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Teaching Miss Granger	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 116943 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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33 - Sex on the Beach
Hermione woke up the next morning with sunlight pouring in the giant windows of the Malfoy beach house. She blinked blindly for a few seconds then looked up at Severus who was still fast asleep. He had fed her dinner the night before then read to her in bed for a while. (He didn’t seem very interested in elvish rights, but he let her pick the book.) When it got late, they lay naked under the decadent sheets and talked. He kissed her and stroked her back, but whenever she tried to take it further, he pushed away her hand. I hope he’s over his protective phase now. I’m perfectly healthy. She held up her hand and checked it for damage. See? All better. If anything, it was even softer than her other hand thanks to all the moisturizing.
She’d never seen him so worried about her before. It was clear that he cared about and desired her, but he had been literally worried sick about her the previous night. It was extraordinarily touching that he felt so strongly about her. I’ll make it up to you. She considered fixing him breakfast in bed but thought he might be angry if she tried to cook anything after last night’s debacle. Cooking wasn’t a great love of hers, so letting him take over was fine by her. And it leaves more time to read. Win win.
Delving beneath the thin blanket, she went under for a pre-breakfast snack. His dick looked delicious, albeit a bit soft for her intentions. Hermione gave it few licks, and it started to plump. She heard the soft rustle of his head on the pillowcase; he was starting to wake up. Her hand went to his bollocks, holding them safe while she continued her wake up call.
Severus opened his eyes, taking a second to remember where they were. There was a great, wiggling lump under the sheet, which looked suspiciously like his missing bedmate. Starting a bit early, aren’t you? Throwing back the sheet, he gazed down at her with a sleepy look of interest. “Is this how you wake me up on holiday? If it is, I’m buying the house next door.”
Hermione smiled. “No need. I can do it anywhere.”
“Did you sleep all right?”
“MmmHm,” she hummed, engulfing his growing manhood.
“How’s your hand?”
She pulled her lips from his dick. “Soft.”
“Let me see.”
Instead of holding it up, she dragged her healed palm from his balls to the tip of his cock. “See?”
Snape smirked. “I do. Come up here. I want to kiss you.”
“No. I forgot to brush my teeth last night. My breath is horrid.”
“So’s mine. We won’t be able to taste each other.”
“I’m a little busy here . . . oh wait. I just thought of something. Hold on.”
She rolled out of the bed and padded to the loo. Severus heard her going and laughed to himself. She just thought to use the loo? Usually it’s the first thing she does. The toilet flushed, and then he heard the sink running and her rooting through her bag. Bloody hell, is she brushing her teeth? The sharp sound of gargling warbled out; he rolled his eyes and chuckled. When she waltzed out of the bathroom, he gave her an appraising look. “What was all that about?”
She settled between his legs, her mouth hovering over his prick. “Tell me how this feels.” Her lips gently sealed around him, and she tickled his head with her tongue.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “It feels cold. Tingly. Well, don’t bloody stop.”
Hermione smiled and kept going. His sex was swelling quicker, spurred on by her minty ministrations. When he was as hard as advanced Arithmancy, she pulled away. “I’m hungry. Let’s go eat.”
He dragged his hand down his face. “If this is your attempt to get back at me for making you wait yesterday, it’s not funny.”
“Oh, no,” she said, looking concerned. “It’s not. I promise. I just need breakfast. My stomach is eating itself. I’ll finish as soon as I’m done. Or we can continue however you’d like. No wait, not however you’d like. I mean I’ll make you come however you want.”
“You expect me to eat breakfast with this?” he asked, waving at his dick as she climbed out of the bed.
“No, I expect you to fuck me with it,” she said, smiling over her shoulder. “Come on.”
Severus growled and went after her. She was already shoving bread into the toaster when he came into the kitchen. “What did I tell you about cooking?”
Hermione shook her head and smiled. “Toast isn’t cooking. Will you get me the peanut butter?”
He set out the jar for her and watched in groggy amusement as she smeared a great blob of it across a piece of toast. She squeezed some honey over top then bit into it as if she were ravenous. The look on her face suggested heavenly rapture, and she tore off another bite to eat while she went for the juice.
“If I can’t cook, will you make me some eggs?”
“How do you want them?”
“Fried and between two slices of bread.”
Snape smirked and waved his wand towards the stove. The pan settled into place as the gas lit. The eggs were cooking in no time. As the coffee started, he found the spatula. She finished her toast and peanut butter mountain then got out more bread.
“How much longer?” Hermione asked.
“A minute.”
“Want some honey with that?”
“Coffee?” he said, sneering in revulsion.
“Not that. This,” she said, wrapping her hand around his shaft.
“No. I don’t want to be followed around by every insect on the island when we go outside.”
Hermione laughed. “I was going to clean you up when we were through.”
“Later. Your egg is ready. Bring me your bread.”
She went to the table to eat her sandwich, watching him drink his coffee while he made another egg. As he worked, his erection started to flag; Hermione brought her remaining sandwich with her and went to see if she could bring it back to life.
Severus growled as she started to stroke him again. “I’m trying to cook. And get away from the stove; you’re scaring the piss out of me.”
Hermione grinned at him around her bite. “More please.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Egg or cock.”
“Both.”
“Take this one and go sit down. My cock will still be here when you’re done.”
She held out her remaining half-sandwich, and he folded the new egg to fit in the small space for her.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it,” he muttered, starting a new one.
Hermione ate the skirt of white that was sticking out of her bread then finished the bit that looked like actual sandwich. Downing her glass of juice, she watched Severus eat his egg over the sink.
“What do you want to do today?” she asked, no longer feeling like a hollow pit.
“Fuck you,” he muttered.
She smiled. “Fuck you too."
Severus smirked. “Don’t be cheeky.”
“You love it,” she teased. “Do you want to do it outside?”
He shrugged. “Maybe. Go out on the deck and tell me how many people you see down the beach.”
Hermione opened the patio door and stepped out into the morning sunshine. “It’s nice out,” she said, walking to the edge of the deck and looking both ways. “Not too busy. There're some people walking, but that’s about it.”
“Go put on your suit.”
She pulled the door closed behind her, grinning like the Cheshire cat. “Are we going to go swimming?”
“If that’s what you want to call it.”
Hermione dashed off to the bedroom and put on her bikini. She brought Snape his shorts on her way back. He was sitting at the table peeling an orange while a new egg fried on the stove.
“Thank you, love,” he said, taking the shorts from her and setting down his orange to pull them on. He lifted his hips and tried to close them over his erection but gave up after a couple tries. “I hope we don’t run into anyone between the house and the water.”
“I fancy it. You should wear them like that all the time.”
“Why don’t you come over here and show me how you touch yourself while I finish eating.”
Smiling, Hermione strolled over to his chair as he sat down with his other egg. “You mean touch myself like this?” she asked, running one finger up and down her arm.
“What ever gets you going, love."
“What about this?” she asked, turning around and leaning over the table as she reached back and ran her hand over her healed bum. “What do you want to see?”
“I’m enjoying the view. Keep going.”
Hermione wanted him to tell her what to do . . . but she wanted to make him mental too—drive him crazy until he had no choice but to shag her brains out. She turned coquette and teased her bottoms down below her cheeks, smiling at him over one shoulder. “Is this what you want?”
“Hmm,” he murmured. “I’m not sure. Show me more.”
Hermione laughed and knelt up on the table. She bent low and looked back at him. “Do you still need to see more?”
“Yes.”
Licking her two middle fingers, she reached between her legs and teased her back entrance. Hermione rubbed all around the puckered flesh until she was squirming. One fingertip eased inside, and she panted against the tabletop.
“Having fun?”
“Yes. Are you almost done eating, sir?”
“Sir? How quickly you change your tune. I’m almost done.”
“Could you do this for me?”
Severus smirked into his coffee cup. “You’re doing very well on your own.”
“It’s not the same as when you do it.”
“Hmm. Well, I guess I’m done. Why don’t we go outside where it’s warm.”
Hermione scrambled off the table.
“Here,” he said, taking her by the wrist. With a muttered incantation, he cleaned her fingers and then pulled her bottoms back into place.
He led her outside, and Hermione smiled as he sat in the chaise and got her to straddle his lap.
“Now, we’re make sure you’re nice and wet before we go out in the water. But first I want you to kiss me like you should have this morning.”
Hermione gave him a lazy grin and touched the tip of her nose to his, nuzzling him for a couple seconds before meeting his mouth. Her tongue tapped his lips, and he let her in. His mouth was coffee-flavored like ice cream. She didn’t like to drink coffee, but she fancied the aroma. His kissing became more insistent the longer she licked him. Soon, he was plunging his tongue past her lips and slipping it along hers like a snake. She shivered as he tickled the roof of her mouth, swiping his tastebuds over hers.
Severus lost himself in the feel of her lips. She was always so soft, and it drove him crazy when she would go from accepting to forceful as if she had multiple personalities and couldn’t decide which one should get to kiss him the longest. Her lips would suck him deep into the cavern of her mouth, and then she’d be licking his back molars.
Hermione felt his cock rise between them, stiff and heavy. It always surprised her how hard he got just from snogging. Not that she didn’t love it; it just didn’t get her as wet as genital contact. His hands were all over her hips, slithering around to her lower back and feeling along the edge of her bikini bottoms. The combination of his hands and tongue drove her to rock against him. Her nipples felt oversensitive, and they hardened as she pressed into his chest.
Snape couldn’t take much more; he needed air. Backing away, he ran his thumb over her lower lip and looked in her eyes. Even without Legilimency he could see how turned on she was. Her eyes were half-lidded and dark as night. He wanted her desperate for it before he started fucking her. With one slow hand, he eased his finger down the front of her bikini bottoms and parted her lips. A cache of cream was waiting at her entrance, and he lightly spread it around, slicking her folds with her own desire. As soon as he was done, he pulled out his hand and held it below her chin. “Taste.”
Hermione ducked her head and sucked his fingers clean.
“I want to see your tits.” He pushed her top so the cups went to the outsides of her breasts. Her nipples were just starting to get hard, and he grabbed her hips and made her lift up so he could reach. He tasted her strawberry tips, lapping until they stood up and cheered. When he caught the ripe bud in his teeth, she bucked hard, her hips trying to use him for friction. He smirked and slid one hand down to her arse. She whispered his name as her nails scratched over his scalp.
“Look at me,” he muttered. When her eyes met his, he dipped into her thoughts. “Tell me what you want. I want to hear it.”
“Please fuck me, sir.”
“Soon. Tell me what would get you the wettest.” He already knew the answer; the images popped to the front of her mind as soon as he suggested it.
“Spank me, sir.”
“Very well. Get over my lap.”
Hermione was over him in a second. She needed to feel the heat warming her bum and pussy at the same time, his hand petting her tingling skin.
“Let’s have these down,” he commented and peeled her bottoms to her thighs.
Hermione arched up as he caressed her backside. He started to carefully slap her arse, bringing a nice sting and burn. She didn’t know if he was planning to keep going that easy, but she needed it a little rougher. “Please spank me harder, sir.”
He smiled and used a little more force. Her bum slowly turned pink . . . then red. Grinding into him, she moaned. His finger slipped between her cheeks and found her tiny hole. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes, sir,” she hissed. “Please, please, please.”
He chuckled soundlessly and slicked his middle finger with spit. Her hand came back and pulled her cheek to one side for him, simplifying his quest. He used his other hand to hold her open and slowly eased his finger into her tight whorl. She was grinding into his lap as if she were going to make herself come. Pressing in deeply, he wiggled his finger into her depths. She moaned louder and started to beg.
“Please, Severus. Fuck me. I need you so much.”
He let go of her bum and slid his hand under her hip, going straight for her pussy. Her petals were silken with want, and he nodded, deciding that was wet enough. “Get on your knees, pet. Suck me hard again.”
Hermione backed off his lap and knelt to receive his offering. Tickling and tapping him with her tongue, she worked him back to full strength. His hand was in her hair, slowly dragging her mouth closer to his pelvis.
“That’s my good girl. Are you ready for that dip you’ve been begging for?”
Hermione released his cock and looked up at him in a daze. “Did you say dip or dick?”
“Dip,” he said, smirking. “But since you’re a good girl, you can have both.”
She nodded, and he helped her up. Severus fixed her top for her then did his best to conceal his protruding cock.
They walked out across the warm sand to the lapping shoreline, and Hermione squeezed his hand as they waded into the water. As soon as the sea covered his waist, he pulled her into him and kissed her. His erection dug into her belly. Mine. He drew them deeper, and when the water got to her chest, he picked her up and carried her. Hermione felt weightless in his arms; she wrapped her legs around him to keep from floating off.
Severus stopped and pulled his lips from hers, panting as his cock surged. He’d never fucked anyone in the ocean before. Bathtubs, yes. Lakes, yes. Swimming pools, yes. But never the ocean. It was rougher than he’d expected, the current pulling at them. It was a watery rush. He shifted her gusset to one side and pressed his tip to her slippery opening. She dug her heels into his bum and slid down on him as he pushed.
She moaned, dropping her head to his shoulder. One of his hands came to her breast, and Severus pushed the cup of her bikini out of his way. Her nipples were like coral. He plucked one and used his other hand to guide her up and down his length. “Ride me, love. Show me what you can do.”
Hermione circled her hips once and then started to work him in and out as she ground her clit into his pelvis. His face buried in her neck, and she whimpered in his ear. The sharp feel of his teeth accented every upward thrust of his hips. It seemed as if she were going to be swept away by either the current or the sensation of him working against her under the surface. The water created a liquid buffer, and all of their movements were softened by the resistance.
Snape growled and held onto her hips with both hands, forcing her down on his cock even harder. His muscles were getting tired of fighting the current, so he took them into shallower water. They might be seen, but the beach was still fairly empty, so that seemed unlikely. There were some surfers far off, floating in the water and waiting for the waves to arrive. Hermione kept whimpering in his ear and sucking his neck. His pulse raced. The feel of her teeth on his throat made him grunt and fuck her even harder. “Tell me how close you are. Are you ready to come for me?”
“Yes, sir. Please touch me.”
Severus shoved one hand down to her muff and found her clit. The water was starting to wash away her lubrication, and he didn’t know how much longer he could keep going. As soon as he started to rub, she started to buck and grind. He could barely fit his hand between them she was holding him so tightly. “That’s it, love. I can feel you starting to go. Come for me.”
Hermione shouted and mashed her mouth to his neck so she wouldn’t alert the whole beach to what they were doing. She came against him like a mad python, her pussy fighting his thrusts and coiling around him. Her body jerked in waves of pleasure that made the sea seem calm in comparison.
Severus held her hips tight and grunted into her wet hair as he came inside her. The current pulled around his balls as they pulsed with release, and his cock throbbed hard inside her.
Hermione rested her head on his shoulder, licking her parched lips. “Bloody hell.”
He grinned.
“Let’s stay out here all day.”
Severus laughed and kissed her head. “I think we’ll be spotted eventually. Plus, I don’t want to turn into a lobster. Let’s go back and rest. I think I need more breakfast.”
Hermione smiled and wiggled her hips up until he fell free then she pressed close again to keep his fading cock between them. “Resting sounds nice. In the sun. With a book.”
He carried her back to the shore, not setting her down until they made it all the way to the deck. Hermione kissed his chest and went off to find her towel. She was back outside in no time, spreading out her towel and peeling off her wet suit.
Severus watched her through the window as he fixed himself a sandwich. He appreciated every drop of water glinting off her body in the sunlight. Best view on the whole beach. She rolled around a bit, deciding on what position to start in, finally settling on her back, nipples stabbing the open air. Severus took a bite of his ham sandwich and tried to ignore his resurrecting cock. Take a break for God’s sake. Let me eat my food in peace. We can fuck her in a little while. There’s no rush.
His cock answered back with a defiant twitch.

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Hermione sunned all four sides of herself as evenly as she could. She wanted to be evenly tan for once in her life. The sun calmed her in a way no Tranquility Draught could, and she closed her eyes, reveling in the warmth.
Severus had come back outside and was reading in the shade, his shorts buttoned for the first time that morning. She didn’t notice his unruly cock swelling in his suit; she was too absorbed in her sun worship. Snape was grateful for it. He wanted to get more than two pages read—unlike the day before.
She hadn’t moved in about twenty minutes, and he was beginning to suspect she’d fallen asleep. Walking over to her, he poked her back with one toe. There was only a muttered response from her.
“Wake up, love,” he said, poking her again.
“Whatsa' matter?” she mumbled.
“Turn over; you’re going to be burnt . . . or at least darker on one side.”
“Bugger,” she muttered and forced herself to roll onto her back. “How long’ve I been asleep?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe twenty minutes.”
“I better spend some extra time on this side to even things out.”
“I’ll wake you up again when your nipples start smoking.”
She smiled but didn’t open her eyes. “Ten minutes.”
“All right.”
Hermione spreadeagled her legs slightly and turned her palms to the sky. “Want to take a shower with me in a bit?”
“Maybe. I’d rather fuck you in the chaise right here.”
“That sounds nice,” she sighed.
Severus sat down and went back to his book. He remembered to tell her when it had been ten minutes (although it might have been longer; he didn’t check the time), and she looked as if she’d been doused in a sleeping potion when she tried to get up. She settled like a lethargic cat at the foot of his lounge, stroking her fingers over the hair on his shins.
“Stop that,” he muttered.
“Mmmm,” she hummed, rubbing her cheek on his thigh.
“This weather is leaving you entirely too relaxed,” he commented. “I’ve seen more lucidity among the sedated at St. Mungo’s.”
“The sun makes me sleepy.”
“I can see that. It seems to make you horny as well,” he said as she rubbed her face closer to his crotch.
“Yes. Very. Want to take a break?”
He marked his place. “That could be arranged. You'd better get these shorts off me before I’m gelded.”
Hermione laughed and unbuttoned his fly. His prick was a just a little hard, and she ran one finger over its sleeping softness.
“Come up here,” he murmured.
She crawled up and straddled his lap. Severus ran his hand over her warm face. “Are you throughly cooked?”
She nodded with a drugged smile. “MmHmm.”
He pulled her close and kissed her neck. She tasted of sea salt. “Did you fancy fucking in the water this morning?” he whispered in her ear.
She nodded as he nibbled. “MmHm.”
“I fancied it as well. If it hadn’t constantly been washing away all your juice, I would have kept you out there for another round. Although, the water was slowing me down. I want to fuck you hard. Would you like that?”
She groaned as he sucked on her neck. “Start out slow, okay?”
“As long as my cock is inside you, that’s all I care about. Tell me how much you want it. I want to hear you.”
Hermione shivered as he nipped her earlobe. “Mmm. I want your cock again, Severus. Please. I love how you fuck me. You look so bloody sexy. That reminds me, we’ve got to get a mirror in your room at home. I miss watching us.”
His hand went to her baked breast, and he licked at the spot below her ear. “Anything. I’ll cover the walls in mirrors if that’s what you want.”
“I like watching.”
He chuckled into her neck. “I’ve noticed. What do you like watching most?”
Her hands couldn’t decide if they wanted to scratch his back or paw his chest; she was fitfully alternating between the two as his mouth moved down to her collarbone. “Um . . . us. I fancy watching everybody at Eros too, but . . . I like watching you fuck me best.”
He lifted her breast to his mouth. “I should make you watch yourself get spanked and caned. Your pussy would be dripping.”
She nodded as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. “Yes, sir. I’d definitely—ah!—like that.”
He went to the other side. “You taste of salty sunshine, love.”
Hermione smiled. “Please fuck me, sir.”
Snape raised one eyebrow as he licked her stiff nipple. “Are you already wet?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Trade places with me. I want to be on top.”
She smiled wide. “Gods yes.”
Once she was up, he stood and pulled off his bathing suit. The chair’s back was adjustable, so he lowered it until she was almost horizontal. She pulled up her legs for him and spread her knees wide. Her eyes were on his twitching manhood, staring as he stroked himself a few times before kneeling at her entrance. Severus put his flared tip to her pussy and entered her a couple of inches.
“How slow do you want it?” he teased.
Her hands stroked over his chest as he leaned closer. “You can go a little faster.”
Snape chuckled and pushed the rest of the way inside. She moaned, and her head tipped back, exposing her throat. He set about marking her pulse as he ground his length in and out of her. Her legs went around him, her thighs squeezing round his hips. Her mewls of happiness whenever he struck deep suggested that she’d be begging him to go faster in a matter of minutes.
Hermione’s head lolled back and forth on the chair’s back. Her brain was already mushy from the sun, and his thrusting was just pulverizing it to paste. She whispered to him as he fucked and sucked her, telling him what he was doing to her and how much she loved it. He grunted into her neck and slid into her a little faster.
“Please touch my clit,” she begged. “Make me come then fuck me hard and make me come again.”
He smiled. “Greedy little monkey, aren’t you?”
“I’m sorry.”
Severus laughed and nipped her throat. “Don’t be sorry. Just beg me for it.”
Hermione gave him a sleepy smile. “Please, Severus. Your cock feels soooo good; I need to come. Please touch my clit. You’re the only one who can make me come. Please.”
He reached between them and found her clit, stiff and swollen, peeking out of her pussy. “You’re all nice and hard for me, love. How do you like that?”
“I’m there, sir.”
“Already?”
“Yes, sir.”
Overachiever. “Good girl. Come for me. Say my name.”
Hermione whispered his name three times like a wish, and then her pussy contracted around him. She cried his name out loud and arched hard as her back bridged with the spasms. The release was cleansing, clearing her fuzzy head and then emptying it completely.
Snape watched the look of mindless bliss cross her features and smiled to himself. She was sated for now, but in less than thirty seconds she’d be ready for more. Her ability to bounce back after each orgasm was hilariously fast. He’d had witches who needed just as much recovery time as he did (which was somewhat convenient), but her enthusiasm for more was delightful. He never got tired of watching her climax no matter how many times he saw it.
“Ready for more, love?” he whispered in her ear.
She nodded and ran her hands all over his chest. Severus pushed up and sat back a little, bringing her legs closed and putting her feet over one shoulder. Smirking down at her, he wrapped his arm around her legs. “Tell me when you want it harder.”
Hermione nodded. Soon. Give me a minute.
He fucked her slowly for a while, examining her breathing for signs of excitement. She obviously liked the position, but she wasn’t getting any closer. He needed to change things up soon. Leaning back, he watched his cock gliding in and out of her snug snatch. There was blood on his shaft. He stuttered through his next stroke, almost stopping. Her relaxed expression told him she wasn’t hurt. “Feeling all right, love?”
She smiled. “Yes, sir."
It took some working backward, but he knew the timing was right; she must have just finished her last period close to that first night they’d been at Grimmauld Place. That had been roughly four weeks ago. He had no intention of telling her. If he did, she’d want to stop. And he did not. His cock didn’t look like a battleground or anything. No Morsemordre was needed to mark the massacre. Her excessive crying of late was making a bit more sense. She wasn’t a particularly tearful girl—unless she was in trouble—but he’d noticed she was crying more easily than usual.
“Turn around,” he muttered. “Show me your arse.”
Hermione wiggled around and pushed up onto her knees. His fingers sank into her soft hips as he navigated his way back inside her. She would come quickly like that; she loved the position. He wondered if it was the vaginal stimulation or the fact that she had her arse in the air. He started slow for her. The buildup was part of the game. Wetting his index finger in his mouth, he pressed it to her dark rosebud. The excited gasp and moan she gave him were beautiful. He let his finger disappear into her body and curled it deep against her inner walls, feeling the ridged head of his cock moving through the thin skin.
Hermione loved it when he did that. His fingers were so much better than her plug, probably because he kept moving them around while the plug just stretched her. The bulbous head of his penis stroked her front wall like a pussy missile. She started to rock back onto him, and he sped up to plow into her even harder.
“That’s my girl. You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
He smirked and put his middle finger in next to the first. “Maybe I should fuck your tight little arse next.”
“Yes, sir,” she agreed with a smile.
He wriggled the digits, grinning when she moaned. “Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes, sir. Please be rougher.”
Severus raised his eyebrows in amusement. “With my cock or my fingers?”
“Oh God. Both!”
He fucked her a little harder.
“More! Please, sir!”
He knew exactly what she needed, but he wanted to make sure she was right on the edge before he gave it to her. His hips slapped against her, and she started to mewl like a needy kitten. Gods, I want to fuck you so hard. When he sped up again, she got even louder.
“Please, sir. Rougher! Do that thing with your fingers.”
“I haven’t he faintest idea what you’re talking about,” he panted, keeping the smirk out of his voice.
“Unnnnh! Please, Severus. I’m so close. You know what I’m talking about.”
“You mean this?” he asked, shaking his whole hand against her arse, burying his fingers even deeper. It wasn’t the friction of the thrusting that she liked so much as the aggressive manipulation of the area.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she groaned. “Thank you, sir.”
Severus would have laughed if he hadn’t been working so hard. “I’m going shove my cock up your sweet little bum later. You haven’t been wearing your plug. It’s going to be tight. I can barely fit these two fingers inside. You’re going to beg me to tear your arse apart, aren’t you? After a little warmup you love it deep and fast, don’t you? Tell me, love. Tell me how you like it when I work your little arsehole like a—“
“Unnnnnnh!” She shouted as her pussy squeezed around him. Her sphincter spasmed in time around his fingers. His thrusting sounded sloppy as her release greased his entry and ran down her thigh.
“That’s right. I know what you like, love,” he growled. “You are such a naughty little witch.”
Hermione panted into the chair’s back as she came down. “Your naughty witch.”
Severus smiled. “Whose?”
“Yours.”
“Mmm . . . mine. Brace yourself, pet. I don’t want you banging your face into the chair when I fuck you.”
Hermione leaned into her arms, smiling to herself. “Ready.”
His fingers gently slid out of her bum, and he cleaned them wandlessly before grabbing both her hips. He pulled her back onto him even as he slammed home, fucking her hard and fast. Her wet folds slipped around him, sounding like a sopping symphony. He listened to the melody of her lust as his bollocks slapped a percussive rhythm against her clit. The white hiss of the ocean at their back made for a relaxing soundtrack to their rutting, the birds an unexpected descant.
Hermione felt as if her pussy were going to implode. He just kept going and going. And even though she knew they hadn't really been going at it that long, it felt like an eternity when someone was gouging you with their ample cock at the rate of a jackhammer. She was starting to sweat, and she wasn’t even doing anything except keeping herself from being fucked off the chair. “I’m going to come, sir.”
Bloody hell, you just came. Whatever biology or timing was at work, he wasn’t going to fight it. “Good girl. I want to feel it. Make me come.”
Hermione’s thighs started to shake, and then the pressure inside her suddenly flipped, and she was riding the waves like the surfers on the water, floating above the tumult yet at the mercy of its swell.
Severus grunted as her muscles pulled on his cock. He let her drag him under. His balls bailed all they had, jettisoning the bulkhead of his brains out with his seed. He couldn’t think, or see, or even smell as the sense of pleasure in his body drowned out all the others. The rush of blood in his ears left him partially deaf, but he didn’t need to hear much after she moaned his name.
Hermione was dazed but relaxed; she plopped her forehead against the angled seat. Severus went still behind her, and she moaned as he slowly pulled his cock from her tired pussy. He leaned down and kissed her lower back, patting her bum softly and then easing her hips back.
“Come on, love. Sit in my lap and let me rest.”
Hermione went to sit in his lap. “Severus, you’re bleeding,” she said, spotting the blood on his thigh and shaft.
“No, love, you’re bleeding,” he corrected her. Picking up his wand from beside the chair, he cleaned off his cock.
Hermione looked down at herself and touched her slit. Her fingers came back red, and she sighed in frustration. “Damn. I thought I had another day or two.”
He took her hand and cleaned it for her. “Now do you believe me that it’s no big deal? You didn’t even notice.”
“You knew? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I didn’t want to stop. And I didn’t want you worrying about it. Why does it matter?”
“It’s just messy.”
He laughed. “No, it’s always this messy. It’s only different because it’s tinted red.”
She looked down at her smeared thighs. “I’m going to go take a shower.”
“Do you need anything?”
She blushed, shaking her head. “No, I came prepared. I was just hoping it would hold off until we went back. Now our mini-break is buggered.”
“I don’t see how it changes anything. Unless you meant that literally, in which case, I am in favor of your assessment.”
A chagrined smile pulled at her lips. “I didn’t mean it that way, but it sounds like a brilliant plan in light of the current situation.”
“I thought you said you weren’t disgusted by it.”
“I’m not. But I don’t usually do anything that gets it on everything.”
“My cock is everything? How complimentary.”
“Don’t be daft,” she said, trying not to smile. “I’m just not used to the idea yet.”
“Well, get used to it. I’m not going to just give up fucking because of a little blood.”
“Oh, it’ll be more than a little in a couple hours,” she said with a knowing shake of her head.
He pulled on his shorts, lifting his hips to get them up. “I don’t care.”
“Can we at least confine the sex to the tub and shower?”
“What about the ocean?”
“I don’t want to attract sharks.”
Severus snorted. “For how long?”
“Just the first two days. After that it won’t be as bad.”
“Two days of having to get in the shower every time I want to shag? No thank you.”
“No, only when you want my pussy. You can bugger me anyplace you fancy.”
“I can’t bugger you anyplace I fancy. There are laws. Plus I have to keep the lube handy. It’s a hassle.”
“So I’m a hassle now?” she snapped.
He stared at her in silence for half a minute. “You know very well that is not what I said. If you’re going to be irrational and try to start a fight, I don’t have anything else to say to you right now.”
“So when you have a mood swing, I’m just supposed to accept it, but when I do it, I’m irrational.”
“No, I’m just as guilty. I told you up front that I’m not easy to get along with. I anger easily and lash out. You do not have to accept my capricious nature. You are free to leave. Just as I am free to walk away from someone trying to pick a fight that I do not wish to engage in.”
Hermione really didn’t know why she was picking on him. She was perturbed by his unreasonable refusal of shower sex; calling out his hypocritical stance on moodiness had seemed like the best way to fight back. “I’m just upset.”
“You’re allowed to be upset. You’re allowed to be moody. I just don’t want to get in an argument with you right now. Is your anger hormonal or situational?”
“I’m angry that you won’t just fuck me in the tub for two damn days.”
“I see. It upsets me that you won’t just let me fuck you and then clean up afterward.”
“You don’t care what I want?”
“I care about what you want more than anything else. I just think this discussion is ridiculous. It’s my dick; if I don’t care that it’s bloody, why should you?”
“It’s my blood. If your arm was bleeding, would you want me rubbing my pussy all over it?”
He smiled. “Probably not. I take your point, but your pussy isn’t wounded. I, for one, would like to celebrate every time your period shows up. You’re happy you’re not pregnant, aren’t you?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Then celebrate with me.”
“It’s not a pussy party, Severus. This isn’t decoration.”
Sighing, he turned to face her, sitting on the edge of the seat and pulling her to stand between his legs. The conversation was going in the wrong direction, and she was getting tense—not how he wanted to start their holiday. There had been enough drama already. “I am going to explain this to you slowly so I don’t ever have to say it again. I love your body and everything in it. Your pussy is sacred to me. It is the one place I can go and be totally accepted and wanted, where this world falls away and my past is washed clean. When I am inside you, I am part of you. I am part of your purity. That is not something I take lightly.
“There is nothing about you that could disgust me. You could defecate on me every day for the rest of your life, and I wouldn’t turn you away. So when I say celebrate, I mean that in the most reverent sense possible. You can baptize me in your blood; it is my communion. Do not dismiss my desire for you as simple lust. I don’t take you because it entertains me, although it usually does. I need the absolution. I want all of you; even the parts that you think are unworthy or embarrassing. All of you.”
She wiped her eyes. “Gods, Severus. Don’t make me cry now. I’ll never stop.”
“Tears were not my intention. I merely wanted you to see yourself from my point of view. Now do you understand why I have no issue with your blood?”
Hermione nodded. “Yes.”
“Good. Have you changed your mind about how you’d like the next two days to progress?”
“Yes. We can do it whenever you fancy. I don’t mind.”
“I appreciate that, but I need more than ‘not minding.' You have to want it too.”
She smiled and bent down to hug him. “I do. All the time.”
He ran his hand along her arm. “Good to know. Do you want me to come help you scrub your back?”
She laughed and stood up, holding out her hand to him. “You can do more than my back. I’ll point out the parts I can’t reach.”
“How about I just tie up your hands and assume you can’t reach anything?”
“Much simpler,” she agreed and kissed his forehead.

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They made it through the next two days without incident. Hermione was just getting over her unease with the whole idea, when her period got so light she no longer cared. The spotting posed no ick-factor, and she forgot about it by the end of the day. He took her out to the ocean that night and fucked her in the waves. It was beautiful. Hermione stared up at the stars and listened to the water rushing around them. When they got back to the house, Severus tore off her suit and fucked her on the chaise again. She got on top and rode him until he came. Their holiday had taken a delightful turn, and the next few days were filled with more cock than she could handle.
On the sixth morning, Severus sat at the kitchen table, staring out the window as he sipped his coffee. There was a roar in the fireplace, and he turned to see Draco brushing soot off his white summer shirt. The blond looked around and seemed surprised to find Snape in the kitchen.
“Thought you two would be off fucking in the bushes or something,” Draco said with a small smirk.
“What are you doing here?”
“Just came to check on how things were going. Brought Hermione her mail if she wants it. Oh wait . . . I’ve got something else. Here.” Draco pulled some newspaper clippings from the pile of envelopes and handed them to Snape. “What are you wearing?” he asked, finally noticing Snape’s attire.
“Hermione picked it out.”
Draco smirked and then looked around. “Where is she? You didn’t fuck her to death, did you?”
Snape motioned toward the glass patio doors. “Not yet. To be fair, it will likely be the other way round.”
Draco took two steps to the left so he could see from Snape’s viewpoint and laughed when he saw Hermione completely starkers on the deck. “Nice.”
Snape nodded and looked at the clippings Draco had brought.
Potter Defends Friend (Harry’s picture was squinting into the camera light and pushing the lens out of his face). Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, was spotted at Auror orientation this afternoon. When asked if he had any comments on his best friend’s dangerous new love interest, he had this to say: "Would you get that camera out of my face? Everybody knows what I look like; they don’t need any more pictures. Of course I know she’s with him. We live in the same house. It’s hard to miss. They happen to be very happy together, and I’m happy for them. I guarantee you that she is not suffering any mental decline. And she’s not being drugged. Kindly stop sending us owls suggesting treatment plans. She’s not sick. Just because you don’t like who she’s with doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with her. If you care about her like we do, you’ll let her be. Why people are trying to stop someone else’s love is beyond me.
Snape was surprised that Potter had come right out and claimed they were in love. They’d never said anything remotely to that effect in his presence. The other clippings detailed their known lives up to the present and questioned where they both were, their absence having been detected.
“Did you talk to Potter?” Severus asked Malfoy.
“A bit, yeah. Told him I was checking on you two and did he want me to relay any messages.”
“Did he?”
“He met me in Diagon Alley and gave me some of her mail. Said there were only a few Howlers and they’d gotten rid of them.”
“I’m sure the ire will be aimed mostly at me.”
“You’re used to it, aren’t you?”
Snape nodded.
“So how’s it been here?”
“Good.”
“That’s it? Just good? I send you away to an island paradise and all you can say is good?”
“Very good.”
Draco shook his head. They both looked up as Hermione slid open the patio door and rubbed at her eyes as she tried to adjust to the change in light. When she saw Draco, she slid her arm over her breasts and crossed her legs a little.
“Look who paid us a visit, love.”
Laughing, Draco pushed her mail toward her. “Brought you word from the outside, Granger.”
Hermione didn’t like being the least dressed person there. It made her feel extra-naked. “Hold on.”
She went back outside and put her bikini back on. Compared to nothing, it felt as if she were wearing long johns and a robe. Draco grinned when he saw her, laughing at her fickle modesty.
“Where did you get these?” she asked, flipping through the envelopes.
“Harry.”
“Is he all right?”
Draco shrugged. "He seemed all right to me."
Severus pushed the clippings over to her, and she read each one with a soft snort. “Busybodies.”
“Should I take word back to the Prophet?” Draco asked. “Tell them you’re still alive . . . and free from pesky tan lines?”
Hermione smirked back and opened the top envelope from the creature rights foundation she was going to work for. “They’ll see me soon enough. And my lack of tan lines is none of their business.”
“Vi, Cherry, Cleo, and Angel say hi,” he told them.
Hermione sat down to read the form letter she’d been sent telling her that they were looking forward to having her in a week.
“How many times have you been since we've been gone?” Snape asked.
“Twice. I guess I should thank you for introducing me. I didn’t know older witches were so much fun.”
“Have you been playing with one of them?"
“No. All of them.”
Snape snorted into his mug.
Hermione looked up from her mail. “Even Angel?”
“I ate her pussy.”
Severus and Hermione looked at each other then back at Draco. Hermione was curious about what he’d been up to. “What else did you do?”
“Nothing extreme. Why are you two looking at me like that? They’re not that old.”
Hermione shook her head. “Angel’s husband died in the war. She hasn’t been with anyone since.”
“Well, the night you were with Vi, she sucked my cock; and I returned the favor.”
Severus studied him. “What happened?”
Draco pinched his lower lip, deciding how much he should tell. “After you two left, Cleo made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”
“Which was?” Hermione interrupted.
He sighed. “She said she’d let me spank her if she could spank me.”
Hermione smiled. “And then?”
“You are so impatient,” he chided. “So I said I’d do it if I could come, and Angel offered to get me off when I was done with Cleo.”
“And she sucked your dick?” Hermione prodded.
“Well . . . yes, eventually.”
“Did Cleo spank you first or the other way round?” she asked.
“I took it first.”
Snape smirked to himself. “Cleo’s a switch. How was it?”
“She hit me a hell of a lot harder than Granger.”
Chuckling, Severus set down his mug. “Did you even need Angel?”
Draco gave him a cool look, not answering.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Hermione said, grinning. "Did you come on Cleo while she was spanking you?”
He stared at the ceiling, his silence answering for him.
Hermione giggled behind her hand. “That is so bloody sexy. So then you spanked Cleo?”
“Yeah. Then Angel sucked me off.”
Severus’s mouth curled into a half-smile. “How many times did you come that night?”
“Three.”
“Does your father know?”
“No, we all went downstairs.”
“Cherry and Vi went with you?” Snape asked.
“Yeah. They mostly just watched.”
“They were most likely protecting Angel and Cleo.”
“I think Cherry just wanted to see me with my arse in the air.”
Hermione laughed. “So what else happened?”
“That night? I made Angel come.”
“No, when you went back.”
“Oh. I spanked Vi and got her off. Then I—“
“How?”
Draco smirked. “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”
Hermione smiled. “Yes, now tell me.”
“Come on, love,” Snape said, beckoning her to sit in his lap. “Don’t hound our guest for your own sexual excitement.”
Hermione sat on his thighs and pressed her back to his chest. “He doesn’t mind. Do you, Draco?”
“No, I don’t mind. But I might be more descriptive if you take off some of your clothes again,” he said, watching as Snape’s hand crossed to fondle her breast.
Hermione grinned and pulled one cup to the side to expose her nipple. “There. Now keep talking.”
Draco laughed. “All right. Vi asked me to spank her, said she was curious. So she got over my knee, and I took her knickers down. When I was done warming her up, I asked her how hard she liked it, and we ended up working up to about an eight. She didn’t hump my leg like you, but she begged me to make her come after about ten minutes.”
Hermione’s jaw dropped. “I do not hump your leg when you’re spanking me.”
Snape gave Draco an amused look over her shoulder and slid his fingers up her thigh to her pussy. “Yes, you do. You do it all the time.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not humping you.”
“What are you doing then?”
She thought for a second. “Trying to rock the tension out of my clit.”
Snape smirked. “Nice try, love.” His fingers slipped down the front of her bikini bottoms. “Don’t hump my hand,” he teased.
Hermione forced herself to stay still as Severus rubbed her lips.
Draco laughed, continuing his story, "So I touched her pussy and rubbed her clit until she came. She wasn’t as wet as you, but she was nice and juicy when we were done. She got in my lap and rode my cock until I came inside her.”
“Then what?”
“Cleo sucked my cock while I ate Cherry’s pie."
“Did you make her come?”
“Eventually. She likes it a bit rougher than you tongue-wise.”
Severus circled Hermione’s clit with one finger. “Did Cleo make you come on her tits?”
Draco grinned. “Yeah. How’d you know?”
“She doesn’t like to swallow. But she’s got great nipples.”
Draco laughed. “I thought so too. They taste even better than they look.”
Hermione tipped back her head and grinned at Severus. “What about my nipples?”
Snape smirked at her. “Delightful.”
Hermione’s grin widened. “Not outstanding?”
He smiled. “Extraordinary.”
“Hear that?” she said, smiling at Draco. “Extraordinary.”
“Yeah, I heard.”
“So what else did you do? Have you seen Drizella again?”
“I haven’t seen her there since that night. Mostly I’ve been hanging out with those four. They’ve kept me kind of busy.”
“Have you slept with all of them?” she asked.
“Just Vi and Cleo.”
Hermione was starting to wiggle from Snape’s slow fondling. “Have you asked them to finger your arse?”
Draco laughed. “No. That might take some finesse.”
She grinned. "Want me to ask?”
“NO!” It took him a few seconds to run that through his head. “No, wait. Maybe that’s not such a bad idea.”
“Your cowardice knows no bounds,” Snape said, shaking his head. “I told you to just be honest. You’re not going to get what you want pussyfooting around.”
“Isn’t that what we did the other night?” Hermione asked in mock innocence.
“No, love,” he drawled. "That that was just you humping my foot in the tub. Oh, I’m sorry, what did you call it? Rocking out the tension?”
She laughed and leaned back against him. “Don’t be cheeky. I didn’t hear you complaining when I did it.”
“It was entertaining.”
Hermione whispered to him, “Can Draco play with us?”
“What did you want to play?” he whispered back with one raised eyebrow.
She shrugged and made and I-don’t-know face. “Slytherin sandwich?”
“No penetrative sex.”
“No. I just want to . . . observe.”
“Observe what?”
“Can you make Draco come again?”
Draco heard that despite their whispering. “Oi! Aren’t you going to ask me what I want?”
Snape gave her a serious look. “He’s right. If that’s what you want, you'd better ask him nicely and make it worth his while. And mine.”
Hermione looked at Draco, holding Snape’s hand to her pussy. “Please will you play with us? I want to watch . . . and touch. Pleeeeeeease?”
Draco pinched his lower lip. “I don’t know. Say please again.”
She smiled. “Please, please, please.”
Severus brought his wet finger to her lips. “Lick this.”
Hermione sucked his finger clean with a wet pop.
“Now go ask him properly.”
Hermione sat up, turning around to look at Snape. “Properly?”
“On your knees.”
Hermione wasn’t sure what that entailed. “On my knees, doing what?”
He gave her a half-grin. “Convincing him.”
Hermione laughed and kissed Snape’s nose. “I’ll be back.” She got out of his lap then turned and petted him through his shorts. “I’ll be back for you too.”
A few steps over, she knelt between Draco’s spread knees. Making him look her in the eye, she ran her hands slowly up his thighs toward his fly. “What do you want to do, Draco? Do you want to spank me? Or do want to watch me? I’ll show you anything you like.”
“Is this how you bribe me now?” he asked, looking bored. There wasn’t much he could do about the growing bulge in his trousers giving him away.
“No,” she answered as she traced the outline of his hardness. “No bribing. Only do it if you want to. I don’t want to watch you be miserable.”
He stared at her for a few seconds then sighed. “What exactly are you asking?”
Hermione smiled, knowing she’d already won. “First, I want to take off all your clothes.”
“I don’t have a problem with that.”
“Will you stroke your cock for me?” She rubbed her palm over his constrained length.
“That’s not a problem either.”
She looked over her shoulder at Snape. “Is it okay if Draco comes on me?”
Severus rolled the thought around in his head. “I suppose.”
Hermione smiled at Draco. “So would it be a problem if Severus made you come on me?”
Draco glanced at Snape then back at her, thinking about his answer. “I guess not.” I’ve done it before.
“Will you make Severus come on me too?”
He mulled over that proposition a lot longer. “How?”
“With your hand.”
He glanced at Snape’s crotch then back at her. “What do I get in return?”
Hermione started to undo his trousers. “What would you like?”
“I want to fuck you again.”
Snape shook his head. “No.”
Draco started bargaining with Snape. “Then I want to come in her mouth.”
“Only if I come in your mouth.”
Hermione bit her lip to keep from laughing as she unzipped his fly.
Draco wasn’t ready to know him that well. “Pass. What do you suggest then?”
Snape rubbed his chin, thinking for a few seconds. “After we fulfill her little fantasy, I could show you how much she likes to be tied up.”
He’d never seen her tied up before. It sounded interesting. “What happens once she’s bound?”
“You mean, can you touch her?”
“No, I meant are you going to torture her or what?”
“There’s no torture involved. She loves it. It’s quite a show.”
“No crying?”
“No.”
“Deal.”
Hermione quickly got over the way they left her out of their dealmaking. They were both going to touch each other—for her—and then she was going to get tied up to boot.
“Make Draco more comfortable, pet. Then come over here and undress me.”
Hermione already had Malfoy’s trousers undone, so she started unbuttoning his shirt. Draco shrugged it off for her and laid it on the table. Going for his shoes next, she pulled off his loafers and socks. He lifted his hips for her when she pulled off his trousers and boxers. His cock sprang free, and she smiled at it’s bouncy greeting. Hello to you too.
After giving Draco’s hard-on a welcoming pet, she turned around to Snape. He didn’t have as much to take off. All the buttons on his swim trunks came open at once (a skill she’d mastered over the past week). He wasn’t really hard yet, just starting to fill. Hermione kissed him softly as she pulled down his shorts. His cock grew a little, and she rubbed her cheek over it.
“Take off your bikini, love. You don’t want to get it come-stained, do you?”
Hermione smiled and shook her head. “Where should we go?”
“We’d all be more comfortable in the bed, but if that makes Draco uncomfortable, we can go in the living room.”
Draco shrugged. I’m going to be nervous no matter what room we’re in. “The bed’s fine.”
Hermione left them both sitting naked at the table, not waiting for either one of them. Untying her bikini top as she went, she dropped it on the floor halfway to the bedroom. Glancing back, she saw neither one of them making any attempt to stand. Come on boys. Let's go. Hooking her thumbs in the sides of her bikini bottoms, she bent over and slid them down her legs, making sure they saw the way she rubbed her cleft on her way back up. “I’m starting whether you two are ready or not.”
Snape smirked as she turned the corner. “How comfortable are you with this really?” he asked Draco. “I want to make sure she likes it, but that won’t do any good if you’re too nervous to come.”
Draco sighed and looked away. “I don’t know. It was fine last time.”
Snape nodded in silence.
“How are we going to do this?”
“I’ll make you come first. You know what she wants to see, don’t you?”
“Buckets of semen?”
“She wants to see us all over each other. Our first night at Eros, we watched one young wizard fuck the hell out of another. I thought she was going to come all over herself. It wasn’t the fucking that turned her on most,” he said, seeing Draco’s nervous expression. “It was the roughness and the touching. I don’t suggest faking the passion. But she wants the touching.”
Draco swallowed and glanced at him.“So . . . you’re doing this to put on a show for her?”
Snape considered that. “I guess that’s fairly accurate. If it’s too much for you, I can just do it like last time and you do the same to me.”
Hermione shouted from the bedroom, “Where are you two? My pussy is leaking all over my damn hand.”
Draco smirked. “I guess I can go along with that. I’ve never gotten another wizard off before, so I can’t guarantee my end will be anything spectacular.”
“You’ll be fine. It’s just like touching yourself.”
Draco rolled his neck around, cracking it. “Let’s go before I lose my nerve.”
Snape nodded.
They made a rather awkward walk to the bedroom, but both stopped in their tracks when they saw her. She was curled on one side in the bed with her fingers in her cunt, humping her own hand.
“Get your fingers out of your pussy, Miss Granger,” Snape growled. “Did I tell you you could touch yourself?”
She yanked out her fingers and looked over at them. “Oh good, you’re here. I thought you two were shagging in the kitchen without me.”
Snape shook his head. “Draco, make sure she keeps her hands off herself. I’m getting my wand. If she tries anything, pin her wrists to the bed.”
Draco grinned. “Please try to touch yourself again, Granger.”
Snape went to the kitchen for his wand and came back to find Draco bent over the bed, holding Hermione’s wrists together. “Bloody hell,” he muttered. “Are you trying to make me punish you, Miss Granger?”
“I was just scratching an itch,” she told him.
Draco looked over his shoulder. “On both of her nipples . . . at the same time.”
Snape rubbed his face to hide his smile.
“They were itchy I tell you!”
“All right,” Severus rumbled. “Let her go, Draco.”
Malfoy released her, and Severus flicked his wand, binding her hands above her head. “I was going to let you come while we did this, but now you’re going to have to wait.”
Hermione balled her hands into fists but made herself go very still. “I’m sorry. Please, will you punish me now and let me come?”
Draco looked as interested in his answer as she did.
He twirled his wand idly between his fingers, thinking it over. “Ten hits with the riding crop,” he offered.
“Yes, yes. I’ll take it.”
“On your clit.”
Draco turned to her to see if she was going to accept.
Hermione looked at naked Draco and naked Severus and spread her legs. “Yes, sir.”
Severus flicked his wand towards his bag; it snapped open and the riding crop sailed into his hand.
Hermione squirmed as he strolled to the foot of the bed.
“Knees to your chest.”
Draco leaned back and watched. She seemed nervous but willing.
Snape tapped the flat leather keeper against her shining slit, directly over her protruding clit. He wasn’t really going to hurt her, but she’d definitely think twice before she got defiant again. The crop gave a sharp flick, and she jumped. Each hit got a little harder. She might have enjoyed the first three, but by seven, she was wincing and whimpering. Eight and nine got a hiss from her. Ten made her squeeze her eyes shut and groan, “Owwww.”
He tossed the crop into the chair. “What do you say?”
“Thank you, sir. I’m very sorry.”
Severus nodded and vanished her ropes. Her hands went to cup her stinging pussy. He climbed up on the bed and lay down next to her. “Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What is it?”
“You’re in charge of my pleasure and pain.”
“Very good. It'll feel better soon. I suggest you keep your hands off it till the stinging dies down.”
Hermione nodded. “Will you kiss me?”
Snape smirked. “Where?”
She smiled. "On my lips."
“Which ones?”
Hermione smiled wider. “Now that you mention it, both.”
He nodded and pressed his lips to hers, licking her mouth until she sighed contentedly; then he pulled away and bent down, giving her pussy a kiss (no tongue).
Hermione smiled and waved her hand at Draco. “Come here.”
Severus rolled Hermione so her back was to him, and she was facing Draco. Her hand reached back to pull him closer then stroked Draco’s chest as the blond settled in close to her. Snape pressed his lips to her ear and ground his hips into her bum. “Is this what you wanted? Are you ready to see Draco come?”
“Oh gods,” she whispered, squirming between the two of them. “Yes, sir. You still want to do this, don’t you, Draco?”
Malfoy nodded. “Yeah.”
Snape ran his hand from her hip up to her side and then around to her breast. “I can’t reach Draco’s cock like this,” he muttered. “Roll over her,” he told Draco. “Get in the middle.”
Draco pressed into Hermione and rolled as Snape moved back to let him in. He was facing Hermione on his other side with Snape behind him. He didn’t think his heart could be pounding any harder. Granger smiled at him and stroked his neck, which made him wonder if she could feel his pulse jumping like a scared rabbit. Snape’s hand came around his waist, and Draco almost said his safe word. Heart attack seemed like a legitimate reason to use it. The only thing that kept him quiet was Hermione. She’d think he was a coward if he backed out. How much had she been through in front of him, and he couldn’t handle a hand? The rest of Snape wasn’t even touching him. She was the only one pressed to him; Snape was barely there.
Hermione saw the panic flare in Draco’s eyes. Putting her hand to the side of his face, she stroked his cheek and smiled at him. “It’s all right. Don’t be scared. He wont hurt you.”
“I know,” he whispered. “It’s just weird.”
Hermione took his hand and kissed his fingers. “We can stop any time you want.”
He nodded.
“Will you please touch my tits?”
Draco let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah.”
Severus watched as Malfoy palmed her chest and pinched her nipples. When the boy was sufficiently distracted, Severus brought his hand around to Draco’s stomach. The trail of hair around his belly button was light and fine. Not like his father. Lucius, despite his blond hair, had a thick trail from his chest to his dick, and it was slightly darker than the hair on his head. It led to a lot of speculation about whether he was dying his blond locks to stay so light. Snape knew he didn’t. He’d looked like that even in school. “Tell Draco how much you appreciate his bravery, love.”
Hermione nodded, looking away from Snape’s hand to Draco’s eye. “I do. So much. I could never ask anyone else to do something like this. Thank you, Draco. I’ve been thinking about what you two did last time. It was amazing. I want to see this so much.”
Draco rolled her nipple between his fingers as Snape started to stoke his stomach. “I noticed. And just so you know, it’s not bravery. I’m just horny.”
Hermione laughed. “How do you think I managed to take the riding crop?"
He smirked at her and tried to forget who was making his cock jump. It was easier when he was looking at her.
Hermione’s eyes went between Draco’s face and Severus’s then down to where Snape’s hand was cupped around Malfoy's sac. She kept stroking Draco’s chest to keep him calm.
Severus slid his hand to Draco’s cock and started teasing him. He’d forgotten the prolonged steel of youth. If his own dick stayed that hard for that long, he might do some serious damage with it. The turgidity of his own manhood seemed to be cyclical rather than expressive of his current state of arousal. Draco, however, sported the opposite: enraged engorgement no matter the situation.

Hermione felt Snape’s hand bump into her hip and glanced down to see what he was doing. It looked as if Draco's dick was trying to stab his belly button. She leaned back a little so she could watch. “Oh my God.”

Snape knew exactly what he was doing, and Draco gritted his teeth as his cock started to leak. It was not at all like when Hermione did it or even Cleo or Angel. Blokes had a certain advantage when it came to wanking (and probably sucking and fucking); Snape not only knew how it felt, he’d been doing it for longer than Draco had even been alive.
Hermione’s clit was still hot and tingling from the crop, but she couldn’t keep her hands off it. Draco was watching her, his eyes like flint. Snape’s black eyes met hers, and she could see the tiny curl at the corner of his mouth. It must have been clear to both of them how much she liked what she saw. “May I come, sir?”
“Not until after Draco does,” Snape answered.
“When will that be?”
Snape smirked. “Ready, Draco?”
“Yeah.”
“Come closer, pet. Draco’s talented, but I don’t think his aim is that good.”
Hermione didn’t want to get so close she couldn’t see. Bending her knee, she got her leg within striking distance. “I won’t be able to watch if I’m any closer.”
Draco gave her knee a disagreeable eyebrow arch. “Be careful where you aim that thing.”
Hermione smiled at Snape over Draco’s shoulder. “How long do I have to wait after he comes?”
“If you’re a very good girl, you’ll wait until I come.”
Hermione groaned. “That could take ages.”
Snape worked Draco’s cock—fast and loose. Draco shuddered, and his shaft throbbed in Snape’s hand as he erupted. The pearly cream shot partway up her naked thigh. Hermione was staring at Snape’s hand as if he were holding a spitting viper.
“You'd better tell Draco thank you,” he murmured to her.
Hermione nodded, not taking her eyes off Draco’s oozing tip. “Thank you, sir.”
Malfoy laughed, pushing away Snape’s hand. “You’re welcome. Although, I might be permanently scarred now.”
Snape muttered to him, “Don’t say that. You’ll upset her.”
Hermione ran her finger over Malfoy’s spunk. It looked nice on her tan leg. “Are you really?”
Draco laughed as she smeared his seed into a smiley face across her skin. “Maybe.”
“We can stop if you want.”
Malfoy shook his head. “No, I’m looking forward to seeing you bound.”
“Come over here, love,” Snape said, rolling on his back.
Hermione scooted around the two of them, careful not to get Draco’s semen everywhere. Snape cleaned off her leg for her, and she smiled, straddling his hips, letting his balls push against her pussy. “Come on me like this."
Draco sat up and turned around to face them. “Are you going to help me with this, Granger?”
Hermione nodded. “Want me to get him hard for you?”
For me? Draco glanced at Snape, who looked ready to burst out laughing. “I wish you'd phrase that differently, or I might never sleep again.”
“It’s not scary, I promise,” she said, scooting back and kneeling between his legs. Pressing her lips to his bollocks, she kissed him once then started to lick along his half-hard length.
Snape bent one arm under his head to watch her, his other hand going to her hair. Her lips and tongue teased his dick to full strength. When his cock started to bounce and twitch, she smiled up at him.
“Give me your hand,” she told Draco.
Malfoy knew what she was going to do, and he let her. Her hand closed his around Snape’s shaft. It felt just like his own, except bigger. Bloody hell. How does she get this in her arse? Hermione kept her hand around his and sat up so she was kneeling next to him.
“Can you take this on your own? I’ll work behind the scenes and help you out.”
Draco nodded. “Yeah, I got it.”
Hermione started to roll Severus’s bollocks in her hands, watching his face to see how he liked it. Snape had his eyes on her. He stared as if he didn’t know Draco was there. A smirk slid across his face, and he beckoned her forward.
“Come up here, love.”
Hermione left his bollocks and crawled up to kiss him.
He kissed her back, pulling away to mutter, “Sit on my face, pet. I want to taste you.”
Hermione bit away her smile. How can I still be embarrassed by the suggestion? “Are you sure?”
“Face Draco,” he said, pulling the pillows from under his head.
From the nervous glance he gave them, Hermione knew Draco couldn’t hear what they were whispering. Crawling up to Snape’s shoulder, she took a deep breath and straddled his face. Draco raised one eyebrow, the corners of his mouth curling up. Hermione was glad there would be someone else there to help her revive Snape if he suffocated.
Severus curled his arms over her thighs and grabbed her arse, pulling her cheeks apart as he pressed her down on his face. She squeaked in surprise and then moaned quietly as his tongue skimmed over her folds. Draco kept up the steady squeeze around his cock, and Snape settled into the grip. It wasn’t great, but it was efficient. Confident, but nothing fancy.
Her hands planted on Snape’s chest, leaning some of her weight off of his mouth. His tongue explored her depths, and she gasped every time it brushed her clit. He was purposely staying off of her needy nub, only giving it the occasional tickle. She would have to start humping his face if she wanted to come.
Draco watched the couple with more than a passing interest. The way Snape was going at her suggested he was starving for her pussy . . . and possibly her arse; it was hard to tell from where he sat. Granger looked as though she were doing Arithmancy, her brow knitted, and her teeth sinking into her lower lip. He would have laughed if it wasn’t the hottest thing he’d seen in ages.
“Touch his balls,” she panted. “He likes it.”
Who doesn’t? Draco looked down at what he was doing and put his free hand on Snape’s sac. It wasn’t as tight as his own but, beyond that, not much different. The older man obviously liked the same things Draco did, because his leg twitched when Draco pulled his fingers along the underside.
Snape grunted as Draco stroked his sac. The boy might give utilitarian hand jobs, but his ball-handling skills were excellent. Severus went for her clit, smiling when he heard her stifle her shout. Her hips ticked against his face as she attempted to ride him without smothering him.
Hermione forced her eyes back open to watch. She was having mixed feelings about the scene. Watching Draco’s hand on Snape’s cock was beautiful, but that was her cock. She wanted to smack his hand away and do it herself. No one should be making Snape come but me. Snape’s tongue was frolicking with her clit, and she ignored her jealously in favor of the visual. She wanted to watch him shoot his load all over his stomach and Draco’s hand. “Make him come, Draco.”
Malfoy took a steadying breath and set about finishing the job. He did the same thing to Snape that Snape had done to him. Staying near the head, he wanked him fast. The muscles in Snape’s hips and thighs tightened, and Draco could see him fighting not to pump into his fist.
Hermione circled her hips a little faster. His lips sealed around her clit and sucked. “Oh God,” she whimpered. “Let me see you come, Severus. Please.”
He stopped holding back and let Draco drag the orgasm out of him. Malfoy pulled his balls as they tightened toward his body, and Snape growled into her snatch as the first rope of come shot out. Warm cream landed on his abdomen, and he had to stop sucking her for a second to breathe.
Hermione smiled as he spattered his own skin, the dregs rolling over Draco’s fingers. She leaned down and licked up the closest drops. His grunt vibrated through her sex.
“Get this for me, Granger,” Draco said, holding out his hand to her.
Hermione took it and licked his fingers clean. Snape started to gently lap her again, and she sighed, releasing Draco. “Please make me come, sir,” she begged him then leaned down and started to lick his belly.
Draco didn’t begrudge her that job. He was glad it wasn’t him.
“Get up, love,” Snape said, patting her bum.
Hermione made a whiny noise of disappointment but pulled her leg over his head and knelt to one side of him as she finished.
Snape watched her lap his skin clean and reached down to stroke her head. “Did you enjoy that, Miss Granger?”
Hermione nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“When you’re done tidying up, go stand at the foot of the bed.”
“I thought you said I could come,” she protested.
“And you shall.”
Sighing anxiously, she made sure he was come-free then kissed his fading prick farewell.
Draco watched as she went and stood as Snape had told her to. Snape rolled out of bed, waving his wand at her as he walked. Her arms and legs pulled into a giant X, and Draco smirked at the shocked look on her face as she started to float toward the ceiling. Her ascent stopped just a foot off the floor.
“I read your new book, love,” Snape said casually. “Would you like to see what else I learned?”
Hermione stopped struggling with the invisible bonds. “No, thank you. This is interesting enough.”
Snape and Draco laughed. Hermione didn’t think it was very funny. She needed to come, and there was nothing to rub against in midair.
“Very well,” Snape said. “I’ll leave you upright for now. But, just as an interesting fact, I can keep you in this position while I rotate you any way I like. It should be very useful if I ever wanted to whip either side of you.”
Hermione gave him a worried look. “You’re not going to do that now, are you?”
He smiled. “Not right this instant. I got you a new gag. Would you like to try it out?”
She nodded slowly. It seemed like a trick question. “Yes, sir.”
Snape went to his bag and dug around, his whole arm disappearing into it. “Ah. Here it is. I thought this might come in handy.”
He held up what looked like a short black phallus with a strap around the base. Hermione stared at it nervously. “What’s that?”
“Your new gag,” he said, bringing it over to her. “Open up. Let’s see how you like it.”
Hermione opened her mouth with some hesitation. Severus smiled at her and touched the flared head to her lips.
“It’s just like the ball gag except you’ll be able to suck on it. I know how much you like that.”
Hermione blushed when he slipped the couple inches into her mouth. He fastened the strap behind her head and nodded. It was like having a very small, fat cock in her mouth. Her jaw was stretched, but she wasn’t choking or anything.
“Looks good,” he commented. “Accio nipple clamps.”
Hermione’s eyes got wider as the clamps flew into his hand.
“Did you want to wear these?” he asked.
She didn’t know how tight they were, so she couldn’t answer that honestly. “Ahdwno,” she said around the gag.
He nodded, understanding her perfectly but pretending he didn’t. “Would you like to do the honors, Draco?”
Draco smiled and slid off the bed. “Gladly.”
“Get her nipples hard first.”
Draco stood before her; she was just a bit taller than him in the air. Leaning down a little, he sucked her nipples, grinning into her skin when she moaned around the gag and arched closer. He took the clamps from Snape and carefully closed them over her stiff tips.
“Very pretty, Granger." He stepped back to admire his work.
Hermione panted through her nose. The clamps weren’t bad. Her pussy started to leak, and they both just stood there smirking at her. She gave Snape a desperate look. “Woa.”
Severus smiled. “Sorry. Didn’t catch that.”
“Awaa.” Please!
“Do you know what she’d saying, Draco?”
“No idea.”
Snape went over to the bag and found the glass dildo he’d used on her before. “Is this what you wanted?”
Hermione’s eyes got even wider. “Oh. Ah wa oo.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
She huffed and dropped her head backwards. Snape came closer and ran the cool glass through her creamy folds. When he started to ease it inside, she moaned and pulled at the invisible restraints. He slipped it in almost all the way and smiled at her.
“Draco and I are going to get something to drink. Hold that in for me until we get back.”
Hermione bugged out her eyes at him and shook her head. “Ah ahnn!”
“If you’re a good girl, when we come back, we’ll make you come. If you drop it, you’ll be sorry.”
Hermione struggled and shook her head harder. “AH ahhhhn!” I can’t and you know it.
Severus kissed the tip of her nose and gave her a wicked grin. “Come on, Draco.”
Hermione watched them leave the room, not really believing that they would go.
One minute passed in silence, and she knew they’d left her. Bollocks.
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