The Burning Pen

In An Alternate Universe Someplace
by Ruth Solomon aka Ms_Figg

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CHAPTER 16

Chapter 16 ~ Talented

Hermione had been a bit shocked when Severus scooped her up and deposited her into the bed, but at least he hadn’t leapt on top of her, instead lying to the side and kissing her hungrily. One hand slowly slid up her right arm, caressing it gently until he reached her wrist, then he clasped it and stopped kissing her, lifting his head and drawing the palm of her hand to his lips, his eyes closing with pleasure.

”I’ve always loved your hands, Professor,” he said to her softly as he kissed her fingertips, lingering over the small calluses and slight shiny burns. He took three of them into his mouth, sucking on them gently. Hermione felt a little pulse that threatened to curl her toes. How could the boy sucking on her fingers cause that kind of response?

“They’re always so sure when you’re brewing, so . . . meticulous. It’s like they’d never make a mistake,” Severus breathed, slipping his tongue between her digits. It felt good, but strange.

Hermione shuddered and pulled her hand away.

“You’re too young to get so freaky,” she said to him, “No more hand play.”

Severus smirked down at her.

“But you liked it. I felt you shudder,” he said softly, his black eyes resting on her face, one pale hand slipping to her waist and caressing her side. He certainly liked touching her, and he had a gentle touch. She had expected him to do quite a bit of groping. His hand moved over her hip and down her thigh, then back again.

”Never mind about that,” she snapped, a bit disconcerted he was so observant and knew what she liked. But Severus Snape learned much by observation. It was ingrained in him. “Let’s just get on with this.”

”As you wish, Professor,” he purred, once again kissing her hungrily, losing himself in her taste, scent and carefully mounting her body. Hermione couldn’t help but sigh as the boy began to kiss, lick and suck on every bit of skin she had, his mouth moving over her throat, shoulders and arms, once again getting hold of her fingers, but quickly moving on before she complained.

But Hermione wasn’t complaining as his lips and hands moved over her body, his lean form moving against her sensually as he slipped lower, kissing, suckling and nipping her breasts until everything took on a dreamlike quality and the only thing that felt real was his worship of her body. He did take his time. It was as if he was consuming something delicious and didn’t want to eat the meal too quickly.

Severus moved down her body in small increments, at her belly now, kissing her soft, flesh, caressing her hips and thighs, reveling in the warmth of her skin beneath his palms. He had her. He had his professor, and if this were to be the only time he would be with her this way, he was going to enjoy it and make it last as long as possible. He groaned as her body undulated under his attentions, the witch’s hands slipping into his hair, massaging his scalp, then over his strong shoulders. Gods, her touch felt wonderful and he knew it was because she was responding to him, liking what he was doing, and he applied himself even more ardently as he moved lower, nostrils flaring as he caught the scent of her arousal. He pushed himself lower, kissing the tops of her thighs, his dark eyes resting on the curling hair that protected her sex. His mouth watered and he slid lower, gently pushing Hermione’s legs apart.

He must have gotten it right. She didn’t attempt to push him away at all. He looked up at the witch. Her face was red and her eyes half-closed as she shifted her body anxiously. Damn, she looked good enough to eat . . .

”Professor, bend your legs a little,” he breathed up at her, still kissing her thighs so the magic occurring between them on a physical level wouldn’t die.

Hermione registered what he said and obliged the young wizard, who drew in a breath as he clearly saw her delicate, pink core, moist with arousal, the clit filled with blood. Remembering the Kama Sutra, he gently caught the labia between his two fingers and pressed them together over her clit, then sucked on them like a lower lip, Hermione buckling a bit and making small surprised noises. Oh she tasted so good.

This was called the “Quivering Kiss” and Severus realized how it got its name as Hermione’s thighs did indeed quiver.

“What? What are you doing?” the witch grasped at the young wizard as he kissed her lower lips ardently.

”Quivering Kiss,” he breathed, then releasing his fingers, used his nose to part her, Hermione squealing as his tongue probed her, his nose, lips and chin slowly circling, stimulating the witch so she bucked. Severus wrapped his arms around her thighs to hold her steady as he applied the Jihva-Bhramanaka or “Circling Tongue.”

Hermione arched up against his mouth, her hands pressing his head down into her softness.

“Damn!” the witch hissed, lifting her head to look down on him. All she could see was the top of his silky black hair and his head rolling sensuously. A pulse of pleasure shot through her and her head dropped back down, the witch panting, her mouth dropping open as her eyes closed.

No one this boy’s age should be able to eat pussy this good. Saying he was “talented” didn’t even begin to cover it. But Severus had fantasized about this enough and knew just how he wanted to do it, when he did it, and even practiced his tongue movements on a few dried figs. He was quite committed.

Now, all his preparations were paying off and his confidence growing as Hermione responded powerfully to him. He could make his next move now.

Suddenly Severus rose to his knees, his eyes hot as he looked down on her body, his face glistening slightly. Hermione looked up at him.

”What . . .” she said softly, then let out a cry as Severus hoisted her hips up, sitting back on his heels and placing her legs on his shoulders and pulling her upward so her core was at his mouth, then stuck his tongue inside her as deep as it would go, and began whirling it.

“OH SHIT!” Hermione cried out, grasping the bed with both hands as the wizard stirred her, then began to suck, kiss and nibble on her clit. This was a combination of the “Chushita” and “Bahuchushita.”

Hermione writhed as the boy held her steady, losing himself in her taste, holding on to her tightly. Severus was strong and didn’t lose his grip or his focus as he brought her to the heights, Hermione hurling obscenities at him, trying to reach him with one clawed hand, but not to stop him, believe that.

Suddenly the witch stiffened, and Severus was rewarded with a huge gush of release before she began to tremble, the young wizard drinking every bit of her ambrosia down. He’d done it. He made her orgasm. His heart was pounding as he thirstily swallowed the gift given. Oh gods, this was so amazing.

Hermione felt completely boneless as the young wizard gently lowered her back to the bed and climbed over her, resting his body on top of hers and kissing her, sharing her flavor before licking the perspiration from her temples, then looking down at her, letting out a very satisfied sigh.

”That was great,” he said to Hermione with a smile.

She looked up at him. Great? Gods, he was so young. An older wizard would have found a better word to express his delight. But Hermione seriously doubted an older wizard could have done a better job of it. So, it was a fair trade-off.

“It was . . . fair,” she replied, still quivering a bit. That had been some climax.

”I’ll get better at it,” he said to her, a bit hopefully.

Hermione didn’t say anything to this. This was just a one-time tryst with the boy. She didn’t want to get his hopes up that it would be anything more. One time . . . to save his life. But, at least she was getting something out of it.

Severus began kissing her again, hoisting himself forward so his cock rested against her core, then he began grinding into her gently, making little groans as she oiled him up. His kisses became more frenzied as he became more excited, pressing down into the witch hard as she helplessly pressed back, an ache between her thighs. Damn, if he was this good now . . . what would he be like when he reached full adulthood?

Finally he pulled away from her mouth.

”I can’t wait to be inside you, Professor,” he breathed down at the panting witch. “I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me. Can I do it now? Please?”

His eyes were both hot and pleading, his pale face contorted with desire.

”Yes, but remember what I told you,” Hermione said to him.

All that registered to Severus was the “yes” part.

Hermione let out another surprised cry as the wizard once again rose to his knees and quickly hooked her legs over his shoulders, spreading her wide under him.

”This is called the ‘Yawning Position,’” he breathed, staring down at the very accessible juncture of her thighs and grasping the base of his erection.

”Shit,” Hermione thought as he leaned forward slightly, resting one hand on the bed by her head and aiming for his target.

He certainly knew how he wanted to do this.

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A/N: Mmmm. Yummy Severus! Lol. Even in an Alternate Universe at eighteen years old, he’s still a god. Lolol. Thanks for reading

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