Merry XXXmas, Professor Snape

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Chapter 8 ~ Hermione’s First Gift

The Professor carried the breathless, excited witch into his bedroom and gently set her down on the floor. She instantly latched on to the Potions Master, her need and desire taking her over. She reached up, locked her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers, pushing her tongue between his lips, molding her curves to his body and rubbing herself instinctively against his erection. Snape reveled in her fervor for a moment, glad he had taken the potions. The friction of her body rubbing against his cock was just too good. He would have come for sure. The young witch was so ready to be taken. She couldn’t fight all the luscious feelings pulsing through her, so abandoned herself to them.

“Gods…is this what it’s like to want a man to fuck you? How do you fight this?” she breathed up at him. Snape smirked as he rubbed her lower back through her shirt.

“You’re not supposed to fight it in situations like this, Hermione. The more you surrender yourself to the feelings, the better the act is when it occurs…though there is something to be said for holding back until the breaking point,” he said, pulling back from her. His black eyes met her amber ones.

“I’m going to undress you now," Snape said softly. Since she was new at this, he decided he would guide her through this, let her know what he intended to do to her before actually doing it. She was very willing, and probably would just accept whatever he did, but the teacher in him was coming to the fore. She said she wanted to be taught.

“All right, Professor,” she said, stepping back and flushing a little.

“Call me Severus, Hermione,” he breathed as he pulled the ridiculous elf hat off her head and threw it on the floor.

“Severus,” she said, sending a chill through him.

The Professor loosened the wide belt and removed it, catching the bottom of her shirt in both his hands.

“Raise your arms,” he said, pulling the shirt up.

Hermione obliged and he slipped the shirt off of her and dropped it to the floor. Then he kneeled and took off the curly toed elf shoes. Hermione balanced herself by holding his shoulder, and lifted one foot, then the other. He tossed the shoes behind him.

Snape stepped back to look at her body. Her breasts were large, with dark areolas, her nipples puckered with desire. Her belly was flat, the muscles well defined. Her hips flared out nicely from her waist, and a perfect chestnut bush graced the vee between her thighs, which were a little thick. Despite her short stature, her legs were long. Snape gazed at her through his lashes. He thought he had never seen a body more perfect.

“You are beautiful, so, so, beautiful,” he said hoarsely. His black eyes reflected the hunger burning inside him as he looked at the witch.

“I want to see you,” Hermione whispered, her amber eyes focused on his nightshirt as if she could see his body through it. He removed his nightcap, caught the bottom of the shirt and pulled it over his head. He stood before her naked, watching her reaction as her eyes swept over his chest, belly and cock. It was the first time she had ever seen a man’s organ

The witch’s eyes widened.

“Is it supposed to be that big?” she asked him, looking extremely nervous. “That’s really big, Prof…Severus. I don’t know if it will fit.”

The Professor looked down at his erection. His cock was swollen, pulsing veins lacing the wide shaft, the head mushroomed and purplish. He imagined it looked quite daunting to an eighteen-year-old virgin, especially of her stature. It would have looked daunting to an experienced woman. He looked up at the witch, whose eyes were locked to his cock in fascination. It bounced and Hermione gasped.

“Why did it do that?” she asked him.

“Because you are exciting me by the way you are looking at it,” he replied. He stroked his cock gently, and Hermione was hypnotized watching his hand slide over it.

“Can I touch it?” she asked him, her hand already stretching out.

Could she touch his cock? Gods, yes.

“Yes,” he said, thrusting his hips forward a little

Hermione slipped her hand beneath his shaft and hefted it experimentally in her palm. Snape bit back a groan as her hand came in contact with him. She then curled her fingers around his pulsing member.

“It’s heavy,” she commented, “and hot. Hard. It feels like an iron pole covered with warm silk. Hermione held very still a moment. “It has a pulse too”

Snape watched as the witch knelt to look at his cock more closely. As she grasped his cock with one hand, her other hand rose and touched his scrotum. He hissed as she felt his balls gingerly, her thumb and fingers rolling them about and tracing the round outlines, caressing them in the process of her examination.

“These are delicate. I guess that’s where you aim when you kick a man,” she observed. The Professor winced a little at her comment.

“Hopefully you don’t plan on kicking me, Hermione,” he said tightly, leaning his head back and closing his eyes in pleasure. She was moving her fist back and forth over his cock slowly and looking up at him.

“No, I don’t, she replied studying the expression of bliss on his face as she ran her hand up and down his shaft, “This feels good to you, doesn’t it?”

“Yes. The touch of a woman’s hand on a man’s cock is very pleasurable,” he half-groaned at her. A quick study, Hermione began to move her hand faster, making the Potions Master gasp repeatedly. She felt a jolt pass through her body as his head snapped back up and he looked down at her, his black eyes so full of need it made her heart hurt. She stopped her motion and he groaned, still looking down at her. Keeping her eyes locked to his, Hermione leaned forward a little more and kissed the tip of the swollen head. A bit of pre-cum wet her lips, and she tasted it experimentally, her pink tongue flicking out and drawing it in.

She looked thoughtful, then smirked at him. The Professor groaned when her soft lips connected with his cock and he saw the beautiful young witch taste his fluids and not be turned off by it.

“Gods, Hermione,” he whispered as she opened her mouth wide and slid it over the head of his cock, tightening her lips around it, engulfing it in heat. His mouth dropped open slackly as she sucked on him gently, not knowing she should move. He brought his hand to her head, and caressed her hair for a moment before he slowly pushed her head forward, sliding his cock deeper into her mouth, then pulling back. The feel of her mouth sliding over him sent ripples of pleasure shooting up his shaft to his balls, and he shuddered, grunting. Hermione saw his reaction and understood what she needed to do.

She began to rock, moving her mouth back and forward over his cock, sucking gently, making Snape groan in delight. The heat in Hermione’s belly intensified and sweetened as she realized how good she was making her Potions Master feel. It made her feel she had some power, some control over him as well even though she didn’t know very much about sex. She looked up at him, her amber eyes heating up as he looked down at her, his face contorting as his eyes met hers. She was so beautiful, so innocent and trying so hard to learn what pleased him. He thrust into her mouth gently. She was new to this, and he didn’t want to gag her, though the gods knew he wanted to plunge deeper. But he’d soon get deep enough in her when he fucked her. She began to bob faster, her fist also moving up and down his shaft.

“Shit,” he breathed, fighting to keep from fisting his hands in her hair and pulling her forward harder. Finally he pulled away, gasping, his chest rising and falling.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” she asked him, her full lips glistening, as was the head of his cock.

“No, sweet. You did everything right,” the Professor said, pulling her upward and pressing her into him, running one hand through her hair and the other over her ass, grinding his cock against her until she moaned.

“Why did you stop me then? I was just learning what to do…” she complained as she moved against him..

“I stopped you, Hermione because I don’t think you’re ready for that yet. Normally when a woman performs fellatio on a man, she is expected to go the whole way. To swallow his emissions when he comes. You’re not ready for that yet,” Snape said softly “We need to go slow, my little virgin. One thing at a time.”

Hermione started to protest when he captured her mouth and kissed her, swirling his tongue inside her heat, ending her attempts at talking. He backed her toward the bed slowly as he explored her mouth and body. The edge of the bed hit the back of her legs. Hermione’s eyes widened, and she pulled away from his mouth, panting.

“Now?: she breathed up at him, pressing her pelvis against him anxiously.

“No, not quite yet, Hermione. There is something else I want to show you first. Other ways of getting pleasure,” the Potions Master said, pushing her back on to the bed and following her down. Hermione shifted herself so she was lying correctly in the bed, and the Potions Master rolled on top of her. The feel of his hard body on hers made the heat in her belly break out into a roaring fire, and she arched her hips up against his body wantonly. He began kissing her again, and Hermione’s hands went to his back. She paused when she felt the many stripes and raised welts on his skin.

The Professor felt her stiffen and stopped kissing her, looking down and seeing her eyes filled with tears.

“What’s wrong, Hermione?” he asked her softly, afraid he had done something wrong somehow.

“Your back. Voldemort did that to you. It must have been so horrible,” she said, her heart swelling with sympathy for the wizard on top of her. He suffered so much.

“Shhh,” Snape said, “I earned those stripes in my service, Hermione. I knew what I was facing. I know what I can expect every time I return to him. Don’t cry. With you I can forget my pain. You will help me forget everything for a time. Now, shhh. Don’t cry.”

He began kissing her again, moving his body against her sensually as he did so. Soon her sniffling ceased and she responded, losing herself in his tender, hungry possession of her mouth. Was this the real man behind the dour, sarcastic bastard she had known all her years as a student? She would have never imagined him being so gentle, and so good.

The feel of her soft body under his had the Professor going. It would be so easy to just let go and fuck her. But this was his gift too. He wanted to taste every inch of her. He stopped kissing her.

“I want you to relax and just feel, Hermione,” he said, “You can touch me any way you like. Don’t be afraid to. Your touch feels very good.”

He lowered his mouth to her throat, and Hermione groaned as ran his tongue over it, then bit her lightly.

“That feels so good,” she whispered, her hands sliding over his lower back and buttocks, feeling his musculature beneath her palms.

The Professor didn’t respond as he caressed her sides, moving his mouth over her shoulders and collarbone, kissing, licking and nibbling her. Hermione was one big burning body of desire. Every place his lips touched ignited. He moved over the swell of her breast, and grasped one gently in his hand, massaging it, enjoying the fullness of her firm mound. Hermione groaned arching up, wanting more. Then his mouth met her breast and she whimpered as he swirled his tongue over her sensitive nipple and suckled her, letting his teeth scrape against the hard peak over and over.. Sensation shot down Hermione’s body to pool in the soft, aching flesh between her thighs and she bucked up against him as he changed breasts and laved his attentions equally on the other.

“Severussssss,” she hissed, his name sounding like a prayer on her lips. The Potions Master groaned and slid his mouth lower, over her belly, working his way down, both his hands locked to her breasts, squeezing, massaging, tweaking, driving the young witch wild with his mouth and his hands. The Potions Master slid lower, blowing his warm breath on her pubic hair. Hermione lifted her head and looked at him, her eyes hot and confused.

“What are you doing?” she breathed, her breasts heaving with unspent need. The ache between her legs was driving her wild, and seeing him so close to her center made all her senses spin.

“I’m going to pleasure you with my mouth. I have to hold you down,” he said sliding lower. His black eyes rested on her sex. It was wet with her juices, pearls of liquid glistening in her pubic hairs.

“Why?” she gasped as he blew on her lower lips.

“You’ll see,” he growled, lowering his head between her legs and wrapping his arms around her thighs as he slid his tongue between her labia and licked her clit. Hermione squealed and thrust her hips upward.

“Oh shit!” she cried, twisting as the Potions Master began to eat her out, lapping up her juices and nibbling on her tender pink flesh as if dining on the most succulent feast. Hermione was crying out, twisting wildly in his as his hot muscle consumed her. It was too much sensation. He was at the center of her ache, his soft mouth increasing the heat rather than soothing it. Suddenly Hermione shrieked as Snape thrust his tongue inside her deeply, feeling her tightness pulsing around him as she struggled to lift herself up and out of his reach.

“It’s too much!” she cried out, tears in her eyes as the intense sensation washed over her. The Potions Master had no mercy. He wanted to show her the ultimate ending of his ministrations. He continued to thrust his tongue into her, rubbing his nose against her clit, causing the witch to writhe and twist, her hands now tangled in his hair as she pushed at him. There was something happening inside her. Something uncontrollable, something unbearably sweet rising in her, and she arched her back, her toes curling under, her entire body pulling in on itself, centered below her navel coiling inward to a single tight point of being. Her face contorted, sweat pouring off her brow as the Professor licked and probed her, pulling her need downward, his whirling tongue the burning fuse igniting her. Suddenly Hermione arched, then exploded, shaking and screaming, as unbelievable bliss crashed over her, a huge wave of heat and pleasure rolling through her core, flinging her out of her body into someplace she never knew existed but had always, always wanted to arrive at.

The Professor held Hermione tightly as she came, his tongue thrust deep inside her, sandwiched between her pulsating walls. He licked at the honey she released, groaning with pleasure at the taste of it. Withdrawing his tongue, Snape began sucking at her opening, drawing out her luscious fluids and swallowing them down, thirsty for every delicious drop of the first orgasm he gave her, her waning cries falling like a beautiful symphony on his ears.

Hermione felt herself drifting gently back to earth, the Potions Master moving away from her center, kissing and licking her inner thighs tenderly before slowly pulling himself back up her body and kissing her softly, sharing her own taste with her as she quivered under his body. He smoothed her damp hair away from her face and looked down into her amber eyes, which were full of wonder as she looked at him. She was still panting. He felt a strong sense of accomplishment bringing her to her first true orgasm. But that wasn’t all he felt. His cock throbbed, the blood vessels swollen to full capacity, wanting its turn. He wanted to be inside her now, riding her body to ecstasy. He whispered an incantation.

Hermione felt a tickling sensation inside her and writhed.

“What did you do, Severus?” she asked him softly, the sound of his given name sounding strange coming from her lips.

“A contraceptive spell,” he replied, kissing her damp forehead and shifting slightly.

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A/N: Merry Christmas, Hermione! Her first orgasm. Nice present, eh? Please review.