Merry XXXmas, Professor Snape

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Chapter 9 ~ Hermione’s Final Gift

“Open your legs, Hermione,” Snape said. He felt her trembling increase under him as she obeyed and his body settled between her thighs. She looked a bit afraid.

“You’re so big Severus,” she said softly, her eyes round. She looked like a frightened child. Snape smoothed her hair again, his black eyes full of desire, but kind as he looked down at her.

“Don’t worry. You’ll adjust to my size. I’ll go slow,” he said, trying to reassure her.

She bit her lip, uncertainty in her eyes. She looked so innocent, so delicious. Severus moved up, resting the length of his cock against her sex. He began to kiss her again, moving his body against hers, rubbing his shaft back and forth against her pussy, stimulating her clit, arousing her. Hermione moved her hips, pressing against him, his hardness feeling so good against him she began to moan with pleasure. The Potions Master was gasping into her mouth, her wetness making his cock slick as he humped against her, trying to make her so hot she’d break and ask him to enter her.

Hermione’s hands clutched at the Potions Master’s back, and she could feel his muscles flexing beneath her palms as he slid against her body hungrily. He felt so strong, so powerful. A low groan issued from the back of his throat as he ground his cock against her. The witch knew he desperately wanted to be inside her. The ache returned full force this time pulsing deep inside her, too deep to be eased by what they were doing now. She needed him. She didn’t care how big he was. Her need was overcoming her fear.

“Now,” she whispered, “please. I ache inside.”

The Potions Master stopped moving, his entire body tightening up against her. He looked down at her.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked, knowing she was. Her pussy was soaking wet and her body burning up and quivering with need.

“Yes. I need you, Severus,” she said, “Please.”

The Potions Master shuddered at the need in her voice, and the hunger to be filled that was in her eyes. He shifted and reached down between their bodies, positioning his large head against her entrance. He hesitated a moment as he looked at the size of his cock compared to her petite body, but only for a moment. She bucked against him, feeling his hardness against her, poised for entry.

“There’s going to be some pressure, Hermione. I’m going to stretch you. I have to push,” he said, “but you’ll be able to accommodate me.”

“I know. Please. Just do it,” Hermione moaned, arching against him urgently.

Snape looked down at Hermione. This was the moment, then. What he was about to do was irreversible.

“Do you want me to distract you from the pain?” he asked her softly, “I could bite your ear lightly when I deflower you.”

Hermione looked up at the wizard who was about to make her a woman. Concern had softened his features. She felt a pulse of intense desire deep inside of her. She wanted to experience him. All of him. Even the pain of receiving him.

“No. I want to feel it when I lose my virginity,” she whispered up at him. She was a Gryffindor to the core. “I want to feel you.”

The Potions Master took a last look at the face of innocence, then he placed her legs on his shoulders and raised himself on his arms, her body folded under him, her thighs spread wide. He would be able to thrust into her quickly and deeply this way, breaking her hymen smoothly.

“You have to place me at your entrance, Hermione,: he breathed.

Hermione reached down and grasped his cock, sliding his head against her and gasping until she felt him nestled in the depression that would allow him full access to her. He groaned at the heat around his head.

“Put your arms around my neck and hold me tightly,” Snape said, his dark eyes fixed on her face. Hermione obeyed him, locking her arms around his neck. Her eyes swept down his taunt, muscled body, to where his thick cock was poised over her. This was it. He was going to do what she asked of him.

Snape took a deep breath, then plunged inside the witch, ripping through her hymen and burying his cock deep into her tight, wet ]sleeve with a hiss of pleasure.

Hermione screamed and arched upward as he broke her maidenhead and came to rest deep inside her, his cock filling her completely. Tears filled her eyes, and rolled down the sides of her face as she panted in response to the pain. The Professor held very still.

“That hurt,” she gasped.

“Yes,” he agreed, “but now it will get better.”

He gently pulled back then thrust into her again, hitting bottom lightly. Hermione groaned. He drove right into the ache, and it was indescribable. The Professor lifted his hips again and drove back inside her. She felt wonderful. Soft, tight, and wet around his pulsing shaft. Gods it had been too long since he had this kind of pleasure. He watched her face carefully for any signs of pain as he began to fuck her, slowly at first, biting his lip as he rode her body gently, listening to the increasing volume of her cries of pleasure as he met her need.

Snape was in heaven as he slid in and out of the witch, drinking in her every cry, every gasp, every whispered curse and blessing that passed her lips as he slid his length and girth in and out of her delicious body. His black eyes took in and memorized every beautifully contorted expression of pleasure that flashed across her face. She was a beautiful, passionate young woman, and right now, she belonged totally to him. He was determined she would not regret choosing him to be her first, nor forget the gift they shared this Christmas morning. .

Hermione looked up at the Potions Master, a soft lust burning in her amber eyes, thinking he was the most beautiful, passionate man in the world as he buried himself between her thighs again and again, his face locked in a mixed expression of delight and concentration, her juices gushing around his cock, bathing him in warmth and wetness. He shifted his hips, entering her tenderly at differing angles and she cried out his name like a mantra, her hands pressing against his chest hard and rhythmically with every delicious penetration of her body. She was lost beneath his gaze, his stroke, his flexing body. Her instincts had been right. He was the man to do this for her, to make her first experience one to be remembered.

Severus slowed his stroke, and Hermione arched against him, trying to make him increase his speed.

The Potions Master slipped her legs off his shoulders and lowered himself, kissing her deeply, stroking into her body slowly, giving the witch a deep double kiss. Hermione moaned into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck and lifting her hips to meet him. He took it slow and easy, tasting her and fucking her leisurely, savoring the beautiful witch. Then the Potions Master stopped moving completing, releasing her mouth. Hermione gave a little cry of disappointment and thrust her hips forward, trying to impale herself on him. He looked down at her, a smirk on his face because of her need for him. Hermione was so, so good for his ego.

“Do you want to try another position?” he asked her.

“I’ll try anything if you’ll just keep going,” she said, squirming beneath him.

The Potions Master rolled off her and got on his knees, easing down toward the bottom of bed. He looked down at his cock, his shaft and head streaked with the blood of her maidenhead, the undeniable proof of her total deflowerment. She was a woman now. His nostrils flared.

“Get on your hands and knees,” the Potions Master said, a slight growl in his voice. His black eyes glittered at her hotly. This was his favorite position. Hermione’s belly flipped at the command in his voice. She rolled over and rose to her hands and knees, and felt him widen her legs and move between them, his hands caressing her back soothingly.

“This time, Hermione, I will be a little more…intense,” the Potions Master said, smoothing his hand over her round buttocks gently. “This is my favorite position. If I begin to hurt you, tell me and I’ll stop.. Understand?”

“Yes,” Hermione said, torn between desire and trepidation.

Snape positioned himself at her entrance and slid inside her, filling her in one smooth stroke, groaning as her tightness surrounded him. Hermione gasped at how deep he felt. Snape pulled back and drove into her with a bit of force that made her cry out when he hit bottom. It stung, but it felt right. The Potions Master hesitated.

“Too hard?” he asked her, hoping it wasn’t. She was able to take that spanking. He was hoping she could handle him fucking her harder.

“No,” she said, “It stung, but it felt good.”

She liked it. Good. The Potions Master gripped her waist and drove into her deeply again. She cried out and humped back against him for more. The Potions Master growled and started thrusting into her quickly, driving through her tightness, her hot wet walls gripping, caressing and pulling on his shaft. He threw his head back, his eyes rolling up with pleasure as he banged against her cervix with force.

“Dear Gods, you are delicious, Hermione,” he groaned as he started to pull her back to meet his thrusts, burying his cock even deeper into the young witch. Hermione had given herself over to the Professor’s strength, loving the pounding ache at the end of every penetration as he jerked her roughly over him, fucking her with abandon now, his huge cock buried in her to the hilt, his pelvis slapping against her loudly.. A growing sweetness followed his pain, blossoming like a flower of bliss in the depths of her belly, petals of pleasure spreading to every limb of her body. There was a nectar in the midst of this, bubbling, rising, ready to spill over.

The Professor felt the witch beginning to tighten around him and lost all control, pounding into her now, unable to stop as his balls began to pull in upon themselves, announcing his impending release. Hermione was screaming something unintelligible, and somewhere behind his haze of lust the Professor prayed it wasn’t ‘stop’ because he was too far-gone. He wrapped an arm around her waist and bent over her body, his chin resting on her shoulder, trapping her small body against him and driving into her sweetness for all he was worth. Every inch of his cock was buried inside her, plowing into her depths like a piston on overdrive.

Hermione was screaming but it wasn’t stop. It was something guttural, feral and animal the wizard was driving out of her very soul, his physical possession transcending her body, his flesh, his abandon and his passion transforming what should be utter pain to exquisite ecstasy, drawing her up outside herself. She was beyond screaming, she was speaking the language of met desire, voicing the age-old tongue of union and impending release, her pussy bearing down on his hardness, sucking him in, then exploding around him in a torrent of hot, flowing bliss, shuddering, her senses whirling so wildly it felt as if the world itself were thrown out of orbit, and all she had to hold on to, was the wizard coming with her. For Snape had felt her clutch, and when the wash of heat poured over him, he let go with a howl, his release surging through him powerfully, wracking his body with tremors as he slammed his cock inside Hermione as deep as he could go. He clasped her tightly to him and poured his seed into her pulsing orifice, filling her with gush after gush of come as he too, whirled away into shuddering bliss, clinging to her body as if he feared he would break loose and fly away.

Gasping, both witch and wizard collapsed together, Hermione dropping to the bed, Snape falling right on top of her back, his cock still embedded inside her warmth, softening in her pulsing sleeve. He fought to place his weight on his elbows, dizzy and spent, dimly aware of the soft body beneath him. As his head cleared, he brushed Hermione’s tangled hair aside and began pressing kisses to the witch’s neck and shoulders, thanking her between them, as she purred like a kitten, her eyes closed, a tired smile on her face, utterly exhausted but listening. After a few minutes, Snape slid out of her body gently and rolled off her, lying on his back, his face turned toward hers. Hermione half opened her eyes. She seemed even more beautiful with the glow of satisfaction radiating from her amber orbs.

“Happy Christmas, Hermione,” he said softly.

“I don’t think I’ll never know a happier one,” she whispered back, closing her eyes.

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A/N: Wow. Now if only I could get THAT under my tree! Please review.