Blood of the Virgin Witch

Blood of the Virgin Witch


All Harry Potter characters belong to JK Rowling and to those with whom she has agreed contracts. This story was written for practice not profit.


True Emotions


Hermione wriggled around in his arms in order to meet his lips. They kissed lying on their sides with his arms encircling her. He tightened his arms and rolled, pulling her with him so she found herself half straddling, half lying on him. This was different. It gave her more of a sense of control than she usually had. Witch and Wizard not withstanding, the marked difference in their heights and weights, had always assured him the upper hand. Of course there was also the fact that after the first lengthy kiss she was always practically mewling for penetration or some form of release.

She rubbed against him enjoying the slight friction of his chest against her breasts and attempted to kiss him harder than he was currently kissing her. He stretched out luxuriously beneath her like a powerful big cat tipping her slightly so she was forced to adjust her balance.

She pulled away from his mouth to take in his face. His mouth was reddened and he was watching her through half closed eyes. His hair spilled over the pillow and she put out her hand to touch it. After his lunchtime shower and a day away from the cauldrons it lacked its usual greasiness and was rather pleasant to stroke. Using her other hand she began to trace his thin masculine lips with her fingertips. He continued to eriserise her with his dark dark eyes and she was taken by surprise as he playfully snapped at her finger ends.

She let out a gasp followed by a laugh and smacked his chest lightly before leaning in for another extended kiss. She could feel her wetness smearing him as she moved and she was hit by an urge to explore.

She left his lips and gave him a series of nibbling kisses over his neck and he moved his head from side to side to give her access. Continuing down onto his chest she gave him a random series of licks which made him shiver. Whenever she looked up she could see those hypnotic black eyes fixed on her.

Wriggling down a little she began to play with his nipples, in the same way as he had played with hers, on the occasion they had bathed together after their first time. She was fascinated at the way they puckered when she touched them. She gave each of them a lick and moved on.

Sliding a little further down she int into contact with his erection hard against her buttocks. She was warm inside by this point but determined to take advantage of her first opportunity to examine his genitals closely while she still had a measure of control.

She slid off him and moved to station herself between his legs, which he obligingly spread for her. She stroked his inner thighs as she looked carefully at him. He had propped himself up on his elbows in order to watch her. She tentatively stroked him with the side of her forefinger exploring the long shaft and the glans a little at a time, alternating between watching what she was doing and looking at his face. Not a handsome face by many people’s standards but a strong proud face that no one saw as she did.

She drew back still further and kissed one of his drawn up knees while still gently stroking. She heard his gasp as she began to kiss her way slowly and painstakingly up the inside of his long thigh. He was riveted by this, breathlessly wondering how far she would be able to go. She travelled all the way up his leg before softly pecking each of his testicles in turn and then planting a single open mouthed lapping kiss on the tip of his penis, which almost caused him to bite through his lip. Her confidence failed slightly at this but she kept contact by rubbing the soft skin of her cheek against his hardness and sending him a flushed heated glance.

He realised that she had gone as far down this route as she was able to at the moment and decided to rescue her. He stretched out his legs and pushed himself up into a sitting position.

“Come to me my little witch,” he murmured seductivelatchatching her under her chin to encourage her to straighten up. She did so and he guided her back up the bed and prompted her to straddle his legs again.

“Are you wet for me my beauty?” he whispered, in a voice which sent a blast of heat racing through her.

Unable to speak, she nodded.

“Dip your fingers and let me taste,” he instructed.

She placed her hand between her legs and penetrated herself briefly, moaning as she did so.

“Let me taste,” he repeated, as she showed no inclination to remove her hand.

She brought up three moisture coated fingers to his mouth and watched in fascination as he cleaned them with his tongue.

“Very sweet,” he pronounced. “Would you like me to be inside you now?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Let’s try it this way,” he said leaning back into his pillows. “Raise yourself up and move forward… I’ll help you…Don’t hurt yourself.”

He guided her movements so she was able to slowly sink down upon his shaft. He was even further aroused by the totally unguarded expression of bliss on her face as she felt herself filled. She settled for a moment and Severus cupped her breasts, massaging her nipples with his thumbs and she began to fidget and experiment with her movements until she hit on an effective method of rising and falling.

Severus continued to explore her small body with his large hands, his eyes locked on her face. He tried desperately to delay his climax and urged her movements with a whispered litany of worship but he didn’t know if she could comprehend him. Finally she came and collapsed quivering against his chest.

He held her lovingly until she began to recover, before lifting her off his erection and laying her down.

“I need to finish,” he said, before spreading her legs and driving into her with powerful strokes. She caressed him in her dazed state, quite overwhelmed by him. He came quickly and collapsed on top of her. She clutched him tightly as was becoming her habit. When he could speak, he said,

“I would die for you.”

“I love you Severus,” she said.