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Explorations	By : dainty_morsel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 9455 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The following is purely Porn without Plot. It may one day develop into something more, but for the moment, it's unashamed smut.

As such, I hope you like it.

"How does it feel?" Hermione's question was muffled by the pillow, but with her mouth pressed so close to his ear, there was no way Severus could misunderstand her.

"Tight," he answered. "Incredibly tight." Realising that this first foray into anal play had robbed him of his usual eloquence, he tried again. "And hot. You're smooth as silk," he added. "I can feel my thumb moving in your cunt."

Hermione pressed her face against his neck, her breath coming in uneven pants. The occasional mewl that escaped her lips only served to drive him to distraction. Severus tried to keep his touch gentle, tried to maintain the leisurely pace that seemed to be driving her wild, but it was having a similar effect on him.

"Fuck," she whispered, bucking against his hand.

Severus had to stop sometimes and remind himself that this was all real. That this wasn't some fantasy cooked up ion his feverish, frustrated dreams, but that the glorious, beautiful witch half-knelt, half-draped across him, was actually his. Every day it amazed him that she had chosen him above all others, and that she was willing to give herself up to his sordid desires and turn them into something almost sacred.

It was a sultry July afternoon. The heat wave had made them both lethargic, and in a rare fit of self-indulgence, they had abandoned any more cerebral pursuits in favour of a nap. Hermione had shed her robes in an effort to keep cool and Severus had been unable to prevent his hands from wandering.

It was far too hot to lie in one another's arms. Instead, they had lain side by side, stroking each other idly. Often, such explorations would end in each finding relief at their own hand. There was something so sweetly erotic about masturbating in front of someone else while watching as they pleased themselves in turn. It felt simultaneously sinful and yet pleasantly playful, like they were young virgins, playing at love, all shy glances and tentative touches.

This time, however, Hermione had knelt over him and guided his fingers to her core. She had been hot, hotter than even the blistering summer's heat would suggest, and already wet. He wasn't sure which of them had initiated that first move into previously forbidden territory, but neither had pulled away and now his finger was sliding slowly back and forth within her tight rosebud, in time with the unconscious rhythm of her hips, .

She was tight, but the word didn't really do the sensation justice. His finger was now past the second knuckle, as far inside her as it was possible to reach in their current position. Severus felt his own hips flex as he imagined breaching that incredible tightness with his cock. How far would he reach then?

Gods.

The room was silent, save the breath whistling heavily through his nostrils, and Hermione's intoxicating mewls of pleasure and want.

"How does it feel for you?" he managed at last.

"I'm not sure," she answered between pants, holding herself up on her arms. The new angle made it possible to slide more deeply inside. "Good, I think."

"You're so wet," he whispered, his voice hushed with awe as his thumb slicked through her folds. It was true, his thumb was glistening with her arousal, yet she seemed to grow wetter with each fumbling pass of his digits.

She collapsed back against his chest, her arse raised obscenely, like some lewd pagan offering. Severus found himself wishing for a mirror so that he could watch his finger sink inside her. Wishing that she might scramble forward so that he could lathe her soft breasts with his tongue and savour the salty sweetness of her sweat. His entire body seemed to ache for hers and he knew that she was more than ready for him to push her down onto the mattress and fuck her sweet, hot cunt, but this cautious, maddening moment was too perfect to lose.

Severus wondered if it would be possible for her to come like this. Her body seemed to be winding itself tighter and tighter, yet there was no hint of impending orgasm. More likely was his own embarrassment; he wasn't certain that he had ever been aroused by so little contact before. He could already feel the precome beading beneath his foreskin, his cock painfully hard despite having been neglected throughout their tentative explorations.

As if hearing his thoughts, Hermione shifted her weight so that she could reach down and grasp him in her damp hand. Her touch was erratic and Severus knew she was finding it impossible to draw the focus of her attention away from the twin invasion of her body. Distracted as she was, the additional sensation still threatened to break his fragile control.

Oblivious to his struggle, Hermione mouthed at his skin, allowing her teeth to scrape lightly against his chest.

"Try another finger," she prompted, huskily.

Slowly – too slowly to judge by the impatient noises she made – Severus allowed his index finger to slide free before bringing his middle finger to play. He crossed his fingers slight, trying to narrow the point of penetration. To his surprise, her body allowed his access to the first knuckle, although she gasped at the sensation. Her hand tightened convulsively around his cock, but she gave up any pretence of stroking him, her attention now trained solely upon his fingers. Severus pushed gently, feeling her body give way. He had the strangest feeling that she were somehow melting around him, her body slowly drawing him in.

His cock tightened further.

With two fingers inside her fundament, it was impossible to ignore the tight bands of muscle that gripped at him. Severus thrust lightly against her hand, trying to relieve the almost painful pressure that was building in his groin. He knew that anal sex was not only a possibility but a reality for many people, but he just could not imagine what it would be like have his cock held in that vicelike grip.

Again, his sweet siren seemed to understand his desires even before he could fully admit to them himself. She stroked his cock gently, sliding his foreskin back to expose the dewy, plump head of his prick, then down again. Then, with slightly more force, she pumped him, two, three times in quick succession, causing him to hiss.

"Do you want to try?" she asked, the breathless quality of her voice leaving him in no doubt as to what she meant.

"Yes," he heard himself answer, his voice heavy with gratitude and lust. "Yes, please."

She held out a hand for the lubricant. Summoned wordlessly, it sped from its bedside drawer to slap lightly against her palm.

It was with some reluctance that Severus withdrew his fingers from her, missing the intimacy and the warmth. The lubricant was cold on his fingers, but Hermione didn't even seem to notice when his hand returned. He penetrated her easily this time, slipping to the knuckle and then beyond, twisting his wrist to add to the gentle stretch.

Hermione's eyes slid closed, the lube all but forgotten in her hand, as her lips moved silently in time with each thrust. Severus felt a trickle of moisture slide over thumb to slick his palm and felt his mouth dry at the understanding that his little witch was aroused beyond measure. When she finally managed to raise her eyelids, her eyes were almost liquid with lust.

Returning her attention to the tube in her hands, she tried to concentrate as she smeared the slick potion to his cock, watching in fascination as it bobbed under her touch. His heavy bollocks were already drawn up towards his body. Gently, she eased them back down, attempting to prolong their hesitant explorations.

Sliding a leg over him, she straddled him.

The tip of his cock followed the natural curve of her body and pressed against the slick opening of her pussy. Severus watched as, with herculean effort, Hermione resisted the urge to slide down, drawing him inside her. She had told him many times how she loved the feeling of him buried inside her cunt, especially at this angle, but tonight was about something different.

Moving forward slight, Hermione bore down again, this time holding him so that the head of his cock met the virgin territory of her anus. Then, carefully, she let her weight carry her down.

"Slowly, sweetheart," Severus warned through gritted teeth, as he breached her almost painful tightness. "Take your time."

She smiled fleetingly, distractedly, and Severus could see her tempering the urge to press down firmly with her natural caution. The need to thrust upwards was almost overwhelming, but Severus willed himself into unnatural stillness, not daring any movement that might risk her discomfort.

She took maybe another half an inch.

"How does it feel?" Severus was surprised at how level his voice sounded, even as sweat beaded his forehead. The pressure was unreal and it was through sheer force of will that he was managing to hold back.

"I'm not sure," she answered again. That words were failing her just added to the surreal, almost overwhelming experience. He had never known her have trouble expressing herself before, but the afternoon had seen the both of them reduced to pants and moans. "It burns a little."

She pressed again, but it seemed that she simply couldn't take any more of him inside her. The rings of muscle were just too tight.

"The angle," she muttered.

Had Severus not been teetering on the brink of orgasm, he would have been amused to hear the disappointment in her voice. His little perfectionist was not used to failure.

She moved forward, allowing his cock to spring free. Severus used the opportunity to centre himself, guiding Hermione onto her side so that he could hold her damp body close. She refused to lie stilly in his arms, though, reaching for his hand and guiding him back to the curve of her arse.

Unable to deny either of them, Severus returned to stretching her gently with his fingers, adding even more of the chilly lubricant. Instinctively, he hooked her leg over his, and found that much of the pressure was reduced.

She rolled her hips against his fingers, her breath speeding up once more. "Again," she whispered. "Go on."

In this position, Severus controlled the pace, pushing the head of his cock passed the first band of muscle with ease. He swore, gripping her hip tightly as he fought the urge to surge forward into her exquisite, infuriating body

"Oh!" Hermione gasped at the sensation, finally becoming still. At this angle, his penetration was far easier, and Severus knew she could feel him already sliding further inside. Her hands gripped the sheets and Severus found himself reluctant to continue when he could not see her face.

"Let me know if it's too much," he begged her, unable to entirely stop the motion of his hips.

She rocked against him in response. "Don't stop," she hissed, knuckles white. "Don't stop."

Severus withdrew slightly, then eased forward again. Although not fully buried inside her, each short thrust carried him slightly deeper than before.

It struck him then that this was a first for both of them. Each was as nervous and as excited as the other, each as caught up in the overwhelming, alien sensations. Severus was sweating freely now while Hermione was making a noise he had never heard before, somehow throaty and whining both at once.

Suddenly it was all too much and the tension at the base of his spine gave way. His orgasm rushed over him with such sudden force that for a moment the world turned white with the heat of it. His hips flexed of their own accord as his balls drew up and prick pulsed with each furious burst of release.

The notion that he was coming inside her arse – buggering her – only intensified the feeling until Severus was dizzy with almost interminable pleasure. When the spasms finally past he looked down to where they were connected, fixing the image in his mind.

He had barely made it two thirds of the way inside her.

Severus wanted to take care of her, cosset her and make sure that she was alright. Most of all, he wanted to bring her to the sort of earth shattering climax that his premature release had denied her, but his limbs were too heavy to move. His once dextrous fingers were clumsy and his eyelids seemed determined to slide closed.

Hermione had no such reservations. Twisting to lie on her back, she brought her knees up and began to stroke furiously at her clit, her eyes screwed shut. With supreme effort, Severus brought his hand up to stroke her soaked pussy. His thumb slipped slickly back inside leaving his fingers free to slide through the lubricant and semen seeping between her arse cheeks.

His, he thought hazily, uncertain if her was referring to the woman beside him or the irrefutable evidence of their coupling, or perhaps both. His thoughts may have been uncertain, but his body evidently understood, his spent cock twitching greedily at the notion.

He watched mutely as Hermione pushed herself towards completion, following the familiar rise of her orgasm. The blush staining her cheeks spread to her chest and her nipples peaked tightly. Her breath started to catch in her chest and her head turned from side to side on the pillow as if she was searching for something and then, suddenly, she was flying apart. She came silently, but Severus felt each heavy contraction of her cunt as her climax overwhelmed her. Her shoulders left the bed as her body juddered and her toes curled.

Finally she cried out, a wordless sound of complete surrender.

Utterly spent, her knees gave way and her legs dropped back onto the mattress. Deep shivers ran through her, causing her breasts to quiver

"You're trembling," he murmured.

She turned, pressing her face into his chest, gripping him weakly. Gathering her up into his arms, Severus could feel the tremors run through her, like tiny aftershocks. She felt as if she might be fighting back tears, but when she pulled away to face him, her eyes were dry and full of light.

"We can try that again," she announced.
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