Disharmony in the Dungeons

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Chapter 31 ~ Unwrapping the Package

Severus laid his wife down, and began to kiss her, caressing her body gently, fanning the flames of her desire. Hermione began to relax as the Potions Master’s lips slipped over her chin, down her throat and around the swell of her breasts, then to her hardened peaks, suckling and licking until she was writhing in pleasure. As he laved her breasts, Severus slid one hand over her belly and lower still, rifling through her pubic hair and slipping his fingers into her slick folds. Hermione moaned as he caressed her, tickling her clit, then inserting two fingers inside her, thrusting gently as his mouth moved over her, slipping back to her mouth and claiming it hungrily as she arched against his hand, whimpering, lost to pleasure as he brought her closer to her first release, Severus whispering encouragement in her ear as Hermione began to shudder, then exploded with a cry.

Severus quickly turned her over while she was in the throes of her orgasm, laid on her back and pushed her hair aside, running his lips over the back of her neck, shoulders, planting kisses, caressing the sides of her body tenderly and sliding down, his tongue tracing a path down her spine, nibbling the small of her back and pulling her lower body upward until she was on her knees, kissing and caressing her soft buttocks, running his hands up and down her back. He gently parted her thighs and began to lap up her juices, Hermione groaning in pleasure, still lost to the sensations her husband was causing to pulse in delicious waves throughout her body. His tongue made longer licks, running between her buttocks and back down to her clit, making her shudder and cry out. Severus rose, positioned himself against her pussy and entered her from the back, fucking her as he reached for the jar of lubrication. As he stroked her gently, he opened the jar of lubrication and scooped a bit on his hand and slipped it between her cheeks, especially around her tight little puckerhole. He sat the jar down on the bed and gripped her waist, pulling her over him, stroking long and deep, causing her to gasp as he hit bottom over and over.

Severus pressed one lubricated fingertip against her ass, and worked it inside gently. Hermione gasped but was caught up in his stroke, vaguely aware of the double penetration. Severus began to thrust his finger in and out of her, and Hermione began to be aware of his intrusion, but it didn’t hurt. It was a different sensation, very tight but good. The Potions Master caressed her back, fucking her and thrusting his finger in her, slipping in a second. Hermione groaned as she felt herself stretching. It was such a tight fit. Severus pulled out of her and rested his cock between her buttocks and began to slide its length up and down leaning over her and kissing her back, wrapping one arm around her waist as he moved against her.

Severus withdrew before she reached orgasm, and Hermione was aching for release, shoving her body back against him, panting and begging him to keep fucking her…she had been so close. Severus stopped rubbing up against her, reached for the jar of lubrication and greased his cock generously, looking down at Hermione’s wriggling ass.

“It’s time, Hermione. I’m going to relieve you, sweet,” he hissed, grasping her by her hair and pulling it until she rose panting, lifting her upper body until she was on all fours.

Severus pushed the witch toward the headboard as close as he could get her. He didn’t want her attempting to crawl away from him. He placed his cock between her cheeks and continued rubbing against her until he had her panting and moaning with need again, running his hands over her ass, up her back, over her shoulders and back. She pressed back hard against him, wanting him to penetrate her again. Severus’ nose flared as he parted her cheeks and looked at her tight entrance. He felt his cock swell at the thought of how snug she would feel around him. He placed the head of his cock against her, and holding his shaft, forced the head in with a quick hard thrust. Hermione howled and clamped down on him hard.

“Oh gods,” he groaned as her sphincter muscles locked around him. She was so fucking tight. He pressed into her, groaning the entire time, his cock sliding in deeper as she cried out he was hurting her.

“Shhh,” he said softly, rubbing the sobbing witch’s back. “I’m almost there, Hermione,”

He felt her muscles tightening, and shoved his way through them with a hard, deep thrust, burying his cock almost to the hilt, Hermione’s ass stretched around his girth, and the witch screaming as if he had torn her in half. Severus was panting, trying to hold back Gods, her ass felt so good. He held still, bending over her, kissing her back, caressing her, trying to comfort her.

“I’m in Hermione…just wait a little while. Relax. It will get good now,” he breathed against her ear as he gripped her waist. Hermione fell silent, feeling as if she were impaled on a great pole…but he wasn’t hurting now…it was a huge pressure inside her. She could feel her muscles clamping on him…he was hissing and his cock trembling inside her. Then he began to move, small short thrusts, grunting at her body’s grip around his cock. She was taking him.

Merlin.

At first Hermione felt some pain, but it soon ceased as she relaxed around him. His strokes became longer, and felt better as he lengthened his thrust, burying himself in her over and over, starting to pull her over him in his pleasure, his eyes locked on the sight of his thickness moving between the cheeks of her small body. It was beautiful.

“Yessss, Hermione…yesss. So good. So tight,” he groaned, pistoning in and out of her, bending over her, his hips pumping back and forth, banging lightly off her ass. Suddenly Severus straightened and slapped Hermione’s right buttock, and the witch cried out, a gush of lubrication burst from between her thighs. He pumped into her faster, then struck her left buttock. Hermione cried out again, arching her back up into his belly. Severus reached under her and grasped both her breasts, using them for leverage, hunching over her and stroking with abandon now, grunting with every thrust like an animal as he rode his wife’s ass. He had waited so long for this, and it was worth it. Denise had nothing on Hermione. Severus plowed into Hermione, taking all of her, claiming the last bastion of her body. She was totally his now. Totally.

Hermione groaned under him, his deep stroke sending waves of pleasure through her body, so different from when he was in her pussy, but still good, still making that bubble rise. From time to time she cried out, as he adjusted the angle of his stroke, or rolled his cock inside her. It was good…made better because she knew she was pleasing him.

Severus’ grunts became deeper, more intense, and he began to hit her harder, his pale hands spreading her cheeks wide so he could see his cock fucking her ass. He moved closer to release, pumping faster and faster, bouncing Hermione so her head was hitting the headboard, the witch so caught up she let it happen…she was coiling tight inside, a knot forming in her belly, sweetening, tightening…then she came, screaming, triggering Severus to blow, his head flying back and his eyes rolling up in his head as he buried his cock in her and shot jet after jet inside her tightness, his fingers digging into her buttocks, feeling her pulsing on the underside of his shaft as she orgasmed, her juices running down her thighs.

Severus fell forward over her back, his lips pressed to her shoulder, humping a bit as his ejaculation slowed, then stopped, his cock deflating within her. Hermione distinctly felt the loss of pressure as her husband withdrew and let his weight fall on her, driving her down to the bed. Severus rested against her prone body, his face buried in her hair, scenting the sweet jasmine as he felt her rising and falling beneath him. After a moment, he rolled off, lying beside her on his back, his face turned toward her. Her hair covered Hermione’s face wildly and he pushed it away and studied her. Her eyes were somewhat glazed and jumped up and down a little, and Severus realized she was falling asleep with them open, she was that exhausted.

The Potions Master pulled Hermione gently on top of him, sliding her down so she could nestle her head against his chest. The witch sighed contentedly as he caressed her hair softly. Severus listened as her breathing became slow and rhythmic. She had been good and he was sated for the time being. Fucking Hermione this way wouldn’t be an everyday act, but it was nice to know when he was in the mood, she could and would accommodate him. He pulled the sleeping witch up a bit, so he could press his lips against her temple. How had he ever lived without her?

Wrapping his arm around his wife, Severus let sleep come.

He could ask Hermione how she liked it tomorrow.

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