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Scorched	By : Ataraxia Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 18984 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! This has been a really encouraging experience. StarCrystal, I hope the updates have been quick enough for you. ChaosLady, this was definitely a quickie, I was just trying to get my feet wet before going for anything more complex. CryingCinderella, I always like to add a little “ouch”. I’m not sure there will be enough for you in this story, but I’ll be bringing more to what I do next. Thanks again!!

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Severus watched Hermione bite her bottom lip as she stared up at the man now towering over her. He slowly began to stroke himself, his eyes fixed on her tender mouth. “Well..?” he asked, his voice thick with need.

She sat up further on the couch, sliding closer to where he stood before her. Tentatively, she reached a hand out to him, her small fingers tracing the thin trail of hair that ran down his belly to his groin. His muscles tensed under her fingers, despite his conscious efforts to stay in control. Her hand came to rest on top of his, and she licked her lips nervously.

“Show me what to do...” she said, staring up into the cold fire of his eyes. “I..I don’t know what I’m doing.” She admitted, sheepishly.

Severus’ hand froze mid-stroke as he stared down at her, a bemused smile gracing his normally stern mouth. “Well those are words I never thought I’d hear out of the mouth of the great Hermione Granger”. He placed her trembling hand on his phallus and laid his own hand on top of hers. He squeezed her hand gently and began to show her how to stroke him. “Like this...” Snape murmured, sliding her hand all the way from the base to the tip of his length. The eroticism of holding the young girl’s hand as she jerked him off was making his head spin; he wasn’t sure how long he could continue standing before his legs gave out. He let go of her hand and reached down to bury his fingers in her unruly hair, drawing her face towards his body.

He could feel her hesitate before she leaned forward and gently kissed his aching cock. He grunted in pleasure, trying to control himself. He needed to make this last; who knew when he’d have an opportunity like this again. He moaned again as her delicate kisses covered his shaft, and her tongue darted out to taste the clear drop that had formed at his tip. She slowly ran her tongue down his length, long wet strokes that made him feel like he was going to explode. “Open up, Granger,” he said thickly. She did, eagerly, and he pushed his aching erection into her mouth. She sucked on him carefully, using her tongue to caress the underside of his cock. His knees wobbled slightly, the hot, wet grip of her mouth driving him insane. She reached up to grab his hips, holding him steady as the bobbed up and down his length.

“Like this?” she asked, breaking away from him, her eyes begging for approval.

“Like that,” he replied, approvingly “but I think that’s enough” and with a forceful tug on her hair, he pulled her into a standing position.

She cried out in shock, reaching for her head. “Owww!” she gasped “Why...”

Snape’s gaze hardened; he was tired of these little games. If she wanted to learn, he was going to teach her. “Turn around, Granger” he ordered.

She stared at him blankly. He tugged her hair harder, pulling her face to his. She could feel his hot breath on her face. “I said... turn around”. With that, he spun her around roughly and pushed her face-down onto the leather sofa, her body hitting the surface with a light smack. He stood behind her for a moment, thoroughly enjoying the view. Her round buttocks were thrust out towards him, her cheek resting on the back of the sofa. Her tangled hair across her face, but it didn’t hide the combined look of lust and fear in her eyes. His eyes flicked down to her slender thighs. “I missed a spot, I see” he said, noticing the angry burns on the back of her legs. He reached out and gave her a gentle smack. She cried out.

“Does that hurt, Granger?” he asked, seductively. She nodded, her cheek still pressed against the sofa. He slapped her again, slightly harder. She cried out again, burying her face in the old leather. “Are you going to tell me to stop?”. Hermione muffled an answer in response. Severus yanked up her head by the hair once more “I can’t hear you, Granger. Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she whispered, her face flushing.

“Good” he replied, smacking her tender thighs once more. Her body pushed back into the slap. “You are a naughty girl deep down, aren’t you?” She whimpered her assent.

He climbed up behind her on the couch, wrapping his arms around her youthful body. His right hand reached across to fondle her breasts, while his left reached down to her slit. He tweaked her nipples roughly as his fingers slid inside her body. She was so wet, her desire dripping down the inner thighs. She arched back into him, rubbing herself against his raging erection. “Please...” she begged “please fuck me.”

He slapped her breasts roughly, “Language, Granger” he muttered in her ear, his breath positively ragged. He reached down and started to rub his cock between her wet folds, teasing her. He paused outside her entrance “Are you sure you want this?”

She nodded her head vigorously, whimpering in anticipation.

He pulled her face towards him and brushed his lips across her cheek. “Fine” he breathed, and with that he slowly pushed himself inside of her. The feeling was incredible. She was so tight, but so yielding. He felt her shudder beneath him as she moaned loudly. He held her head in place so he could stare into her eyes as she felt a man in her body for the first time. Her expression was one of pain veiled with pleasure. Her body tensed around him and he felt himself pushing up against a barrier. Her eyes widened, her lips parted. Severus kissed her lips softly and whispered into her mouth “This is going to hurt” and thrust through.

He took her cries into his mouth as he pumped in and out of her slowly, his motions causing her breasts to slap against the leather back of the chair. Her eyes were clenched shut, a couple tears slid slowly down her cheek. He brushed them away, carefully. “Good girl” he said soothingly “it won’t hurt for long”.

She nodded her understanding and pressed back against him, taking him all the way into her. She moaned slightly louder with each thrust, revelling in the sound of his abdomen slapping against her ass. He grunted as he started to lose control, his body unwilling to hold back his climax for much longer. He placed both his hands on her hips and pulled her back into him repeatedly. “Severus” she whispered, hotly.

“Touch yourself” he commanded, wanting her to climax with him. “I want you to cum for me”. She obliged, reaching down to her swollen clit and stroking herself frantically. It didn’t take long for her moans to become loud and frantic, the combined feeling of her professor thrusting his hard cock into her body and her hands working her clit drove her to the brink. He could feel her impending orgasm and gritted his teeth, forcing himself to hold on until she got there. “Severus...” she moaned again

His thrusting became harder and more frenzied as her body started to tense beneath him. “oh... oh.... SEVERUS.” She screamed as she climaxed.

The feeling of her muscles tightening around him drove Snape over the edge. His body stiffened and he bellowed as his hot seed flooded her body. A few last, involuntary thrusts into her and he was spent, collapsing on her and pushing her against the couch. He stayed inside her to revel in the feeling of her aftershocks, and of her chest heaving. He kissed her neck, tenderly. “That’s a very good girl, Miss Granger” he soothed. Their hearts were gradually slowing from their frantic pace, and he pulled out of her, spilling a mixture of their ejaculate and a tiny amount of blood.

He flopped over onto the couch, pulling her sweaty body on top of his. He stroked her hair as she lay on his chest. “Professor?” she asked, timidly

“Mmmm?” he murmured, his eyes closing in the post-coital afterglow.

“Thank-you.”

He smirked, not even bothering to open his eyes. “Don’t ever say I didn’t teach you anything”
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