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Breathless
Title: Breathless.
Description A short PWP. May possibly be continued at some point.
Author: Ira / irr4tional
Disclaimer: Guess what – I’m not JKR and these characters are not mine.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Contains scenes of graphic sex, questionable consent and breath-p
Background: The war against Mouldy Voldie is near to its climax. Hermione has been watching Snape more closely than usual. What drives her he does not know. What he does know though is that she has yet again taken on more than she bargained for.
He watched her pretty face react as he advanced on her menacingly. He saw her look of surprise. Saw how it was followed by anxiety and then by what could only be described as utter beautiful terror.
He strode across the room to stand before her. She was full of expectations, and he didn’t want to let her down now did he? Standing before her, their bodies inches apart he acted without hesitation. He wrapped his long fingers around her skinny neck, fully appreciating the delicacy of the flesh and bone held firmly in his grasp.
He stared into her eyes, and it came to him that her own eyes resembled those of a cornered animal. Eyes wide, pupils dilated, flashing with fear. Too bad she didn’t have those slightly too big teeth anymore he mused. He leaned his head closer to hers and sneered, “What’s wrong…are you frightened, little rabbit?” His reference did not go unobserved and he saw her eyes widen further at their implication.
She tried to speak, her mouth opened and he felt the movement of her throat beneath his fingers. His mouth curved in a strange, feral way as he tightened his grip cutting off the sound and most of her air in the process.
He took a step towards her, closing the slight gap between him. He lowered his gaze to her now, and she strained her neck to look up at him. She would not break eye contact he knew. That would be crazy. Almost as crazy as daring to enter his presence at this, late hour as it was.
With nothing between them but their robes, he relished the feel of her soft flesh beneath him. He pressed into her, knowing that her breasts were squashed beneath him almost painfully, that she could feel his thighs keeping her pushed back against the hard stone wall. He knew too without doubt that she could feel his erection pressing into her abdomen, and he knew also that she was confused.
The silly girl had pursued him for too long. Her games of trailing him, seeking to get to know him better, to understand him of all things, had not gone un-noticed. Oh he didn’t deny his attraction to her. Not that long ago he would have taken her without question, took from her what ever she could give and left her when spent and empty and useless. Not know though. He could no longer afford to play those games. The time for decisions was here and he could afford no futile dalliance. Choices had been made, his alliance determined, his future mapped to the finest detail. As had hers now.
Gazing at her he took in the sight of her normally pale skin, so flushed now. He raised a hand above her head and then raised his eyebrows in amusement as she flinched. Slowly he brought his hand to her face, stroking down her soft skin from her temple to her chin. His eyes locked with hers as he rhythmically stroked her cheek, his cool fingers moving back and forth across her flushed skin.
He felt her almost relax, knew that the pumping of her heart was slowing gradually. She was relaxing, fear and uncertainty and confusion had mesmerised her into a trance like state.
He smiled at her and her brow furrowed as she tried to assimilate this new information. Before she could think though he moved his fingers from her face. She was startled he c see see that.
“Don’t tell me this isn’t what you’ve wanted Hermione”
“I know how long you have watched me, how I have fascinated you, how you have dreamed of…taming me”
He smirked. “Does it surprise you that I know these things of you?”
“No, I think it does not surprise you. I think that was always part of the attraction for you, wasn’t it…Miss Granger?”
Hermione tried to speak but again he gently squeezed her throat, making her words naught but a strangled gasp.
She stared at him her eyes begging for help, for compassion, for anything other than the cool stare she was subjected to right now. His free hand travelled from her cheek to her hip and for a moment he left it there, his fingers pressing firmly yet not painfully into her soft, cloth covered flesh.
Loosening his grip on her throat Snape inclined his head and covered her lips with his. She was hungry for breath and for more and he felt her return his kiss eagerly, clumsily between ragged pants.
As her lips parted for him he slid his hand to the front of her robes, loosening then in one swift motion and pushing them roughly back to expose her naked form. His mouth didn’t leave hers and yet he knew she would feel his smile as he took a breast roughly in his hand and grasped the delicate flesh. He swallowed her cry and continued to knead her soft tissue, all the while pressing his erection harder into her stomach. He caught a nipple between his fingers, squeezing and pulling it sharply before suddenly releasing her mouth and dipping his head to her breast.
He sucked her nipple into his mouth, harshly at first before then releasing his grip and firmly circling the aroused nub with his tongue. Moving his attentions to her other breast he noted how lips parted and she tried to tip her head backwards. He loosened his fingers a little to allow her head to tip back in delight as he alternately licked and sucked and blew streams of cool breath on her nipples.
And just as she began to mew in pleasure he grasped her throat again, and again he heard her strangled cry, but now of course he knew it was one of frustration. Before her surprise and frustration could turn to fear he slid a hand down her body and slowly across her abdomen until he reached her pubic mound. Then moving slowly his fingers travelled down still, through neatly trimmed hair to her most private place. He felt her breath hitch as he slid a finger between her lips and stroked her moistness. His fingers lightly grasped her throat now, not squeezing but warning her that he was still there, still in complete control.
He could sense she was weakening. The constant feeling of anticipation was draining her and he knew if he did not act soon she would give up on him, her excitement would turn to argyargy and she would not receive of give the degree of exhilaration they both sort.
Acting quickly he thrust first one then two fingers into her. He allowed her a gasp of surprise and a moan of pleasure before he tightened his grip on her throat again. In and out his fingers probed softer then harder as he cut off her breath and released it. Over and over the irregular pattern continued. All the while his thcirccircled and rubbed and pressed against her clit.
She was close now he knew; her arousal had overtaken her fear.
He moved his hand from between her legs eliciting a small cry of dy fry from her. He leaned his head in close to hers, held his lips centimetres from hers as he said just the one word, “Soon.”
Hermione stared at him, her warm brown eyes doe like. She nodded slightly, a barely perceptible movement due to the hand around her neck impeding her movement.
He slid his free hand behind her, sliding it over her arse and down her thigh. Pulling her leg upwards he insinuated himself closer to her. She felt his erection against her now, and she looked at him in surprise. He smirked, so absorbed she had been in her own body she had not noticed him undo his robe and the trousers beneath it.
He let go of her leg to guide himself into her. She didn’t move as he pushed inside her slowly inch by inch as he increased the pressure on her throat. Her mouth fell open and she closed her eyes as he sank himself fully into her. Grasping her leg again he stilled for a moment. She opened her eyes a little and gazed at him.
The pressure of his hand on her throat slowly increased, restricting her sir intake.
“Soon, Hermione” he repeated, his voice rough with arousal as he began to fuck her slowly at first.
The pressure on her throat was constant now. Her breath became shallow and her pupils dilated. He kissed her greedily, thin lips covering plump ones and sucking her tiny breaths from her as he fucked her.
Skin already pale took on a hue that eagered him more.
Harder now he thrust into her. Her eyes began to roll backwards and he knew he must act quickly. Nimble fingers found her clitoris and as he slammed into her again and again he stroked her. With a cry she came, and her inner muscles pulsated around him. He didn’t stop fucking her as her eyelids fluttered and her body slumped. It sent him over the edge and he worked to keep his knees locked as he emptied his seed inside of her with a groan.
Finally her body weight became too much for him and he released her throat and guided her still form to the ground. He took a moment to regard her. She looked so beautiful like this, as if death had just taken her. It hadn’t of course not yet. Even as he watched colour began to return to her lips and her skin lost its greyish hue.
Kneeling beside her he stroked her naked body from pubis to breastbone. Then, skimming his fingers back up to her throat he lightly touched the marks that had formed. Some would become bruises no doubt, but that wouldn’t matter. As he touched a long finger to her mouth, full lips parted and a little cry escaped. She was coming round. He had to act quickly.
tbc
Description A short PWP. May possibly be continued at some point.
Author: Ira / irr4tional
Disclaimer: Guess what – I’m not JKR and these characters are not mine.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Contains scenes of graphic sex, questionable consent and breath-p
Background: The war against Mouldy Voldie is near to its climax. Hermione has been watching Snape more closely than usual. What drives her he does not know. What he does know though is that she has yet again taken on more than she bargained for.
He watched her pretty face react as he advanced on her menacingly. He saw her look of surprise. Saw how it was followed by anxiety and then by what could only be described as utter beautiful terror.
He strode across the room to stand before her. She was full of expectations, and he didn’t want to let her down now did he? Standing before her, their bodies inches apart he acted without hesitation. He wrapped his long fingers around her skinny neck, fully appreciating the delicacy of the flesh and bone held firmly in his grasp.
He stared into her eyes, and it came to him that her own eyes resembled those of a cornered animal. Eyes wide, pupils dilated, flashing with fear. Too bad she didn’t have those slightly too big teeth anymore he mused. He leaned his head closer to hers and sneered, “What’s wrong…are you frightened, little rabbit?” His reference did not go unobserved and he saw her eyes widen further at their implication.
She tried to speak, her mouth opened and he felt the movement of her throat beneath his fingers. His mouth curved in a strange, feral way as he tightened his grip cutting off the sound and most of her air in the process.
He took a step towards her, closing the slight gap between him. He lowered his gaze to her now, and she strained her neck to look up at him. She would not break eye contact he knew. That would be crazy. Almost as crazy as daring to enter his presence at this, late hour as it was.
With nothing between them but their robes, he relished the feel of her soft flesh beneath him. He pressed into her, knowing that her breasts were squashed beneath him almost painfully, that she could feel his thighs keeping her pushed back against the hard stone wall. He knew too without doubt that she could feel his erection pressing into her abdomen, and he knew also that she was confused.
The silly girl had pursued him for too long. Her games of trailing him, seeking to get to know him better, to understand him of all things, had not gone un-noticed. Oh he didn’t deny his attraction to her. Not that long ago he would have taken her without question, took from her what ever she could give and left her when spent and empty and useless. Not know though. He could no longer afford to play those games. The time for decisions was here and he could afford no futile dalliance. Choices had been made, his alliance determined, his future mapped to the finest detail. As had hers now.
Gazing at her he took in the sight of her normally pale skin, so flushed now. He raised a hand above her head and then raised his eyebrows in amusement as she flinched. Slowly he brought his hand to her face, stroking down her soft skin from her temple to her chin. His eyes locked with hers as he rhythmically stroked her cheek, his cool fingers moving back and forth across her flushed skin.
He felt her almost relax, knew that the pumping of her heart was slowing gradually. She was relaxing, fear and uncertainty and confusion had mesmerised her into a trance like state.
He smiled at her and her brow furrowed as she tried to assimilate this new information. Before she could think though he moved his fingers from her face. She was startled he c see see that.
“Don’t tell me this isn’t what you’ve wanted Hermione”
“I know how long you have watched me, how I have fascinated you, how you have dreamed of…taming me”
He smirked. “Does it surprise you that I know these things of you?”
“No, I think it does not surprise you. I think that was always part of the attraction for you, wasn’t it…Miss Granger?”
Hermione tried to speak but again he gently squeezed her throat, making her words naught but a strangled gasp.
She stared at him her eyes begging for help, for compassion, for anything other than the cool stare she was subjected to right now. His free hand travelled from her cheek to her hip and for a moment he left it there, his fingers pressing firmly yet not painfully into her soft, cloth covered flesh.
Loosening his grip on her throat Snape inclined his head and covered her lips with his. She was hungry for breath and for more and he felt her return his kiss eagerly, clumsily between ragged pants.
As her lips parted for him he slid his hand to the front of her robes, loosening then in one swift motion and pushing them roughly back to expose her naked form. His mouth didn’t leave hers and yet he knew she would feel his smile as he took a breast roughly in his hand and grasped the delicate flesh. He swallowed her cry and continued to knead her soft tissue, all the while pressing his erection harder into her stomach. He caught a nipple between his fingers, squeezing and pulling it sharply before suddenly releasing her mouth and dipping his head to her breast.
He sucked her nipple into his mouth, harshly at first before then releasing his grip and firmly circling the aroused nub with his tongue. Moving his attentions to her other breast he noted how lips parted and she tried to tip her head backwards. He loosened his fingers a little to allow her head to tip back in delight as he alternately licked and sucked and blew streams of cool breath on her nipples.
And just as she began to mew in pleasure he grasped her throat again, and again he heard her strangled cry, but now of course he knew it was one of frustration. Before her surprise and frustration could turn to fear he slid a hand down her body and slowly across her abdomen until he reached her pubic mound. Then moving slowly his fingers travelled down still, through neatly trimmed hair to her most private place. He felt her breath hitch as he slid a finger between her lips and stroked her moistness. His fingers lightly grasped her throat now, not squeezing but warning her that he was still there, still in complete control.
He could sense she was weakening. The constant feeling of anticipation was draining her and he knew if he did not act soon she would give up on him, her excitement would turn to argyargy and she would not receive of give the degree of exhilaration they both sort.
Acting quickly he thrust first one then two fingers into her. He allowed her a gasp of surprise and a moan of pleasure before he tightened his grip on her throat again. In and out his fingers probed softer then harder as he cut off her breath and released it. Over and over the irregular pattern continued. All the while his thcirccircled and rubbed and pressed against her clit.
She was close now he knew; her arousal had overtaken her fear.
He moved his hand from between her legs eliciting a small cry of dy fry from her. He leaned his head in close to hers, held his lips centimetres from hers as he said just the one word, “Soon.”
Hermione stared at him, her warm brown eyes doe like. She nodded slightly, a barely perceptible movement due to the hand around her neck impeding her movement.
He slid his free hand behind her, sliding it over her arse and down her thigh. Pulling her leg upwards he insinuated himself closer to her. She felt his erection against her now, and she looked at him in surprise. He smirked, so absorbed she had been in her own body she had not noticed him undo his robe and the trousers beneath it.
He let go of her leg to guide himself into her. She didn’t move as he pushed inside her slowly inch by inch as he increased the pressure on her throat. Her mouth fell open and she closed her eyes as he sank himself fully into her. Grasping her leg again he stilled for a moment. She opened her eyes a little and gazed at him.
The pressure of his hand on her throat slowly increased, restricting her sir intake.
“Soon, Hermione” he repeated, his voice rough with arousal as he began to fuck her slowly at first.
The pressure on her throat was constant now. Her breath became shallow and her pupils dilated. He kissed her greedily, thin lips covering plump ones and sucking her tiny breaths from her as he fucked her.
Skin already pale took on a hue that eagered him more.
Harder now he thrust into her. Her eyes began to roll backwards and he knew he must act quickly. Nimble fingers found her clitoris and as he slammed into her again and again he stroked her. With a cry she came, and her inner muscles pulsated around him. He didn’t stop fucking her as her eyelids fluttered and her body slumped. It sent him over the edge and he worked to keep his knees locked as he emptied his seed inside of her with a groan.
Finally her body weight became too much for him and he released her throat and guided her still form to the ground. He took a moment to regard her. She looked so beautiful like this, as if death had just taken her. It hadn’t of course not yet. Even as he watched colour began to return to her lips and her skin lost its greyish hue.
Kneeling beside her he stroked her naked body from pubis to breastbone. Then, skimming his fingers back up to her throat he lightly touched the marks that had formed. Some would become bruises no doubt, but that wouldn’t matter. As he touched a long finger to her mouth, full lips parted and a little cry escaped. She was coming round. He had to act quickly.
tbc