Married Life

AN: Ok, I\'ve never written smut before so I used this as practice. Let me know what you think.

Legal: Not mine. I just like to fuck with them. It\'s all JKR\'s.

A jackhammer.

That’s what she thought of when he was relentless in his fucking of her.

She didn’t mind thinking of it as fucking because that’s what it was. She had always snorted at the thought of romanticizing it as always making love. She loved him with every fiber of her being, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t fuck the hell out of each other. Hot, raw, animal sex. That was what her husband was good at. Severus Snape didn’t make love to you. He took his soul and pounded it into you so hard you swore that you had just died with the intense pleasure of an orgasm.

She was well on her way there now. They had already been going at it for an hour and he hadn’t even entered her yet. But she had been begging for it the minute he came home from his meeting with Albus.

It became apparent to her and quite a few of the female students of Hogwarts that looking at Professor Snape through the eyes of an adult witch was nothing like the eyes of a young student. Gone was the fear of his sneer. His black eyes no longer held contempt or malice. The idea of spending hours in detention didn’t cause a shiver of panic. No, it caused a shiver of sensuality with the idea of being taken rough and hard on his classroom desk. His hair was not greasy. Granted bending over a cauldron didn’t help it any, but you were not going to find a copious amount of slickness to it. And of course, the voice that had always been able to hold attention with the barest whisper was the most ed aed about feature of the Potions Master at her university. How many nights did she and many other witches indulge each other in just how wet his voice could make them. No matter what he said, it was moisture inducing. Hell, the git could read from a dictionary and have every female in a 50 yard radius panting like a bitch in heat.

Did Severus know this? Of course he did. This is why he found himself buried head first between the thighs of Hermione Granger. Well, Hermione Snape now. The only one of his “bitches in heat” he would ever dare touch. The other part of his soul. And right now, that part of his soul was pulling at his hair while his tongue fucked her senseless.

“Gods Severus why do you tease me?” Hermione didn’t know how she formed the words but somehow they came out in a breathless whisper.

“A tease to you is but a pleasure to me, my love. You find my eating of you to be cumbersome? I can stop you know. I just find myself addicted, no, obsessed with the taste of you.”
He slowly moved up her body to nibble on her neck just below her ear as he slid one of hisg fig fingers into her.

“Do you have any idea how you call to me? How my blood senses every cell in your body and forces me to respond to you? The mere smell of you intoxicates me so that I struggle with consciousness. I want nothing more than to fall with you into a state of sheer bliss. Nothing gives me pleasure more than witnessing the flowing of your essence and to drink from you.”

“My Gods Severus do you have any idea how wet you make me talking like that? How your voice sounds?”

“I suppose I do. I notice the way your eyes glaze over when I speak to you in a soothing tone. I notice the flush of your skin, the shortening of breath. I see the look in your eyes, the way you want me hard inside you. Do you want me to fuck you Hermione? I can stop your so called torture if you ask me to.”

“Please Severus, just come inside me. I’ve got to feel you. You know I want you.”

“Say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me!”

“Gods yes! Fuck me Severus please!”

There was never a more evil grin than the one Severus sported when he makes his beloved wife beg for it. Beg for his cock. Beg for him to fuck her. Gods the sound of her whimpers alone could make him cum.

He leaned back on his haunches and spread her legs wide. Hermione is laid out before him, head turned to one side, eyes slightly open and lips barely parted breathing shallow.

“Look at me Hermione.” She turned her head to see him sitting up, stroking his cock with a smug look on his face.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you? Do you know how many times I plan on feeling your cum run down my cock?” Severus grabbed her hips, pulled her to him, slowly took her by the shoulders and lifted her up. Once she is straddling him, her legs locked around his waist while he’s on his knees he plunged into her. His hands fanned out along her back supporting her movements along his cock. One of his hands reached up and grabbed her hair, forcing her head back as he devoured her neck.

“Is this what you wanted? How does it feel? Do I please you my love? Does it please you to know you own me? That you control my very life? Tell me what you want. Tell me that I please you!”

“You know you please me Severus. The very thought of you inside me, of you eating me, drinking me does such things.”

Harder. Faster. A pounding rhythm begins against the walls of the dungeon room. Using her shoulders as leverage Severus begins to thrust even harder into her, relentlessly fucking with all his might.

“Who do you belong to? Who are you fucking Hermione? Whose cock do you have buried between your thighs? Who do you beg to be fucked by, to be consumed by?”

A slow panting whisper. “You. It’s always been you. It will always be you.”

Louder the pounding echoes through the room. The air is humid and scents of sweat and sex escape through the doors, windows and cracks in walls.

“Say my name. I need to hear you scream it. Call to me, scream for me.”

“Severus!”

At the sound of his name Severus begins thrusting with strength he didn’t know he had. Hermione begins cresting at the top of her orgasm and he can feel her muscles begin to clamp around him.

“That’s it my love. Take my seed. Take my soul. Everything I have is yours. Everything I am belongs to you. Gods Hermione there is nothing I wouldn’t give you. Nothing I wouldn’t do for you. You have bo aso ask me and it is yours. Tell me what you want.”

As Hermione reaches her peak and takes the long plunge into ecstasy she lowers her eyes to his, takes his face in her hands and speaks so softly he almost misses it. “I want a child.”

Severus cums so hard he must hang onto her for support. Panting now, lowering Hermione to the bed below, he kisses her slowly and smiles.

“Wish granted.”