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Merinthophilia	By : dragoon811 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 13733 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“You're wet already, Granger – you love it when I tie you, don't you?”
“We really don't have to do this,” Hermione murmured. “I know that you've already put a lot of effort into tonight, but I am more than happy to wait until your back's better, really. I don't want you to hurt yourself any more than -”

“Silence,” Severus demanded, his thin lips pressed into a disapproving line. She subsided immediately, cheeks pinkening as she lay back, her arms and legs bound to their bed. He'd taken his time wrapping the wide satin ribbons around her wrists and ankles securely and each time they tightened on her limbs she made soft sighs, her legs spread wide and her knees in the air. “Actually, I think I just may ensure that you remain thus this time. Accio.” He grasped the leather straps as they drew near and held them up. “You may speak to tell me which you would prefer, pet.”
“The left please, sir. Er, my left that is.” Hermione jerked her chin at it to further clarify. The slight strain on her limbs had her trembling in anticipation. Being so open, so at her husband's mercy, had her already aroused.
“Good girl,” he murmured, carefully securing the gag in place. Bless the Muggles and their various shops. “You will indicate to me immediately if you experience discomfort or loss of breath, is that understood, Granger?”
Hermione nodded, mussing her curls further. Carefully, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, stretching his lean form next to her, clad only in dark wool trousers. The spell they'd woven to protect his back should hold for what he had planned, but actually engaging in intercourse would do him more harm than good.

“I've missed this,” he crooned, stroking her face gently. Her eyes were fixed on his, tenderness in her expression. “You'd think that I could survive a fortnight without partaking in your pleasure, Granger, after the years without such things. But no... So tonight, you will indulge me in a bit of a fantasy. It may be your birthday, but it is a thing that will please us both, I assure you.”

Dropping his voice an octave and nuzzling his nose against the shell of her ear, he continued. “I am going to pleasure you until I have decided you have had enough. And there is nothing you can do to stop me.”
Severus trailed his fingers down the line of her throat as he settled closer. He didn't care about the potential of ruining the duvet with the ointment she'd massaged into his scarred back- there were benefits to cleansing charms, after all. The warmth it provided had felt utterly marvelous, but not as good as the feel of her small hands pressing into the sore muscles and kneading away the pain. Oh, she'd teased him, straddling his arse and darting her fingers down his sides... Hermione's eyes closed as he circled her throat gently. Early on he'd found that even just a slight hint of pressure was enough to pebble her nipples and make her cunt clench around his cock.
“But you won't want to stop me, will you, Granger?” he purred, pressing kisses down her neck. Hermione made a soft noise in the back of her throat and he moved his hand to her breasts. He loved the feel of her soft skin under his calloused fingers. Such a contrast to his own roughness... “And I won't stop... There shall be nothing you can do as you lay gasping and quivering. Do you remember the first time I did that to you, love?” Tracing the path of the ribbons criss-crossed over her chest, he thumbed a nipple gently – it pebbled almost instantly, and he rewarded it with a kiss. “You had submitted to me for the first time, and you were so perfect under me...”

Hermione whimpered, her teeth sinking into the gag – he was cheating, using his voice to ready her. His dark hair brushed against her skin as he lowered his mouth to her breast and he laved the underside with his tongue, nose nuzzling her flesh. He'd blended her soap himself, and loved the smell of it along with the faint, faint copper scent of her skin as love bites blossomed under his mouth.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, pinching her nipple gently. “Do you remember how you screamed for me that night? You were so tight around my cock, pet...” Pinching more tightly, he nipped at her breast and she jerked. He twisted her nipple sharply. “Behave...”

She nodded, relaxing, and he rewarded her, suckling her pretty tit until she whimpered again. Severus loved the feel of her nipples, getting hard in his mouth. He loved releasing them with a soft pop, seeing them point skyward and begging for him to do it again and again.

There was such a contrast between the two of them – her warm skin against his own paleness. Her soft curves against the hard angles of his wiry form, and the smoothness of her versus the rasp of the dark hair covering his arms and legs, peppering his chest and belly before leading down to his cock. Her curls were dark at her sex as well, and they tickled his nose on many an occasion when he feasted on her.

“Good,” he said again when she had lain still for a long moment. Cautiously, he moved lower once more to take a pink point into his teeth. His fingers skimmed the shiny white scarring between her breasts down to her belly. Unable to help himself, Severus took her breast in his mouth once more with a groan – his searching fingers had found that she was already damp.

Wetness clung to his fingertips, and she tensed, waiting. The nipple in his mouth was hard and sweet, and he was regretting wearing his trousers. His cock was pressed too tightly to the buttoned placket and beginning to ache, even after his release earlier after making the mold of his cock for this. He released her with a soft pop and she inhaled steadily through her nose, aching for more already.
“Do you know what you look like to me, bound like this?” Hermione's eyes met his and she nodded fervently, curls splayed behind her head. Merlin, but his swot of a wife was gorgeous. How he'd managed to ensnare her was beyond him. Severus shifted on the bed, humming in anticipation. Hermione heard something hit his hand as he muttered a quiet 'Accio'. “Your trust is addictive, Granger. Tell me immediately if you come to harm.”
She nodded again, apprehension tensing her brow. What did he have planned? Severus adjusted her legs slightly to spread her wider, his touch then disappearing for a moment before something warm and viscous was rubbed against her curls. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Lay still, witch, just breathe...”
Her questions were answered when something that felt distinctly like her Muggle razor touched her outer lips, and she jumped. Severus slapped her inner thigh. “Don't move.” She heard him take the plastic cap off. “Just trust me.”
Tensing, Hermione quivered in her bonds at the first touch of the cool metal against her skin. Severus was gentle but skillful, each touch sure. She didn't know why the feel of her husband shaving her most private areas made a slow burn start in her abdomen, but there it was. She'd shaved herself for him before, but it had been nothing like this. This was... intimate. She could feel his long fingers sweeping over her folds, holding her open for him.
Every brush of the razor set the nerves down there aflame, and she was moaning softly into the gag before she realised it. Oh, god, this was...intense. Whatever he was using was making her tingle, her sex growing hotter as he continued, rubbing it into her folds.
“Do you like this?” he asked softly, his voice dark and thick with lust. “Being spread wide for me? Trusting me so close to such a tender area? I think you do, Granger. I can smell you.”
Whimpering, Hermione breathed heavily through her nose. Something soft and warm – a damp towel, by the feel of it – was rubbing against her now, cleaning her of leftover hairs and the substance he'd used. “Good girl. So patient.” Severus shifted cautiously, admiring her sex. She was delicately formed here, the petals of her clean-shaven and smooth. “You deserve a reward for your trust, I think.”
He caressed her inner thighs, his fingertips brushing against her pink center. Hermione stiffened, and he smirked wickedly. “Just a small reward, a taste of what is to come...”
Merlin, he loved how she felt like this. So smooth, her folds slick... but not quite wet enough. Severus waited for Hermione to relax, enjoying the way the ribbon looked wrapped around her, knotted in places that would leave a mouth-watering pattern on her skin. He was looking forward to tracing it with his tongue later but for now... he caressed her gently once more before bringing his hand down on the curve of her arse and thigh sharply. She jerked under him with a groan.
Severus grinned, knowing she couldn't see him from this angle, watching the red imprint of his hand appear. Good girl, he thought to himself, and spanked her again, on the other leg. He continued to spank her, aiming for her arse and her cunt, alternating his strikes between firm and gentle. Hermione loved this, he knew, watching her get wetter with every blow.
She squirmed, panting and moaning, twisting in an attempt to guide his hand where she needed it. Foiled by his work with the ribbon, she nearly wept. The stinging warmth of her thighs and arse did nothing to distract her from the way each blow stimulated her clit. It felt like fire spreading through her veins, and she was throbbing. When she managed to lift her head, all she could see was his dark eyes, hooded and so intent she was nearly scorched by it alone.
Please, she thought wildly, arching against the restraints. She was so on edge, she doubted that it would take much for her to come. Teasingly, he rubbed his fingers gently over her outer lips, the calloused digits narrowly avoiding her clit. Anticipation curled through her stomach.
Unable to help himself, Severus traced the ribbons on her legs, stroking her thighs and moving towards her clit. “Do you know how you look right now, Granger?” He touched her again, stroking her hard little clit with the lightest of touches. “How you smell? Merlin, witch, but you're intoxicating. Do you want me to make you come?”
She shrieked into the gag, drawing her legs up tighter as lust coiled tighter in her abdomen. His slim, strong fingers probing her entrance and returning to her clit, slick with her own hot arousal. “Oh, good girl... You can come, Granger, whenever you'd like. That's what I shall do to you tonight, witch. I'm going to bring you here over and over again, sending you spiraling into pleasure. You're not going to be able to think or breathe, just feel everything.”
He slapped her clit and she jumped. “That's right – just feel for me.”
Hermione screwed her eyes shut, nostrils flaring as she tried to center herself. She could feel the rasp of the hair on Severus's strong forearms against her stinging thighs, the roughness of his fingertips as he drew circles around her needy clit. Suffused with heat, she whimpered, burning and throbbing. So close. She felt so close. Just a little more was all she would need... And indeed, Severus slapped her clit directly and everything that was building in her exploded. She was gone, burning up, incandescent...
Severus's eyes gleamed as he watched her come. Her face was red, her eyes wide and unseeing. He loved the way she looked right now, her breasts bound, heaving against the ribbon and nipples tight and pointed skyward. Merlin, yes...His cock ached, throbbing, watching his wife come back to herself.
“Good girl,” he murmured to her, examining his fingertips briefly. “But no rest for you just yet...”
A whimper escaped her and he couldn't help himself, running his damp fingers over her belly. She jumped and he chuckled. “Oh, Granger... we're just getting started.” He shifted and slid off the bed carefully, muttering the words to allow him to pull her to the edge of the mattress. On his knees, he looked at what he'd done to her. She was quivering, his handprints on her arse and thighs tempting him. “Such a sweet cunt,” he told her. “So pink, so wet...” His lips brushed over her skin, caressing the marks he'd left. Intoxicated by her scent, he nuzzled her thighs, his nose barely brushing her folds. “Yes,” he purred, “such a good girl to come for me...”
His tongue darted out, lapping at her entrance. So good. Musky, sweet and salty... Severus tapped at her clit as she writhed. He knew she'd be sensitive now, and couldn't wait to make her come again. Hermione was beautiful coming down from her high, her cunt freshly-shaven and slick.
“Come whenever you need to,” he told her again, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her folds and knowing his voice would rumble through her. Hadn't she told him – at length – how much she loved it when he groaned against her?
Teeth digging into her gag, Hermione whimpered at the feel of his tongue probing her, tasting her. His breath was hot and damp against her flesh, his mouth warm. Severus's lips, so thin and prone to sneering, felt amazing on her. She felt so open, so naked, the air cool where he wasn't touching her. And being so braced on the edge of their bed... The allure of his touch and slim danger of falling sang through her blood.
Gently, he kissed her, suckling her outer lips into his mouth slowly before licking her from arse to clit in broad, flat strokes. Delicious. With each pass of his tongue her hips jerked, following his movement. He stiffened his tongue to a point, tracing her clit in varying patterns. She sobbed, twisting in the ribbons keeping her in place.
Please, oh please, Hermione thought. Her heart was pounding against her ribs, eager for him to continue, to make her come again. Already, fire was building in her again, her attention centered on the careful scrape of his teeth, every exhalation he made, the lust-filled groans as he laved her. Her breathing was coming harsh and fast, and Severus sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking at it like a nipple.
She whined, the high-pitched sound splitting the air, her arms straining against the ribbon. Blood rushed in her ears and she was throbbing against his tongue, her world going white even as a single finger slid into her tight channel, seeking and finding the spongy spot inside of her.
Eyes flying open, air burning in her lungs, Hermione was lost to the feel of his mouth flush against her as he feasted, his harsh groans exciting her more. Oh, God, so close! If he stopped now, she would kill him, she would -
Fuck, but she was sweet, so tight around his finger. He rubbed her, suckled her, his ears filled with his wife's moans and whimpers. It was a symphony to him, and he was hungry for more. A final, muffled cry, and she came against his mouth, wetness gushing past the digit inside her. He licked her eagerly, tasting everything she gave him. His cock ached, throbbing in his pants.
Licking his lips, Severus struggled to his feet long enough to reach her head and free her from the gag – he doubted she could come again and still manage to breathe. “You're doing so well,” he purred, still tasting her on his tongue. Stifling a wince when his back protested, he pulled the copy he'd made of his cock from the bedside drawer, checking her limbs for tell-tale signs of trouble. Not finding any, he then settled back on his knees with a groan. He was far from done.
Hermione was unable to reply, feeling light-headed and boneless. Her brain was nearly mush when Severus's tongue slid over her blood-swollen clit again, air leaving her lungs in a squeak. He exhaled and she twitched, over-sensitive. The lapping of his tongue barely distracted her from his fingers sliding into her, stretching her gently.
“Please,” she whispered, but Severus ignored her, continuing on with the torment. He rubbed the spot inside her that made her breath catch and her back arch, his tongue on her clit bringing her close to the edge again.
Unable to stop it, she came again without any warning. Robbed of speech, she cried out, his fingers sliding from her body. Something firm was prodding at her entrance and she whimpered, feeling something so very like his cock pressing into her.
“Yessss,” Severus hissed, watching her avidly. “That's it - such a good pet. You can take it...” The phallus stretched her, filling her completely. Merlin, this was hotter than he'd anticipated, knowing it was still his cock that pleasured her. “Give yourself over to me, Granger...”
Fingers slick with her juices, he brushed them against her arse and she arched, shaking her head. He rubbed the wetness around her tight little hole – never entering but massaging the puckered little entrance, curious how far she'd let him take this. Never before had she allowed him this liberty, but judging by the scent of her, she was too far gone to register it.
“Hush,” he murmured, bringing his left hand up to take control of the phallus. It was a bit awkward, kneeling on the plush bedside rug with his cock trapped in the confines of his trousers, mouth pressed to her delicious clit and hands busy with both of her tempting orifices.
Hermione quivered, panting, and a soft sob escaped her when he began to slowly rock the toy in and out of her. She was so full, stretched and feeling the blunt end of the copy of his cock stroking her tight walls and his tongue teasing her clit. Gone was thought, her nipples tight and needy against the strain of the ribbons.
Even the feel of his slippery fingers prodding her arse was turning her on and she longed to feel more but was unable to verbalize the sudden and rather terrifying need. Oh, God! She moaned, whimpering when the phallus slid back into her. Severus knew her body so well, knew how to angle the toy to slide just right against the spot that drove all thought out of her mind.
Quickly, she was reduced to a creature of need, begging him to keep going to never stop with inarticulate cries. Severus worked her body like an instrument, her screams and sobs spurring him on. It was a wonder he hadn't spent himself in his pants with the way she shook.
Beyond thought, beyond feeling, Hermione writhed on their marriage bed and he watched her face change, going slack in bliss. He brought her over once, twice...and the third time she came nearly off the bed, her juices spurting past the phallus and coating his forearm before she fell back against the duvet.
Glorious, he thought rapaciously, devouring her with his eyes. Still, he stroked her gently with the toy and struggled to his feet. Her eyes with closed and her face utterly blank. Perspiration soaked her curls and he smugly began to loosen her ties, rubbing each limb to ensure she was well taken care of.
By time he'd unraveled the ribbon and had begun to trace the impressions of his handiwork with his mouth, Hermione's eyes had fluttered open, staring at him with a breath-taking expression of love and trust. Smug, he thrust the phallus in again, listening to her gasp.
“Are you going to take care of me, now?” he crooned softly. Unbuttoning his trousers was a welcome relief, his cock jutting forward, thick and pale in the nest of black curls. Severus shifted Hermione with the aid of a charm, keeping her on her back with her head hanging off the edge of the bed.
Deftly, he plucked the toy from her cunt. “Look what you did,” Severus said in a dark tone. She shivered. “You've coated it, love... Open your mouth.”
The last was an order and she obeyed. Severus stood by her head, positioning his cock at her lips, teasing them with the head of his erection. “Make me come,” he urged, and before he slid forward into her waiting mouth she saw him lick the phallus like a lolly. The image of him taking a cock deep into his mouth, cleaning it of her pleasure, made her moan and she sucked his head in.
Yes, pleasure him. Make him come. That she could do, as his deliciously muffled groans reached her ears. She loved to suck him this way, the rocking of his hips driving him into her tight throat, the salty taste of him on her tongue and the musk of his flesh in her nose. She loved the coarse hair on his sac tickling her face and she moaned around his cock.
Severus gasped, sucking the phallus like she was doing to him. Merlin, it had been too long since he'd had a cock in his mouth (or anywhere), and tasting Hermione's fluids on what was essentially himself after watching her come over and over was too much. All too soon, he had dropped the toy to the bed, Hermione sucking him deep and strong, her hands cupping and rolling his balls.
“Yes,” he panted, feeling rather lewd. “Come on, Hermione, suck me, suck me, oh what a good girl you are. Don't stop, Hermione, don't... don't stop... oh, fuck!”
She swallowed him down, all of him, each spurt licked clean from his flesh as he groaned his pleasure into the room.
It took several moments for them to catch their breath and arrange themselves together on the bed, limbs draped across each other rather bonelessly and heedless of any wet spots.
“You know,” Hermione mumbled some time later after pulling the phallus out from under her back. “You only ever call me by name during sex.”
“I do know,” he replied. She lifted a hand, tracing down his nose lazily, and he kissed her fingers when they reached his lips. She was quiet long enough that he thought she'd fallen asleep when she spoke again.
“Severus?”
“Yes, Granger?”
“You know how you told me I can have anything I want for my birthday, a carte blanche?” Curious, he turned to look down at her. She blushed almost shyly. “I know what I want.”
“Do tell.”

Author's Note: ch 3 is being edited, and will be up as soon as I can finish that up!
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