Pushed Too Far

Pushed Too Far
By: Snapes_Goddess

A witch can only be pushed so far before she pushes back.

“No,” Severus Snape said firmly as he placed a small pewter crock onto the shiny surface of the desk.


“No?” came the indignant reply of Hermione Granger, formerly Hermione Weasley. “What do you mean No?”


Severus arched one inky brow and canted his head to the side slightly. He enjoyed baiting his former student, it provided hours of entertainment for him; at her expense, of course. The witch had a temper, a rather wicked one actually. It was no wonder poor Weasley couldn’t handle it and ended the marriage. Hermione Granger had been a handful from her first days at Hogwarts when she had been but a girl, she was even more so as a woman. Though Severus never cared for the boy he had to give him credit, he had stuck it out for over a decade, far longer than Severus would have expected. Over five years had passed since their divorce and Weasley had moved on to someone more suited to him, someone with a little less fire and a more docile temperament.

The termagant that was his ex-wife, however, remained single and despite being in her mid thirties she didn’t seem all that inclined to change her status. Not for lack of offers, the witch had dozens of them; she just chose to ignore them. Instead she left her position within the Ministry and started up a small business, acquiring hard to find items for exclusive clientele, so long as it was within the boundaries of the law and her own morals. She didn’t need the money, Hermione was wealthier than she ever dreamed thanks to her role in the war, but what she DID need was a challenge, her little company provided her with that. As did the man sitting across from her, and he knew it, reveled in it.

“I mean no, N-O, surely you aren’t so daft that you do not understand the word,” he goaded. He got a thrill out of watching the color creep up into her face from beneath that stiff, high collared blouse she was wearing. It was a right ugly thing too, something straight out of the Victorian era, which wasn’t out of the ordinary for the wizarding world but was rather unusual on the younger generations. As was the ankle-length suede skirt that swished around a pair of tall black boots when she walked.

“You told me that you needed a full ounce of concentrated ambergris oil, not an easy thing to find nor is it cheap! But I found it for you and now you tell me that you do not want it?” She snarled through gritted teeth.


“I told you that I sought a full ounce of ambergris, I said nothing about it being in oil form,” he said with a bored expression.


“Why? Is the oil not suitable for your purpose?” She asked, her cheeks flaming and the back of her neck itching in irritation. Severus Snape was the most impossible man she had ever met. He drove her crazy and for some unknown reason she couldn’t stop herself from rising to his bait.


“No, the oil will work just as well…I simply prefer it ground down into a fine powder,” he smirked. “Call me old fashioned but I still enjoy prepping my own ingredients.”


Her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed as she slowly pushed herself up from her chair, her hands braced on the desk in front of her. He could hear the sharp sound of her breath from across the desk and could feel the heat of her anger pouring off of her. He felt his blood begin to pump hard in his veins in anticipation of a glorious battle of wits and words ahead of him.


“Are you telling me that you refuse to take the acquisition that cost me a small fortune because you like to grind it up yourself?” She demanded.


“The preparation is half the fun. It seems lazy and takes something away from the art of potions to use pre-packaged ingredients,” he purred, nearly salivating at the argument to come. He was a sick man, he could admit it. His survival and subsequent freedom had left him rather bored and more than a little lonely. When he was able to reconnect with the younger witch and form a friendship of sorts he soon found those feelings to be less intense. Something about getting her all worked up and argumentative eased the loneliness and eradicated the boredom, it made him feel complete, less like an old man.

“You….” She growled that single word as she moved slowly around the desk, her eyes narrowed and he could see that she was angrier than he had ever seen her. He was so stunned by the anger that he stood as well and slowly backed away as she progressed towards him. He nearly stumbled over one of the rugs covering her floor as he backed into the sitting area attached to her office.


“Now, Hermione, calm down, surely I am not the first client to…”

“Oh no, Severus Snape, do not try to placate me!” She advanced quickly and poked him in the center of his chest with her wand, nudging him back. “You have been a git since the day we met!” She poked him again, sending him back another step. “I am sick of it, I tell you!” Another nudge and another step backwards. “You have picked on me, made fun of me, ignored me, denied me, underestimated me and goaded me for the last god’s damned time!” With a final, rough nudge he fell backwards onto a sofa, landing in a rather undignified sprawl and staring up at her with wide eyes and an open mouth.


“Resorting to physical violence will not help you keep clients, Hermione, or friends,” he snarked. Finding himself in the rather unusual position of having to look up at the angry witch.


Hermione stared down at him, sprawled so haphazardly on her plush office sofa. She felt her mouth go dry, as if every bit of moisture in her body flooded south to pool in the long neglected place between her legs. She wanted him and for a moment she was left reeling by that realization. But only for a moment as needs she had forgotten about surfaced, neglected, starved and feral.


“Who said anything about violence?” She asked, licking her lips before they quirked up at one corner in a little smirk. “It seems to me that you have been on the receiving end of violence far too often in your life, Severus. I think it’s time someone tried a different route, don’t you?”

“What…” he watched her wave her wand towards the door and heard the soft snick of the lock engaging. She tossed her wand onto the table beside the sofa and reached up behind her head. With a quick tug of a clip her abundant curls were tumbling down around her shoulders in a riotous curtain of sable. “I…uh…” he stammered.


“Funny, I never thought you the type of man to ever be at a loss for words,” she said, head tilting back slightly as her fingers came up and went to work on the buttons at her throat. She saw his Adams apple bob as he swallowed hard and watched the movement of her fingers, took in every inch of creamy skin she revealed as she opened her blouse. “That’s alright; I have a lot to say to you, Severus.”


“F-forgive me, but if you if you plan to continue I am afraid I won’t hear a blessed word you say,” he rasped, shifting on the cushions and running his tongue across his lips as she un-tucked the blouse from her skirt and let it slide back off of her shoulders onto the floor. “Well, now, that explains a lot,” he said, his brows lifting high at the sight of the cream colored corset cinching her at the waist. The boning was covered in soft, cream satin and edged with ebony lace. It cinched in an already narrow waist and emphasized a natural hour glass figure. Her breasts were pushed high and together, threatening to burst free of their confines.


“What is it you think you have figured out, Severus?” she asked, reaching for the closure on her skirt and opening it without preamble. The heavy suede skirt fell into a puddle around her feet revealing a pair of stretchy black lace knickers and fine, creamy silk stockings held up with black garters over her black boots.

“The reason you and Weasley divorced…he couldn’t handle you, could he?” he asked, eyeing the little satin bows of her garters and fighting the urge to untie them. With his teeth.


“Don’t fool yourself, Severus,” she smirked, kicking aside the skirt and sauntering towards him. “Weasley never even tried to handle me. I was the one who did all the handling in my marriage.” She bent over, her nose almost touching his and her breasts nearly spilling out. “And I am fully capable of handling you.”


“What?” he croaked. His attention was focused on the creamy mounds straining over the top of the corset. Just a millimeter more and he would know the color of her nipples. Gods how he wanted to know the color of her nipples. The color and the flavor.


“Look at me, Severus,” she said, her tone soft yet firm at the same time.


“I am looking at you,” he muttered, his mouth watering as he watched the full globes jiggle slightly within their confinement. Her hand grasped his chin and suddenly he found himself staring into a pair of flashing tawny eyes.


“You are an arrogant arse, Severus Snape,” she said softly as she jerked her hand away and stepped back. She was standing with her feet shoulder width apart, one hand caressing the side of her thigh while the other idly stroked the mounds of her breasts. She tilted her head to the side, the curtain of her hair shifting over her shoulders, and eyed him carefully. “You need to be taken down several notches before you can be salvaged,” she muttered.


“Salvaged?” he asked hoarsely. His tongue felt thick inside his mouth and his head felt as if it were filled with cotton wool. He was rendered dumb by the sight of her.


“Mmmm…” She pursed her lips as her fingertips dipped between the creamy valley he coveted. “I want to see your cock, unfasten your trousers.”


“Pardon?” Surely he had misheard. With no blood circulating to his brain he had somehow convinced himself that she had asked to see his cock.


“I am not a patient woman, Snape. Open your trousers and show me what you’ve got…” she hooked her thumb beneath the fabric barely confining her breasts and tugged slightly, giving him the slightest hint of dark areola. “Or I could simply cover up and throw you out on your arse.”


He stared at her, debating whether or not she was serious. He was a bit out of his element. Witches did not throw themselves at him in general. Well…she wasn’t exactly throwing herself at him now; she was certainly throwing out enough orders. He managed to tear his gaze from the teasing sight of her precariously covered breasts and met her eyes. Those eyes were so familiar to him that he could read every thought, every emotion clearly as he could read his own. The witch was very serious.


“Alright,” he said, his voice actually sounded far more calm and confident than he felt. He reached for the buttons at his collar but she stopped him with her fingers wrapped firmly around his wrists.


“Wait a moment,” she said huskily as she leaned forward, her knee coming to rest on the cushion between his legs, nestled right up against his balls. “I’ve wanted to do this since I was about seventeen or so,” she said, slowly undoing the buttons on his stiff woolen topcoat.


“That long?” he asked softly, watching in amazement as the heat and passion swirled in her eyes. He had always known she was a passionate witch, and her taste in men had certainly proved to be rather unusual from an early age. He had not however, expected her passions to run so deep or her sexuality to be so blatant…certainly he hadn’t expected her to feel any passion for him.


“What can I say? There has always been a dark side to me, Severus. You appealed to that dark side very early on,” she said as she slipped each button through its hole. “I’d forgotten just how much until you set me off this afternoon.” She leaned forward a little more until he could feel her breath whisper across his lips as the last button slid free and she was able to push the sides of his coat open. “Now the shirt.”


“Why did you never say anything before?” he managed. Her fingers were sliding beneath the neck of his shirt, the backs of her fingers touching the badly scarred skin of his throat. He thought about stopping her, insisting that the shirt remain on but for once he wasn’t afraid of a woman seeing the scars that marred his body. This wasn’t just any woman, it was Hermione and she would never judge him for it.


“Because it didn’t really matter before,” she said, plucking each button free with ease. “Because it was impossible, because you would have laughed at me.”


“I’m not laughing now,” he said. His abdominal muscles clenched as she pulled he tail of his shirt free of the waistband and began working on the fall of his trousers. She had his trousers undone and his shorts pulled down within seconds. His cock sprang free, rigid and eager for any attention she might want to bestow.


“No…you certainly are not,” she said softly as she looked down at the penis standing straight up like a soldier. She didn’t hesitate to wrap her fingers around the base and slowly drag her hand up his shaft. Tiny little drops of pre-cum filled the slit in anticipation and he stopped breathing. “And you are certainly nothing to laugh at.”


She drew his foreskin back and admired the ruddy crown. He twitched in her hand, the dark blue vein that ran along the underside throbbing against her palm. Severus was panting, gasping for air and swallowing hard in reaction. She was the first woman to touch him so intimately in a long time; he had forgotten how good the softness of a woman’s skin could feel.


“Am I allowed to touch you in return?” His voice cracked embarrassingly but the witch didn’t comment on it. She just continued with her slow, thorough exploration of his penis.


“In a moment,” she said off handedly. “You have a beautiful cock, Severus Snape. Do you know how to use it properly?”


“It’s a bit dusty but I think I can recall the basics,” he said. He tried to sound sarcastic but it didn’t quite come out that way.


“Well that won’t do,” she purred, squeezing his cock gently as she stroked up and down, up and down, until he thought his head might shoot right off of his body. “I want more than the basics, Severus. I want it all…night…long.”


“I’m afraid that it’s been a rather long time for me…lasting beyond the next five minutes is going to be difficult with you stroking my cock like that,” he growled.


“Then perhaps I am wasting my time,” she said with one last lingering stroke. She stood and stared down at him for a moment, her lips pursed as she contemplated. “Or perhaps…” She tucked her fingers into the lace knickers stretched across her hips and slid them over her hips and down her thighs. She gingerly stepped out of the panties and kicked them aside before standing up again. “Perhaps we just need to let you have one off now to take the edge off so you can last longer next time.”


“Bloody hell, woman!” he nearly whimpered at the sight of the neat triangle of hair at the
apex of her thighs. Had it really been so long that the simple sight of pubic hair was enough to reduce him to a green lad ready to spill himself inside his trousers? She climbed on top of him, her knees biting into the sofa cushions on either side of his hips. She still wore the corset and the stockings and boots, it added to the eroticism of this strange yet incredible moment.


“Here is what we’re going to do,” she said as she settled her bottom onto his thighs. “I’m going to take that beautiful cock of yours inside me and ride you hard and fast. I’m going to make both of us come and then you are going come back to my flat where you are going to spend the entire night making up for all of the work you made me do for naught.”


“And if I fail to make proper amends?” he asked, his mouth watering as he watched her pull the front of the corset down to reveal those delicious cherry nipples she had been taunting him with from the start.


“Then you will have to keep trying until you get it right,” she said. She slid forward just a little and wrapped one soft hand around his shaft and with the other she spread the lips of her sex apart. He watched in awe as she began slowly rubbing the ruddy head of his cock against the slippery pink flesh. He could feel the heat emanating from her core and wanted to be immersed in it, wanted the scorching wet flesh to mold around him as he fucked her. “Are you ready for me?”


“Are you ready for me?” He croaked. He had meant to sound a bit sinister but instead sounded like a fourteen year old boy on the cusp of puberty. Her little smirk told him that the odd change in his voice was not lost on her, but she said nothing in reference to it. Instead she tucked the ruddy, weeping head into the niche of her body and slowly, torturously slow, she let her body envelope him.


It was like sliding into a silken, scalding hot fist. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, he could do nothing but feel. There was nary a sound in the room aside from their heavy breathing as she took him into her. Their eyes locked together, his fingers biting into the lush flesh of her thighs. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and braced herself. One hand on his shoulder and the other behind her on his thigh.


“Don’t move,” she whimpered. His body trembled with the need to move but he remained still, the rise and fall of his chest and the clenching of his fingers in her thighs his only movement. He didn’t dare lift his hips and shove his cock deep inside her the way his body was screaming for him to do. There was no way in hell he was going to risk it. Not with this witch, it was a bloody miracle that she wanted him to begin with, if he didn’t obey then the bossy little wench might very well slide that silky wet pussy right off of him and leave him sitting there with his trousers open and his cock twitching and weeping in frustration. Hell no, Severus Snape had been disappointed one too many times in his life, he wasn’t about to be so again. Besides, it wasn’t as if witches were regularly throwing themselves at him. Well…not clean, decent witches.


She lifted herself slowly, her creamy flesh clinging to the thick stalk of his cock. Poised at the tip, his shaft glistening with her slippery cream, she arched a brow and her lips twisted into a little grin.


“Hang on, Severus,” she warned him. His first instinct was to scoff at the warning. It was sex, sex was simple enough. Hell, she wasn’t the first witch to ride his cock. But then…then she began to move. She slid up and down his length with a fluid, graceful motion the not only stole his speech but he was damn near turning blue from holding his breath. He’d had his fair share of witches but damn. The walls of her vagina pulsed and trembled around him. As he looked down between them he could watch the dark pink flesh swallowing his shaft, her clit a swollen little knot begging for release.


His mouth watered, he wanted to suck on that little protrusion until she screamed, wanted to feel her coming against his lips, to taste the sweetness that would pour from her onto his tongue. He watched her take him, the swollen folds caressing his length. He couldn’t help himself as his hand slid over her thigh and with one long finger he began to lightly stroke the straining little bud.


“Oh god,” she groaned. She began to move faster, taking him deeper, harder. He continued to stroke her clit as she leaned forward, both hands on his shoulders now as she bounced on his cock. “Suck me,” she demanded, pressing one dark, tight nipple against his lips. He moaned with delight, finally a taste of those teasing little berries he had been admiring since this surreal encounter had begun. She was growling, whimpering in frustration as she began to grind down on him with every eager bounce. He could feel her tightening; feel the fluttering of her vagina around his shaft.


“You want to come,” he whispered hoarsely. Taking her clit between his thumb and forefinger he began to tweak it gently. “You need me to move, Hermione; you need me deeper inside you.” Of course he had no way of knowing if this were true, he just wanted to be balls deep inside the witch when he blew.


“Fuck me,” she growled. She bent her head and nipped at his bottom lip, tugging on the bit of flesh with her teeth for a moment before letting her tongue sooth away the sting. “Don’t be gentle,” she said just before she slanted her lips over his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him with a hunger like nothing he had ever experienced before. He gripped the fleshy globes of her ass, braced his feet on the floor and began to power his cock into her without restraint. It took a few seconds to find a matching rhythm with the bouncing witch who was sucking on his tongue as if it were his cock, but once they found it—it was pure, un-adulterated fucking heaven.


The slapping of skin, the scalding tickle of her juices coating his balls as she bounced against him, it was all bliss. She cried into his mouth as the head of his cock bumped against her cervix, the pleasure-pain sending shivers racing up and down her spine. She held on for dear life, nearly choking him as she demanded ‘more’ ‘don’t stop’ over and over again. Her movements became erratic; her cries incoherent aside from the “Oh fuck…COMING!” that caused his ears to ring just before her pussy clamped down on him like a fist threatening to break it off. The grip was so tight it began to restrict his movement inside her. The rippling, pulsing flesh stroked him, sucked at him, milking his shaft as the witch shuddered and rocked on top of him in the throes of orgasm. One look at her face, at the unabashed joy twisting her features and he was lost.


Of course he only had his own knowledge of other witches to base his assumption on, but in the moments before he came, with Hermione riding him like a wild woman, her breasts smashed against his chest, her diamond hard nipples stabbing into him while she ate at his mouth like she was starving….he would have sworn that the woman was the best piece of ass in all of the wizarding world. When he finally came, the pulsing, rippling walls of her pussy drawing several harsh spurts of semen from deep within his balls, he was certain of it. Never before had a witch made him come so hard that it bordered on being painful. Every inch of his body was over sensitized and like a feverish patient he laid panting, sweating and twitching beneath the witch now draped so ungracefully over his body with his cock softening inside her swollen, creamy depths.


He wasn’t a man who was prone to tenderness, he certainly wasn’t a man who participated in post coital snuggles or pillow talk, but he couldn’t stop himself from stroking her lower back just below the corset or lightly kissing the side of her sweaty neck. She sighed and slowly sat up. She smiled down at him, her swollen lips and soft gaze heating something unfamiliar inside him. She shuddered, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath as her smile widened.


“Not bad, Severus, not bad at all,” she said. A tiny whimper escaped her lips as she moved off of him, his half hard cock flopping wetly onto his belly as she stood and stretched like a cat.


“Not bad?” He couldn’t believe the witch had the audacity to reduce what had just happened between them to two such paltry words. “It was phenomenal and you know it!” Her lips twisted into a smirk as she reached down to grab her blouse and shrug into it, leaving it unbuttoned down the front.


“Do I?” She said saucily as she turned and walked away. He stared incredulously at the soft globes of her ass swaying as she walked away. She stopped in the doorway, one hand resting on the wooden trim as she looked back over her shoulder. “Don’t forget to take your purchase with you, Severus, you can leave the money on my desk,” she said as she disappeared through the arch and around the corner.


“Bloody, Bitch!” he said in an awed whisper.

He couldn’t believe it. She had fucked his brains out and then had the audacity to walk out on him. She left him sitting on the couch, his clothes open and his poor cock lying exhausted and looking rather pathetic on his pelvis. He shook his head, his lips twitching into a little smirk as he began to right his clothing. He’d been used a lot in his life, but never had it been quite so enjoyable. He stood and went to her desk as he buttoned his coat. He snatched the little bottle of ambergris and dropped it into his pocket, tossing a handful of galleons in its place. He looked back to the sofa and then to the doorway through which she had vanished and a sinister smile lifted his lips. He would be back tomorrow to stir the witch’s cauldron some more.


AN: I hadn’t played with Severus in a while….I missed him =)