In an Alternate Universe

Chapter 45 ~ Another Acceptance

“Your name, professor?” he said to the witch softly.

”Yes. I believe we have . . . intimate enough knowledge of each other to drop the formalities in private. Of course, you will address me properly in public,” she said, her eyes narrowing in warning as she looked down at the Gryffindor.

Severus licked his lips and tried it out.

”Hermione,” he said, his dark eyes glistening as her name rolled over his tongue. “Hermione. What a beautiful name . . . for a beautiful witch.”

Hermione’s face softened.

”You’re just full of . . . compliments,” she said with a small snort. She was about to say he was full of something else, but she knew he wasn’t. He meant every corny line he spoke to her. It was new for him after all, despite those lines had been around for ages.

“Kiss me,” he urged, pulling Hermione back down to his mouth.

Hermione did so, feeling the wizard’s desire heating her back up again as their tongues tangled. Then she started, pulling away from his mouth, a surprised look in her amber eyes.

”Are you getting an erection again?” she asked him.

Severus nodded, then gave her a wicked little smirk.

”One of the benefits of youth,” he said softly, trying to kiss her again. Hermione held back, her eyes narrowing. She studied Severus and sure enough, his black eyes started shifting, a sure sign he was hiding something.

”All right. Spill it,” she said, sitting up on her knees.

Severus’ eyes drifted down her body, her breasts soft and round, the green nightgown bunched around her waist as she straddled him. He felt like spilling something, but it wasn’t words.

”You drank more Stamina potion, didn’t you?” Hermione asked him accusingly.

Severus nodded.

Hermione stared down at the boy, feeling him throb against her buttocks. Severus didn’t look the least bit reticent about his potion use. Hell, he needed it to deal with the witch until he got his bearings. She was still too delicious to even hope to fully enjoy without some assistance.

”Severus, you’re never going to be able to hold your own if you keep using artificial aids to help you,” Hermione told him. “What will happen if I want you and there is no potion available?”

Did the pro . . . Hermione say if she wanted him? Did this mean she would initiate sex between them sometimes? Severus blinked at her.

”I won’t use it anymore. This is the last time,” he promised her breathlessly. “And anyway, I don’t need an erection right now. Not for what I want to do.”

“And what’s that?” Hermione asked him.

Severus licked his lips, then grasped Hermione around her waist. He still had his silk trousers on, down around his knees, but the elastic waist band was very stretchy and he was able to move freely in them. Hermione stared at him as he shifted downward, laying flush on the sofa.

”I need you to move up,” he said softly, pulling at her waist.

Hermione shifted up.

”More,” Severus said, his dark eyes resting on her bush. Hermione realized what he was attempting to do.

”You want me to sit on your face?” she asked the wizard.

Severus shook his head.

”No, my mouth,” he replied, pulling at her waist.

”Shit,” Hermione thought as she obliged him, hissing as his tongue found her core and started lapping, one hand caressing the small of her back and the other slipping under her buttock, parting her labia.

”Shit!” Hermione gasped out loud now as Severus applied his Kama Sutra knowledge, completely turned on by the full access he had to Hermione. He kissed, suckled, nipped and nibbled on her clit and soft flesh, shifting downward and letting his large nose rub against her softness, coating his face in her juices, almost ready to come again as Hermione gasped and wriggled about him, finally grinding down on his face helplessly, working her hips almost as if she were having sex.

It was a good thing Severus had such a large nose and nostrils or he might have been suffocated. He thrust and wiggled his tongue inside the witch, tasting her juices, his heart once again pounding as the witch voiced her pleasure, hissing obscenities and egging him on. He caressed her, his hands moving over her body, sweat making the caresses hot and slick. He flicked his thumbs over her hardened nipples, slid his palms over her belly and thighs, going at Hermione until her voice hit a high octave over C and she crushed her pussy to his mouth, climaxing, Severus groaning as he drank her down, feeling her entire body quaking as she shrieked.

Suddenly, the young wizard slid from underneath her, quickly rising and pulling off his silk trousers as the witch was still in the throes of her climax. He grabbed the shuddering witch in his arms, kissing her as he nearly ran for her bedroom. The Joy of Sex has said one of the best times to enter a witch was when she was in climax from oral sex.

Hermione was vaguely aware of being in Severus’ strong arms, and his kiss, his mouth covering hers and tasting her own flavor. Then she was on her back in the bed, Severus still kissing her, then his hands pulling on her gown, drawing it over her hips, down her legs and away. Then they young wizard fitting himself between her thighs, kissing her again, suddenly drawing his mouth away from her . . . then she felt him enter her, thick, hot and hard with a groan and she opened her eyes, looking up at his contorted face, his hair hanging like a curtain around his features as he stared down at her.

“You’re so wet,” Severus breathed, pulling back and squishing through her sleeve, huffing, Hermione buckling as he hit bottom. He hesitated, pressing into her . . . the fat head of his cock straining against her, causing a delicious little ache. Then he pulled back and did it again, twisting his hips a little, forcing her to feel his length, girth and strength.

Hermione groaned at the pressure. It wasn’t painful, per se . . . just strong, filling . . . possessive. She looked up at Severus with wet eyes, still caught between climax and return, nearly overwhelmed by the feeling of him inside her. He had made his move correctly.

Chalk one up for the Kama Sutra.

”You’re an angry woman,” he said to her softly, “an angry woman requires a strong congress to soothe her heart.” He wound his loins deliberately this time, his eyes on her face, watching her response and smirking slightly as Hermione let out a helpless moan of pleasure.

“I know what to do to you, Hermione,” Severus breathed, “I’m not leaving this room until morning. I’m not leaving your bed until the sun comes up. And I am never leaving you, I don’t care how many sunrises and sunsets come and go . . . “

Hermione wanted to say, “shut up and fuck Severus” . . . but then he began to move, stroking her slow and deep, jerking her body gently, the feel of his inner caress and check too delicious for words as he stared down at her, his eyes narrowed with purpose, biting his lower lip, determined to take her someplace no one else ever did. She felt so good around him, soft, tight, warm and alive, caressing him, receiving him, but he fought the feelings of his own pleasure.

He had to.

Gryffindor and aspiring Potions master Severus Snape was on a mission to make Hermione Granger love him.

He lowered himself to her body slowly, still stroking her as he kissed her hungrily, tasting her, scenting her, caressing her sides, making sure she felt him, his lean body flexing, undulating like a living tide as he pierced her body again and again, her arms encircling his neck, holding him close.

Severus sped up, poling into the witch, his loins slapping against her, filling her, Hermione gasping, her eyes wet, her mouth open to his possession. He took his fill of kisses and caresses until he was satisfied Hermione knew it was more than physical pleasure for him. An angry woman needed more than sweet kisses, tender touches and soft words. She needed strength and variety.

He set about showing her what he knew, steeling himself against his own desire to meet hers. There would be other nights for him, but tonight . . . tonight was for the woman giving herself to him, trusting him to be what she needed. He wouldn’t disappoint her. But first . . .

Severus pulled out of Hermione and fell to the side, rolling on his back, pulling at her waist a bit roughly.

”Get up. Get on top of me, Hermione” he urged the witch.

Still wet-eyed, Hermione did as he asked, once again a sense of power washing over her as she looked down on him. He pushed her upward, and willed his own hesitation down. He had never imagined himself saying anything like this to the snarky witch, but he knew she’d appreciate it. He would sound more adult.

”Ride my cock,” he breathed, his eyes a bit frightened as he spoke the words.

To his surprise and delight, Hermione gave him a naughty smirk, positioned herself over him, then slid her tightness around his member, purring like a cat as she came to rest on his thighs, all that thick meat immersed inside her.

”Now you sound like a man,” she breathed, lifting upwards, Severus closing his eyes against the sight of his fantasy come to life. Hermione dropped down on the wizard hard and whirled on him, Severus groaning as his cock wound inside her.

Damn, she really was a goddess. The Goddess of Shagging. Shit.

Severus grunted and hissed as Hermione rode him mercilessly. Maybe he shouldn’t have tried this position first. Hermione clearly was taking no prisoners and wasn’t as far gone as the wizard initially thought.

Ah well. Fuck and learn.

And learn Severus did as Hermione applied herself to fucking him, winding and twisting her body, slapping against him, cursing, and digging her nails into his shoulders, Severus gasping and crying out as if in pain, it was so good to him. He gripped her waist reflexively and began driving up into the witch, meeting her down stroke, nearly driving the breath from the woman with his ardor . . . then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down against him, plunging into Hermione with abandon, hearing her cry out his given name for the first time.

”Shit! Severus! Severus!” Hermione shrieked as he lost it.

”You’re so good! Oh gods, god’s . . . fuck! Professor! Hermione!” Severus hissed, his eyes tightly closed a bit of blood on his lower lip from biting it too hard. He felt Hermione tighten and gush over him again, the witch keening.

Panting and wild with desire, Severus pushed her off of him and rolled the orgasming witch to her stomach, pulling her to her knees and moving behind her, standing on his feet, then crouching, his legs wide around her buttocks, pushing her knees tight together and gripping her waist with one hand and the base of his cock with the other, then driving into her tight sleeve with a curse as Hermione gasped.

Severus couldn’t remember what the hell the name of this position was or if it was in the Kama Sutra or Joy of Sex, but he loved it as he watched his penetration, Hermione’s cheeks rippling as he slammed against them, pumping as if his very life depended on filling every inch of her body. His hands slid up her back, and he grasped her shoulders, using them for leverage as he leaned back, thrusting, slamming, winding, possessing Hermione like a man gone mad.

And he had.

”Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Arrrgh . . . gods damn it!” the boy howled as he rode her slick body, Hermione’s voice like a whip. He slipped his long arms under hers and clasped his hands lightly around her neck, pulling her back in a sexual full nelson, still stroking, his face buried in her hair for a moment, before he found the gasping witch’s ear.

”Do you see me as a man now?” he groaned to the jerking witch. “Are you still an angry woman?”

”Oh fuck,” Hermione hissed, her hair in wet ringlets now, her body covered in sweat, turned on by the way the young wizard had her trapped against him.

”You’ll let me stay, won’t you? You’ll let me be your lover . . . Hermione. I deserve to be,” he breathed, “say yes! Tell me yes, Hermione. Yes!”

”Yesssss,” Hermione sighed, rewarded by several very hard, deep thrusts from the ecstatic wizard. She had agreed. She was his. All his.

But with that realization, everything came to a head for the wizard, his body once again giving over to the bliss that was the Potions mistress.

Severus suddenly stopped moving, shuddering against Hermione terribly before letting out a despairing howl and slamming into her so hard, she cramped, crying out as the wizard released inside her, hot burst after burst filling her as he released her and they both fell forward, Hermione face first in the pillow, Severus sprawled over her, his knees spread wide, his pulsing cock deflating inside her.

Both were completely soaked as they lay there gasping and gulping air like two fish out of water, sweat from Severus’ body still pouring over Hermione as he weakly kissed her shoulder.

”You’re mine now. You’ve said it,” he said to her softly. “I’m going to hold you to that, Hermione.”

”As long as you know that it’s only for as long as it works between us, Severus. It is not a life-long commitment. I am still too old for you,” she gasped back, feeling his soft kisses on her skin and the welcome weight of his lean body curled over her.

Severus gently pulled out of Hermione and fell to the side, pulling her against his hot body, wishing he had his wand so he could cool them off. In a minute, he’d go get it. But right now he had something to say to the woman in his arms.

”It’s going to work for a long time, Hermione, believe me,” he breathed, “a very, very long time.”

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A/N: Thanks for reading.