A Change of Venue

Chapter 9 ~ The Earth Moves

Lost to the feel of his lips, Hermione let her mouth slide down to the wizard’s chin and followed his jaw line, Severus leaning his head back and giving her access, his hand pressed to the back of her head, his eyes closed as her mouth moved over him, then groaning as she latched on to his Adam’s apple and felt it move reflexively under her lips. She felt him shudder slightly and pulled away from his mouth.

“I’d think you’d be used to this by now,” she said to him softly.

Severus opened his dark eyes.

“I’m not. I provided the pleasure in most cases,” he replied soberly, shifting Hermione in his arms so she leaned back, then unbuttoning the first two fasteners on her robes, pulling them apart so he could press his mouth to her neck.

Hermione sighed as he suckled it, her breath quickening as he traced a line of fire across her skin, his pale hands returning to her fasteners, opening them one by one as he returned to her mouth. Hermione could feel the air hit her skin, her nipples hardening instantly. Underneath her robes she wore only a lacy white bra with matching knickers. Severus pulled back and gently parted her robes, his eyes hot as they fell on her full breasts encased in the pretty fabric. Then he arched an eyebrow at her.

”White, Hermione?” Severus asked her silkily.

”I was going to wear red, but thought that a bit much,” she breathed back at him, shuddering as he ran one pale hand over the curve of her shoulder.

“Red,” the wizard repeated, “Tell me Hermione Granger, are you a devil posing as an angel?”

There was a slight smirk on his pale face as he questioned her.

”I think you already know from past experience, that I am no angel, Professor,” Hermione replied, her eyes practically glowing.

”Ah, but my past experiences with you witch were not in a setting such as this,” he purred at her, “This is much different than the occasional rule-breaking you were guilty of. The depths of your devilment have yet to be explored. If you are indeed an angel, however, I fear your pretty wings will be quite tarnished before this night is over.”

”You promise?” Hermione asked him naughtily.

”Oh yes. I promise, Hermione…and as you know I am a man of my word if nothing else,” Severus responded, pulling her robes downward revealing her torso in entirety, his hands once again moving over her shoulders.
“So soft. So…desirable,” he said in a near whisper.

”I bet you say that to all the witches,” Hermione said to him, her eyes half-lidded

“I do. But this time…I mean it,” the wizard purred back at her as he reached around and unclasped her bra, pulling it down her arms and removing it. He dropped it to the floor.

Bare-breasted now, Hermione felt a thrill as the dark wizard stared at her breasts, his eyes resting on the puckered brown nipples. The look on his face was hungry.

”You have lovely breasts,” he murmured, cupping one and squeezing it gently, Hermione letting out a little hiss at the contact of his palm.

Severus had a man’s hands, masculine hands, hands which spent years at meticulous work, slight burns and calluses on his fingertips giving silent voice to his true vocation. Yet they were long, strong and beautiful hands and now…now, she was their focus as they moved over her curves, caressing the swell of her breasts, swooping around her waist, smoothing up her back, the wizard petting her, watching Hermione sigh and arch like a cat as his hands moved over her skin.

Severus caught a whiff of her growing arousal, earthy, musky, his eyes narrowing slightly as his own arousal became more pronounced, his cock hardening quickly, his hands becoming more explorative, sliding lower, his fingertips slipping under the waistband of her knickers, Hermione gasping as they grazed her soft pubic hair.

”Let’s see how much I make…you…quake,” Severus said, laying Hermione across his lap, one arm supporting her shoulders as he covered her mouth again, his other hand slowly caressing her, starting at the witch’s collarbone and easing downward, sliding over her flesh as he possessed her mouth.

Hermione let out a whimper as he fondled her breasts gently, sliding his palm around their curves, flicking his fingertips over her sensitive nipples. She arched upward as his hand moved lower, rubbing her soft belly, Hermione panting into his mouth as the wizard’s touch brought her to an amazing height of pleasure.

Severus pulled back from her mouth so he could watch the undulating witch’s reaction as he slipped his hand beneath her knickers and let his long fingers slip between thighs, touching her moist, wet and sizzling core.

“Oh my gods!” Hermione cried out as the Potions Master parted her labia and began to rub her clit expertly, his eyes hot and appreciative as she pressed down, rolling her hips in pleasure.

”Don’t call on the gods…call on me,” he crooned at her, his voice rich with desire, “Severus Snape…the author of your blisssssss.”

He flicked a finger artfully, Hermione feeling as if she were going to break apart. Oh yes…the world was shaking.

”Severus…oh…oh…Severus,” Hermione hissed, her eyes tightly closed as Severus began kissing her again, his hand working furiously under her knickers, bringing Hermione wave after wave of almost unbearable pleasure thrummed through her body, the wizard’s tongue entwining with hers and sucking it out into his own hot orifice, winding and knotting about her, his lips covering hers.

Suddenly, Hermione felt the eruption burst, light seeming to flare behind her eyes as she heard her own voice from a distance, trembling powerfully, Severus voice silky, a verbal caress rich in counterpoint, purring at her, urging her forward over the precipice.

”Come for me, witch, let go and feel the world shatter,” he breathed into her ear as she quaked and whimpered.

”You beautiful, passionate creature,” Severus sighed, drawing his hand away and bringing it to his lips, tasting her release. He licked his lips and rose, carrying the still quaking witch in his arms to the door, her robes trailing.

”I believe another scenario is in order now,” he said to her softly, opening the door and striding through.

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Hermione was barely aware of passing door after door as Severus carried her back up the corridor to the first door on the right, opening it and walking through. It was the first room she had seen, with the four-poster bed, candlelight, shag carpet and black marble fireplace.

The wizard carried Hermione to the bed and gently placed her on the sheets, the witch’s eyelids slowly opening as she looked at him, tall and pale before her, his hair partially hiding his features. Her eyes were liquid and hungry. Severus removed her shoes, then her knickers, letting his hands slide down her legs deliciously as he did so, Hermione sighing at the contact. He then slid her open robes from underneath her shifting body, letting his eyes roam over her appreciatively before resting them on her face again.

”Desire…what a beautiful emotion,” Severus said softly as he began to slowly unbutton his robes, looking down on the witch, who was breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling.

The Potions Master took his time removing his robes, letting Hermione’s anticipation build. Unlike her, Severus was fully dressed in a white shirt and black trousers under his outer dress. Experience showed that witches appreciated a slow disrobing, and the wizard took his time. He removed his robes, then sat down out of reach near the end of the bed, taking off each boot and sock, neatly tucking them under the bed before applying himself to his cuffs, then the buttons of his shirt, sliding it over so Hermione could see his lean, muscular form, his strong back bearing the scars of his service to the Dark Lord. The wizard then stood and carried her clothing and his shirt over to a chair and laid the items over the back of it, then turned to Hermione and began to unbuckle his belt, the witch staring at him as if hypnotized. He drew the strap through the loop easily in one pull and also draped it over the chair.

“Almost the moment of truth,” he said to the silent witch, his pale torso bathed in the warm candlelight as he unfastened his trousers, pulled them down and stepped out of them, revealing greatly tented black boxers riding high up his thighs because of the strength and length of his erection.

“Oh my gods,” Hermione breathed as she looked at him. Whatever was under those boxers was barely restrained.

”You are calling on the gods quite a bit, tonight,” Severus said, approaching the bed and climbing in, sidling close to the naked witch, “I would prefer if you stuck to my name. I will be the only one capable of showing you any mercy. The gods rarely interfere in matters such as this. More than likely they just enjoy…the show.”

Hermione’s eyes were unabashedly resting on the wizard’s loins and the huge extension ballooning his boxers.

”Now you get an inkling as to why no witch concentrates on my face,” he purred at her, his lip quirking slightly, “They find my other ‘head’ far more…interesting.”

Then, he lowered his boxers, Hermione letting out a gasp as the “main qualification” of his vocation as a former gigolo bounced boldly into view.

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A/N: Another short chappie. Hope ya’ll enjoyed it. Slow buildup…but the quake is around the corner. Thanks for reading.