“First things first, Hermione,” Severus chided her, speaking somewhat dryly. “There is another reason why you are down here on a Thursday night. To ensure that the Veritamoria does not wear off through neglect. We missed last night’s opportunity. I will not have our precautions delayed another hour, let alone another night.”
She blinked up at him. He lifted an eyebrow when she didn’t say anything, then released his hands from behind his back. Raising the left one, he ghosted his finger over her cheek. Sampling her sub-thoughts.
[…I see. So you liked the way I said that, did you?]
{I liked the implication of your impatience to make love with me,} Hermione corrected. Then winced slightly and gave him a lopsided smile. {Veritamoria be damned for my being so
honest…but, well, a lady likes to know when a gentleman is interested in her.}
He turned toward her, away from the window. Both hands shifted to cup her jawline, lifting her head a little. His own descended, curtaining out her view of the room as his shoulderlength locks swung forward. [And what if I don’t want to be a gentleman?]
Her heart skipped a beat, dropping for one instant all the way down into her loins, before bouncing back.
[…Mmm, I felt that,] he breathed into her mind, his mouth hovering half a wand-width above her own. [So many sub-thoughts to choose from… Shall I kiss you sweetly?] he offered, teasing her lips with the faintest brush of his own, feeling the anticipation building inside of both of them before shifting one hand into the thick curls at the back of her head. [Or should I dominate you…] he offered in a silky, mental drawl, tightening his fingers in her hair until it was just painful enough to stimulate her, […until you scream with your pleasure?]
Lust shuddered through her blood, weakening her limbs. Her eyes drifted shut as his teeth nipped lightly at her bottom lip. {Damned Pavlovian response to that damned, mesmerizing voice of
yours…}
He laughed into her mouth as he kissed her, a combination of tender strokes, punishing nips, and amused little puffs of air. A turn of her head, and he nibbled on the curve of her ear. Hermione groaned and wrapped her arms around him, even going so far as to twine her calf behind his in the urge to get closer, though her school robes were getting in her way. Until she heard his sub-
thought. Without giving herself time to think about what she was doing—and thus tip him off— she twisted and wrenched, toppling both of them with a judo throw to the carpet in front of the windows.
Hermione wasn’t sure who was more surprised; him for being pinned, or her that it worked. Severus grunted when she landed on top of him, then frowned when she caught his wrists and forced them and the wand he gripped down, manacling it to the floor. Since her hands were pressing down against his sleeves, he had to resort to words. “—Whatever was that for?” “You’re not getting anywhere with me, until you teach me that damned Disrobing Charm!” she warned him with a silky growl of her own as he stared up at her, bemused. “I mean it, Severus!” He sighed, closing his eyes. “Not right now—neither of us have enough spare garments on hand,” he added as she drew in a breath to countermand him. “Until you’ve mastered the Charm, it’s best to not use clothes you actually want to be able to wear again, afterwards. I’ll go into Hogsmeade this weekend and pick up some old things from the Secondhand Wands shop. We’ll practice Saturday. Or on Sunday. One of those two days—I promise, I’ll teach it to you this weekend, Hermione,” he vowed firmly when she shook her head skeptically. “Now, are you going to let me up, or do I have to start taking House-points off, for pinning your teacher in such an undignified, if highly effective, maneuver?”
“Only if you give me more points than you take away, for successfully pinning you,” she bartered somewhat recklessly.
He snorted. “Try again, Miss Granger. That’s hardly a sufficient inducement.”
She thought for a moment, then offered, “Alright… Twenty points to Gryffindor for flipping and pinning you successfully…and fifty demerits for the indignity of it.”
That made him frown at her. “Whyever would you want your House to lose thirty…oh.
Demerits.”
“Mm-hmm.” Her smile felt quite salacious. In fact, it probably looked a lot like her cat, Crookshanks, whenever he’d caught a garden gnome during her many summertime visits to the Burrow, residence of the Weasley family. She even licked her lips, to further entice him.
It didn’t take him long to ponder that offer. “—Accepted. Twenty points to Gryffindor for your successful application of, what did you say those lessons were in, earlier? Ah, yes, I remember. For the successful application of judo…and sixty demerits, my little slave, for daring to try and dominate your Master.”
She bit her lower lip on a soft, whimpering moan at the unbargained increase, recalling the pleasure he had given her while spanking her, the other two times they’d played this game. He rolled her unresisting body onto her back, bracing himself over her with his left hand as he moved with her. With his right hand, he levelled his wand at her and whispered the words of the Disrobing Charm, sending her clothes to their usual place under the Encyclopedia-laden coffee table. A moment of thought, and he sent his own clothes as well.
[It would be wonderful to order you to strip me, one garment at a time, as I punished you for your
transgressions,] Severus murmured as she arched her body up against his, enjoying the sudden
impatient for such leisurely play, right now.] Rolling off of her, he kept contact with a touch on
her arm. [Kneel over my face, slave! Cunt to my lips, and mouth to my prick!] {Yes, Master!}
Her enthusiasm quickly shifted them into place. Lifting his wand, Severus ordered, “Accio pillow! Accio paddle!” A cushion shot off the couch, allowing him to pull it under his head to lift it closer into range. The paddle came next from where he had left it on the coffee table, and he charmed it as he had before. “Alapat glutea!”
Hermione whimpered involuntarily as her lips pressed kisses to his turgid shaft, doing so even before the paddle swung itself into position over her posterior. She gasped outright when the patented side smacked into her right buttock. “Thank you, Master, that was one!” she panted out loud. It smacked again, this time on the left nether-cheek. “Thank you, Master, that was two!” [I did not give you permisson to begin counting,] Severus warned her sternly. [Twenty more
demerits for daring to presume where my intentions are concerned.]
{I’m sorry, Master!} she quickly apologized, wincing as the paddle smacked her again. {Shall I
start counting now? Or…at your pleasure?}
[At my pleasure,] he informed her coolly, though his sub-thoughts were quite hot. His hands flexed, gripping her hips, pulling her back onto his face. [You will not commence counting until I
decide you are wet enough to start—Merlin’s Balls, you’re very wet, already!]
She laughed at his started exclamation, then gasped as the paddle smacked her again. {Wet, am I?
Gee, I wonder who got—ah!—me that way?}
[And another ten demerits, for teasing me,] he said as he licked her dewy slit. [Oh, goddess,
heaven…I think I’ve discovered the Ancient Greek source of ambrosia, the food of the gods…mmm! Commence counting, slave! Cum on my lips!]
She did. Right then and there. It wasn’t an overly huge or long orgasm, but it did shiver through her body, from thrown-back head to scrunched-up toes. “Ohhhhh god! Thank you, lord and master, that was one!”
Severus redoubled his efforts. [Suck my prick every other stroke!—Wait, apply the Perineum
Charm, first,] he ordered her, passing his wand down to her. [I want this to last…]
A tap from the wand tip, and she sucked his hard shaft, inhaling it into her mouth as her nether- cheeks jiggled from the force of another pink-blooming stroke. It came from the hovering paddle whacking her delicious flesh a mere inch from his forehead and nose. Each meaty smack was an aphrodisiac for both their ears, as were his hungry grunts of pleasure and her breathy whimpers and moans, alternating with frantic sucks of his prick.
She was somewhere near thirty-seven when he had his first dry orgasm, while she was already working on her third. At fifty-three, Severus prodded the paddle to flip randomly between the smooth, hard patent side and the soft, thickly furred side, since her backside was beginning to sting painfully. At seventy, he had her knee up higher, tilting her pelvis to expose her mons as he leaned his head back. “Alapat veneris!”
The shiny side of the paddle struck her glistening nether-curls. Severus smirked as she yelped, enjoying second-hand the tingling pain emphasizing the pleasure. He accented it by occasionally quested a finger through her reddening, sensitized folds. When she stopped counting at ninety, he decided to reward her. A murmur of, “Vibrato,” and he applied the tip of his now buzzing finger to her clit, between the ongoing swats of the paddle.
Her screams of pleasure were music to his ears, her climaxes firing his blood and shuddering through his body in dry convulsions of his own. He hadn’t done this since their first night together—it always made his finger tingle uncomfortably, afterwards—but he was gratified by her instant response. And grateful they were so far underground. One of the swats from the paddle caught his digit; Severus quickly dismissed both the vibration spell and the hovering paddle, pulled her hips down, and buried his face in her essence. Devouring her damp flesh. She choked, her cries shifting to feral growls. The urgent need in her sub-thoughts echoed his own rising desire. Pushing her down along his body, Severus sat up and shifted so that he knelt behind her writhing, panting figure, impatient himself for something else.
The first thrust was heaven, the second nirvana, the rest a gallop through all the other blessed afterlife possibilities. Hermione knew he could still smell her juices smeared all over his mouth and nose, knew the incredible pleasure he derived from licking as much of it from his skin as he could while he pounded into her tight wetness at the same time. The slapping of the paddle had been replaced by the slapping of their flesh, increasing their mutual pleasure.
Around his fourth dry orgasm after penetrating her, when she was a quivering mess in his grip, sobbing with pleasure, she felt him shift and grab for his wand, dismissing the charm holding him back. To her near-mindless surprise, he didn’t climax immediately. Not for several more thrusts, takingh his time, angling carefully and thrusting against her g-spot, wringing every last drop of her own orgasms out of her, convulsing her flesh around him with a feral groan. Only then did he shudder and shout, bucking into her, rocking her body with each ragged, convulsive thrust. For a long moment, he rested inside of her, still and quiet save for their matched, ragged panting. Then his hips ground deliberately against hers, and he slowly began thrusting again, still hard, still ready for more. She moaned, tossing her head weakly where it dangled between her stiffly braced arms. He pulled out of her, making her moan a second time in protest. Pushing her around, onto her back, centering her head on the abandoned settee cushion, Severus slid into her again, weighting her down with his body as he feasted in slow, suckling kisses on her neck.
[God, I’d forgotten how I could stay hard after the first climax with concentration, at this age…
How do you like my being in my physical prime, Hermione?]
{You want…me…to think?} she demanded weakly, eyes rolling up in her head as he ground into her, mashing her sensitized clitoris with his groin. {—Oh god, yes!}
He laughed, both in her ear and in her head. [Just imagine what I was like back when I was at my
sexual prime, around the age of twenty-two…] The accompanying sub-thought, of walking around
almost constantly with a hard-on, having to wear tight pants under his wizarding robes to conceal his sexual eagerness, tipped her right over the edge into another shuddering orgasm. Especially when he added, [But no pussy I ever kissed at that age could compare to yours, my little pet. Nor
how much I love to ‘stroke’ you.]
Her head arched back, her moan rising into a rapturous keen as he indeed ‘stroked’ her, and stroked her very well. Chuckling as he did so. With a tiny corner of her mind that wasn’t
wrapped up in having a seizure of pleasure, Hermione noted that he wan’t able to laugh for very long. Indeed, Severus turned very serious, and very determined to prolong her ecstasy.
[…That’s right,] he answered her sub-thought as she came down from the shuddering heights of another orgasm. [A woman should experience four or five climaxes for every single one a man
should enjoy. On average,] he clarified his philosophy. [However, I have no intention of ever being an ‘average’ lover. Do you have a problem with that?]
{Yeah,} she panted. That arched his brow. She managed a smile. {I want to be on top, this
time.}
[Your wish is my command,] he agreed, rolling both of them over. Hermione tugged the cushion under his head, then braced her hands on his lean chest, his skin flushed with the exertions of their lovemaking from its usual pallid sallow to an almost peach-flesh color.
Gripping his flanks with her thighs, Hermione sat up a little more, impaling herself slowly, rhythmically on his thickness. Her fingertips circled the sensitive skin of his nipples as she continued their conversation. {What if I want to give you multiple orgasm for every one of mine?} [I’d probably die of a heart-attack. Or fail you after only a few times,] he responded. [Even with
a body in its prime, I can only discharge a few times before I’m milked dry. And you may be thinking about the perineum charm,] he added, catching her hands and kissing her fingers, pulling
them away from the ticklish sensitivity of his nipples, [but it cannot be used that frequently, that
intensely. Not for more than half a dozen orgasms at most. Constant reliance on the charm can lead to priapism, continuous erection.]
{Wouldn’t that be a good thing?} she enquired, stilling for a moment as she focused more on her curiosity.
[No, it most definitely would not.] At her puzzled sub-thought, he explained. [I’m not referring to
the natural, constant randiness of a young man in his late teens to early twenties. I’m referring to the inability to deflate. As in, the inability to ejaculate. The inability to achieve release in more than one manner.]
{Eww. That doesn’t sound pleasant,} she commiserated.
[And I sincerely hope I never suffer from it,] he agreed. Shifting his hands to her hips, he pulled her down more snugly around him. [Squeeze me with those muscles of yours. Please? I want to
feel you imprisoning me again,] Severus coaxed, studying her through slitted eyes. [I want…damned Veritamoria…I want to feel you dominating me, for once.]
Hermione gave him a bemused look, uncertainty radiating from her sub-thoughts. [If you even can,] he added, challenging her deliberately.
She considered it, then lifted her chin slightly. Defiantly. {No. I’m not in the mood.}
And squeezed herself around him, even as he started to frown. His eyes drifted shut on a soft groan as she did it a second, deliberate time.
{I’ll give you pleasure, Sev, but I’m not in the mood to dominate you. Not while I’m still enjoying
the smarting feeling of all that paddling you gave my bum.}
A smile curved the edge of his mouth as he circled the tips of his fingers over the curves of her hips, making her shiver at the tickling touch. [You are a perverse creature, Hermione Granger.] {Flattery will get you nowhere,} she quipped, squeezing him again. {Cup my breasts, and thumb
my nipples!} she ordered him firmly.
His eyes opened to slits. […I thought you just said you didn’t want to dominate me. Now you’re
daring to order me around?]
She gave him a smug, arch look. {Yes. On my terms, Severus Sebastian Snape. Now, caress and
stimulate my breasts, or I’ll take House-points off of Slytherin. I can do that, you know, as the Head Girl.}
[…You sneaky little witch,] he praised her, cupping and lifting her breasts with his palms. [Did
the Sorting Hat ask you if you’d rather be in Gryffindor, or in Slytherin?]
{Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, actually,} she corrected him smugly. {Or hadn’t you guessed how
smart I am, by now?}
He rolled his eyes. [Spare me the false humility…]
Smiling, she squeezed around him again. {You know, it’s kind of fun to watch you flinch, when I
do this. Especially when you’re happy about it at the same time.}
[I look forward to our experimentation with the Polyjuice Potion, at the end of the month. Once
I’m you and you’re me, I will endeavor to show you exactly what that does to a man.] Wriggling
his fingers, he teased her breasts, massaging them and lightly nipping their turgid peaks. [Oh, yes,
and we mustn’t forget the knickerless experiment with jeans with a metal zipper…]
{Promises, promises.} Undulating her hips, she rode him slowly, closing her eyes so she could enjoy the sensations a little more.
[Goddess, you’re beautiful,] Severus murmured, staring up at her face, with the curve of her lashes brushing her cheeks, the smile that hovered around her full lips, her enjoyment of her own sensuality stamped almost unconsciously throughout her whole body, from the expression on her face to the graceful way she moved, straddling him. Her eyes snapped open, their light brown depths staring down at him in wonder. He felt a blush staining his cheeks, and added defensively, [Well, you are. I’d never admit it out loud, of course, but it is undeniable that, in this moment, you
are a manifestation of the Goddess in Her aspect of youthful lover.]
Hermione blinked at him. {Y ou’re pagan?}
[I’m agnostic. I don’t subscribe to any one particular religion, since most of the trappings and
rituals are about as important as wearing an orange robe to support the Chudley Cannons, versus a blue robe to support the Edinburgh Bludgers—it’s all just Quidditch, in the end,] he told her,
surprising her a little with the philosophy. [Only the rules, the players, and the moves they make
are truly important. As for the others out there, you’ll find that a number of people in the wizarding world are pagan, and a number are Anglican, some even combine aspects of both in