Woes of a Potions Master
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
16
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21,171
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235
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Reclamation
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Chapter 15 ~ Reclamation
Severus walked toward Hermione and stopped about a meter away, black eyes looking down into amber. He stroked the riding crop in his hand slowly and sensually, his lips curved into a rather lustful, cruel smile as his eyes swept over his wife. Hermione arched her body towards him.
“Punish me, Severus,” she breathed, the ache between her legs about to drive her wild, “I want you to punish me.”
Severus felt his erection return with a vengeance. His black eyes narrowed.
“I intend to, wife…but first…”
Severus began to beat Hermione with the riding crop again, particularly around her thighs and lower belly. He was really becoming quite attached to “The Tickler”. His wife’s frenzied reactions to it was very exciting. He watched her heatedly as she sobbed with frustration while he tormented her body, sending her into overload with pleasure, writhing, arching, begging him to stop, straining to come into some kind of contact with his hard body as he circled her, applying the crop to her flesh with a vengeance.
“It’s too much pleasure, Severus! I need some pain! Your pain! Please! Please fuck me, Severus. Stop tormenting me!” Hermione screamed at him, totally lost to her desire to feel her husband;s body to pounding into hers.
Hermione was at the breaking point, shuddering with need, her amber eyes like twin glowing coals. She strained at the bindings, and even said the safe word, but it didn’t work, because she wasn’t in pain or true discomfort She didn’t need to be freed either. She was just too aroused, and that wasn’t technically a danger. Fred and George were something else. The restraints kept her bound.
Severus stopped beating her and walked over to the chair where his robes lay. Hermione spun to watch him, her chest heaving, her body glowing with perspiration in the torchlight as her husband toed off his boots and unfastened his pants. He was slow and deliberate when he removed them, his back to her as he laid them out neatly on the chair. He was in his silk boxers now, and turned to face her before he slowly removed them, showing his wife he was indeed ready to give her the pain she was begging him for. He was completely naked now, and Hermione actually had to swallow quickly to catch the drool that was about to drip from the corner of her parted lips as her eyes swept over him.
“I’ve been a very, very bad girl,” she said in a barely audible voice. But Severus heard her.
Severus couldn’t remember the last time his wife looked so hungry for him, her amber eyes focused on his cock as she continued to struggle in her binds. He looked at her consideringly, then walked over to the crank, and twisted it clockwise, raising her from the floor several inches. Not too high though. The support charm came into effect. Although Hermione was hanging from the restraints, it was as if she were standing on a support. There was no strain on her arms.
“What are you doing, Severus?” she groaned as her husband approached her, and spun her body around so she was spinning. He was disorienting her. Severus stopped her quickly, running his hands over her body. He sucked her breasts and slid one hand between her thighs, finding her slick and wet as she whimpered her need to him. The Potions Master growled and spun her again so her back rested against his chest. She could feel his erection pressing against her ass.
“Now, my limber little wife,” he breathed, grasping her left leg and pulling it upward, almost putting her in a vertical split, his pale hand grasping her calf. He turned her slightly, resting her leg against his left shoulder so he was facing her, and his cock pressed against her sex. She was the perfect height for penetration.
“Severus,” Hermione breathed.
The Potions Master began to breathe heavily as he reached down and pressed the head of his cock against Hermione’s entrance. With one brutal thrust he was embedded deep inside her, stretching her pussy around his girth and slamming home with a strength that jerked her savagely. She let out a strange, gurgling cry as if she didn’t know whether to scream or laugh as her husband’s cock filled her roughly, hot and hard.
Severus groaned as he buried his length inside his wife, parting her flesh with one hard stroke and feeling her heat welcome him, her inner flesh sliding around his swollen head and thick shaft, gripping him tightly, caressing his cock with her pulsing wetness. He pulled back and rammed his cock deeply into her again, then again, setting his rhythm, his black eyes locked to her contorting face as he reclaimed what was his, wrapping one pale arm around her lower back, yanking her dangling body towards him, and adjusting her extended leg slightly to vary the angle and depth of his strokes as he fucked her violently, arching into her as hard and as deep as he could go.
Severus rode Hermione hard, ripping screams from the restrained witch as he slammed into her cervix repeatedly, trying to drive through the small of her back, his expression harsh as he brutally gave her the kind of beating she begged him for, punishing her body with his own, images of her mistreatment of him flashing through his mind. The empty marriage bed, Hermione’s nose in the air as she stalked away from him, her secret smirk as he tried to tell her how he felt, her open laughter when the Snapelets first began their impersonation of him. Severus increased his power, tearing into her brutally, feeling gratified as she cried out, fucking her with a vengeance, her small body jerking wildly as he mercilessly plunged deep within it over and over, growling and grunting lustfully, a roaring in his ears as he released his rage, his pain and his desperate need for her. Hermione was his wife, her soul was bound to him, her body belonged to him, she was his witch and his only love. She was the only light in his life and he would not allow her to stray from him again.
As Severus pistoned into her sweetness, jealously reclaiming every delicious inch of her that she had denied him, he dimly registered her screaming his name, before her body went hot in his hands, her pussy shuddering around him then clamping down on his thrusting cock, bathing it in a gush of liquid fire, her contractions milking his shaft as he squished through her release, desperate to claim just a bit more of her before he blew, his eyes starting to roll up in his head as he felt the inevitable tightening in his balls.
“Promise never to leave me again,” Severus gasped as he plunged his cock inside her up to his balls and released with a howl, arching into her body, come pouring through him like a dam had burst, pulsing, throbbing, jetting shot after shot inside his wife. Hermione whispered she would never leave him again over and over, finally soothing the ache in the Potions Master’s heart and closing the wound to his pride as she willingly received his release. Her flesh quivered around him and tears fell from her amber eyes as the wizard she loved clutched her to his body possessively, the mark of his iron grip embedded in the fair skin of her calf. Finally his release slowed, then stopped, and he withdrew.
Weak-kneed, Severus lowered Hermione’s leg and kissed her passionately, his tongue claiming hers as he clung to her dangling body for support, both arms wrapped around her, listening to her sweet declarations of love as he panted. After a few minutes, Severus let go of Hermione long enough to wave a tired hand toward the music box and it went silent. Then he wound a finger toward the crank, and it turned, lowering her back to the floor. There was no sound but the pounding of their slowing hearts as the Potions Master slipped the leather loops from around his wife’s wrists, and picked her up unsteadily, carrying her to the bed and placing her in it, then climbing in behind her, stretching his long, lean body out alongside hers. Hermione pulled the half-mask off her husband’s face, her amber eyes studying him as he looked at her, his black eyes glittering slightly.
“Am I forgiven?” she asked him softly, her hand moving to his chest and caressing it lightly.
The Potions Master reached over her, catching hold of one of the ropes he had tied to the bedposts and tickling her shoulder with the end of it.
“Almost,” he replied, the glitter in his dark eyes increasing.
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A/N: mmm. Nothing in the world like make-up sex. I think, despite his answer, Hermione’s won him over, don’t you? Please review.
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Chapter 15 ~ Reclamation
Severus walked toward Hermione and stopped about a meter away, black eyes looking down into amber. He stroked the riding crop in his hand slowly and sensually, his lips curved into a rather lustful, cruel smile as his eyes swept over his wife. Hermione arched her body towards him.
“Punish me, Severus,” she breathed, the ache between her legs about to drive her wild, “I want you to punish me.”
Severus felt his erection return with a vengeance. His black eyes narrowed.
“I intend to, wife…but first…”
Severus began to beat Hermione with the riding crop again, particularly around her thighs and lower belly. He was really becoming quite attached to “The Tickler”. His wife’s frenzied reactions to it was very exciting. He watched her heatedly as she sobbed with frustration while he tormented her body, sending her into overload with pleasure, writhing, arching, begging him to stop, straining to come into some kind of contact with his hard body as he circled her, applying the crop to her flesh with a vengeance.
“It’s too much pleasure, Severus! I need some pain! Your pain! Please! Please fuck me, Severus. Stop tormenting me!” Hermione screamed at him, totally lost to her desire to feel her husband;s body to pounding into hers.
Hermione was at the breaking point, shuddering with need, her amber eyes like twin glowing coals. She strained at the bindings, and even said the safe word, but it didn’t work, because she wasn’t in pain or true discomfort She didn’t need to be freed either. She was just too aroused, and that wasn’t technically a danger. Fred and George were something else. The restraints kept her bound.
Severus stopped beating her and walked over to the chair where his robes lay. Hermione spun to watch him, her chest heaving, her body glowing with perspiration in the torchlight as her husband toed off his boots and unfastened his pants. He was slow and deliberate when he removed them, his back to her as he laid them out neatly on the chair. He was in his silk boxers now, and turned to face her before he slowly removed them, showing his wife he was indeed ready to give her the pain she was begging him for. He was completely naked now, and Hermione actually had to swallow quickly to catch the drool that was about to drip from the corner of her parted lips as her eyes swept over him.
“I’ve been a very, very bad girl,” she said in a barely audible voice. But Severus heard her.
Severus couldn’t remember the last time his wife looked so hungry for him, her amber eyes focused on his cock as she continued to struggle in her binds. He looked at her consideringly, then walked over to the crank, and twisted it clockwise, raising her from the floor several inches. Not too high though. The support charm came into effect. Although Hermione was hanging from the restraints, it was as if she were standing on a support. There was no strain on her arms.
“What are you doing, Severus?” she groaned as her husband approached her, and spun her body around so she was spinning. He was disorienting her. Severus stopped her quickly, running his hands over her body. He sucked her breasts and slid one hand between her thighs, finding her slick and wet as she whimpered her need to him. The Potions Master growled and spun her again so her back rested against his chest. She could feel his erection pressing against her ass.
“Now, my limber little wife,” he breathed, grasping her left leg and pulling it upward, almost putting her in a vertical split, his pale hand grasping her calf. He turned her slightly, resting her leg against his left shoulder so he was facing her, and his cock pressed against her sex. She was the perfect height for penetration.
“Severus,” Hermione breathed.
The Potions Master began to breathe heavily as he reached down and pressed the head of his cock against Hermione’s entrance. With one brutal thrust he was embedded deep inside her, stretching her pussy around his girth and slamming home with a strength that jerked her savagely. She let out a strange, gurgling cry as if she didn’t know whether to scream or laugh as her husband’s cock filled her roughly, hot and hard.
Severus groaned as he buried his length inside his wife, parting her flesh with one hard stroke and feeling her heat welcome him, her inner flesh sliding around his swollen head and thick shaft, gripping him tightly, caressing his cock with her pulsing wetness. He pulled back and rammed his cock deeply into her again, then again, setting his rhythm, his black eyes locked to her contorting face as he reclaimed what was his, wrapping one pale arm around her lower back, yanking her dangling body towards him, and adjusting her extended leg slightly to vary the angle and depth of his strokes as he fucked her violently, arching into her as hard and as deep as he could go.
Severus rode Hermione hard, ripping screams from the restrained witch as he slammed into her cervix repeatedly, trying to drive through the small of her back, his expression harsh as he brutally gave her the kind of beating she begged him for, punishing her body with his own, images of her mistreatment of him flashing through his mind. The empty marriage bed, Hermione’s nose in the air as she stalked away from him, her secret smirk as he tried to tell her how he felt, her open laughter when the Snapelets first began their impersonation of him. Severus increased his power, tearing into her brutally, feeling gratified as she cried out, fucking her with a vengeance, her small body jerking wildly as he mercilessly plunged deep within it over and over, growling and grunting lustfully, a roaring in his ears as he released his rage, his pain and his desperate need for her. Hermione was his wife, her soul was bound to him, her body belonged to him, she was his witch and his only love. She was the only light in his life and he would not allow her to stray from him again.
As Severus pistoned into her sweetness, jealously reclaiming every delicious inch of her that she had denied him, he dimly registered her screaming his name, before her body went hot in his hands, her pussy shuddering around him then clamping down on his thrusting cock, bathing it in a gush of liquid fire, her contractions milking his shaft as he squished through her release, desperate to claim just a bit more of her before he blew, his eyes starting to roll up in his head as he felt the inevitable tightening in his balls.
“Promise never to leave me again,” Severus gasped as he plunged his cock inside her up to his balls and released with a howl, arching into her body, come pouring through him like a dam had burst, pulsing, throbbing, jetting shot after shot inside his wife. Hermione whispered she would never leave him again over and over, finally soothing the ache in the Potions Master’s heart and closing the wound to his pride as she willingly received his release. Her flesh quivered around him and tears fell from her amber eyes as the wizard she loved clutched her to his body possessively, the mark of his iron grip embedded in the fair skin of her calf. Finally his release slowed, then stopped, and he withdrew.
Weak-kneed, Severus lowered Hermione’s leg and kissed her passionately, his tongue claiming hers as he clung to her dangling body for support, both arms wrapped around her, listening to her sweet declarations of love as he panted. After a few minutes, Severus let go of Hermione long enough to wave a tired hand toward the music box and it went silent. Then he wound a finger toward the crank, and it turned, lowering her back to the floor. There was no sound but the pounding of their slowing hearts as the Potions Master slipped the leather loops from around his wife’s wrists, and picked her up unsteadily, carrying her to the bed and placing her in it, then climbing in behind her, stretching his long, lean body out alongside hers. Hermione pulled the half-mask off her husband’s face, her amber eyes studying him as he looked at her, his black eyes glittering slightly.
“Am I forgiven?” she asked him softly, her hand moving to his chest and caressing it lightly.
The Potions Master reached over her, catching hold of one of the ropes he had tied to the bedposts and tickling her shoulder with the end of it.
“Almost,” he replied, the glitter in his dark eyes increasing.
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A/N: mmm. Nothing in the world like make-up sex. I think, despite his answer, Hermione’s won him over, don’t you? Please review.