Dangerous Escapism
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
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29,027
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6
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Chapter 7
Snape drew his left hand to Hermione's lips. "Wet them" he said as he presented his fingers to her. One by one, he slid them into her mouth, noticing with admiration the way she used her teeth and tongue on them. After each of his fingers was dripping wet, he teased her lips with them, then re-inserted them two by two, then three, then all four, and was gratified when she closed her eyes and moaned as he fisted her mouth.
Meanwhile, Snape's right index finger was circling her wet entrance, as his palm continued to brush her mound with the greatest delicacy. Occasionally, he dipped his finger minutely into her, slowly working her moisture back towards her parted cheeks.. Hermione clutched his shoulders tightly as she swayed back and forth on his lap. He moved his left hand to her backside and, with his middle finger, found the spot he wanted. Looking right into her eyes, he said to Hermione "Relax and let me in. Then you'll get what you want." Whatever the girl's normal reactions would have been, both physical and emotional, were over-ridden by the Imperio curse, and she instantly relaxed her tight muscle to allow him to slide his finger deep into her. Immediately, Snape rewarded her with a similar movement between her legs, and started to stroke the sensitive rough spot of flesh inside her sheath as he worked his fingers in and out.
-*~~*~~*-
Granger's face registered intense pleasure and surprise. She instantly tried to hump Snape's hand, an action which he stopped with two words: "Not yet." He moved his left hand more slowly than his right, enjoying the sensation of total power and conquest. He eased his index finger to rest against it's neighbour and swiftly slipped it in behind her, following with a second finger into her pussy, much to her delight. She was warm, wet and tight in both places, and Snape revelled in the looks of shock, ecstasy and confusion he saw from her as he explored her.
Snape thought two fingers behind was enough, this time, but he slipped a third finger into her pussy before ordering her to ride him, an activity that he was eager to see.
It was mind-blowing to sit in his favourite chair and watch Hermione Granger willingly (in a manner of speaking) impale herself on his fingers over and over, while Fleur Delacour rubbed his hair into her bare chest. Hermione rode him like a demon, pushing his fingers into her as deep as they would go, moving faster and with more abandon with every thrust. Snape barely moved, except to lift his hands slightly when it became apparent that she was unwittingly about to unsheathe him. When Snape leaned forward and clamped his teeth over her right nipple, the primal cry she emitted warned him that she was a little too close to failing Potions, and he halted her movements with a muffled command.
If Miss Granger had seemed insanely frustrated earlier in the evening, it was nothing to her state upon the withdrawal of her teacher's hands from her body. As he carefully lifted his wand with his right thumb and baby finger, muttering a cleaning spell for both of them, she began to tremble uncontrollably and hung her head in as if in defeat. "Get off me, Granger." he bit out with a grimace, then regarded them both with a sigh and a smile.
-*~~*~~*-
Snape wasn't sure which he enjoyed more, anticipation of his own pleasure or the act of teasing Granger to the point of lunacy. One way or the other, this evening was almost over and he had one more thing in mind...
Snape drew his left hand to Hermione's lips. "Wet them" he said as he presented his fingers to her. One by one, he slid them into her mouth, noticing with admiration the way she used her teeth and tongue on them. After each of his fingers was dripping wet, he teased her lips with them, then re-inserted them two by two, then three, then all four, and was gratified when she closed her eyes and moaned as he fisted her mouth.
Meanwhile, Snape's right index finger was circling her wet entrance, as his palm continued to brush her mound with the greatest delicacy. Occasionally, he dipped his finger minutely into her, slowly working her moisture back towards her parted cheeks.. Hermione clutched his shoulders tightly as she swayed back and forth on his lap. He moved his left hand to her backside and, with his middle finger, found the spot he wanted. Looking right into her eyes, he said to Hermione "Relax and let me in. Then you'll get what you want." Whatever the girl's normal reactions would have been, both physical and emotional, were over-ridden by the Imperio curse, and she instantly relaxed her tight muscle to allow him to slide his finger deep into her. Immediately, Snape rewarded her with a similar movement between her legs, and started to stroke the sensitive rough spot of flesh inside her sheath as he worked his fingers in and out.
-*~~*~~*-
Granger's face registered intense pleasure and surprise. She instantly tried to hump Snape's hand, an action which he stopped with two words: "Not yet." He moved his left hand more slowly than his right, enjoying the sensation of total power and conquest. He eased his index finger to rest against it's neighbour and swiftly slipped it in behind her, following with a second finger into her pussy, much to her delight. She was warm, wet and tight in both places, and Snape revelled in the looks of shock, ecstasy and confusion he saw from her as he explored her.
Snape thought two fingers behind was enough, this time, but he slipped a third finger into her pussy before ordering her to ride him, an activity that he was eager to see.
It was mind-blowing to sit in his favourite chair and watch Hermione Granger willingly (in a manner of speaking) impale herself on his fingers over and over, while Fleur Delacour rubbed his hair into her bare chest. Hermione rode him like a demon, pushing his fingers into her as deep as they would go, moving faster and with more abandon with every thrust. Snape barely moved, except to lift his hands slightly when it became apparent that she was unwittingly about to unsheathe him. When Snape leaned forward and clamped his teeth over her right nipple, the primal cry she emitted warned him that she was a little too close to failing Potions, and he halted her movements with a muffled command.
If Miss Granger had seemed insanely frustrated earlier in the evening, it was nothing to her state upon the withdrawal of her teacher's hands from her body. As he carefully lifted his wand with his right thumb and baby finger, muttering a cleaning spell for both of them, she began to tremble uncontrollably and hung her head in as if in defeat. "Get off me, Granger." he bit out with a grimace, then regarded them both with a sigh and a smile.
-*~~*~~*-
Snape wasn't sure which he enjoyed more, anticipation of his own pleasure or the act of teasing Granger to the point of lunacy. One way or the other, this evening was almost over and he had one more thing in mind...