In an Alternate Universe

Chapter 17 ~ Connecting

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Severus pulled his foreskin back, the sensitive head of his organ glistening as he carefully drew nearer. Suddenly, he struck the upper part of Hermione’s core with it, gasping as he did so, Hermione letting out a gasp as well.

”What are you doing?” the witch gasped as he struck her several more times, his body quaking at the contact.

”It’s called ‘Piercing.’ I hit the upper part of your yoni with my lingam,” he panted, shifting and striking her lower, “Ugggnh. This . . . this is called ‘Rubbing’.

Dear Circe. The boy was beating her with his cock. And it felt amazing. Hermione arched helplessly as he alternated, Severus gasping as he did so. Watching his cock tapping the witch so intimately had him open full throttle. If he hadn’t drunk that stamina potion, this would indeed be over.

Finally, Hermione caught hold of his arm.

”Enough, Severus…this is supposed to be sex, not torture!” she hissed at him.

”According to the Kama Sutra, this is sex,” he said, still holding his tool and looking at her hungrily, raising it to strike her again.

Gods damn it.

”If you hit me with that thing again, I’m going to hex it off!” she snapped at him, lust making her even snarkier than usual.

Severus blinked at her for a moment, then suddenly pressed the head to her entrance, slipping inside her. Hermione letting out a cry as his girth pierced her body, Severus letting out a stream of uncontrollable gasps as her softness wrapped around his sensitive glans.

”OhOhOhOhohohohOhohhohoh…Professor! Professor!” he groaned, his eyes wet as he tried to convey what he felt. He couldn’t move as she pulsed around him, his body quaking.

”Calm down! It’ll be all right,” Hermione gasped, partially impaled by the excited young wizard, his shaking sending little vibrations down his thick shaft and into her body.

”You feel incredible . . . I can’t . . . how am I supposed to . . .” he hissed at her, his eyes desperate.

”Breathe,” Hermione hissed back at him, extremely turned on by his reaction. It certainly wasn’t what she expected.

The wizard hovered over her, holding himself up by his hands, his mouth slack and lower lip trembling as he looked down at himself partially inside the witch, her pink flesh wrapped around him and slightly puckered, like a small mouth. He pushed a bit, sinking deeper, throwing his head back and his black eyes rolling up into his head. Hermione letting out a little moan as his hardness sunk into her deeper.

“Oh fuck,” Severus gasped, his head dropping forward and looking at Hermione as if she were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his life.

”I love you!” he gasped, sliding further, parting her flesh deliciously.

”You don’t love me! You love pussy,” she hissed up at him, her own eyelids fluttering as she caught hold of his slender waist and pushed, making him withdraw slightly, Severus letting out another stream of gasps as she slid around him. Then she pulled him back toward her, guiding his motions, helping him to fall into the stroke.

”Oh damn,” Hermione breathed as Severus began to move on his own, his strokes jerky, unable to penetrate her fully yet. He wasn’t used to such delicious sensations. This was nothing like wanking off. She was warm, alive, tight, her body seeming to suck and pull at him, his cock bathed in heat, and wetness and . . .

Severus watched himself enter and withdraw, his shaft glistening with Hermione’s lubrication, just able to make out white streaks on his pale organ. He groaned and suddenly he fell to his elbows, landing on top of the witch and sinking inside her fully, locking his mouth to hers desperately, doubling his penetration.

“Oh gods . . .Professor,” he moaned against her mouth as he began to stroke her, everything about “Sporting of the Sparrow” and “Blow of the Boar” flying out of his head as he lost himself in the softness of her body and the sweetness of her lips.

Hermione gasped against his mouth as he penetrated her deeper, his size stretching her, hitting bottom, but not too hard. What was even more heady were the boy’s gasped appreciation and frenzied kisses covering her mouth, her face, whatever part he could reach as he rippled and flowed, his body undulating, not breaking contact, his arms encircling her, trying to hold her as close as he could as he experienced his first time with a woman.

And it was glorious.

“You’re so beautiful, Professor, oh my gods, how am I ever going to not want to do this to you every time I see you?” he breathed against her cheek passionately, his body flowing over hers, connected, his arms around her as Hermione gasped with pleasure.

”Don’t . . . talk!’ she managed to get out, not wanting to concentrate on anything else than her pleasure. Gods, this was good. Much better than she imagined it would be with such an inexperienced young wizard. His passion was a large part of it. Severus Snape was completely lost to her, moving in and out of her hungrily, breathing his pleasure, desire and love into her ear.

He managed to raise himself up on his arms again, staring down at Hermione as she hissed and moaned, her voice like music to him, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Suddenly he wound his hips, whirling inside the witch, her eyes flying open as she let out a groan.

”You liked that,” he panted, doing it again, then again, before falling back into the stroke, looking down and watching his penetration for several moments, his heart full as her body accepted him, all of him, then looking back at her face. “You like me, I know you do, Professor. You’ll let me come back, I know you will.”

”Shut up!” Hermione hissed at him, pulling him down into her even harder.

He caught on quick and began to fuck the witch hard, gasping at every stroke. He felt as if something were building up inside him, an intense tightening in his groin, pleasure racing up his back. He cried out as Hermione’s nails suddenly raked down his back and he began plunging inside her, the witch shrieking now, the boy on top of her riding her body for all he was worth.

“Oh yes, Professor . . . yes!” he hissed, Hermione squelching around him, her body and breasts bouncing beneath him. Oh, he couldn’t imagine anyone looking as beautiful as his Potions professor did at this moment, receiving him, taking him in and liking it. He drove into her, his black eyes taking in her every response, listening to every utterance, his heart pounding in his chest, his body unable to stop moving, his cock claiming every wonderful inch of the woman under him. He felt her stiffen and plunged into her helplessly, holding himself deep inside her, boiling over.

Hermione arched up and exploded, once again clawing Severus, who cried out both from the pain and his own powerful release, the world spinning around him as he fell heavily on the witch, clutching her close to him as he pulsed, filling her as he groaned in ecstasy. Nothing he had ever experienced compared to this . . . nothing. He kissed her weakly all over her face as his pulsing slowed, his back burning him as perspiration mixed with the scratches the Potions mistress had left on his pale body. Oh, but it had been worth it. Definitely worth it.

Severus fell still, his breathing slowing and evening out, Hermione panting beneath his weight, feeling the sting of him deep inside, and his organ pulsing and softening as it deflated. He had come quite a bit. Good thing she made sure to drink a full bottle of potent contraceptive potion. All she needed was to get pregnant by a seventh year.

Hermione laid there, Severus resting on top of her. Suddenly, she heard a little snore.

”Oh fuck,” she breathed.

The boy was asleep on top of her. He hadn’t even withdrawn.

Well, good as he was, he was still a young wizard. That he fell asleep wasn’t that much of a shock. Hermione shifted, managing to roll him off of her. The wizard rolled to his back, arms and legs splayed, his loins and flaccid organ still wet with their mingled juices.

He had a little smile on his pale face.

Hermione looked at him, then sighed. She had intended on sending him directly back to Gryffindor tower, but hell, he was already asleep and by the look of him, she’d be hard put to wake him up. She sat up and let out a little noise. The boy had been very thorough his first time. She climbed over him, walked over to her dresser and retrieved her wand. She scourgified herself, then the nude young wizard snoring loudly in her bed. She studied him, then sighed, putting her wand down, picking up her nightgown and slipping it on. Then she picked up her wand again and flicked it toward Severus’ discarded boxers. They reappeared on his lean body.

Hermione walked back over to the bed, flicked her wand at it, scourgifying it under the sleeping wizard, then covering him up with the Slytherin green bed sheet. She looked down at him, his long black eyelashes and big nose. He still wore the smile as he shifted slightly. Hermione couldn’t help smirking at that.

She put her wand in the nightstand drawer, then climbed over Severus, slipping under the sheets, turning to look at his profile.

Well, he was out of danger now, and had his cherry suitably popped.

He’d be satisfied.

The witch turned away from him and settled down to sleep.

She’d eject him in the morning.

Early.

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A/N: Wooo Hooo! Good job, Sevvie! Thanks for reading.