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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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43 - Home
Hermione turned and leaned back against the door, striking a coquettish pose. “I’m here for my detention, Professor Snape.”
“You’re late, little girl.”
She bit back a smile. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“At least you managed to get the attire mostly correct this time. Come over here where I can see you.”
Shyness took over when she had to move. The door at least gave her something to work with. She walked to his desk, feeling a bit awkward.
“Over here.” He motioned to the side of his chair.
Hermione went to his side.
“I told you not to wear knickers.”
“I’ll take them off, sir.”
“No, I will be taking them off. This is my classroom, and I decide how your punishment will proceed. Get over my knee.”
Hermione lay across his lap. Her fingers touched the floor on the other side, and she felt his hand settle around her waist.
His palm smoothed over her bum. “Next time, I expect you to arrive with no knickers. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
Snape slapped her bum. The loud smack made her jump, but then her hips were rolling, begging him for more. The next one was a little harder. He wanted to slowly build her to a state of desperation. The spanking was just a warm-up.
Her bum felt toasty warm in less than a minute. Her pussy, however, was going to overheat. Every new hit reverberated in her clit. “Mm!”
Severus stopped and rubbed his hand over her bum. “That was just a taste of tonight’s punishment, young lady. I never know if I’m getting through to you. It seems the redder I turn your bottom, the more I see you in here.”
Hermione smiled at the floor. True.
“Stand up. I want you to face the wall while I get some things.”
He followed her over to the one clear space of wall, next to his office door, and slid his hand over her red rump. “You know better than that. Spread those legs for me, little girl. I want to see your hands on your head and your tits touching the stones . . . that’s better. Stay just like that until I return.”
The stone wall was rough and cool. Hermione’s nipples tightened as soon as they touched it. It seemed he was gone for ages. She could just barely hear him walking around the bedroom.
Severus returned and set down the cane next to the riding crop. He came up behind her, lightly touching her pink posterior. “Hands on the wall. Bring in you feet.”
Hermione squirmed as he slowly pulled down her knickers.
“Lift your foot.” Severus knelt behind her and pulled them free. “And the other.” Releasing her from the scrap of fabric, he held it to his nose. The scent of her candy cunt filled his senses. “Your knickers—what little there are of them—are a mess, Miss Granger. Did you enjoy being over my knee?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s why punishing you is so difficult. As soon as I say the word cane you wet your knickers. Bend over.”
Hermione bent at the hips and slid her hands down the wall.
“Just look at that streaming snatch. I'll have to see what I can do about that.”
Hermione gasped as she felt his cloth-covered finger push into her vagina. He was stuffing her panties into her pussy. Over and over his finger tamped the satin deeper, filling her and fucking her with them. When he was finished, she could feel a little bit hanging out, presumably so he could remove them later (or maybe just to drive her batty). It felt strange but not unpleasant.
“We’ll have to keep that particular hole plugged for now. I don’t want you dripping all over my floor.”
Hermione squirmed. The material tickled her entrance and made her all the more aware of her sex.
“Let’s fill your bottom too,” he said in an offhand tone. “I have a nice new punishment plug just for you, Miss Granger. You are such a difficult case. I saw this the other day and thought it might help you remember to behave.”
He stood and took the anal plug from his pocket, holding it where she could see it. He smiled when her eyes widened to the size of saucers.
Hermione had thought he was just referring to her regular snake plug. That was not her regular plug. It was black, just like the one he’d used on her at his house, but bigger. If it wasn’t the same width as his cock, it was damn close. It looked humongous.
“Do you think it will keep you in line?”
Hermione nodded nervously.
“Keep still while I get you ready.”
Hermione whimpered softly as his lube-slicked finger slipped up her bum.
“It seems we need to take a detour and clean you out first.”
Hermione’s face flamed at the insinuation.
“Come along,” he said and headed toward his office without a backward glance.
She followed him through to his rooms and then to the bathroom.
Severus went to the sink and washed his hands. “I guess that new plug will come in handy. What a fortunate turn of events.” He stoppered the sink and let the water run. “Be a good girl while I’m gone, or I’ll just make you hold it longer.”
Hermione picked the edge of her tie while she waited. Those knickers in her pussy were going to be soggy by the time they finished. Snape came back with the chair from his office. He set it next to the sink then started adding things to the water. Hermione was scared to find out what. None of those things appeared to be soap (thank God!), so she relaxed a little. He took out the big enema bulb, and she wiggled, thinking about it going up her bum. She’d gotten used the red bag at home, the nozzle stuffed up her bum but mostly immobile. The continued reinsertion of the bulb was a turn on.
Snape sat. “Take off your tie. Just leave it on the floor. All right, that’s good. Back over my knee. Get that bottom high in the air.”
Hermione got over his lap as fast as she could so he wouldn’t see how red she was getting.
Severus smirked inwardly. He saw. She may love it, but she always got embarrassed. And the more he talked about it, the more embarrassed she got. He lubed the long nozzle and dipped it under the water, filling it full. “If you take your enema like a good girl, I’ll consider not blistering your backside. Are you ready for this?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered to the tiles. She’d missed that floor.
He touched the tip to her rosebud and drew small circles through the shining lubrication. Her belly went tight over his knee, and she arched her back. The tip leaked all over her, the water running down her slit. Severus pushed the flared end just inside her to block the holes from losing the whole bulb. Very slowly, he began to fuck her with it. In. Out. Twist. Swirl. She grabbed his calf, and started to pant. When he squeezed the bulb, she moaned.
Severus took his time removing the stem. She danceed in his lap as he buggered her in reverse. After refilling the bulb in the sink, he started the process all over again. In and out. Tease and wait. The water emptied into her with a quiet gurgle. “How does your bottom feel, Miss Granger”
“Full, sir.”
“I think you'd better take at least two more. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Tell me if you start to cramp.”
He got another bulb-full in her, letting it seep in like a tickling whisper. Her hand flexed around his leg.
Snape pushed her thighs wider and spread open her bum. “Just one more. You’ve been very good. I think I’ll only make you hold it fifteen minutes.” The tip sank inside. “You won’t have to worry about leaking with that plug in place.”
Hermione tried not to moan, but she couldn’t help it. He was merciless as he buggered her with the nozzle; she wanted to hump his leg. The water ran into her as he wiggled the bulb back and forth.
“Mmm!” she groaned.
He started to pull out.
“Please, sir. I can take another.”
Snape grinned at her naked bum. “I’ll give it to you but don’t think for second that it will save you from the cane.”
It better not. “Yes, sir.”
He filled the bulb again and pressed it to her pucker. After they finished with detention, he was going to take her to the bedroom and reintroduce his cock to that twitching little hole. It hadn’t been in the plans, but he was flexible.
He kept kneading her heated cheeks; the combination of him working the stem in and out, and the water trickling in, mixed with the stretch and spanking-burn of her backside. Her hips took over, bucking against him.
“You'd better calm down, little girl,” he warned. “We’re not finished here.”
It was too late. “MMmmmUnnnnh!” Her pussy clenched around her panties as the enema nozzle sank deep into her rectum. The water rolled around inside her, churned to a torrent by her movements.
“Unh!” she panted, surprised by the intensity of her orgasm.
Severus waited for her go still. It was almost impossible not to laugh. He straightened his face before speaking. “Did you just come on my lap?”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry.”
Snape tossed the enema bulb in the sink, splashing up the remaining water in the basin. He slapped her arse hard and proceeded to alternate cheeks as he scolded her, “You'd better hold in that water,” he ordered. “You will not come without permission. This is a punishment not a petting party.”
If her arse didn’t hurt so much, she would have burst out laughing at his words. “OW!”
Snape stopped and ran his fingertips over her hot skin. “I guess that means you need something more than just the cane. I can’t have that happening again.” And now I have to start all over.
Hermione heard him lubing the plug: the sticky, liquid sound of his fingers in the jar. One hand spread her cheeks, and she clenched to keep in the water.
“This plug is getting inside you one way or another. I suggest you relax and accept it.”
As soon as she stopped clenching, he started rubbing her anus with the tip. Around and around. Hermione dug her fingers into his leg. Just put it in already.
He waited until she was panting again then started to gently push. He twirled it back and forth, slowly fucking her with the tapered end just as he had with the enema stem.
Hermione moaned at the stretch. It was uncomfortable, but in a way that made her want to get pounded by his cock.
“Are you enjoying this?” he asked accusingly.
She didn’t think she should be overly honest in that instance. “It’s really big, sir.” I'm scared, but I want more.
“Yes, it is. It’s meant to teach you a lesson, not tickle. Now, keep still.”
Hermione tried her best. He continued to tease her with the plug. It was soft and smooth. Despite its enormous size, it seemed to go in a little easier than her regular plug. It was a little different in shape. She didn’t know if that really made a difference or if was because it wasn’t metal. Her bumhole was meeting its breaking point though.
He heard her breathy sob and let go. Her rectum sucked in the plug the rest of the way to the base. Snape patted one red cheek. “There, it’s in. You may stand.”
Hermione carefully backed off his lap; her legs had become jelly.
“I was hoping I wouldn’t have to use these, but your inability to control yourself warrants extreme measures,” he said, reaching into his pocket.
Hermione got worried when she saw him hold up the nipple clamps. Oh God. She never knew how tight he was going to make them. It was a toy that either stabbed you or made you orgasm. She was always apprehensive to see them.
“Come here.”
Hermione didn’t hesitate. She wanted to please him, but she watched the clamps warily. He dragged his finger idly across her tit. It always made her clit jealous when that thrill of sensation shot through her nipple. Her pussy would leak and leak, screaming at him to move on to better and wetter sites. But, just for the moment, he was only looking to draw out her nipple and erect a base for his devilish clamps. Of course her nipple played along, springing up and puckering the more he teased.
He wanted to seal his lips around that little peak and run his tongue over it. Later. Plenty of time. Besides, look how ready she is right now; even after she just came. What tension to make the clamps was another consideration. Did he get them tight and distract her with pain, or leave them at a pinch and let them assist in his game? He wanted her right on the edge so she’d come as soon as he started to fuck her later. It was so much easier to lay the groundwork before going in.
He settled on a medium tension. It would hurt for a little while then she would get used to it, and every tug would send her reeling. Clamping the first one down on her nipple, he watched her face. Her jaw tightened, and she swallowed hard as she winced, but she didn’t say anything. He did the other side, letting the chain hang between her breasts, dragging her nipples down with its weight.
Severus slipped his finger under the chain and pulled gently. Her body followed. Her brown eyes darkened. That’s it. “Go back to the classroom and bend over the desk. You still have the cane coming and, if you’re good, the riding crop.”
What if I’m bad? She nodded blankly and turned to walk out the door. The plug made it feel as though he were following her around with his fingers shoved up her bum. Holding the water was easier but more noticeable with the added stretch and poke of the plug. Every step made the clamps jiggle, and she bit her lip to stifle her whine. Just give them a minute, Hermione. It's not that bad. Your endorphins will kick in any minute now.
Severus watched her go, smirking at the black ring of her plug just barely visible between her cheeks. He’d give her time to get adjusted in the other room. Then he'd see how well she could take a caning with so many other sensations vying for attention.
He let the water out of the sink and cleaned the enema bulb. Her Slytherin tie was on the floor, so he picked it up and put it with his frock coat in the chair. When he got to the classroom, she was leaning on her elbows, the silver chain from her clamps resting on the desktop. Picking up the cane, he swished it through the air once just to see her jump. Severus took his time. He strolled around behind her. Swish. The thin cane cut the air like a knife. It would sting more, but the thick one would bruise more. He wanted it to sting.
“Six of the best,” he told her.
Hermione’s eyes widened. Is he serious? We’re just playing.
He slid the cane up between her legs and tapped her thighs. “Spread your legs, young lady. Bottom out.” The cane ran along her slit, brushing her clit.
Hermione gasped and arched her back for him.
“After each stroke I want you to count. You will say, 'Thank you, Professor Snape. Please may I have another ?' Have you got that?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then let’s begin.”
Swish-CRACK!
Hermione’s eyes popped open. The short swish hadn’t given her time to prepare. The sting seared through her bum like a lash of fire. He hadn’t caned her that hard in a while. The jerk of her body caused her nipples to whinge, but the resulting throb did nothing to distract her from the pain in her backside; the water and the plug went from headliners to background noise. Everything rolled together to form a supernova of sensation. It took her some time to sort through it all and speak.
“One,” she whispered. “Thank you, Professor Snape. Please, may I have another?”
He ran his fingers over the red line forming across her cheeks. Lovely. Straight and even. He would keep them all below the jut of her plug. Her sweet-spot would be a railroad of tram lines. Tugging gently on the bit of her knickers he’d left sticking out of her, he made sure she remembered that they were still in there. His finger wandered lower to her clit, testing the waters. It was ready for action. He smiled and got back in place.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Swish-CRACK!
Hermione yelped. She clacked her jaw closed and panted as the sting bloomed. The water rolled around inside her, and she wished she hadn’t asked for that last bulb full. “Two. Thank you, Professor Snape. Please, may I have another?”
His hand slid up her inner thighs; he smirked when she whimpered and rolled her hips. His fingertips grazed her pussy lips, gently catching her stringy knickers, pulling another half inch from her depths. Landing on her plug, he pushed on the base and stirred it inside her.
A sob spilled out. She dropped her head and whimpered at the desktop
Tap. Tap. Swish-CRACK!
“Fuck!”
“That doesn’t sound like counting.”
Hermione wiped her face with one hand. “I’m sorry, sir.” The pain was still spreading. “Um . . . three. Thank you, sir and . . . I mean, thank you, Professor Snape. I . . . I can’t remember what I’m supposed to say.
“Please, may I have another,” he told her.
“Yes. Three. Thank you, Professor Snape. May I please have another?"
Severus went to her side and put his fingers on her chain. Sliding it along the desk, he tugged her nipples, watching them stretch. When he added a rhythm to his tugging, she groaned behind her clenched teeth. “How's that water feeling?”
Hermione made a desperate note of tension but forced herself to answer, “Very full, sir.”
“Is this detention making an impact on you yet?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Hm. We’ll see.”
He went back to her side and tapped the cane on the lower curve of her backside to mark his spot.
Swish-CRACK!
“Owwww!” Hermione put her head in her hands and felt a sweet twinge in her nipple. “Unh.” Every hit pinged around her body. The heat and pain lined her bum, but the jolt echoed through her pussy and nipples, ricocheting inside her rectum. It took her several seconds just to be able to think an actual thought. “Seven. Thank you, sir.”
He had to wipe his face to hold back the laugh. When he knew he could sound serious, he said, “I’ll give you one more try then we start over.”
“Um . . . what did I say? What number was that?”
“If you don’t know, we need to start over. One.”
Swish-CRACK!
“Ow! One!” she shouted. “Thank you, sir. May I have the next.”
“Start over. One. Thank you, Professor Snape. Please, may I have another?"
Hermione dropped her face to the desk. Concentrate.
Swish-CRACK!
“One! Thank you, Professor Snape. Please, may I have another?”
Tap. Tap. Swish-CRACK!
“Aaah! Two! Thank you, Professor Snape. Please, may I have another?"
Tap. Tap. Swish-CRACK!
She rolled her head on her forearm, letting out a tearless sob. All she could feel was the heat of each stroke. Her pussy ached as though he’d been edging her. “ThreeThankyouProfessorSanpePleasemayIhaveanother!”
Tap. Tap. Pause. Tap. Swish-CRACK!
“Unh!” She sank down onto the desk, dry sobbing in exhaustion. Her legs didn’t work anymore. “FourthankyouProfessorSnape (gasp). Please, may I have another?”
Severus touched her lined skin then tugged on her knickers a little more. They were half out of her. He pressed her plug into her again and shook it back and forth with his thumb.
“UNH!” Hermione cried out into her arm. She was suddenly right on the edge. His hand pulled away, and she was yanked back from the fall.
Tap. Tap. Swish-CRACK!
“Ow-w-w. Five. Thank you, Professor Snape. Please, may I have another?”
Swish-CRACK!
“SixthankyouProfessorSnapePleasemayIhaveanother!”
“You want another one? As you wish.”
Swish-Crack!
Hermione realized what she’d said and banged her head on her arm.
“I don’t hear you counting.”
“Seven. Thank you, Professor Snape.”
“You’re not going to ask for more?”
“No, sir.”
“Not even if they’re lighter?”
“Please, sir. Everything aches.”
“Have you soaked through those knickers yet?”
“I don’t know, sir,” she sobbed.
Severus traced the lines blazing her seat, stopping when he got to her dangling knickers. Slowly, he pulled them free. Her entire body shuddered once. Lifting her panties, he surveyed the damage. To say they were soaked would be an understatement. There was cream everywhere and strings of clear mucus snapped as he spread them out. The aroma was mouthwatering. “You’re knickers are a mess, little girl. Get up on the desk. Maybe if your clit stings as much as your bottom, you won’t be so easily turned on.”
The knickers went into his pocket.
He had to help her; all of her muscles were shaking. When she was on her back, he made her hold her knees to her chest while he traded his cane for the riding crop. The leather caressed her folds, and Hermione bit her lip. She couldn’t stop staring at him. His eyes trailed back and forth between her pussy and her face.
“Are you going to be my good girl for the rest of the night?”
“Yes, sir,” she breathed.
Slap.
Her clit warmed, and she moaned.
Slap.
It didn’t hurt, but it was hot. Hermione bit her lip as he ran the leather over her inner labia. Oh God.
Slap.
“Is your pussy learning its lesson?”
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
She couldn’t talk. Her eyes closed as he set a steady, slow beat against her clit.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
“I asked you a question, young lady. I expect an answer.”
Her voice didn’t work. Hermione couldn’t make a sound. Her lip started to tremble with the effort. Six more slaps, and she came.
Her breathing got ragged, and Severus didn’t realize she was climaxing until it was already underway. Dammit! He couldn’t stop her in the middle of it, that would only ruin it for her. He wasn’t angry she was coming; he was angry that he wasn’t inside her when it happened. He hadn’t even seen its approach. His teasing had been more successful than anticipated; so much so that she was coming for the second time in less than half an hour. Sweet Circe, it hasn’t even been fifteen minutes.
He waited until her body relaxed then stopped hitting her. Severus rested the leather over her pink nub. “Did you just climax again? After what we just discussed in the bathroom?”
“I’m sorry, sir,” she whispered.
“This is a never-ending cycle with you. I punish you for your wanton behavior, and it leaves you writhing on my desk. Round and round.” He stood between her legs and slid the tip of the riding crop under the chain of her nipple clamps. “These seemed limited in their effectiveness. Perhaps next time they should be tighter. They were supposed to make you repentant not ready for more. Sit up. It’s time for you to let out that water.”
He pulled the chain slowly toward himself with the tip of the crop, and Hermione scrambled to push herself up to follow her nipples. Her bum sizzled as she rolled up onto it; grill lines seared her arse. The plug shifted around, and her pussy buzzed with delight, oblivious to her precarious state.
Severus cast aside the riding crop and used his hand to pull on her chain. She slid off the desk, and her legs buckled, her thighs visibly shaking. Severus caught her. He wasn’t expecting her to be so far gone so quickly. “Can you walk?”
Hermione took a couple tentative steps. As long as she didn’t have to bend her knees too much, she thought she could walk. Luckily there were no stairs between his classroom and the bathroom. “If I hold your arm, sir.”
“Good girl.”
They made a shaky trek to the bathroom. Her first attempt to sit on the toilet was unsuccessful. He had to support her so she wouldn’t crash when she tried to squat. She looked worn out once she was finally sitting, and Severus bit back a smirk. He went and got a jar from under the sink.
Hermione watched him open it and warm a dollop of pink lotion between his palms. He knelt down and rubbed it into her right leg. She moved to the edge of the seat so he could reach her thighs. The lotion was colder than she was expecting. Her legs broke out in goosebumps as he started on the other one. The cold vanished, and she poked her thigh, seeing if it felt different yet.
“You’ll be able to walk by the time you’re done here,” he told her, putting away the jar. Snape went to the sink and washed the lotion off his hands then came back and crouched down to her level. His hand crept up her inner thigh and grazed her pubic hair. “I’m going to take out that plug, and you are going to keep your eyes open and on me while you expel that enema. I don’t care how much it embarrasses you, you will not look away. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.” He stood and made her lean forward. “Bear down.”
Hermione pushed on the plug, and he wiggled it free. The water immediately poured out of her along with whatever had been in her bowels. She blushed so brightly it felt as if her face was pressed to an iron.
Severus cleaned her plug with his wand and set it on the back of the tank. Crouching down, he made sure she had to look him in the eye and not just stare at his belt. She did as he asked, never looking away even though her face flamed brighter than he’d seen in quite some time. His hand went back between her legs to tickle her muff as reward.
“Good girl,” he purred, holding her gaze. “Take your time. I’m going to have to figure out some way to punish you that doesn’t leave you wanting more. What would keep you from misbehaving in the future, Miss Granger?”
Hermione swallowed, thinking and trying to block out the sounds of her enema. “Your cock inside me, sir.”
He smirked. “My cock. That seems an inappropriate consequence for such a naughty girl.”
“I’ll be your good girl.”
“Hmm.” He pretended to consider that. “What do good girls do?”
“Anything you want.”
The corner of his mouth curled up. “Anything I want?” The water was starting to slow; she’d be empty soon. “So you’ll come to me whenever you feel like being a naughty girl?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’ll take whatever I give you and thank me for it?”
“Yes, sir.”
His finger found her clit. “I believe we can come to some sort of arrangement. I like seeing your face turn red like this. It’s a becoming shade on you.”
She bit the smile off her lips.
“I think we should make use of all of your ports of entry tonight, don’t you?”
Hermione didn’t know if they were still playing detention or not, but she had to agree with that idea. “Yes, sir. Waste not want not.”
Severus smiled. “Let’s get started then."
Hermione grinned as he opened his belt and unzipped his trousers. The view kept her mind off her leaking bum. His dick looked heavy and more than half hard, not quite aimed at her; but it would be by the time she finished with him.
“Open your mouth.”
Hermione did as he said.
“No hands. Lick me until I say otherwise.”
“Yes, sir,” she agreed. Leaning in, she licked him all the way to the root so his pubic hair tickled her nose. She fancied the tickle and nuzzled his pelvis, lapping at the base. His dick twitched, and she licked closer to the head. She was going to make him wait for it. The tip was weeping when she got there, desperate for her arrival. She licked him clean then teased the ridge of his knob. When she flickered over his frenulum, he reached down and held up his cock so she could get a better angle.
Severus pushed his shorts and trousers over his hips with one hand. “Lick your way down to my balls. Suck them when you get there.”
Hermione swirled her tongue down the underside of his cock, taking a leisurely path to his bollocks. She kissed his furry sac and couldn't help thinking about that soft, heavy warmth slapping against her clit as he fucked her from behind. She didn’t know when her opinion on the ridiculous appearance of balls had changed, but she’d grown to adore his. They were amusing to play with, and as long as she wasn’t too rough, he liked everything she did to them. Sucking was probably his favorite though; a close second was gentle pulling. She put one into her mouth and combined his two loves, suckling while she drew back, stretching his sac.
Severus sighed out a soft grunt and slid one hand along her cheek. “Good girl,” he muttered.
Hermione turned her face side to side, changing the angle. He squeezed the head of his cock. He was close. Too close. Releasing him with a pop, she went to the other side, welcoming it into her mouth. He sighed deeply and stroked the back of her neck. She’d be pulling pubic hair out of her mouth in a minute, but she didn’t mind. It went with territory, and it was worth it to hear him trying not to moan.
“All right,” he growled. “Back to my cock.”
He aimed himself into her mouth, and Hermione sucked the wet tip past her lips. She tried to take all she could, but she always felt she wasn’t accomplishing much without her hands to aid her; there was too much she wasn’t covering. He must not have minded, because he growled as if he was still too close.
“You want to swallow this, don’t you?”
She nodded enthusiastically, taking his cock along for the ride. “MmHm.”
He smiled. “How about if I leave it all over your tits?”
Hermione nodded again. “MmHm!”
“You are being a very good girl now. Cock does keep you in line.” He wrapped his hand around his shaft. This isn’t how I wanted to do this, but if I’m going to last later, I need some relief. “Sit back. Hold up your tits for me.”
Hermione caught her breath as he jerked his cock in front of her upthrust cleavage. She kept them as target-worthy as possible, the chain clinking softly.
“Take those off,” he panted. “Quickly.”
Hermione unclamped her nipples and winced as they flooded with renewed circulation. When she held her breasts up for him, her nipples felt electrified; she swore she could feel air molecules bouncing against them. She groaned when he brushed the tip of his cock across one throbbing peak.
“Please come on me, sir.”
He didn’t need her sweet talk, he was already there. Line after line decorated her décolletage in shining cream. He covered her evenly, from east to west, milking the last bit onto her red nipple.
“You look good in pearls,” he commented, his head gloriously clear.
She smiled. “Thank you, sir."
“Are you empty now?”
Blushing, she nodded. “I think so, sir.”
He put his dying prick back in his trousers and righted his clothing. “Leave that right where it is,” he said, indicating her chest. “Lean forward.”
Hermione did as he asked and turned a new shade of crimson when he wiped her bum. He used his wand to make sure she was completely clean and dry. She squeezed her fists together in her lap to keep from hiding her face. He took a step back and held out his hand to her to help her stand.
“Stop biting your lip. It’s going to bleed.”
Hermione rubbed her lips together and made herself stop.
“That’s better,” he said, leaning down and kissing her softly. “I want you to go in and sit on the bed. Don’t touch your dessert,” he said, nodding at her breasts. “I’ll be right in.”
“Yes, sir.”
Hermione went to the bed and sat perched on the edge. She heard him using the loo and then the sound of the sink running. Her bum was overheated. She tried not to move around so it wouldn’t burn so much while she waited. He left the bathroom and came to stand before her. Hermione spread her legs so he could get closer.
“I’m proud of you pet,” Severus murmured, stroking her cheek. “You did as I asked despite your embarrassment. I know how hard it was for you. Now that it’s over, does it seem less frightening?”
“A little, sir.”
“Do you still want to play detention?” She seemed exhausted by their game.
She shook her head. “I want you, sir.”
Severus smirked. “I want you too, love. Are you going to call me sir the rest of the night?”
Hermione smiled. “What do you want me to call you?”
“Severus.”
“Can we put up the mirror, Severus?”
He chuckled silently and nodded. “Yes.”
Snape summoned the mirror then enlarged it and fixed it above the bed. I’ll have to find some permanent solution for this. “Better?”
She nodded, looking up at herself. Her eyes wandered back down to him, and she smiled. “We need more mirrors.”
Snape slid his hand down to her wet chest, dragging his finger through a streak of cream. “I was just thinking the same thing. I also think you need some nourishment.” He held his finger in front of her mouth. “You’re still going to be my good girl even though detention is over, aren’t you?”
Hermione smirked and licked the come off his finger. “You know I am.”
He scooped up the next pool. “You look so bloody sexy, pet. Lie back and watch yourself. Get in the middle of the bed.”
Hermione crawled to the middle and lay on her back. He slid in next to her and propped his head on one arm. She watched her reflection suck his finger. The knee socks and bunches were cute, but watching Severus carefully collect his seed from her chest and feed it to her was, indeed, sexy. She slid the back of her hand over his chest, trying to unbutton his shirt in the middle where she could reach.
“Just a minute,” he scolded. “We’re almost done here." She let out a needy growl, and he smiled softly as he gathered up the last of his seed. “Here you are.”
She sucked his finger clean with a smile.
Severus rolled closer and began to lick her chest. She tasted of sweet skin and salty sex. Her fingers combed through his hair, and she moaned happily as he found her nipple.
“Severus,” she whimpered. “Please get naked. I want to see.”
Shifting so he was level with her mouth, he kissed her and placed her hand on his shirt. She got the message and started to tear open his buttons as he kissed her. When she got to his trousers, she unbuckled his belt and groped his cock through the material. He wasn’t even hard yet, but she didn’t seem to mind. Her nimble fingers opened his zip before he even realized what she was doing. Pushing on his shirt, she tried to get it off him without unbuttoning the last button. He did it for her and shrugged it off while she slipped her hand down the front of his boxers and traced her fingers through his pubic hair. Now that she'd been given free rein, her restraint had vanished. She was all over him. His clothes seemed to be her greatest nemesis.
“Off off off,” she growled impatiently.
His trousers and boxers disappeared, and Severus blinked at her in shock. “What the hell was that?”
She was just as surprised. “I don’t know.”
“I need those. I’m not made of trousers, you know?”
Hermione lifted her head and looked around. “I’m sorry. I wonder where they went?”
“Sod it,” he sighed. “I’ll look later.”
Hermione slid her arm around his neck and rolled onto her side. “I kind of wanted that belt.”
He raised one eyebrow with a small smile. “I have others. Stay right here.”
She laughed as he rolled off the bed and kicked off his shoes and socks on his way to the wardrobe. “Wait,” Hermione protested with a giggle. “I don’t know if I can really take any more. It was just a thought.”
“Too late. You started it.” He opened the door and snorted. His trousers and boxers were in a heap on the floor of the cupboard. “You almost got them on the hanger,” he told her, holding them up for her to see. “Impressive.”
Hermione rolled onto her stomach, grinning at his expression. “My bum feels like tenderized meat. Be careful.”
He pulled his belt free and went to the side of the bed. “Scoot over here. I know what you need.”
Hermione wiggled closer to him. “Promise you won’t hurt me?”
Snape doubled up the belt and stroked her lined bum with his other hand. “All you have to say is stop.”

The belt cracked over her bum, and she jumped. The sound always scared her more than it hurt. It left a hot line in its wake, but it didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would.
He didn’t hear a stop, so he kept going. Snape kept it on the meaty curve of her arse, higher than where he’d hit her with the cane. She was moaning before he got to six.
“Do you want more?” he asked as he ran his hand over the red band lighting her arse.
“Yes, sir.”
He smirked. She would switch back to Severus after she came. Whap! The belt clapped over her cheeks, making them wobble and twitch. Her prone position made for a far jigglier show. He was entranced.
Hermione’s bum glowed. She was pretty sure he could roast marshmallows on it if he wanted. Every new slap made her clit twitch. “Unh!”
Snape slid one hand between her thighs. “Oh yes, you did want that,” he purred. “Roll over and spread your legs.”
Hermione groaned as she rolled onto her back. “I can take more.”
“I know you can, love. But I don’t want to bruise you.”
Severus climbed up next to her, turning sideways so he could lick her pussy while she sucked his cock. “Get me hard while I clean you up.” He didn’t really want to remove any of that juice, but he needed to keep her going.
Hermione smiled at his upside down, half-hard cock staring her in the face. He lifted her top leg and rested it on his shoulder as he started to lap the juice from her folds. She shivered and kissed his cock hello.
“I missed you,” she whispered to his dick as she started to lick. “You want to get nice and hard for my pussy, don’t you?” His dick twitched in response. She tugged at his sideways balls with one hand. “Good. I’ll get you hard; you fuck me hard. Win win.”
“Are you having a conversation with my cock?” He could feel her breath moving over him as if she was talking, but all he could hear were sibilant whispers.
“Possibly,” she said loudly enough for him to hear.
“What are you saying?”
“That’s between the two of us,” she answered in a prim voice.
He snorted.
Hermione whispered to his cock, “Some people don’t understand private conversations.” Her lips wrapped around him, and her tongue circled over his head as she started to suck.
“You do know he can’t intercede on your behalf, don’t you?”
“MmHm,” she hummed around him.
“All right then." After a few long licks, he looked at her pussy and whispered, “What do you think they were talking about?”
Hermione heard him and started laughing, kissing the back of his bobbing head when she started to choke.
Snape whispered more quietly so she couldn’t hear, “I’m going to fuck the hell out of you in a few minutes. And your little friend too,” he added, running one finger over her puckered whorl.
Hermione groaned and wiggled in his face. “Are you talking to my pussy?”
“Possibly.”
“She likes it when you speak in tongues.”
Smirking, he shook his head. “She told me.”
Hermione pumped his cock. “What else did she tell you?”
“That's confidential.”
Hermione swirled her tongue around his head. “Your cock says he misses my pussy.”
“Your pussy says she misses Snowball.”
Hermione tipped back her head, laughing as she rolled his balls in her hand. “Your cock is crying.”
“He’s emotional when you’re around. Lick his tears away, pet.”
She giggled silently and did so. “Salty.”
“He appreciates your sympathy.”
Hermione pulled up on his sac so she could lick underneath. “Lift up your leg.”
Severus bent his knee, turning slightly for her. Her finger stroked along his perineum, and he growled quietly.
“How thorough was your shower tonight?” she asked, tonguing the back of his balls.
“Better than cursory. Use your wand if you want to be sure.”
“My wand’s with my clothes.”
He sighed and tipped back his head. Accio Hermione’s wand. Her wand floated over to him, and he rapped her on the arse with it. “Here.”
She took it with one hand and asked, “What am I supposed to do with it?”
Have I never cleaned her magically? “Colus Mundus. And don’t bugger me with the tip. It just has to be aiming in the general vicinity of the intended’s anus.”
“Colus Mundus,” she repeated.
He felt the telltale tingling in his rectum, which certainly got his cock's attention. “Bloody hell,” he muttered. “You got it, love.”
Hermione gave his hard-on a triumphant grin and shoved her wand under the pillow. “I’m sorry,” she whispered to his dick. “But I have to just pop over here for a minute. Don’t be jealous. It’s all on your behalf.”
“Would you stop telling my dick secrets,” he growled.
Hermione bit back a snort and licked her finger. “Do you want me to finger your arse, Severus?” she asked innocently as she circled the perimeter.
“As long as you’re nice about it.”
“My tongue is a lot nicer.”
He stopped fingering her and blinked. “I concur.”
“Well then, roll over so I can lick you. I can’t reach like this.”
He grinned at her pussy. “I’ll be back for you later. When a lady says she wants to lick your arse, the polite thing to do is agree to it.” His tongue gave her clit one last tickle.
Hermione kissed his balls. “She’ll tell me what you talked about as soon as you go to sleep.”
“I revealed nothing of vital importance,” he said, rolling onto his back.
Hermione crawled around to kneel between his legs. He was fully erect, but she wanted to see it bouncing and straining. Making him moan was always the real goal. If he cursed, that was bonus points. Settling down on her belly, she pushed on his leg to get him to bend it. When she lifted his scrotum and started to lick his perineum, he opened his other leg wider to give her more room.
Hermione let her licking flick lower each time, creeping up on his arse. When she got there and gave it a few starting laps, he growled softly. His cock pulsed in her hand. Round and round. She was going to make him want it. Her tongue got more insistent, edging into him every few flicks.
Snape knew she was teasing him. It was working. He couldn’t stop watching her in the mirror. She had to be the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Those damn knee socks and bunches were his undoing. And that didn’t take into account her wicked licking. Her tongue poked inside, trying to wiggle its way into his rectum. He reached down and pushed her hand from his cock. Tongue or hand, but certainly not both.
Hermione smiled. She was getting to him. Using both hands, she spread him wider, holding his balls out of her way so she could slide her tongue up his twitching backdoor. He hissed and pulled his bent knee higher. Oh no. I don't think so. If you want more, you have to say something. Her tongue went back to its light flicking.
Snape picked up his head and looked down at her. “Dammit girl, you know what I want.”
Ah ha! Score one for Hermione. “Tell me,” she murmured. “Say it.”
Severus dropped his head. “I want you deeper.” Go till you taste my spleen.
“Do you want my finger?” she asked, sliding her pinky over his pucker.
“Not now. I need to last.”
Hermione smiled. I should eat you until your cock spills. “Yes, sir. Just for you.” Her mouth sealed over his crevice as her tongue plunged into his body. Teeth nipping what they could reach, she buried her nose against his perineum. “Mmm.” Moan for me.
“Fuck!” Severus opened his eyes to watch her. She wasn’t licking him, she was devouring him. His balls tightened, almost crawling into his stomach. “Bloody fucking hell, Hermione!”
Hermione scores again! She was just getting started. He would have to beg her to stop.
Severus wrapped his hand around his leaking knob and squeezed. His cock throbbed, but slowly tamped itself down. His jaw was grinding so hard he could taste his teeth smoking. He grunted raggedly as she smothered her face under his balls. Even when she wasn’t pushing past his sphincter, her tongue was all over him, lapping him like a mad dog. He had to stop her, but he didn’t want to.
Hermione pushed back his knee and scraped her nails down the back of his leg. “Mmm!” Mine.
Severus moaned and squeezed his cock tighter. “Okay,” he rasped. “Stop.”
She froze, pulling her face away to look up at him. He was gripping his cock so tightly she was sure he was going to hurt himself. The tendons in his hand and arm were standing out from the effort. She’d gotten her moan, and it was worth it.
“Give me a minute,” he panted.
“I could just make you come like this,” she suggested.
“No, I want to fuck you.”
“You could make me come with your tongue.”
“No! I want to fuck you.”
“Okay,” she said, petting his belly to calm him. “I want you to fuck me too.”
“Get on your hands and knees.”
“Yes, sir!”
He smiled and turned his head to watch her. “Wait. Come here first.”
Hermione crawled over to him, and he pulled her face down to his.
Severus kissed her. “I love you.”
She smiled and kissed him back. “I love you too.”
“I’m going to fuck you till you scream.”
“Thank you, sir."
“Get out the lube and put your arse in the air. I know what you want.”
She crawled over and got the lube out of the drawer then positioned herself in the middle of the bed with it next to her. Severus breathed out a deep sigh and forced himself to get up. He needed more time. If he just dove in, he’d be done in a minute. Unscrewing the jar, he knelt behind her. “Once I get inside you, you can come all you like.”
“Okay. Aren’t you getting inside me now?”
He lubed two fingers. “Not just yet.” Those two finger pressed to her dark rosebud and eased inside. She moaned and leaned back into him. Wiggling deeper, he slowly pumped in and out, smirking when she started to beg.
“Please, Severus, more!”
“You’re not going to come, are you?”
“No. Please, I can take more.”
He added another finger. “I’ll bugger you later. Nice and hard.”
“Yes,” she groaned. “Faster. Please!”
“No, no,” he purred, twisting his fingers around. “Not yet. You’re excited enough as it is.”
She groaned and rocked back onto his hand.
Snape smacked her arse. “Just one minute. Then you can wiggle your arse all you please. Do I need to stop?”
“No! I’ll be good. See?” Hermione made herself be still. It was more difficult than she'd anticipated. Every time his fingers sank deep, she wanted to rock back onto him. Her thighs squeezed tight to keep her body from following that instinct.
“Yes, I do see,” he said, impressed that she’d managed to last a whole thirty seconds without moving. Her moaning grew more desperate, but she eventually made it an entire minute. “I’m glad to see you can restrain yourself. You know how much I like self-control.”
“Tell me I’m your good girl.”
Severus's heart melted; that uncomfortable twinge returned. “You’re a very good girl.”
“Your good girl.”
“Yes, love. My good girl. Can you wait another minute?”
“Yes, sir.”
He wiggled his fingers, rattling his hand against her arse. If she was going to work so hard to give him what he wanted, he could give her some of what she wanted. He just had to be careful, or she’d be coming again without him.
“Is that what you need?”
“Yes, sir!”
Severus watched her bum jiggle, delighted by sight. Her back went stiff, fighting the rush of intensity. He went back to a slow thrust. “Are you ready for my cock?”
“Yes!”
He smirked.
“I love your cock, Severus. Please fuck me. Please please please.”
Fingers deep, he moved in close and pressed his dripping glans to her entrance. “You are such a good beggar. Tell me more about how much you want me.”
Hermione moaned as his cock spilt her. “Oh God! Your cock is bloody amazing, Severus. I mean it. I fucking love you so much.”
He smirked down at her pussy, canting his head to one side to watch his dick disappear inside her. “I don’t know if I can believe you when you’re in such a state.”
“I know what I’m saying.”
He wiggled his fingers. “Then tell me what you love most.”
His cock and fingers were a deadly duo. She couldn’t think. “I can’t pick. I love all of you.”
Her pussy was so juicy there was no resistance as he slid in. Heaven was so much wetter than anyone knew. “I think you just stay with me for my voice,” he teased.
“All of you,” she restated.
“My library?”
“Severus,” she groaned. “You’re driving me mad. Go faster.”
“Tell me what you love about me, and I’ll make you come.”
“Everything!”
“That’s very sweet, pet, but I want to hear one specific thing; and it can’t be a body part.”
“You have to stop moving, I can’t think.”
He paused, his glans resting against her cervix.
“Okay . . . um . . . I love . . . I love the way you make me feel.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you make me feel as if my stomach is doing somersaults and my heart is going to explode.”
“That sounds painful.”
“It’s the best feeling in the world.”
“Even better than this?” he asked as he drove his dick and fingers into her.
“Unh!” she shouted, clawing at the bed. “Yes!”
He went still again. “Was that an answer?”
“Yes, it was. Anybody can fuck; only you make my heart burst.”
He knew what she meant.
Hermione smiled and reached back with her left hand, resting her face on the bed. Putting her hand on her lower back, she wiggled her fingers so he’d know she wanted him to pin her. He let go of her left hip and slid his fingers through hers, holding her hand and pinning her at the same time.
His heart was too light. He couldn’t speak.
She didn’t need him to say anything. “Make me come, Severus. Hard. Make me scream.”
He started to move again, happy to oblige. To make it good would take time. He began with a long, slow stroke, focusing on the front wall of her vagina. The fingers in her rectum stayed deep, but he wiggled them and stretched her sphincter as he worked. Every time he passed over her g-spot, she moaned, jolting to a louder volume when he bottomed out.
Every couple of minutes, he threw in a deep grind. His glans circled her cervix until he drew a sob from her lips. Her hand squeezed his tighter every time he did it. He had to be careful. Hitting her that deep too quickly was just painful for her. But after a little warm-up, she loved it.
Her pussy was already flexing and prepping for her orgasm. He wiggled his fingers harder in her bum every time her muscles tried to expel him. So close. Severus gave her a quick taste of hard and fast. When her sheathe spasmed and tried to push him out again, he slowed and ground himself into her.
“Unh!” The sound died on her lips. The rolling avalanche in her faded with the sound. “Severus! Please!”
“Soon. Just go with it, love. Relax your body.”
Hermione told her body to relax, and it did (except for the dull, sweet ache in her pussy; that would be there until he pulled out). He pushed against her g-spot, his thrusts shallow to stay right on top of it. There was no moment of calm for her to breathe. It felt as if she were going to flood the bed.
“UNnnnnnnnnnH!” she wailed, right on the edge.
“I know, love,” he purred as he fought her contracting pussy. “Relax for me. Let it happen.”
Hermione let out a shaky sob as she tried to relax again. He slowed down more, and she stuttered out her next breath. “Ple-e-e-e-ease!”
His fingers started to shake in her arse, and he squeezed her hand. “I’m not trying to torture you, love. I just want to make your orgasm better. I don’t want to force it. I want you to fall into it. Understand?”
She couldn’t talk, so she just nodded, her cheek rasping against the comforter.
“Good girl. You’re going to soak the bed for me.” He stroked her hand with his fingers. “I love watching you come. You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Or heard. Or smelt,” he added with a small smirk. “I want this whole room to reek of pussy when we’re done here. I want it invading my dreams.”
Hermione felt as if her sex were trying to explode. If the pressure got any greater, her ears were going to pop. “U-u-u-u-unh!”
“That’s it. You’re almost there,” he murmured soothingly. “I can feel it.” He increased his pace just a touch. Her pussy bore down so hard he could barely push into her. His jaw clenched against his own pleasure.
“Aaaaaaah!” The flood gates opened, and her pussy convulsed. It didn’t come in waves, it ripped through her, smothering her. The relief was fantastic, but she couldn’t breathe. Soaked was going to be an understatement. The tension didn’t let up until every last drop had shot out of her. When it finally ended, she would have collapsed into a heap on the bed, but his cock and fingers kept her on her knees.
“Yesssss,” he hissed, slowing to a crawl. “Good girl. That’s what I wanted.” Letting her catch her breath, he stoked her lower back with his thumb and gently pulled his other hand out of her arse. “How was that, love? Worth the wait?”
“I know how a fire hydrant feels now,” she panted.
Severus smirked and flexed his fingers to stretch them. His arm was stiff from the fingering. “Let go of my hand for a second, love. I need my wand.”
She released him and let her arm flop down on the bed, limp as the rest of her. Snape cleaned his hand and tossed his wand up near the pillows. “Are you ready for more yet?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What do you want, more pussy play or buggering?”
Hermione smiled. “Buggering.”
“Are you sure? Your bum looks pretty sore.”
“I’m very sure. Lie on top of me.”
“On top of you?” he asked, smiling.
“Yes, you know, me on my stomach, you on my back.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you didn’t want to look at me tonight.”
“Oh God, I do! But you lying on me is the closest we can get while you’re in my bum.”
“We’re just as close on your side, and then I can touch you more.”
“Yes, I fancy that bit. It’s hard to decide. If you’re on top of me, you can go deeper, and I like the weight.”
“We can do both. We’re allowed to move. It’s just easier to make you come when we’re not constantly switching positions.”
“On my side first then.”
He eased out of her and gave her bum a pat. “All right, get comfortable.”
Hermione curled up on her side, her head on a pillow. She watched him climb in behind her, jar of lube in hand. “Wait,” she said, rolling toward him.
He raised one eyebrow in question.
“Kiss me first.”
Severus smiled softly and set the lube behind her on the bed then wrapped his arm around her. “You kiss me.”
Grinning, she put her hand on his cheek and leaned close. “Yes, sir,” she whispered as she pressed her mouth to his. She nipped his lips then slid her tongue past his teeth. He kissed her back, parrying and thrusting in a sensual dual. She forgot about her anxious arse for a minute as they went back and forth, dominating one another’s mouths.
She was breathless when she finally pulled away. Hermione gave his bouncing cock one last stroke and rolled over on her side. He pulled her back against his chest and pushed her top leg forward so he could see her hidden hole. She heard him growl again and felt him moving around; the warmth of his chest vanished. His hands pulled her cheeks wide, and then his tongue was lapping her backdoor. She gasped in surprise and arched her back to give him more.
Severus just wanted a taste. She really was a very sweet girl, and her arse was proof of that. Also, he liked to hear that litany of praise spilling from her lips. She might like her buggering fast and hard, but she liked her tonguing soft and gradual. It didn’t take much. Swirl swirl penetrate. Repeat. Lap lap lap wiggle. Repeat. She was muttering nonsense in less than two minutes. He stroked his cock absently to keep it going. When she reached back and held her own arse open for him, he lubed three fingers and pushed them slowly inside. Her moan was glorious. He wanted to catch it in his mouth and swallow the sound.
Snape made sure she was ready for him then quickly greased his own cock. “Keep that arse open for me,” he murmured as he got into place behind her. Pressing to her puckered opening, he eased the tip inside so she could adjust.
“You are so warm,” he whispered, rubbing his hand over her ravaged cheek. “Do you like that?”
Hermione smiled and nodded. “Push in.”
Severus tipped his hips forward and slid deeper. “Like that?”
Her eyes rolled back. “Yessss,” she hissed.
His hand slid from her hip to her pussy as he kissed the back of her neck. “Look how hard your little clit is. Are you ready to come again already?”
“Yes, sir.”
When he was pressed against her overheated backside, he pinched her nipple between his fingers, and her hips started to rock. Rolling her pebbled tip lightly, he pushed her hair out the way with his nose and cheek then touched his lip to her ear.
“Is that how you like it?” he whispered.
“U-u-unh.”
Snape smirked and matched her writhing with his own thrusting. “That’s my good girl. Let’s see how that pussy’s doing.” His middle finger grazed up and down her slick hood. “Your clit feels like a rock, love. I want you to wait a little while though, all right? Let that next orgasm build. When you can’t stand it any more, I’ll fuck your tight little arse just the way you like it.”
Hermione turned her head and stared up at the mirror. “Thank you, sir.”
They looked perfect together. She watched his cock sink into her bum over and over. Reaching back, she pushed his hair out of the way so she could see his face. He glanced up at her reflected gaze, a small smile on his lips.
His hand went to her soft thatch of pubic hair, combing his fingers through it, tugging gently. She pet his hand in appreciation and wriggled back onto his cock. He did it a little harder.
“Do you like that, pet?”
She nodded. “Uh huh.”
He let go and stroked her pussy. “You’re so soft. I want to pet you all night, kitten.”
His breath tickled her neck, and she groaned when he started to lick her skin.
Severus went back for her clit. Sucking the side of her throat, he followed her bucking and sped up a little more. “How close are you?”
“Very close! Please, Severus, do it faster.”
He could give her a little preview. Holding onto her soft hip, he put on a burst of speed, giving her what she needed for a good five seconds. When he went back to his original pace, she sobbed in frustration. Snape put his lips to her ear. “You’re close, but you’re not ready yet. Tell me how your bum feels; be honest.”
“Hot and full.”
He grinned and slowed down. “You'd better be more specific.”
“I can’t think. You’re buggering my brains out of my head.”
“That was much better.”
Hermione smiled and grabbed his hand and put it on her chest. “Touch me, Severus. I want you so much.”
Snape circled one stiff nipple with his fingertips.
He was going too slowly, and Hermione rolled her hips in frustration. “Please, Severus, I need you. Put your hands all over me.”
His fingers pinched her right nipple, pulling it until she shuddered. Letting go, he placed his palm over her stomach and slid it down to her muff. She was hot and soft in his hand, her pussy like warm spilled milk. His hand ran over her thigh and hip. Her backside was simmering, and he pressed his hips to it as he gripped her waist.
Hermione relaxed into his slow stroking, her eyes closing, too unfocused to see. His fingers sank into her hip, and he plowed into her hard and fast again. Her mouth fell open, and she shouted, squeezing her eyes tight.
Severus slowed down and grabbed hold of her breast to pull her closer. “I think you’re almost ready, love. Roll over for me.”
He pulled the closest pillow over and wedged it under her hips so her bum would be propped up. Hermione rolled with him on top of her and rested her face on the cool sheets. His knees pushed her legs wider, and she moaned, excited by the exposure and her inability to move. “Hold me down, Severus.”
He wrapped his hands around her wrists and pulled her arms up next to her head. His thrusting got harder. The leverage was better in that position. Resting his lips just behind her ear, he panted softly, preparing himself for the coming onslaught.
“You’re mine,” he whispered. “Say you want my cock.”
“Please fuck me hard, Severus." She shivered. “Make me come.”
“Say it,” he growled with one hard thrust.
“I want your cock! Please! I’m yours.”
His hips snapped against her beaten bum, thumping out a deep staccato.
“Oh gods! Yes!”
He got rougher and felt her body going rigid.
“Unnnnnh!”
She started to shake under him. Severus grunted with each thrust. He was too close. If she didn’t come soon, he was either going to have to stop or lose himself in her arse.
“Come for me,” he ordered through clenched teeth.
“Unh! Unh! Unh!”
He put on the last burst of speed that he could. There would be no going back. The only question was who would come first.
“UUuuuuuuuunh!” Every muscle in her body shook with effort. The pleasure broke through, and she fell into its hold, her body wracked with release.
Severus sighed as her muscles spasmed around him. The relief of outlasting her was short-lived, squeezed out of him by her clenching buttocks. He had no choice but to stay deep; he couldn’t move. His balls rose to new heights, and the cream radiated out of his cock. “Hermione!”
She lay there, smiling. He was heavy on her back, slick with sweat. His fingers relaxed around her wrists, but he kept hold of them.
“Bloody hell,” she gasped with a grin. “That was fabulous.”
“Agreed,” he breathed into her neck. “I hope you enjoyed that. I’m knackered.”
“I drooled all over the bed," she muttered, wiping her chin on the sheet.
He grinned and kissed her neck. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“It was. Don’t move yet. I like you here.”
“You’re going to be sorry when I fall asleep on you.”
“You’ll keep me warm.”
“Very well. Will we be bathing tonight, or were you planning on stewing in these juices?”
“Bath.”
“Excellent. I hope you’re planning on being my nurse again, because I can’t move.”
“Damn. I was hoping you’d carry me.”
Severus smirked and kissed her shoulder. “I might be able to manage one last feat of strength.”
“I’ll rub salve on you later if you want.”
“That sounds pleasant. Thank you, pet.”
“Will you put cream on my bum?”
“Yes, as long as I can get it from a jar.”
She smiled. “You could use what’s in my arse.”
Severus laughed softly. “That’s the dirty girl I love.”
“Your dirty girl,” she clarified.
“Yes. Mine.” He wove his fingers through hers.
“Mine,” she repeated, squeezing his hand back.

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He was in the labyrinth of corridors again, but this time he wasn’t running or panicked. Going immediately to the correct door, he opened it and stepped through. It wasn’t his back garden though. He was in his own private quarters at Hogwarts, coming through the door from his office. Hermione was in his bed, naked and asleep, her arm wrapped around a pillow as if it were him.
“I’m proud of you, Severus.”
He spun around. Lily was standing in front of the fireplace, watching him with a small smile.
“Lily.”
“I can’t stay. I just wanted you to know how happy I am for you.”
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t know what he planned to do to you that night. I would have killed him if I could.”
“I know.” She smiled softly. “That’s not important now. You helped keep Harry alive; that was what mattered. And now you’re free to love whomever you please. Take advantage of it.”
“I love you.”
“You never would have said that before now. That’s why I’m proud of you.”
“I was a fool. Please forgive me.”
“You’re forgiven,” she said, smiling. “Don’t let any more of your life pass in regret, Severus. Make it a good one.”
Tears streamed silently down his cheeks, his face frozen. “I miss you.”
“I’m in your heart, Severus, never gone. Honor my memory. Love her with all you have.”
She started to fade.
“Don’t go!”
“Let her love you.”
She was gone, but her voice still echoed in the room. “Take care of each other.”
His eyes snapped open, his cheeks damp with real tears. Hermione was petting his face and wiping away the wet streaks.
“Are you all right? You were moaning in your sleep. And crying.”
He wiped his face clean with one hand. “I’m fine. It was nothing.”
“You were repeating Lily’s name.”
“It was just a dream.”
Hermione kissed his chin. He looked away. She knew he wouldn’t talk about it. Using her hand to turn his face back toward her, she brushed his hair out of the way. “Was it a bad dream?”
“Not a nightmare.”
“Good." Sitting up and propping her back against the pillows, she pulled him to her. “Come here. Let me take care of you.”
Lily’s voice rang in his ears. Let her love you. Take care of each other. He laid his cheek on Hermione’s breast and listened to her heartbeat. She didn’t press him about the dream, she just stroked his head, combing her fingers through his hair. After several minutes, his heart rate slowed to match hers.
"Do you want to go back to sleep?” she whispered.
He shrugged, unsure if he even could.
“Okay. Do you want to talk about it?”
He shook his head no.
“I won’t be jealous, I promise. If Lily made you happy, I’m grateful to her.”
He knew she meant it, but talking seemed risky. His head shook again.
“Okay, I understand. Just close your eyes and try to go back to sleep.”
“I can’t,” he whispered.
“Do you want to get up? Read? Take a bath or something?”
He shook his head. He wanted her to keep rubbing his back.
“Want me to tell you a story?”
“I’m not five,” he muttered.
“I know, but it might make you sleepy.”
“Fine,” he sighed
“Are your eyes closed?”
“Yes,” he lied.
“All right,” she whispered. “Once upon a time, there was a Gryffindor princess. She spent all of her time in a tower of her castle reading. It was lonely, but her books were her refuge. One day, a traveling Slytherin Potions master stopped at the castle and asked for food and lodging for the night. He was admitted; and while wandering the castle that night, unable to sleep, he came upon the princess in her tower library.”
Severus smirked. He hadn’t made it through the first telling of this story. The ending was a mystery. She’d refused to repeat it for him, claiming she couldn’t remember what she’d said. He really did close his eyes then, listening to her soft whisper.
“He too had a vast library and understood her seclusion. Knowledge was powerful magic. He told her he knew of things she could find in no book and offered to reveal his secrets. The princess was intrigued. Many men had offered her worldly delights, but none had offered knowledge. She bored quickly with fancy trinkets and endless dancing at balls. They were all nice but rarely held her interest. The man before her was different though. He didn’t look as though he went to many balls. Or even outside. She begged him to tell her what he knew.
“But the Potions master was cunning. He said that the information couldn’t be relayed by mere words; he would need to share her bed for three nights in order to reveal those mysteries. She agreed, hungry for information.”
Hermione relayed the story the best that she could remember, embellishing the sex scenes to try to take his mind off of whatever had upset him. When she got to the bit about finding the old man with the magic book, she didn’t know if she should change the part about the dead fiancé or not.
“Severus?” she whispered as quietly as possible.
There was no answer.
“Are you asleep?”
Still no answer.
She smiled and kissed his head. “And they lived happily ever after.”
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