#2 ~ What Was I Thinking ~ Part 2 (Small Edit)

Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR. All the situations are my own.
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Chapter 25 ~ Open Up and Let Him In

“Hold on to the headboard,” Severus growled as he positioned himself behind Hermione. Grasping his cock, he pressed it against her sweet little pucker, and drawing a deep breath, he forced the thick purple head into its tightness, tearing through her resistance without warning or ceremony.

Hermione screamed in such a mortally wounded way, that his hair stood on end, “Oh gods, oh gods Severus! You’re too big! Take it out! Please! Take it out!”

Oh shit. He was so focused on penetrating her, he forgot about the Relaxo spell. His wand was in his robes, and his robes were in the closet. Her wand was somewhere on the floor of his study…

But gods…she was so tight. His head was already in…if he pulled out it would be worse. From the way she was screaming, she’d be scared to let him back in. Fuck that. No. He’d have to finish what he started. So would she.

“Hermione, Hermione, relax…relax. It won’t hurt for long, he breathed, caressing the sobbing witch’s back. “I can’t pull out. I have to keep going…you have to relax.’

“Nooo,” she wailed, “Please, Severus, please!”

So tight. So hot and tight.

“Hermione,” he groaned, “please…I “ He closed his eyes against the desire to plow through her in one deep, painful thrust.

“Severussss,’ she sobbed.

Gods…he loved when she sobbed his name. She wasn’t helping. He had to get in her all the way, then the pain would lessen. Severus gripped her waist firmly and shoved himself forward another inch, then pulled back, and shoved forward a bit deeper, and pulled back, spreading the lubrication inside her slowly as he went deeper…deeper.

She cried out each time he thrust forward, trying to twist away. But Severus was much stronger, and held her smaller body in place by the waist and shoulder as he pressed on, scowling, but groaning with pleasure as he slid inch by slow delicious inch deeper between her soft cheeks.

Hermione had never felt so much pressure…it felt like she was being split open, or painfully impaled on a tree, his thick cock pushing through her resisting flesh, sliding deeper inside her. There was a little relief, when Severus pulled back, but then the pain hit as again when he continued to force his way deeper into her tight orifice. Her knuckles were white as she clasped the headboard, her nails actually gouging the wood, and tears streamed freely down her face. She struggled, trying to swing her body from his grasp, only succeeding in making him swell even larger from the sensation.

“Hermione, I’ve just got to get in all the way,” he said brokenly, reveling in the exquisite pressure of her ass wrapped around him, even as he tried to contain himself and comfort her at the same time.

She continued sobbing as he held her as firmly as he could, gritting his teeth against the powerful clamp of her sphincter muscles around him. Dear Merlin, he had to get deeper. He struck up a slow rhythm of gentle but persistent strokes, the head of his cock burrowing inside her, forcing access, the flange catching her soft inner flesh as it pulled back. She continued to beg for him to stop…but he couldn’t … he could only try to be as gentle as he could as he possessed her, and it wasn’t easy…she kept wriggling, struggling, stimulating him with her motions, and he bit his lip until he drew blood to stop from just plunging into her with abandon.

“Hermione, you’ve got to keep still…please,” he was pleading with the distressed witch, “you don’t know what you’re doing to me, how hard it is to…hold back. “You’re going to make me hurt you if you don’t stop struggling…you feel so good…I want…gods. I want to fuck your ass so hard,” he panted, his fingers digging into her hip reflexively, as he looked up at the ceiling, trying to avoid the sight of his thick cock impaling her luscious body, knowing that if he looked…he would lose it and do real damage to the woman under him.

“Why’d you have to be a virgin?” he groaned at the ceiling joists as he continued his slow. pulsing, thrusting invasion through the rim of her incredibly tight channel. Hermione’s cries had weakened now…she let out small, keening whimpers as he claimed his territory. He was almost there, and she felt as if he were filling her chest cavity, he was so deep inside her. But the pain was slowly lessening…it was mostly pressure now, his short strokes becoming less stuttered, less agonizing.

Severus felt his pelvis press against Hermione’s derriere, and he looked down at her, sighing with relief. He held himself deep inside her, unmoving, and leaned down to plant kisses on her upper back, and shoulders, curving over her body.

“Kiss me,” he demanded, pulling her hair to one side of her neck and leaning so she could reach his mouth by turning her head. He could taste the salt of her tears on her lips as they moved against his, and he licked at them with his tongue, before invading her mouth, while still deeply embedded in her ass. As their tongues caressed, Severus felt her relaxing, and he pulled back slightly, and thrust experimentally. She moaned loudly against his mouth, but didn’t scream. She was well lubricated. He could fuck her now.

He began to move slowly, in and out of her, bouncing lightly against her soft ass. He gave her a final kiss, before standing up and getting a good firm grip on her hips and lengthening his stroke, grunting with pleasure at the sight of her buttocks jiggling like Jell-O as his pelvis pumped against her. She was beginning to groan as the pain subsided, and the pressure eased. He fit in her now, and the friction of his cock plowing through her sphincter was beginning to feel very, very good. He was leaking inside her, lubricating her ass further, making his motions smoother, and she slid over his length faster, starting to rock her hips, and sigh his name.

“Yes, Hermione,” he breathed as he buried himself in her faster and faster, “A natural.”

They had a rhythm now, Severus sliding his full length in and out of her, his head tilted as he watched his cock disappear in her wonderful tightness, his thick shaft squeezed and caressed by her hot walls, and she bouncing her cheeks back against him, loving the feel of his delicate balls swinging against her skin. Severus began to push harder now, and although it hurt, Hermione took it, her thighs soaking wet with pleasure. Yes, she liked it. She loved it.

“Severus…harder,” she moaned. And that was all it took for the monster to come out. He slammed into her with a shout, and began pistoning, into her viciously, pulling her back on him, bouncing her body so hard the headboard she held on to began to shudder and shake.

“Oh fuck yes! Yes! You little tight-assed…know-it-all. I…knew… you… could…take this. You didn’t. But I did. ” He cried, fucking her wildly.

“So…good…Severus,” she panted as he banged against her, fucking her ass violently.

“Let go of the headboard,” he half-whispered, and he pushed her over it, face down in the mattress, pressing one hand into the middle of her back to hold her steady with her ass high in the air, and slammed into her over and over, cursing, pulling his cock out to the flange and driving it deep into her depths without reserve or mercy. Hermione’s mouth was open, her eyes glazed with bliss, and she gasped with pleasure as he plowed into her. He slapped her buttocks, and she shouted, “damn yes dammit yes, spank me gods spank me,” and he obliged, slapping her cheeks lightly with every thrust until she screamed in frustration…\"harder, do everything harder\"…and he brutalized her with his cock and with his hands, reaching under her and twisting her breasts roughly...and she was loving it…all.

Then he was in her pussy plunging away, lifting her body to the balls of her feet with his force, still bent over the headboard, her head still pressed down into the mattress, her ass at perfect pummeling height…and pummel he did, his cock coated with her juices,

Then he was back in her ass, riding her like a cowboy, spanking her, sliding deliciously deep, his black hair a swinging curtain over his face as he leaned into her, shouting obscenities that made her feel deliciously dirty and wanton, both his hands clenching the full mounds of her ass, and shoving nothing but cock between them. He alternated between both orifices, and she poured out the garbled words that only lovers in the throes of passion understand, completely lost in the wild abandon of his possession. Her climax was building now, a bubble of scorching need rising up inside her, ready to burst…and she called to him to release her, to make her come, and he was back inside her pussy, slamming, thrusting and rolling his hips, so ready to oblige her.

He lifted her legs off the floor, and she grabbed the headboard just in time, so she was horizontal above the floor, in a pushup position, her legs wrapped in a scissors around his waist, but Severus was the one pushing up, pushing up inside her body, thrusting for all he was worth, sweat pouring off him, a puddle forming at his feet.

“Come for me, Hermione, you wanton little minx, come!” he snarled as he slammed balls deep against her womb, and she screamed, a flood pouring from between her thighs bathing him in come. He almost dropped her as he followed her with a powerful ejaculation of his own, partially inside her, and partially on her ass as he pulled out and howled, pressing the spurting head against the curve of her buttocks, and growling approval as his hot creamy emission dripped down between them.

“Yes,’ he groaned, head thrown to the sky, his chest heaving from his efforts, before he fell forward and draped himself over Hermione’s bent body, kissing her throat and growling in her ear, ”Gods woman, you please me…you please me.”

Wrapping his arm around the witch’s waist, he tenderly brushed her wet hair away from her face, and pulled her limp body back against him possessively.

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A/N: He forgot. :::shaking head::: Men are so single-minded, aren’t they? How many promises left now?…he got a two-fer there.

Snapelover11: Let’s not think about Albus and Minerva, at least in that way...o-tay? O-tay.