The Mentor

AN: NC-17

Chapter Seven – What You Do To Me

At the moment their lips touched, Hermione knew that this was different. Not that she had a lot of experience, having only kissed Victor and Ron, but their kisses did not even come close to this.

As his lips moved against hers, Severus gently sucked on her bottom lip, silently encouraging her to open for him. When she did, his tongue immediately sought hers, gently rubbing against it, both tongues dancing back and forth in a pattern as old as time.

Hermione shyly met his tongue with her own, teasing the inside of his mouth with her gentle probing.

She tasted so sweet, yet so innocent. Severus wanted nothing more than to lay her down in front of the fire and to have his way with her but he knew that this was not the time. He had assumed that she was a woman with some experience, but the naive way that she kissed him said otherwise.

When Severus moved as though to pull away, Hermione followed him, and to Severus’s surprise, he ended up on his back, with the witch sprawled on top of him, kissing him deeply.

“Hermione”, Severus breathed in her ear as he managed to pull away. “We have to stop.”

“Why?” she answered. “You want me, I can tell”. She ground herself in to his erection. “And I want you”.

She started kissing his neck again, running her tongue over the rough skin, tasting him and smelling him. After this, she would know his scent anywhere; salty, and musky with the warmth of cedar and sage. Oh, how she wanted him.

“Please Hermione”, Severus begged. “If we don’t stop now, I won’t be able to, and you do not want that”.

Hermione sat up abruptly.

“Who the hell are you to tell me what I want. You have no fucking idea what I want!”

She pushed herself off of Severus, and quickly made her way to the door. Severus was there first, and stood, blocking her way to freedom.

“Hermione”, he almost begged. “Please stop and listen to me”. When it appeared that she would, he continued. “At this moment, I want you more than anything I have ever wanted in my life. I want to possess you; body, mind and soul.” He paused, turning away to run his fingers through his black hair. Turning back to Hermione and capturing her in his endless black gaze, he finished, “Even though I have worked for the side of good, what I want to do to you; with you, should scare the hell out of you. I am a dark man; my wants and desires are dark, and I feel that it is more than you could bear. I do not ever want to hurt you, but at this moment, I feel I could”.

Hermione paused, considering everything Severus said. A part of her was frightened, even terrified by what he had just said. It was true that she was still a virgin, but that did not mean that she was a prude. Although never going 'all the way' with Ron, she had come fairly close. During the past few years she had become quite experienced at pleasuring herself, but it was not the same as having sex with another person. She and Ron had been intimate before their break-up, yet Hermione was certain that sex with Severus would be unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

But another part of her was so turned on at the thought of him taking her right there, that her panties were soaked in anticipation. And yet another part of her was angry with him. Severus had gotten her very worked up and now he wanted to stop! That was unacceptable.

Turning away from him, Hermione graciously seated herself back on the chair. She reached up and with a tug, had her hair spilling down her back. With another movement, she had her teaching robes off and was reaching up to undo the top buttons of her blouse.

“Just what the hell do you think you are doing?” Severus demanded loudly. “I already told you that I am on the edge of taking you here and now, with no consideration for your feelings, and yet you keep playing with me”.

Turning her head gently to bring her hair over one shoulder, Hermione looked up at Severus from her seat by the fire.

“You might be surprised to learn Severus that this is about more than just you or how you are feeling. Besides, I want to tell you what I did this morning”. Hermione turned to look him in the eye. It was a little odd. The more disturbed he seemed, the more powerful she felt.

“After you ran in to me in the corridor outside of the Great Hall this morning, I felt a little disturbed”.

“Did you”, Severus responded, trying to sound indifferent but afraid that he was not pulling it off.

“Indeed”, Hermione replied, smirking at him, and as he watched, her hands traveled up the front of her blouse. “And there was only one thing that I could do about it”.

Severus swallowed harshly, afraid to even ask what she meant. His thoughts immediately went to what he had done that morning, and his cock swelled.

Standing up again, Hermione pulled her blouse out of her skirt, moving her hands up to the first unfastened button. Slowly; excruciatingly slowly, she began to pop the button from it’s hole.

With his control barely hanging on by a thread, Severus turned so that he could not see what she was doing.

“Look at me!” Hermione commanded sharply. “I want you to see what you have done to me. I want you to live with the image or me imprinted on your mind just like yours has been imprinted on mine”.

Hermione jumped out of her chair, grabbing him with more strength that he realized she possessed. She moved Severus to the center of the sofa, and pushed him down. Leaning over him, with her hair teasing his arms, she whispered into his ear.

“You do not have to worry. I don’t want you to touch…just watch”.

Hermione took two steps back, her curvy silhouette outlined by the fire burning behind her. Again, her hands moved to her blouse, slowly unbuttoning each hole, her fingers drifting further and further down her abdomen.

Severus sat watching, transfixed by the figure in front of him. The source of his every fantasy was standing in front of him, slowly undressing herself.

As he continued to watch, Hermione pushed the shirt from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor with a soft swish. His imagination had let him down. What he could now see of Hermione was more than any dream or fantasy he could have imagined. With a quick movement of her hand, the center clasp of her soft purple bra was undone, and her full, round breasts bounced free.

With a shrug of her shoulders, the bra fell to pile on top of her shirt. Looking Severus straight in the eye, Hermione began to play with her breasts, both hands running spirals around each full mound until reaching the tips, pulling and tugging.

“This is what I did this morning, after you whispered in my ear. I went back to my room, touched myself and all I could think was that it was you licking, pinching and tugging on my body”.

Severus groaned out loud at the image. As quickly as Hermione had removed her bra, Severus undid his fly and roughly pushed his pants to his knees.

Hermione gasped when she saw his straining erection. It was huge, and the thought of it thrusting in and out of her tight hole caused a flood of juices to her pussy. Severus grasped the turgid length in his hand, and started roughly pumping up and down, watching her the entire time.

Realizing that she had the power, Hermione reached behind her to undo the button and zipper of her skirt. With her hips swaying gently from side to side, her skirt fell to join the rest of her clothes on the floor. She stood in front of him wearing nothing but her silky violet coloured thong, black pumps, and stockings that stopped mid thigh.

“I lay on my bed, Severus, imagining that it was you taking off my clothes, that it was you touching me, like this.”

One of Hermione’s hands continued to caress her breast and tease her nipple, while the other traveled down her stomach, teasing her weeping pussy behind the cover of her underwear.

“This is what you do to me Severus”, she told him in a husky voice. “All I have to do is think of you and I get wet. All I have to do is hear your voice, and I want you all over me, I want you in me. Do you have any idea what your voice does to me?”

Hermione moved so that she was laying on the carpet in front of Severus, giving him a clear view of her fingers as they worked her clit. Her legs were bent and spread out as she ran her fingers over the sensitive bud, pausing to thrust one finger in to her dripping cunt.

Severus could not believe what he was seeing. The object of his affection was spread out in front of him, like a sacrifice, working herself to a frenzy. His hand continued to frantically thrust up and down, his body screaming for relief. Just when he thought the torture could not get any worse, she spoke again.

“This is what I did Severus. I worked my finger in and out of my cunt, imaging that it was your hard cock. I pulled and pinched at my nipples, imagining that it was your tongue and mouth working them over. I imagined that it was your tongue flicking all over my clit and pussy, making me cum all over your face”.

Not only had Hermione managed to work herself to the breaking point, she words and actions had done it to Severus. With a small scream, she pinched at her nipple and clit, arching her back as her orgasm consumed her.

“Oh goddess!’ she screamed out loud. “I want you to fuck me Severus. I want to feel your cock inside me”.

At the same time, Severus closed his eyes and started to thrust erratically in to his hand. This was more than any man could be expected to take. Grunting with a hoarse cry, his seed shot out all over his hand in thin white ropes. Breathing hard, he opened his eyes, only to see Hermione writhing on the carpet in front of him.

Hermione kept shaking as wave after wave of orgasm consumed her. Severus pulled himself up so that he could crawl across the carpet to lay beside her. As her body continued to shudder with after-shocks, he pulled her into his arms, whispering his desire for her.

“You are the most fuckable woman that I have ever met. When you are ready, I am going to show you what a real man can do. I am going to lick your pussy and swallow every last drop when you come in my mouth; and you will come…over and over”.

Hermione continued to pulse with her orgasm, each word from Severus’s mouth prolonging the sweet torture as her body bucked against his restraining arms.

“I am going to fuck you every way that you could possibly imagine. You will never want another man. I will ruin you for anyone else”.

He continued to hold her as she turned towards his chest, her body now sobbing her release. With shaking arms, she reached around his shoulders to hold him closer. Again, she kissed his neck, licking with her tongue, slowly making her way to his ear, whispering softly.

“I am not the only one who is going to be ruined for anyone else. I am going to fuck you every way that you could possibly imagine being fucked by a woman. I am going to suck your cock until you come, and I am going to swallow every drop. And when you have more, I am going to let you spray it all over my mouth and tits. I am going to rub your cum into my body until it becomes a part of me”.

Severus shuddered at the thought of having Hermione in all the ways she described. Sighing, he pulled her tighter into his arms, charming a thick down blanket to cover them. Realizing that she was already sound asleep, Severus took the moment to tell her what he was really thinking.

“Rest now, my love. I will always take care of you, and you need to rest. The next few days are going to be very hard on you”. He gave Hermione one last soft kiss to her temple, and wrapping her even tighter in his arms, drifted off to join her in sleep.