The Mentor

Disclaimer: I am making nothing from this...I just wanted to take some of JK's characters out for a spin

NC-17!

Chapter 9 – Together

At the exact moment when Severus realized that he was finally going to get to kiss Hermione, any thoughts of being gentle with her evaporated from his mind. The sexual tension that had been building between them had finally reached the boiling point. When his lips touched hers, his kiss was hot, thorough and very aggressive. His tongue pushed against her mouth forcefully, and she had no choice but to open for him.

His tongue swept inside, wanting to taste and conquer. Hermione’s own tongue began to move against his, gently at first, and then with more power as his passion spurred her own. This was so different from any kiss she had ever experienced. Viktor had been aggressive, but his technique was sloppy. Ron had been very shy at first, but when he finally used his tongue, it was too wet. This kiss from Severus was perfect. His lips were thin but firm, his tongue was possessive and forceful. He continued attacking Hermione’s lips and tongue, his manner so demanding that Hermione could not suppress a shudder that ran through her body.

Her gentle shaking was what finally broke the spell that Severus was under. It reminded him of her innocence, and his touch immediately gentled. The entire time that he had been kissing her, his hands had not moved from holding her the back of her head. Her hands had not moved either, still wrapped tightly around his neck.

Slowly, he pulled back pressing soft kisses to the corner of her mouth, then across the line of her jaw and continuing to her neck. With each tender kiss, his tongue licked out to flick a line of fire down her throat. Hermione felt each kiss and touch from his tongue; it was as if he was branding her, the heat was so intense. Severus gently tilted her head to the side so that he could have better access to her silken skin.

Hermione shifted so that she sat even closer to him, sliding her hands up to twist in his soft hair. Leaning forward, her erect nipples pushed against the curling hairs that were dusted along his chest. She could not stifle a moan at the intimate contact, and unknowingly bucked into his lap. As his chest hair teased her nipples to even harder points, Hermione felt as though a direct line had been formed between her breasts and her clit. She was throbbing, and even in the warm water could feel the flood of her juices.

The feeling was just as explosive for Severus. It felt as though her nipples were burning holes in his chest, and he shifted against her, groaning with the erotic friction of the movement.

His kissed his way back up her neck, pausing to run his tongue over the shell of her ear.

“You are the sexiest woman I have ever met”, Severus whispered to her with a soft growl. “I cannot wait to make you mine!”

His words affected Hermione almost as much as his touch and she shivered with her desire for him. She leaned forward to kiss his jaw and neck. Hermione felt the rasp of his whiskers rubbing across her lips. With a gently touch, she kissed the sensitive spot where his jaw met his neck, laving it with her tongue. Now it was Snape’s turn to tremble in her arms. Slowly, she kissed and licked her way down his throat, across his Adam’s apple, and up to the other side of his neck, moving his head to the side for better access.

With the same tenderness that he had shown her, Hermione licked around lobe of his ear, biting down and then kissing it better.

“You are the sexiest man that I know”, she responded in a breathless voice. “I cannot wait until you make me yours.”

Severus trembled again. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that any woman would make him feel this way, and he certainly never thought it would be the witch who was now held in his arms.

His lips met hers in another kiss, this one much gentler than the first. Severus tasted her sweet, full lips, first the top and then the bottom, before sucking it in to his mouth. With a small sting, he nipped down causing Hermione to open wider in surprise. Severus took advantage of this, a languidly pushed his tongue against hers. When he started thrusting his tongue in and out, she thought she might faint.

Tentatively, one of Hermione’s hands began to travel from his neck. She stopped to feel the curves and valleys along his shoulder, bringing her hand down even further to caress his nipple. The smothered sound that Severus moaned was all the encouragement she needed. With one hand still gripping the back of his head, the other started to explore his body in earnest. Her fingers rubbed over his nipples, causing them both to tighten. She ran her hand across his chest, feeling the ribs and abdominal muscles; he was much more muscular than he appeared wearing his teaching robes.

Hermione kept her touch light and teasing, partly because of her inexperience but also because she liked the feeling of skimming her palm over his skin. Pulling her mouth away from his, she took a deep breath, and moving even closer, pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade. The anticipation of not knowing where she would touch him next was almost unbearable.

Snape’s hands began to explore her as well. He rubbed both hands up and down her back with a caress meant to comfort but also to arouse. When his palms slid around her ribs to tease the undersides of both breasts, Hermione lost her concentration. Severus pushed her back slightly so that he could watch himself touching her generous breasts.

Hermione sat with her eyes closed, willing him to bring his hands higher.

“Hermione, I want you to watch me touch you. I want you to watch me run my fingers all over your tits, squeezing and rubbing them. I want you to watch me tease these beautiful nipples until you squirm. I want you to watch me sucking and licking, until you cannot possibly stand anymore.”

Quivering against his hands, Hermione opened her eyes, looking at his pale hands against her slightly darker skin. She watched intently, and Severus did everything he had promised. When he bent forward to take one of the turgid peaks into his mouth, Hermione arched back, giving him even better access to her glorious body.

She was expecting Severus to start sucking on her nipple. He surprised her by using his tongue to slowly spiral around the areole, roughly rasping over the sensitive skin. With each turn around her breast, he spiralled closer to his goal. Hermione was shaking with need, hooking her hands behind his head, and drawing him closer. Severus finally gave her what she wanted, running his tongue over her nipple before drawing it in to the warm cavern of his mouth and suckling strongly. Releasing it with a small pop, he turned his attention to its twin.

Hermione never realized that her body could be so sensitive, and she thought that she might cum just from his delicious treatment of her nipples. Every tug, pinch or lick of her toffee coloured buds caused an answering flood of liquid from her nether lips. With a brief moment of clarity, Hermione was glad that they were still in the tub. She would have been soaking her panties otherwise.

Severus suddenly stopped, and pulled Hermione’s head forward so that he could look her in the eye. She almost groaned at the lost sensations of his mouth and hands all over her chest.

“Hermione”, he began intensely. “I want to make love with you. Tell me that it is alright to continue”.

She looked at him in confusion.

“I thought that is what we were doing?”

“This was the warm up’, Severus responded, he drawled. “I want to touch and taste you everywhere. I want you to touch and taste me everywhere. And then I want to push my cock so far in to your sweet pussy, that I may never come out again. Do you understand?”

His dirty talking had notched Hermione’s arousal up even higher, and all she could do was nod in agreement.

Severus smiled in that slightly evil, all knowing way of his and reached out the grasp her by the waist. Helping her stand and step out of the tub, he quickly followed, watching her ass intensely as she moved to the cupboard to get a towel. Taking it from her outstretched hands, he motioned for her to stand in front of him.

“I need to dry you off”, he explained. “I do not want you to catch cold.”

Starting with her shoulders, Severus briskly rubbed the rough terry over her body. Lifting each arm, he thoroughly dried her, smirking again when she squirmed as the towel brushed her arm pit.

‘So she is a little ticklish’, Severus thought to himself, promising to remember that for another time.

Turning her, he towelled off her back, and gently pushing her legs apart, dried those as well. Turning her back to face him, he finished with her breasts. She gave a small tremor when he ‘accidentally’ teased her hyper sensitive nipples.

With a knowing look, he handed her a fresh towel, and turned, presenting himself for the same duty. Much more gently, Hermione ran the towel over his entire body, purposefully missing his jutting erection. She was a little unsure about that part of his body. Although she had often dreamed about having him right there, being faced with the ‘large’ reality was a little disconcerting.

Kneeling down to dry the rest of his legs, she swallowed hard, and prepared herself to touch him.

‘I am only drying him off’, she reminded herself, and moved to stroke him with the towel.

Severus grabbed her hand, shocking her.

“This towel is a little too rough. You will have to think of something else”.

With a thoughtful nod of her head, Hermione considered her options, and before Severus had time to realize her plan, she moved forward, using her tongue to lick the last remaining drops of water from his swollen cock.

He thought that he was going to pass out. Any of the blood remaining in his head rushed to his loins, and the head of his penis mushroomed a dark purple. Hermione’s move caught him completely by surprise. As a virgin, he had assumed that she would need more persuasion to even consider oral sex, but she had surprised him yet again. With another sweep of her tongue, she placed a soft kiss on the tip and stood in front of him.

“All dry”.

“Indeed.”

Giving her no warning, Severus swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed. Hermione let out a small squeak. That had been completely unexpected, yet very romantic. She felt her heart swell at the gesture.

He laid her gently down on the bed, and then just stood there, staring at her, not making a move to do anything. Hermione was starting the get uncomfortable under his unrelenting gaze, and moved to cover herself, thinking that he saw something that he did not like.

“Stop”, he commanded gruffly. “Do not move. I just want to look at you. We will never have a first time again, and I want this image of you with me forever.”

With renewed confidence, Hermione stretched her legs and spread her arms wide, giving him an unrestricted view. His intent look travelled up and down her body before he finally made eye contact with her again. Moving fluidly, he sat on the side of her bed, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Taking her hand is both of his; he asked her a question that he knew could possibly have her kicking him out of the room.

“I have something very important to ask you, but I am a little concerned about your reaction”, he paused, shifting awkwardly.

“What is it Severus? There is nothing that you could ask me that is that bad…is there?’

He continued to hold her gaze captive, and then his eyes shifted down, to look at her small, delicate hand held in both of his.

“I know that you are a virgin.”

“No kidding. That is why you would not touch me last night.”

“Oh goddess…I do not know how to ask you this…so I will just say it”. Severus took a deep, steadying breath and looked her straight in the eye. “I would like to collect the blood from your maidenhead”.

Hermione was momentarily stunned speechless. Immediately she could see why one might be thrown out after making such a request. It was such an uncomfortable subject for some people. But Hermione had always been a practical person, and an academic. She knew several potions that required the ingredient, many of them used in healing. She also knew that the ingredient was so rare that even if one had the galleons to pay for it, availability was often the bigger issue. She wondered how many witches actually bothered to collect it. They were fools not to…some of her roommates at University had used the revenue from their virgin’s blood to pay their tuition…in full…for their entire degree.

Severus was starting to worry that he had really pushed it too far, but to a potions master, he felt compelled to ask. Hermione remained thoughtfully silent as she considered the request, which he interpreted as her trying to figure out the best way to ask him to leave.

“Alright”, she replied calmly. “That is a good idea, and I am glad that you thought to ask. I only have two conditions”.

“Name them. If they are in my power, I will do it”.

“Oh, it is nothing complicated. The first is that you and only you keep the blood. You cannot sell it to someone else”.

“Done”.

“Second – you cannot tell anyone where you obtained it from. This is a special moment, and I want all of it to be just between the two of us”.

Severus was shocked. Part of him expected some type of indentured servitude, yet her requests would cost him nothing.

“I am a private man Hermione. What happens between us will always stay between us. I am just profoundly grateful that I did not scare you off”.
With a soft smile, Hermione reached for him.

“Never”.