The Burning Pen

A Looping of the Scales by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 55

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Chapter 55 ~ Non-Academic Activities

Hermione locked her mouth to Severus’ as she manipulated his cock, running her finger up and down it like it was a flute as Snape panted and groaned into her mouth. She pulled back from him long enough to spit into her hand, then reapplied her manipulations or his organ, fisting it gently and twisting her hand.

”Hermione,” Snape groaned, “Oh, that’s—that’s so—“

”Good?” she whispered against his lips as he jerked and shuddered in response.

”Yes. When—when are you going to—you know—your mouth?”

”I want you to get used to my hand first. My mouth might be too much for you right now.”

”No, no, it won’t. It will be soft and warm and—I can take it. I promise you.”

Snape’s eyes were pleading and he kissed her again, hungrily, willing her to go down on him. He just had to know what it felt like.

”Please, Hermione,” he begged as he began to harden again. Hermione stopped wanking him, a wicked look in her eyes. Snape felt the entire world had stopped moving as the pleasure ceased. He was so turned on. How could she stop?

”Please what?” she asked him, her hand still clasped around his erection.

”Please do it,” Snape sighed, his eyes wet with desire as he looked at her.

”Do what?”

“Fellatio.”

Hermione grinned at the randy wizard.

”No, we’re not going to use that term. Say plainly what you want, Severus. I want to hear you say something dirty. Dirty words are appropriate during sex. I don’t want textbook references. I get enough of that language when I’m studying. If you want me to do it, you have to say it. Say it.”

Snape blinked at her, his body aching for her touch. Okay, if that was what she wanted—

“Suck my cock, Hermione,” he breathed. “Please suck it.”

Hermione felt a dirty little thrill go through her when Severus responded that way. It was such a nasty, hot request. This was so much different than when she and Ron were intimate. This was so much more in line with what she thought sex should be like.

“Ok, Severus. I’ll suck your cock,” she said back to him, another dirty thrill going through her as she adjusted herself, sliding downward.

Snape was holding his breath, unable to either inhale or exhale as Hermione grasped the base of his now fully swollen cock and pointed it towards her face. But wait, her hair was in the way. He quickly swept it back so he could see her profile, lifting his head to see her better. Oh gods, how sexy was that to see the head of his cock only an inch or two from her lips?

Hermione pursed her lips, then slowly slid them over his hot, hard cock, feeling it pulse as it entered her mouth. Severus made a noise somewhere between a cry and a choke as her softness surrounded his rigid flesh and her tongue swirled around it. Then a gentle suction followed and she slid downward, taking him in deeper.

”Oh—“ was all the wizard could get out as Hermione’s mouth pulled at him, seeming to draw pleasure from his very limbs, down his spine to cumulate where her mouth suckled him. She gently played with his balls and Snape flung his arms out, grasping the mattress tightly, the veins in his hands standing out. His head fell back and his eyes closed, a grimace on his face as he experienced his very first blowjob. It was—exquisite.

Hermione took her time, and applied everything she’d learned, keeping his shaft lubricated with her saliva, sucking and tonguing his shaft and balls, Snape nearly whimpering from her skills. This wasn’t the frenzied, sloppy blowjob of Blue Pensieve fame, nor was it a fight for dominance. This was a mutual pleasure, a slow, almost spiritual connecting of two people expressed through the flesh. Snape idly ran his fingers gently through her hair as Hermione laved him lovingly, listening to his voice, his pleas and his encouragement. She responded, giving him more, feeling him tremble, the scent of shared arousal heavy in the air, a musky perfume.

Snape was completely lost to Hermione’s tender, sensual attentions. He had never felt so wanted in his life, and never so protective of another human being. He knew he would kill for Hermione and couldn’t ever be without her, not ever.

In any other case, this might have been the momentary infatuation of a teenaged boy with his first sexual partner, but Snape’s feelings toward Hermione went soul deep. She was not an unreachable dream. She was here, and real and willingly interacting with him. Snape was both awed and grateful that she found him so appealing. His heart swelled more than any other part of his body ever could. He began to feel his balls tightening under her fingertips, and suddenly, he didn’t want her to bring him to climax. Not this way, not now. He wanted to be buried deep inside her when he came.

He caressed her hair and softly said, “Stop, Hermione.”

Hermione released him, her brow furrowed. Her voice was a bit husky as she answered him.

”Why?”

”Because, because I want to—to make love to you,” he replied, reaching down and drawing her up so she was on top of him, her curling hair resting on his shoulders as she looked down at him with heated eyes.

”Don’t you mean shag me, Severus?”

”No. I don’t mean shag you,” he responded, his black eyes both tender and hungry. “I want to get as close to you as I can. Even then, Hermione, it won’t be close enough. I don’t think it ever will be close enough.”

”You sound as if you think you’re in love, Severus. Love isn’t supposed to be part of this. We are just lovers sharing our bodies.”

”You can be satisfied with that, Hermione,” he said soberly. “But for me, it’s something more. I didn’t expect this, didn’t know I’d be so whipped by you, but I feel it inside me. I’m in love with you. Not obsessed by you like I was with Lily, but in love with you.”

Hermione searched his face.

”You don’t know what love is, Severus. This could just be strong infatuation. I am your first witch,” she told him gently. “And everything in your life has changed so much you could just be clinging to me to feel grounded. The feeling could pass as you adjust more to your new life.”

”This feeling will never pass, Hermione Granger. I will love you until the day I die—and beyond that,” Snape declared passionately. “I am a wizard of my word. Still, I know you don’t belong to me outside of these moments. That’s what we agreed to, and I will abide by it. But, in times like this, when it’s just you and me—like this, then you are all mine. That’s what it feels like to me. That’s what it is. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you now.”

Hermione smiled down at him.

“How about throwing a duel?” she asked him, arching an eyebrow.

Snape blinked at her.

”Hm, I guess there are a few pride-related things I wouldn’t do for you. I’m not about to let you believe you can kick my arse when you can’t.”

”Good. I don’t want you to turn into a groveling, spineless little wuss because you’re in ‘lurve.’ I think the fastest way for you to turn me off is to become some kind of fawning fool, Severus”

”Like I was for Lily,” he said quietly.

Hermione nodded.

”You let her treat you any way she wanted, and it got you no place. Learn from your mistakes,” she admonished him. “Don’t be anything other than who you are. I like you snarky, argumentative, unreasonable and arrogant. Sometimes. Most of the time.”

His black eyes glittered.

”Do you really? How about ‘overpowering?”

Hermione didn’t get a chance to answer him as he quickly rolled her over. She struggled but he kissed her into complacency, his kiss deep and affecting as he pressed his erection between her thighs.

”I’m going to be arrogant, snarky and a right bastard all my days if that’s what makes me attractive to you,” he told her. “I am never unreasonable. I’ll be able to be what you need, Hermione, because underneath all of this—this emotion, you still manage to annoy me a great deal.”

”I what?” she cried, struggling again, but Snape once again kissed her until she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his ardor.

”Oh, Severus,” she breathed as he came up for air.

”Oh, Severus. You’re going to be saying that a lot tonight, Hermione, I promise you,” he said softly as he began to explore her body, kissing and licking it as she indeed sighed his name over and over.

This time when he came to her moist thighs, he added a little flourish by removing her thong with his teeth, drawing it down her legs and over her feet. He pressed them to his nose for a moment, his black eyes hot as he looked down at her. He tossed them from the bed and fell back on top of her, working his loins and hard organ between her thighs.

”I think I’m going to last much longer this time, Hermione. I’m getting used to—to feeling sensations down there,” he told her, brushing back her hair as he looked down at her.

”That’s good, Severus,” she breathed up at him, writhing a little.

”You’re so beautiful, Hermione,” he breathed, reaching between their bodies and positioning himself against her moist heat. He licked his fingers, his nostrils flaring at her taste. Slowly, he pressed forward, filling her with his hardness and hissing as she surrounded him, his eyes locked to her face as her eyelids fluttered and her mouth dropped open.

Snape reached down and hooked one arm under her thigh and pulled her knee toward her chest, opening her and turning slightly so he was angled correctly to continue his penetration without interruption. He began to stroke Hermione, whirling his hips a little, practicing what he’d learned. Her body buckled and she bit her lip from the pleasure.

”Oh, Severus,’ she breathed blissfully as his cock caressed and stretched her. He was gentle and focused, his eyes drinking in every expression that crossed her face. He kissed her lightly and repeatedly as he claimed her jerking body, a grimace on his face as her warmth sucked and pulled at his shaft.

After several minutes, Snape stopped, reached between their bodies and withdrew his cock. He slapped her labia with the swollen head of it several times before reinserting it. Hermione gasped and purred like a kitten at the bit of roughness.

”Oh, Severus,” she breathed. “This feels so good.”

”Does it?” he breathed at her, knowing full well this had to be the closest to heaven they could possibly be in the flesh. He pressed himself deep inside her and held himself steady, pressing against her cervix, feeling the delicious resistance.

“I don’t feel I can ever get deep enough, Hermione,” he said softly, pressing his lips to her mouth again.

”Neither do I, Severus,” she responded. “But—try.”

Severus stared down at her and she felt him pulse strongly inside her. Then he raised himself up on his hands, drew back and stroked into her hard, Hermione letting out a cry of “Yes!”

His face contorted, Snape slammed into her again, her shriek loud and her eyes wet. Her hands slipped to his arse and she pulled on him.

”Faster. Harder,” she breathed at him and Snape began to fuck Hermione as hard as he could, carefully listening to her cries in case she wanted him to stop, their bodies slapping together loudly and wetly as perspiration poured over them, Hermione’s hair becoming nearly black with sweat as they flowed and undulated. How beautiful and wild she sounded as Snape pierced her again and again, possessiveness gripping his heart as he gave her and she gave him what they both needed.

Suddenly Hermione pushed outward on both of his arms, making him fall heavily on top of her, then rolling him over and mounting him quickly, Snape staring up at her, then his eyes rolling up as she took over, rising and falling on his cock, her hair swinging and breasts bouncing as she took the dominant position.

”Damn,” Snape hissed, clutching at her waist, thighs and breasts as she rode him like a cowgirl. He bucked so he could go deeper, Hermione cursing in reaction. Suddenly, Snape sat up and clutched Hermione to him, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and scooting forward. He carefully stood up, Hermione sloe-eyed and still impaled. She reflexively locked her legs around his slender waist and her arms around his neck.

”Yes,” he breathed as he lifted her slightly and began stroking her, staring at her face as she gasped, then her head fell to his shoulder. Snape slipped his hands under her arse and began to lift her body up and down to match his stroke, hitting her deep, lust and desire taking him over as he squelched through her wetness, his loins covered in her juices as she orgasmed, nearly choking the life out of him. But he kept going even as the delicious clutch of her sleeve pulsed around his member, milking it. But, he wasn’t going this easily this time. He walked over to the far wall, still thrusting into Hermione, who was babbling now, all feeling as she gave herself over completely to the wizard. Snape stopped before the wall, then seemed to change his mind and moved toward the dresser, carefully setting Hermione on it and pushing her back slightly so her back rested against the mirror.

Snape looked down and slowly pulled his cock almost completely out of her body. It was streaked with cream. He collected a bit on his fingertip, then looked at Hermione, whose brown eyes rested on him. She was breathing heavily.

”Open,” he said softly.

Hermione did so and he gently inserted his cream tipped finger into her mouth, smoothing her release over her tongue. He withdrew his hand and leaned forward, penetrating her deeply as he kissed her, tasting her flavor directly from her mouth. It was heavenly and a little kinky. But Hermione was beyond caring at this point.

Severus leaned back, gripped Hermione’s thighs and stroking her again. He watched his penetration with pursed lips, his eyes flicking from the juncture of their bodies, to Hermione’s bouncing breasts, then to her face. He cupped one, catching the nipple between his fingers and squeezing lightly, feeling her flesh bubble between his digits. Then he gripped her waist and sped up, hips flying, his eyes locked to her face as she cried out softly.

”Beautiful,” he breathed, feeling his balls beginning to tighten for the second time that night. He pulled her off the dresser and ran with her to the bed, falling across it on top of her and trapping both her legs under his arms.

”Grab your ankles,” he hissed at the witch. Hermione did so, and Snape looked down at his cock buried between the downy lips of her pussy. It looked as if it was glazed and wetness glistened all around it and on Hermione’s thighs. He breathed in the scent of sex, then drove into her deeply, his eyes rolling up as he hit bottom.

”Is it too much?” he gasped down at Hermione.

”No! I’m going to come again. Severus,” she groaned at him, her head twisting from side to side.

”I’m coming with you,” he declared, then he slid his hands down to the back of her upturned thighs, nearly framing her pussy as Hermione continued holding her ankles. He started stroking her deeply and rhythmically, changing from thrust, to pump, to whirl, watching his cock enter her up to the balls. He was very deep and it felt damn near too good. He began to gently tickle her clit with his fingertips as he dipped in and out of the witch, and presently she began keening, her temperature increasing, her scent becoming sharp and maddening as she approached climax again. Snape began to pound her, bringing his own release close, breathing, “Take it. Take it all, Hermione.”

Hermione let out a howl as Snape stiffened, suddenly realizing he didn’t drink his sperm nullifying potion and jerking out of the witch, spilling his seed on her belly just above her pubic hair line. He cried out at each delicious pulse as he ejaculated, caressing his cock with one hand as he directed the spurts. Damn, it was much more intense than the first one.

He rubbed his come into her skin, looking down at the sated witch.

”I’m sorry. I forgot to drink my potion, Hermione. I hope—“

He hoped he hadn’t gotten her pregnant from his pre-come, which always had a bit of sperm in it.

Hermione lay there, feeling boneless, her eyes closed as the residual burn and bliss of Snape’s lovemaking sizzled inside her.

When Hermione didn’t answer him, Snape said, “Hermione, did you hear me? I forgot to take my potion. You could be—be pregnant.”

Hermione slowly opened her eyes and gave him a gentle smile before pulling him down on top of her.

”No, I’m not. I wasn’t about to leave something like that up to you. I have a patch and I drank a very strong contraceptive potion. I didn’t like what you were taking. It seemed too painful.”

Snape kissed her.

”The kind of pleasure you give me, Hermione, is worth a little pain.”

”No, you’ve been hurt enough, Severus. When we come together, there shouldn’t be any pain—unless it’s the good kind. You were wonderful. So strong.”

Snape arched an eyebrow at her.

”You like—strong?” he asked her.

She nodded, reddening a little.

”Yes, I do. It’s—I can’t explain it,” she said softly.

Snape gave her a smile, thinking about what Tom had told him about strong women.

”It’s all right, Hermione. You don’t have to explain anything,” he replied. “Not anything.”

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