Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

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Chapter 80 ~ Homecoming (Short Chapter)

Severus wasted no time when he sat Hermione down in the bedroom. He pulled out his wand.

"Divesto," he breathed, flicking it at her. Instantly, Hermione stood before him in all her curvaceous glory. She looked down at herself.

"I need to shave my legs," she said, looking at the fine hairs on her shins.

"No you don't," Severus replied, his black eyes drinking her in. "Right now I wouldn't care if you were covered in hair, witch."

Severus turned away from her for a moment. Hermione heard him whisper something, then he turned back around and divestoed all of his clothes except for his extremely tented black boxers.

Hermione scowled at him as he set his wand down on the nightstand.

"Why do you get to keep on some clothing?" she asked him as he approached. He stopped a few inches away.

"Because I had to leave something on to be 'unwrapped,' he said, arching an eyebrow and thrusting out his hips a bit.

Hermione giggled. She couldn't help herself. But gods he looked delicious, his dark eyes glinting down on her expectantly.

"Go on, witch. Unwrap me," he urged silkily.

Hermione closed the gap between them, hooked her fingers into the sides of his boxers and kneeling, pulled them down. She looked at his cock and started laughing hysterically.

"Welcome home," Severus purred.

Hermione stood up and fell back on the bed still laughing as Severus stood in a kind of pose with his hands resting on his hips, and his pelvis thrust forward. He was fully erect, and wrapped around his cock was a pretty pink bow.

"Oh Severus!" Hermione gasped, breaking into new peals of laughter as she looked at his prettily wrapped manhood. The fact that the bow was pink was even funnier. Severus pulled at the ribbon and the bow untied, dropping to the floor.

"A gift like this must be used to be appreciated," he breathed, falling on top of the laughing witch and kissing her deeply, stopping her laughter as he fit himself between her thighs. He pulled away from her mouth and raised himself up on his hands. They were lying cross-wise on the bed, Severus' feet on the floor for leverage.

"Lift your legs," he hissed at the witch, who complied, her body hot and needy now. She writhed against the wizard anxiously, not wanting to wait. Severus could read her body language as if it were large print, and didn't tease the witch. He was hungry for her as well.

"I'm glad you're home, Hermione," he purred as he thrust his cock deep inside the witch without ceremony, making her gasp. "I would have had to arrange a conjugal visit or two otherwise. I can't imagine doing without this tight, sweet pussy for any length of time. And the witch it's attached too of course."

Hermione could only moan in response as the wizard drove home, his huge cock claiming her body once again. Severus stroked into Hermione slowly and deeply, taking his time, groaning softly as her flesh caressed him, listening to her sighs of pleasure, his eyes locked to her face. He loved to see it contort as he fucked her. The wizard rolled his pelvis in a large circle and Hermione squealed as he stretched her around him.

"You like that, don't you?" Severus breathed, doing it again and listening to the witch's voice rise an octave. "You like everything I do to you. So wanton."

Severus locked his mouth to hers and began to fuck Hermione hard, jerking her body roughly as he plowed into her, enjoying her growing shrieks against his mouth. He dropped on her, grabbed the other edge of the bed firmly and used it to haul himself into the witch.

"I couldn't let you go to Azkaban, Hermione," he breathed down at her as she cried out under him. "I can't let you go anywhere witch. You belong to me," he groaned, driving into Hermione jealously, "Every inch of you is mine, inside and out. I was your first, now I am your only…you hear me witch? Next time you need to let off your frustration, you come to me. I'll give you the release you need. Release like this…"

Severus raised himself back on his hands, lifted his hips high and began to fuck Hermione wildly, slamming into her with abandon, his dark eyes full of passion as he rode her. He felt her nails dig into his back and rake downward as he drove her to the brink, the witch screaming and clamping down on him, bathing his cock in her hot, thick release, her arms embracing him strongly as she came.

"Yesssss. I can release you, Hermione. I will always be here for you. I will never, ever…" he panted.

Suddenly the Potions Master stiffened and let out a long, shuddering howl as he came, his body quaking as he rammed himself deep into Hermione, dropping and clutching her close as he pulsed inside her, grunting, his head spinning from the force of his climax. His mouth dropped open, and stayed that way as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. It was almost always this way with the witch. Always powerful and satisfying. Always something more than ordinary release.

Hermione felt Severus' fluids mingle with her own, a hot, strong stream splashing against her cervix and rolling back. Overcome by emotion, she once again fought to keep from saying the words in her heart out loud. Severus had to know them. He couldn't take her this way if he didn't know them.

The couple clutched each other, riding the waves of bliss that consumed them until they spun gently to the shore, panting against each other, feeling their hearts beating in counterpoint. Severus dropped his lips to Hermione's and tasted her deeply before letting his face slide to the side, his cheek resting against hers as he wound down. Gods, the witch meant so much to him.

They lay like that for several minutes, entwined and feeling whole. Finally, Severus gave the witch another gentle kiss, then rolled off her to his back, his feet resting on the floor, his face turned towards hers. He reached out and grasped her hand in his, and Hermione turned her face toward him, her eyes soft and filled with love. Severus brought the back of her hand to his lips and kissed it softly.

"You make me feel whole, Hermione Granger," he breathed at her before letting his eyes close.

The witch looked at him, wishing she had the nerve to tell him of her love. Instead she whispered, "No more whole than you make me feel, Severus."

The Potions Master looped his arm around her shoulder and pulled the witch tight against him so her head rested on his chest and sighed contentedly.

His life wasn't perfect, but Hermione Granger certainly made the last few years bearable. Hermione and Mathias. He was a father, and although he was initially unwilling to become one, when the responsibility was dropped in his lap and he faced it, he found it the singularly most rewarding experience of his life.

Mathias was a son to be truly proud of. Brave, focused, intelligent and quick thinking Plus, he wanted to kill the Dark Lord. An aspiration completely in line with Severus' own wishes. Mathias was not only his son, but his ally. If not for Hermione, he would never have known how fulfilling the role of a father would be. He was forever in the witch's debt for her determination to raise their child on her own. Forever in her debt and forever blessed by her decision.

Severus pulled Hermione closer.

If the Fates were kind then their connection would one day be complete. The wizard didn't dare focus on such a possibility, but still…there was hope.

And hope was everything.

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A/N: A short chapter…but heartfelt. Please review