearing through his throat and exploding from his lips as he exploded into Hermione, all of his being pouring out of him, pulsing, gushing, surging, a torrent of extreme pleasure and hot bliss as he came, and came, and came, aware of her receiving him, swallowing him down, taking his seed into her own body as if it were nectar, losing nothing as he shuddered against her, groaning as he slowed, bending over her, his chest heaving, returning to the stone floor he was lifted from, becoming aware again, slowly and pulling her upward, kissing her and tasting himself, then somehow spinning and ending up on the cool damp sheets on his back, Hermione’s fingers dancing across his chest
Still panting slightly, Severus looked at the sloe-eyed witch lying beside him, one leg thrown across his.
“I’ve got to fuck you,” he breathed.
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A/N: Had to do the bj. Severus was showing his skills too much. Hermione has some too. Now…without further ado, the deflowering of Severus Snape. Please review.