In an Alternate Universe

Chapter 44 ~ Welcome to My World, Mr. Snape

His eyes glazed and feeling as if he were in a dream, Severus obeyed the witch, lifting his hips as she drew down his trousers, his engorged cock springing up like a mast. Hermione blinked at it then looked up at the young wizard, shaking her head slightly.

”You might be young, Severus Snape,” she said to him, “but there’s nothing that says ‘boy’ about your cock, that’s for certain.”

Severus swallowed, afraid to even move, he was so turned on by the sight of Hermione’s face so close to his erection. She pulled his trousers down further then slowly stroked his thigh.

”Ugh,” he groaned at the contact, his head lifted, his dark eyes blinking at her rapidly.

Then Hermione blew on his organ, her warm breath flowing over his sensitive skin. Reflexively, Severus’ hips buckled, his cock bouncing about almost comically. Hermione gave a low laugh at his reaction.

“Slide up and rest your head on the arm of the sofa, so you don’t get a crook in it trying to watch me,” Hermione said, standing up and lowering the straps to her gown as Severus quickly shifted up, grabbing one of the cushions and slipping it behind his head, watching as Hermione pulled her gown down to her waist, revealing her breasts.

”Professor,” he hissed as he stared at her, swallowing. Gods, she was so . . . even beautiful couldn’t cover it. It was as if she was a goddess of some kind.

“Spread your legs,” she said huskily, her eyes raking over his pale body.

His shirt was spread, revealing his pale chest and abdomen and his trousers lowered, his thick cock almost vertical, swollen and pink with blood, the foreskin drawn back completely. Fine veins pulsated the length of it and it rested in a nest of fine, curling black hair, his balls slightly darker and the whorls on them shifting slightly from his excitement. He had quite a pretty joystick all in all.

Severus spread his legs, letting one foot rest on the floor, his eyes locked to Hermione as she moved to the end of the sofa and slowly climbed on to it, reminding him of a big cat with her easy, fluid motion. Her eyes were glinting as she slowly climbed up, her curling hair falling over her shoulders.

Severus was glad he thought to stop by the infirmary and get the Stamina potion, or he would have come all over the study. This was just too erotic for him to have taken in his natural state. He let out a despairing little noise as Hermione came to a stop, her large breasts resting on his upper thighs as she looked up at him.

The expression on Severus’ face was someplace between starved and frightened as he looked down at her, his eyes large and lips held tightly. She saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed helplessly. Well, no doubt he would swallow a few times, considering this was his first experience having a bare-breasted witch hovering over his cock.

Hermione couldn’t help taunting the wizard a little. His innocence brought her wicked side out. An innocence she would soon dispel.

The witch stroked his belly softly and asked, “So Severus, what do you suppose I’m going to do to you?”

What was she going to do? Merlin, what he hoped she’d do. At first, he didn’t quite know how to word it. “Suck my cock” sounded a bit too . . . dirty. Then he figured it out, which was admirable considering he had very little blood left in his brain. It was all pooled in his loins.

“Ah . . . ah . . . Fellatio?” he said, his voice cracking a bit.

”Fellatio. Isn’t that when a witch sucks your cock?” she asked him, a devilish look in her eyes.

So much for sounding dirty. Apparently, the professor had no problem calling a cock a cock.

”Yeah . . . yes . . .” he breathed, then whimpered as her fingers eased teasingly through his pubic hair, around the base of his shaft, her eyes fixed on his face.

”Have you ever had your cock sucked before?” she asked him, loving the helpless look in the young wizard’s eyes.

She had all the power here. There had never really been a time she was with a man and had full control of the situation. It was rather heady and she couldn’t help tormenting Severus a little. She gently wrapped her hand around the base of his cock.

”Ugh . . . no . . . no!” he gasped, his head falling back as he shuddered, the feel of her warm hand around his cock almost more pleasurable than he could stand. But in a moment, he looked down at her again, his eyes hot as he saw her fingers wrapped around his tool. He pulsed, and Hermione’s eyes narrowed.

”You like the way my hand feels, don’t you Severus?” she purred, slowly sliding it up his shaft, the young wizard’s eyes rolling up into his head at the sensation.

”Yessss . . .” he hissed as she slowly slid back down his length, “oh . . . please Professor.”

”Please what?” Hermione pressed him, putting her face close and letting his cock rest against her cheek for a moment.

”Please . . . don’t . . . don’t torture me . . .” Severus pled, biting his lower lip as he felt her warm skin against the most sensitive part of his body.

”Now, why would I torture you, Severus?” she asked him, releasing his cock and shifting forward, bringing her breasts closer, then slipping his member between the cleft, wrapping her soft, full flesh around it tightly, the head of it stretched before her face. “I’m just treating you like a man. Isn’t that what you want? Me to treat you like a man?”

Severus tried to respond, but the sight of his cock between Hermione’s breasts, and sticking out over them right before her face was too much and he couldn’t get any words out, his mouth working as if he were masticating on a full wad of gum. Then Hermione shifted, sliding his shaft through her flesh.

“Oh . . . fuck,” Severus cried out as she slid around him.

Hermione felt a sudden pulse of heat hit her and let out a small gasp herself. Severus Snape might be young, but gods . . . he was a sexy little thing. His hips buckled helplessly, forcing his cock through her breasts again, the wizard’s back arching slightly as he began to thrust under his own power, gasping and sighing uninhibitedly as he leaked, oiling her skin with his emissions.

Hermione’s eyes were half-lidded with pleasure as she held herself firmly around him, listening to his very vocal appreciation, his voice becoming hoarse and tremulous, his strong body working underneath her. Yes, she could enjoy him for quite a while . . . until it was time for him to move on. She just had to keep her heart out of it.

Severus’ mouth dropped open and stayed that way for several minutes as he watched himself slide through Hermione’s flesh, the head disappearing and emerging, glistening now, covered in pre-come, the foreskin rising and falling, Hermione’s face flushed and her lips glistening, her eyes mere slits as her tongue flickered out and licked the bulbous head.

Severus sounded as if on the verge of hyperventilating as he saw and felt her pink tongue flick out and touch his cock. Oh gods, this was amazing. Suddenly, Hermione pulled back then covered the entire head of his cock with her mouth, sucking gently. Severus let out a cry as warmth, softness, wetness and suction wrapped around him.

”Oh professor! Damn . . . damn!” he gasped as Hermione began blowing him, working her hand up and down his shaft, her hair falling around her face, Severus gasping and buckling, his face contorted as he experienced Fellatio for the first time.

It felt exquisite . . . so good . . . she was so good. How couldn’t he love her when she made him feel like this? He let out another agonized cry as her other hand cupped, then manipulated his balls. She was having no mercy on the young wizard. Inexperience be damned. He was so hard, hot and responsive, his hoarse cries and gasps like music to the witch. She loved his reactions, his thighs trembling beneath her.

She didn’t know how long Severus could last, but she applied herself to his cock, running her tongue around his flange, tapping the two points beneath it, her saliva glazing his hard flesh to a bright sheen, sucking, letting her teeth graze him lightly from time to time. She didn’t hurry, but was slow and methodical, sharing the experience with the wizard, enjoying his gasping, arching, quaking responses and the taste of him, slightly salty, clean.

Severus had his hands locked in his own hair now, unwilling to touch the witch, afraid she would break this delicious connection, his chest rising and falling, perspiration beginning to speckle his temples, the scent of sex rising in the air, male and female arousal mingling. Hermione stopped sucking the wizard and ran her lips up and down his shaft, kissing and licking his length, Severus groaning, nearly sobbing as he felt himself tightening. Hermione slid downward and drew both the young wizard’s balls into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue over them as her hand continued to fist and caress him, working the young wizard into an even greater frenzy. He felt electricity shoot up his spine and an explosion in his brain as his body melted down, losing control and giving itself over entirely to pleasure.

Again, Severus’ eyes rolled up into his head and Hermione heard him gurgle as his balls suddenly drew up into small stones in her mouth.

Shit! He was coming.

Hermione quickly moved back to his cock, covering it just before the young wizard came with a cry, his hands flying to the back of her head and pushing her down as he shot into her mouth, completely lost to the bliss of his climax, dimly aware of her drinking him down. He hadn’t lasted long, but it would have been much shorter without the Stamina potion. At last, his pulsing stopped and he fell still, his head spinning as he felt Hermione release him and climb up his body. His arms wrapped around her, and as soon as she was close enough, he kissed her hungrily and gratefully, not caring that she had just swallowed his release. She could have had a mouthful of Bubertuber puss and he would still have kissed her.

“Oh my gods,” he gasped against her mouth. “You are . . . I’m never going to leave you . . . ever, professor.”

His arms tightened around her even more, crushing Hermione to him for a moment before relaxing. He didn’t want to hurt her. Not now . . . not ever. Professor Granger was the most precious creature on earth to him and he would never do anything to injure her in any way. His hands rested on the raised lines of the scars on her back, the tree placed there by Voldemort. He traced the branches gently with his fingertips, once again aware of what she had suffered for all of them, and again, he felt a great admiration for the witch wash over him, attempting to deepen their kiss.

But Hermione pulled away from his mouth, a crooked smile on her lips as she looked down on him. His hair was in his face. Gently, she brushed it away so she could see his pale features clearly. She felt a little throb of tenderness toward the young wizard for a moment and decided not to push it away. It was . . . a rather nice feeling, if unaccustomed.

”Call me Hermione, Severus,” she said softly as the love-stricken wizard looked up at her, his eyes wet and adoring.

”Call me by my name.”

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A/N: A warm-up. In my other stories, it was when Severus told Hermione to call him by his name, that a connection was made. I thought it would be fitting here for Hermione to do the same. This is role reversal after all. ;) Thanks for reading.