Payback is a Witch

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 11 ~ The Fucking of Severus Snape (continued)

Hermione hovered over Severus, her eyes hard with lust, her lean, pale body tensed. The urge she felt to fuck the wizard was overwhelming. Dimly she was aware that this was what it was like for the wizard when he desired sex…that his brutality was a result of his hunger to connect, to lose himself in another human being. It wasn't emotional…it was physical, feral, animal.

As she looked down at the wizard, so open and vulnerable to her, Hermione could hold back no longer and plunged downward, spearing Severus, driving into his body almost desperately, growling as his heat and softness enveloped her cock. Hungrily, she drew back and plunged again, then again, then again, pleasure pulsing through her as she pummeled the wizard for all she was worth.

Severus felt his body giving over and he had no choice but to go with it…gods Hermione ached so, slamming into him with abandon, jerking his body, caressing and possessing him, forcing him to accept her raging lust, her powerful need. She was so deep, so hard but yet there was freedom there…he didn't have to control this, he didn't have to maintain detachment…not where he was now. The wizard buckled and despite himself, he cried out.

"Yessss," Hermione hissed, her body going into overdrive. "You can feel me now, Severus. Let go. Let go, wizard. I've got this."

And Severus did let go, allowing Hermione's body to immerse itself in its own dark desire as the witch took him, pistoning into him, faster and faster, groaning, her dark eyes locked to his body, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. All the wizard could feel was need for more of this, more power, more possession as sweat dripped on his body from the witch's efforts as he cried out, a sweetness growing inside him, ballooning with each frenzied stroke

"Fuck yes!" Hermione groaned as she buried herself between the wizard's thighs over and over with greater urgency, her belly tightening, her lungs burning as his sleeve caressed and gushed around her.

Damn, it felt so good. No wonder Severus was such an animal when it came to sex. She felt like she wanted to just sink inside the wizard crying out under her, sink inside him and just curl up in the bliss of his body. She continued fucking Severus, her strong body flexing over him. There was no kissing or caressing. This act was purely physical, visceral. Yet, despite her intentions…punishment was not a driving force…not now. The driving force was her own fulfillment, to get as much pleasure as she could stand before succumbing to the sweetness of the wizard beneath her.

Severus felt as if he were being lifted upward, buoyed by the witch's strength, each brutal stroke lifting him higher and higher towards an aching, longing awaiting mystery. Was this what Hermione felt when he fucked her…this sweet surrender? Did every witch feel this under him? It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. He had always been vaguely aware he gave pleasure to witches, but in his selfishness never cared to know how much. This was almost to much as he felt Hermione release his legs and drop down to his body, her hard frame rippling over him as she locked her mouth to his, snaking her tongue deep in her hunger for complete possession, ramming her cock into him with growing intensity, her body beginning to shudder. Severus felt himself tightening.

"Oh Merlin," he sobbed into the witch's mouth as he burst into a million trembling bits of pleasure, showering down, melting, his mind lost to bliss, drawn beyond the physical to another place…a place he never wanted to leave as he climaxed, his pussy clamping down on the hard pole of flesh thrumming through him, and thick, wet heat pouring out as if he'd sprung a leak deep inside.

Hermione was in Severus' body, but she was no Severus. Holding back required mental strength to combat the physical pleasure. Hermione didn't have that strength…she was a witch…and witches surrendered to their pleasure, and so, when Severus came, his hot tunnel grasping her cock like a velvet fist and his release washing over her, the witch stiffened and let out a hoarse cry as she came, heat and ecstasy streaming through her as she slammed deep into his body and let go…jet after jet of rich, creamy come filling the wizard and washing back over her as she clutched him close.

Hermione had let go of his wrists when she came, and Severus found his arms wrapped around his own lean frame, holding on for dear life as he spun back earthward, the urge to remain close to the witch taking him over. There was great emotion now, a reaction to receiving such pleasure, and feeling Hermione's weight on top of him, shuddering, touched him deeply. In his own body, he never felt this. It must be a witch thing.

Hermione felt her pulsing slow, then stop and became aware of the soft body trembling beneath her. What an amazing experience…and she felt the wizard surrender to her. For this bit of time, Severus Snape had belonged to her completely. He could try to deny it, but they both knew it was true. Gasping, but not lifting her head, which was resting against Severus' cheek, her large nose buried in the curls of his short hair, the witch reached for the nightstand, pulled open the drawer and felt around for the syringe. She got it, and raked the tip against the edge of the drawer, pulling off the rubber stopper.

She lifted her head and looked down at Severus, who opened his amber eyes, his breasts still rising and falling with emotion.

"Now, you know what it is to be me," the witch gasped, sticking the needle into his arm quickly and injecting him. "I release you."

Severus hissed and jerked his arm away from the sharp pain.

Suddenly, the wizard felt as if he were being flipped over. It was a sickening feeling and he closed his eyes. When he opened them, he found himself on top of and embedded in Hermione, who was looking up at him tired but defiant.

"The antidote," he said to her in a low voice, "It was ready and you didn't tell me."

"No I didn't. I wanted to fuck you first," Hermione replied, her brow furrowed.

Severus stared at Hermione a moment, then pulled out of her and stood up, picking his robes up off the floor. He put them on, not bothering to scourgify himself or look for his boxers. The wizard then walked over to Hermione's robes and retrieved his wand out of the pocket.

Severus turned to the witch, looked at her with a strange expression, then disapparated with a crack of thunder.

Hermione blinked at the spot he had been standing in, bewildered. Of all the possible aftermath scenarios she had played out in her head, Severus disapparating without a word wasn't one of them. She imagined he might even beat her for her violation of him. Or wait until he recovered and fuck her viciously in return.

But she hadn't expected him to leave.

Hermione sat up, then fell back on the bed as the ache hit her. Damn. She had fucked the wizard strongly, but she had to pay for it. The witch hadn't been as creative or long lasting as the wizard was in his natural state, but she knew by the way her body felt, she had put it to him good. Now, anytime Severus found himself in a position to be intimate with her…he would always have at the back of his mind the fact that she had fucked him to the point of surrender. He could seek revenge, but he couldn't undo what was done.

But still, Hermione hadn't expected him to just leave. That seemed so out of character. But getting fucked by a witch with a huge cock might just have that kind of influence on a wizard. Especially one as macho as Severus.

Maybe he left to keep from killing her.

Now there was a thought.

With a grimace, Hermione slowly slid out of bed, her lower belly aching and inner thighs burning. She looked down and saw bruising between her legs. Damn. Well, she couldn't blame Severus, that was for sure. She did her own damage this time. But the ache was still rather delicious.

Hermione slowly walked toward the bathroom.

She was sure she had some purple potion in her medicinal stores.

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Severus apparated to his bedroom at Hogwarts and stood in the center of the room unmoving for several moments, his eyes distant. Then the wizard unclasped his robes and let them drop to the floor. He could smell the scent of sex clinging to his body, and felt the slight burn his cock always got when he rode a witch hard. But he hadn't been doing the riding. Hermione had…and she had made him surrender…not a word in his vocabulary until now.

Naked, Severus strode into the bathroom, making a beeline for the shower. He slid open the door and turned on the spigot, mixing the water until it was as hot as he could stand it, then entered, letting the water flow over his body for a few minutes, soaking himself thoroughly before picking up the soap and the washcloth and washing the emissions of the night away.

But scrub as he might, he couldn't wash away the memory of Hermione driving into him until he knew nothing else but her.

That would never wash away.

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A/N: Was kind of sick today...still am but I did what I could with this chapter. Sorry it is so short. I know most of you were hoping for Severus to get taken around the world by Hermione, but I thought about it…and it just didn't seem to gel for me. Sex is more than physical, and Severus is a skilled lover…he can hold back. It made sense to me that Hermione would succumb to her pleasure, because that's what women do, and despite being in Severus' body, she was still a woman. She didn't prolong their situation afterwards, but switched back the moment she fulfilled her plan. I think they both learned something, but Severus is going to have to come to terms with what happened to him. I still think it was a sweet revenge though. Please review.