Disharmony in the Dungeons

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Chapter 40 ~ Reclamation

Severus wrestled with Hermione as he kissed her. The couple rolled on the bed, each trying to get on top of the other. The feel of her husband's body pressing against hers so urgently was making Hermione wild with desire. She was already starved for sex. True, she had orgasmed when she gave him the lust potion, but he hadn't taken her like she needed. She wanted his urgency, his power, his desire.

Finally she gave in and let Severus roll on top of her fully clothed body. Severus claimed her mouth greedily, reveling in her warmth and willingness, burning with the need for more of her. The idea of her purposely arousing another man made him wild, and he intended to fuck her until he was all she knew. He missed his wife like this, and the fact that she was responding to him so hungrily put more fuel to his fire.

Severus pulled away from her mouth and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.

"You are my witch. Your body is for my pleasure. There is no one I would ever share you with. I'd kill Peter if we didn't need him for even suggesting you let him taste what is mine," he breathed down at her, his eyes blazing.

He fell on her mouth again, working his body against hers, making Hermione gasp into his mouth. He turned sideways, pulling her with him, his mouth still locked to hers as his hands slipped down to her breasts, fondling them, feeling their fullness beneath her shirt.

"Yes, Severus," Hermoine groaned against his lips. "Touch me. It's been so long since you've touched me."

"I'll do more than touch you," Severus said, pulling back from her and beginning to unfasten his robes. "Stand up and undress, Hermione." He wanted to see her strip for him. Hermione stood up, toed off her trainers, then bent and took off her sock. She then, pulled her long-sleeved shirt over her head, revealing her bra-encased breasts and her Mark…the Mark she took for him.

Severus' black eyes glinted as he removed his robes and stood up to work on his shirt, his eyes on his wife as she unfastened her jeans, and slid them down over her thighs and calves, stepping out of them, dressed in white knickers. He could smell her arousal. They must be soaked. He licked his lips as he peeled off his shirt. He couldn't wait to taste her. He started on his pants as Hermione pulled her bra over her head, her full breasts and hardened nipplies bouncing into view. Severus's nostrils flared.

Hermione was watching her husband undress with great anticipation as she slid her knickers down and stepped out of them, noting his eyes fall to her bush, then back to her face. He opened his pants and pulled them down along with his silk boxers, revealing his erection, watching her face as her eyes fell on it, glowing with lust before they flicked back up to his face. He sat back on the bed. He had forgotten to remove his boots, and did so now, pulling off his socks, then finished removing his pants and boxers.

They drank each other in, Severus' eyes raking over Hermione's small, curvaceous body, and Hermione gazing at her husband's lean, pale, muscular frame, and the huge organ pointing at her in readiness. Severus held out his arms.

"Come here, wife. It's time to reacquaint myself with what is mine," he breathed.

"I have some reacquainting to do of my own," Hermione said moving between his legs and dropping to her knees.

"Hermione," Severus breathed as she grasped his cock.

"Relax, Severus," she crooned at him. The Potions Master fell back on his elbows, watching her with heated eyes as she began kissing his cock lovingly, her warm lips and tongue moving over the head, and down his shaft. She felt good and she looked beautiful, her eyes half-closed, taking obvious pleasure in what she was doing to him. Severus gasped and bucked his hips as Hermione slipped her mouth over his sensitive head and sucked him hard, then sat up, bent over her slightly. Hermione began to hum, sending vibrations down his cock. Even his balls felt it. Severus gripped her head on either side and pulled her back.

"Where did you learn to do that?" he rasped.

"I went back to the library," Hermione smirked, her lips glistening, going back down on him.

"Wicked, wicked, witch," Severus groaned, throwing his head back and letting Hermione do her thing, one hand on the top of her bobbing head. He leaned back a little, thrusting his hips slightly as she pleasured him.

Hermione felt wonderful, her tongue swirling in intricate patterns around his head, then sucking him, her warm hand working the delicate skin of his cock back and forth over his shaft, and gods, the humming. Severus was seriously considering making a donation to the library to expand the restricted section's sexual education area.

Hermione was quickly moving him towards release and Severus leaned forward again, enjoying the sensations just a bit longer before he pulled Hermione away, and up into the bed so she was on the edge of it, on her back, then slipping down on his knees between her thighs. He didn't want to come yet, and he had a taste for something sweet.

The Potions Master lifted Hermione's thighs and pressed them back so far her legs almost rested on her shoulders, opening her up wide before him. His black eyes looked at her core, and he bit his lips as the scent and heat of her need hit him full in the face.

"You've got the prettiest pussy I've ever seen," Severus said to her, thinking it was the juiciest too. Hermione was extremely turned on, and her labia glistened with her juices. Severus lowered his head and drank every drop of it in, sighing with pleasure as he savored the musky, sweet taste of her. Hermione cried out fitfully, sensitive to the feel of his tongue and lips nibbling and flicking over her core.

"Oh shit, Severus," she hissed as he held her straining thighs in place. Her husband was feeling so good she would have kicked her legs straight out in reaction if he didn't hold her firmly, his muscles flexing as he did so. Hermione's legs were strong. Hermione looked down at her husband but all she could see was his silky hair draped over her belly, his head moving sensuously as he laved her pussy, nibbling and licking her clit, then thrusting his tongue deep inside her warmth, making her shriek as he rolled and twisted it within her. Hermione grabbed his hair and tugged it, straining against him, ready to release, when Severus came up for air and to keep her from pulling his hair out by the roots.

"Arrrrgh, let go Hermione!" he gasped, one pale hand reaching up and grasping hers.

"More," she purred, not releasing his hair, but trying to push him back down.

Severus sighed and lowered his mouth to her again, this time with a vengeance, attacking her pussy with all his skill, making her call out his name and twist her body wildly. Hermione released Severus' hair and her fingers curled into the mattress on either side of her, catching the sheets and pulling them upward as she thrust her hips against his mouth on the verge of exploding. Her flow seemed endless, Severus felt as if he could swallow down gallons of her and never be sated, her cries of pleasure driving him to the brink, his cock throbbing. Her thighs began to quake and for a moment Severus was in a quandary, not knowing whether to bring her to orgasm with his mouth or with his cock, which was aching to bury itself in her wetness.

His cock won out. Severus straightened and thrust deep inside his wife, who yelped as his huge cock parted and filled her in one strong stroke.

Severus! Oh my gods…please," Hermione panted.

The Potions Master began to fuck her, jerking her body roughly with the strength of his penetration. He was reclaiming Hermione, intent on reminding her who she belonged to, holding on to her waist and pulling her down to meet his strokes, his mouth slack with pleasure as he watched her breasts bounce rhythmically. He bent over her, drawing a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard as he rammed his cock inside her, her beautiful voice rising, a siren's song drawing him closer. She felt so good around him, her pussy caressing his cock in warmth and wetness, tightening around him convulsively as he drove deeper, seeking the pearl inside her. Severus pulled himself up, trapping her legs between them, burying his cock deep inside her, his balls slapping against her ass as he increased his speed, his black eyes fixed on her contorting face.

"Who's are you?" he panted at her as he dug deep, holding, straining into her.

"Yours!" Hermione gasped, looking into those burning black orbs.

"Yes!" he agreed and plunged into her, resuming his powerful stroke, taking all of her, reaming her pussy, rolling his pelvis so he touched every part of her.

"Do you love me, Hermione?" he gasped, driving into her hungrily, "Tell me you love me. Only me."

"Only you, Severus," Hermione gasped at him, tears beginning to fill her eyes as her husband returned to her, passionate, demanding and hungry for her. "I love only you."

Severus dropped on her, claiming her mouth, slipping his hands around her shoulders and hunching into her faster and faster, his back locking into the rhythm. He couldn't have stopped if he wanted to, and he didn't want to as she squished around him, bathing his loins in her juices, gripping his cock, tilting her pelvis to give him the most pleasure. Severus fucked her selfishly, greedily, coveting every cry, every whisper, every obscenity pouring from her sweet mouth as he took her He cold feel the love inside her, and he was immersing himself in it, being renewed, and restored by her need and acceptance. His lover, his wife, his hope.

Severus had meant to do more, to take Hermione and bend her and twist her body several different ways, but he was too driven, too lost in the pleasure of her to do anything but fuck her just like this, crossways on the bed, his toes digging into the floor for added strength, his arms wrapped around her body, his tongue tangled with hers. It just felt so good, so right to have her like this…to have her back beneath him, loving him, giving him all that was inside her body and inside her heart without reservation. The acrobatics could come later.

"Hermione," he groaned, overcome with emotion as he felt himself tightening. She had to come with him. He rammed himself deep into her core quickly, rotating his hips as he did so, trying to find the spot that would trigger her. Hermione screamed and bucked, and he knew he hit it…and drove straight into that spot over and over again, Hermione arching upward lifting him before she exploded, her release crashing over him as she let out a long, soul-shattering shriek of pleasure, dragging Severus down into her pulsing depths, triggering his release.

Severus shuddered as his climax hit, bliss racing down his spine as his balls drew up tight and his seed burst from his cock in a powerful, pulsing stream that seemed to go on forever. He let out a gutteral sound, something between a shout and a groan as he filled his wife's pulsating pussy, pressed as deep as humanly possible inside her, his mouth locked to hers, immersed in her totally, mind, body and soul. This was his wife, his lifemate, his witch and his woman. She belonged and would always belong to him, and he to her. Not even the evil that was Voldemort would come between them. They were two but one, and he reveled in the oneness he felt with her now, shuddering against her, and feeling her answering quake as they remain entangled, entwined, heartbeats and pulsing slowing together, time reasserting itself, stealing away the endless moment they just shared.

They lay there, still connected, bathed in perspiration, skin to skin, mouth to mouth, soul to soul, panting. Finally they eased from the kiss, but still lay contentedly together, Severus' silky hair covering Hermione's face, Hermione's hair tickling his large nose. After several minutes, Severus stirred. It took three tries before he was able to roll off her, his cock slipping out of her as he rolled to his back, his legs bent, feet on the floor. He felt as if every drop of sperm he had ever generated was now floating about in his wife's body.

"Gods, that was fantastic," he breathed, turning his face to look at the wild mane of hair that was his wife.

Hermione stretched like a cat, turning towards him, brushing her tangled locks from her face and giving him a brilliant smile, that special, loving smile that was only for him. Severus slid closer and kissed her gently, letting his black eyes drift over her face, taking in her glow of satisfaction.

"I've got you back," she said to him softly. "My Severus."

"Yes,' he agreed, nuzzling her with his nose.

He was back, and made a silent vow right at that moment, that he would never allow anything or anyone to come between them again.

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A/N: Ah. They're in sync again. I went for the passionate but tender love scene, Severus so caught up in Hermione that he can't bring himself to change positions or even get fully into bed. Lol. How sweet is that? She didn't seem to mind at all. Now they can get down to the business of killing the Dark Lord. I sure hope Hermione doesn't have to give Peter a preview or something. It could happen if she has to really distract him. Maybe let him touch her breast or something. Brrrr :::shuddering:::. But it's all for the greater good, right?