Saving Grace
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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18
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29,212
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123
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Chapter 8
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. JK Rowling does
Note: chapter contains lemon
Saving Grace
Chapter eight
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He caught her chin with his fingers and tipped it up as he lent forward to kiss her. But his lips connected with her cheek as she turned away and stepped back.
“I’m sorry, I’m just…nervous”. Her eyes were fixed on the carpet and her hands were twisting in anxiety. Severus sighed, ‘She isn’t going to make this easy is she?’ He thought exasperatedly.
“It’s fine, I understand…umm how about a drink?” He said, his eyes lighting on his small assortment of liquor on a table in the corner. Hermione nodded quickly and walked to the two high backed chairs that faced each other over a chess set. Severus shook his head and walked to the bar. “Do you have a preference?” He asked over his shoulder as he poured a strong dose of bourbon in his own glass.
“Oh, yes, brandy if you have it please.” She said quietly playing with the ornate chess pieces. He nodded and poured her a large tumbler. He turned and sat down across from her handing her the glass. She took it and he watched smirking as she shot back a large gulp.
Normally he would have had a moral problem with getting a woman drunk before bedding her but in this case he decided it would almost be preferable if she were drunk. ‘Deal with the emotions tomorrow, just get it over with tonight.’
“Do you play chess Hermione?” He asked after taking a sensible sip of his own drink. She nodded and so a silent but ferocious game of chess ensued. After each move Hermione took another gulp of her drink and in four moves it was gone. Severus was impressed at her ability, she was actually giving him a fair fight, not good enough to provide a real challenge but still, better than most.
After he had thwarted her third attempt at checkmate he noticed her shifting uncomfortably and he looked up. She was bracing herself up against the back of the chair, her knuckles white where she clenched the arms. She was flushed and sweating, breathing heavily and kept shifting positions crossing and re-crossing her legs.
“Hermione, are you alright?” He asked bewildered.
She let out a soft whimper and said in a husky, scratchy voice, “Ohhh, I’m…I’m..fi-fine”
“No you aren’t! What is wrong?” He demanded standing up and pressing the back of his hand to her forehead.
The second his hand touched her she jerked and let out a moan. Severus stepped back in shock and watched as she began to actually writhe in the chair. ‘What is going on! Sensitivity, increased body temperature, panting…oh no!’ An idea struck him like a lightning bolt and he practically leapt to the bar. He grabbed the decanter of brandy, unstopped it and poured a small glass. He dipped his finger in the liquid and the second he touched it to his tongue he jerked back. Someone had put the most powerful aphrodisiac potion known into the drink.
He was familiar with the potion and knew that it made the drinker so aroused that it was almost painful if left un-satiated. He was actually shocked that she had lasted 20 minutes before losing control.
He was suddenly brought back from his musings by a soft whimpered plea, “Please Severus…please…oh Gods what is wrong with me…” He looked over at her and she was twisting her head back and forth, every muscle tensed, a tear of frustration coursing down her cheek.
Severus knew that explanations would have to wait, only one thing would work so he walked steadily over to her and jerked her out of the chair, crushing his lips to hers. She immediately jumped on him. Her mouth was savage; her legs wrapped around his hips her hands running over every bit of skin she could reach. Severus was almost thrown back by her sheer exuberance but then it all started to really turn him on. She was going at him with absolutely no abandon, responding loudly to his every touch and he responded enthusiastically.
He turned around and carried her to the bed still kissing frantically, their tongues battling for dominance. He dropped her on the bed unceremoniously but she couldn’t care less. He grabbed the bottom of her gown and ripped it up over her head leaving her completely nude in all of her heated magnificence. He would have enjoyed just studying her for a while but she was too anxious. She grabbed at his hips and pushed his drawstring linen pants down, down, revealing him fully. She moaned just at the site of him.
He smirked, liking the feeling of having a woman completely falling over herself for him even if she couldn’t help it. She grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the bed as she scooted back and laid back against the pillows.
But Severus, revealing his inner cruelty, decided to play with her, now that he had her in this position and probably would never again. He pulled back and grabbed his wand from the floor. He summoned straps and before Hermione could move her hands were tied to the head bored. She whimpered and he sat at the end of the bed just out of reach.
“Severus PLEASE. OH GODS I need you so badly. Please Severus I’ll do anything! Anything!!” Severus Snape was kinky enough to thoroughly enjoy having a woman tied and begging for him.
“What exactly do you want me to do Hermione?” He asked silkily
“Touch me, oh touch me please.” She was crying in frustration and out of need for release.
Her plea was too much for Severus and he practically dived on top of her. He buried his face in her breasts and while licking them all over his hand went straight to her dripping center. She was already so sexually charged that the instant his fingers touched her she was thrown over the edge. She screamed his name and Severus just smiled knowing that her appetite wouldn’t nearly be satiated yet.
Sure enough after only a few moments she was writhing again. His long fingers went to work. He felt her hymen and the thrill of her virginity overcame him. He managed to slip a second finger into her but it was a tight fit and the second he did she convulsed again. She screamed out his name and as she slowly drifted back he pulled back from her completely.
He sat watching her slowly come back from euphoria and start to writhe in need again. He smiled and looked down at her, her hair splayed over his pillows, her hands tied, her legs spread wide and her body highlighted with a beautiful blush and a glistening of sweat.
“What would you like me to do now Hermione?” He said as his own need catching up with hers.
“Please…please…” She could only whimper
“Please what, Hermione?” He smirked
“Take me! Oh Gods take me please”
He moved on top of her, resting his wait on his hands, then positioned himself at her entrance. He was above average size for most men and new that his size coupled with her tightness would make this painful but he knew that in her condition every thing would be pleasurable. So with that thought he pushed himself into her fully, in one slow thrust. He had covered his mouth with hers and felt her scream of fulfillment. He waited, muscles straining, for her to get used to him and when he felt her bucking her hips against him he knew she was.
He set up a slow pace teasing her, holding her hips in place so she was powerless. She moaned loudly whimpering incoherently and although Severus was enjoying it just as much as she was he had always been a silent lover, too wrapped up in the erotica of it all to waste breath on noise. He felt her shudder around him as she climaxed again.
Slowly he sped up, losing himself and his control to the vixen beneath him. He let her hips go and she jerked against him letting him in deeper and deeper with every thrust. They rocked the bed, Hermione legs wrapped around Severus’ waist as his body slammed into hers. As both felt their climaxes near their thrusts became frantic, no control whatsoever, just wild abandon. And then with the deepest thrust yet both exploded in the sensation. Hermione saw fireworks as Severus spilled his seed and collapsed on top of her.
They lay gasping for air for a long time, Hermione finally satiated and both exhausted. Hermione just lay staring at the canopy and Severus had no idea what was going through the girl’s head and he didn’t even want to think about it right now. All he wanted was to hold on to the bliss they had shared and not think about the future.
He took his wand, released her from her bonds, got up and went to the bathroom. He brought back a warm damp towel and cleaned Hermione, who was, he supposed, too in shock to do anything other than lie there and stair. After cleaning himself he crawled back in to bed and pulled Hermione into his chest. She didn’t say anything and as he turned off the light with a word he whispered into her hair, “Don’t worry, we will think about it tomorrow…my wife.”
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Note: hope it was all you wanted and more. Please review. And sorry, but no updates all next week.
-Demos
Note: chapter contains lemon
Saving Grace
Chapter eight
*************************************
He caught her chin with his fingers and tipped it up as he lent forward to kiss her. But his lips connected with her cheek as she turned away and stepped back.
“I’m sorry, I’m just…nervous”. Her eyes were fixed on the carpet and her hands were twisting in anxiety. Severus sighed, ‘She isn’t going to make this easy is she?’ He thought exasperatedly.
“It’s fine, I understand…umm how about a drink?” He said, his eyes lighting on his small assortment of liquor on a table in the corner. Hermione nodded quickly and walked to the two high backed chairs that faced each other over a chess set. Severus shook his head and walked to the bar. “Do you have a preference?” He asked over his shoulder as he poured a strong dose of bourbon in his own glass.
“Oh, yes, brandy if you have it please.” She said quietly playing with the ornate chess pieces. He nodded and poured her a large tumbler. He turned and sat down across from her handing her the glass. She took it and he watched smirking as she shot back a large gulp.
Normally he would have had a moral problem with getting a woman drunk before bedding her but in this case he decided it would almost be preferable if she were drunk. ‘Deal with the emotions tomorrow, just get it over with tonight.’
“Do you play chess Hermione?” He asked after taking a sensible sip of his own drink. She nodded and so a silent but ferocious game of chess ensued. After each move Hermione took another gulp of her drink and in four moves it was gone. Severus was impressed at her ability, she was actually giving him a fair fight, not good enough to provide a real challenge but still, better than most.
After he had thwarted her third attempt at checkmate he noticed her shifting uncomfortably and he looked up. She was bracing herself up against the back of the chair, her knuckles white where she clenched the arms. She was flushed and sweating, breathing heavily and kept shifting positions crossing and re-crossing her legs.
“Hermione, are you alright?” He asked bewildered.
She let out a soft whimper and said in a husky, scratchy voice, “Ohhh, I’m…I’m..fi-fine”
“No you aren’t! What is wrong?” He demanded standing up and pressing the back of his hand to her forehead.
The second his hand touched her she jerked and let out a moan. Severus stepped back in shock and watched as she began to actually writhe in the chair. ‘What is going on! Sensitivity, increased body temperature, panting…oh no!’ An idea struck him like a lightning bolt and he practically leapt to the bar. He grabbed the decanter of brandy, unstopped it and poured a small glass. He dipped his finger in the liquid and the second he touched it to his tongue he jerked back. Someone had put the most powerful aphrodisiac potion known into the drink.
He was familiar with the potion and knew that it made the drinker so aroused that it was almost painful if left un-satiated. He was actually shocked that she had lasted 20 minutes before losing control.
He was suddenly brought back from his musings by a soft whimpered plea, “Please Severus…please…oh Gods what is wrong with me…” He looked over at her and she was twisting her head back and forth, every muscle tensed, a tear of frustration coursing down her cheek.
Severus knew that explanations would have to wait, only one thing would work so he walked steadily over to her and jerked her out of the chair, crushing his lips to hers. She immediately jumped on him. Her mouth was savage; her legs wrapped around his hips her hands running over every bit of skin she could reach. Severus was almost thrown back by her sheer exuberance but then it all started to really turn him on. She was going at him with absolutely no abandon, responding loudly to his every touch and he responded enthusiastically.
He turned around and carried her to the bed still kissing frantically, their tongues battling for dominance. He dropped her on the bed unceremoniously but she couldn’t care less. He grabbed the bottom of her gown and ripped it up over her head leaving her completely nude in all of her heated magnificence. He would have enjoyed just studying her for a while but she was too anxious. She grabbed at his hips and pushed his drawstring linen pants down, down, revealing him fully. She moaned just at the site of him.
He smirked, liking the feeling of having a woman completely falling over herself for him even if she couldn’t help it. She grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the bed as she scooted back and laid back against the pillows.
But Severus, revealing his inner cruelty, decided to play with her, now that he had her in this position and probably would never again. He pulled back and grabbed his wand from the floor. He summoned straps and before Hermione could move her hands were tied to the head bored. She whimpered and he sat at the end of the bed just out of reach.
“Severus PLEASE. OH GODS I need you so badly. Please Severus I’ll do anything! Anything!!” Severus Snape was kinky enough to thoroughly enjoy having a woman tied and begging for him.
“What exactly do you want me to do Hermione?” He asked silkily
“Touch me, oh touch me please.” She was crying in frustration and out of need for release.
Her plea was too much for Severus and he practically dived on top of her. He buried his face in her breasts and while licking them all over his hand went straight to her dripping center. She was already so sexually charged that the instant his fingers touched her she was thrown over the edge. She screamed his name and Severus just smiled knowing that her appetite wouldn’t nearly be satiated yet.
Sure enough after only a few moments she was writhing again. His long fingers went to work. He felt her hymen and the thrill of her virginity overcame him. He managed to slip a second finger into her but it was a tight fit and the second he did she convulsed again. She screamed out his name and as she slowly drifted back he pulled back from her completely.
He sat watching her slowly come back from euphoria and start to writhe in need again. He smiled and looked down at her, her hair splayed over his pillows, her hands tied, her legs spread wide and her body highlighted with a beautiful blush and a glistening of sweat.
“What would you like me to do now Hermione?” He said as his own need catching up with hers.
“Please…please…” She could only whimper
“Please what, Hermione?” He smirked
“Take me! Oh Gods take me please”
He moved on top of her, resting his wait on his hands, then positioned himself at her entrance. He was above average size for most men and new that his size coupled with her tightness would make this painful but he knew that in her condition every thing would be pleasurable. So with that thought he pushed himself into her fully, in one slow thrust. He had covered his mouth with hers and felt her scream of fulfillment. He waited, muscles straining, for her to get used to him and when he felt her bucking her hips against him he knew she was.
He set up a slow pace teasing her, holding her hips in place so she was powerless. She moaned loudly whimpering incoherently and although Severus was enjoying it just as much as she was he had always been a silent lover, too wrapped up in the erotica of it all to waste breath on noise. He felt her shudder around him as she climaxed again.
Slowly he sped up, losing himself and his control to the vixen beneath him. He let her hips go and she jerked against him letting him in deeper and deeper with every thrust. They rocked the bed, Hermione legs wrapped around Severus’ waist as his body slammed into hers. As both felt their climaxes near their thrusts became frantic, no control whatsoever, just wild abandon. And then with the deepest thrust yet both exploded in the sensation. Hermione saw fireworks as Severus spilled his seed and collapsed on top of her.
They lay gasping for air for a long time, Hermione finally satiated and both exhausted. Hermione just lay staring at the canopy and Severus had no idea what was going through the girl’s head and he didn’t even want to think about it right now. All he wanted was to hold on to the bliss they had shared and not think about the future.
He took his wand, released her from her bonds, got up and went to the bathroom. He brought back a warm damp towel and cleaned Hermione, who was, he supposed, too in shock to do anything other than lie there and stair. After cleaning himself he crawled back in to bed and pulled Hermione into his chest. She didn’t say anything and as he turned off the light with a word he whispered into her hair, “Don’t worry, we will think about it tomorrow…my wife.”
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Note: hope it was all you wanted and more. Please review. And sorry, but no updates all next week.
-Demos