The Burning Pen

The Ring

by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 28

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 28 ~ Hermione’s Deflowerment

Snape carried the half-dressed Hermione into his candlelit bedroom and set her down in the middle of the floor. He swiftly removed her dress, kneeling as he pulled it down her body, revealing her flat belly, curved hips, smooth thighs and long legs. She stepped out of them, her amber eyes glued to his face as he looked at her knickers appreciatively.

“Slytherin green,” he said, looking up at her and arching an eyebrow. Hermione was so overcome with need that she couldn’t reply and simply looked down at him, her eyes smoldering. Snape hooked his pale fingers on either side of the waistband, and drew her knickers down, his black eyes focused on her bush. It was neatly trimmed again. He smirked before he rose facing her, stepping back and admiring her body.

“You are perfect,” he breathed as he began to unbutton his robes. Hermione’s eyes were locked to his hands as they flew down the front of his garment, and the pale skin beneath was slowly revealed. She unconsciously licked her lips when he slipped his robes off and she saw his lean, muscular body for the first time. Her eyes dropped downward, looking at the huge tent in his silk boxers.

“Take them off,” she said softly, her eyes fixed on his loins. “I want to see all of you, Severus.”

The Potions Master obliged her, lowering his boxers and stepping out of them.

“Damn,” Hermione breathed as she looked at his large, thick cock. It was standing at full attention and pointing directly at her. Snape looked down at his organ, then back at Hermione, who couldn’t seem to take her eyes off it.

“Are you scared, Hermione?” he asked her softly.

She looked up at him.

“No, not scared. Maybe a little apprehensive,” she replied, her voice low.

He opened his arms and she stepped into them, feeling his cock press up against her belly. Snape embraced her gently, stroking her hair as he felt her trembling against him. He kissed her temple.

“Trust me, Hermione,” he breathed before lowering his head and kissing her. He began to back her towards the bed, keeping his mouth locked to hers, exploring her heat, his tongue entwining around hers. Her mouth was so hot, so accepting. He stopped when he felt her hit the edge of the bed. He stopped kissing her and his black eyes smoldered down at her.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of having you like this, Hermione,” he breathed, “Get into the bed, sweet.”

Hermione climbed into the four-poster, followed closely by Snape. She lay down on her back, looking up at him. The Professor’s eyes swept down her body, and he lay down beside her, propping himself up on his elbow, gazing into her face. He began to caress her breasts with his other hand, then slid it down her belly then through her pubic hair. Hermione shuddered.

“Part your thighs for me,” he whispered, his hand playing in the soft hair of her pussy.

Hermione did, and buckled as the Professor’s fingers slid into her moist folds. She cried out with pleasure as Snape worked his fingers back and forth against her, massaging her clit and making her rotate her hips deliciously.

“You are so sexy, Hermione. You make me want to come just watching you,” he hissed.

“Please fuck me, Severus,” she whimpered, biting her lip as he continued to play in her sex.

Gods, he wanted to hear her say that so many times over the past five years. Now here she was, beautiful, naked and begging for him. Snape removed his hand from between her legs and licked his fingers, her amber eyes watching him. Then he rolled on top of her, his cock resting between her thighs. She groaned as she felt his hardness pressing against her, so close to the place she needed him to be. She arched her body upward so his cock pressed against her harder.

“You want to feel me?” he whispered. He lowered his head and kissed her, grinding his cock against her in small tight circles before sliding back and forth over her, driving her wild with the contact, her hips instinctively pumping against him.

Snape pulled his mouth away from hers, continuing to work his cock against her as he studied her face. She was moaning, her eyes closed, her body rocking against his.

“You know what to do, don’t you Hermione? Nature is taking over. You feel so good like this. Slipping my cock inside your tight, hot body is going to be heaven…for both of us,” he said to her increasing his speed as he rubbed his organ over her mound. “Open your beautiful eyes, Hermione. I want to see your fire when I take you.”

Hermione’s eyes flew open and looked up at Snape pleadingly as he mercilessly rubbed himself over her, arousing her to a frenzy.

“Gods, please Severus…you’re torturing me. I need you,” she cried out.

Snape kissed her tenderly as he worked himself against her body. He drew back from her mouth again, and said in a silky voice, “I’m not trying to torture you, Hermione. I am savoring your desire for me. You’re a lovely virgin, begging me to deflower you. It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, like a siren’s song, drawing me in. I want to remember every beautiful, needful word you say to me. I want to hear you sing until I can’t stand it anymore. Then, I will bury my cock deep inside you and claim you as my own, Hermione.”

He dropped his head and kissed her deeply again, possessing her mouth, his hands caressing her body tenderly, driving her to a higher state of need. His entire cock was bathed in her juices, the air full of the scent of her arousal. He heard her cries of need, felt them vibrate into his mouth as his tongue tangled with hers over and over. A fire was burning deliciously in his loins as he held back his desire, tormenting himself as well as the witch beneath him, rolling his thickness in her wetness, hissing at the heat, anticipating her tight sleeve accepting his cock, wrapping around his length, caressing him intimately. He wanted her in such a state that the pain of her deflowerment would be quick, her need for him overpowering it. He moved to her throat, suckling on her soft skin as she pleaded with him to take her.

“Not yet…not yet sweet, you aren’t there yet,” he breathed, “Keep telling me how much you need me.” Hermione’s arms up to this point had been wrapped around his neck. Her desperation goading her, she slid her hands over his back, feeling the ridges of the scars left from the beatings he received under Voldemort, then continuing downward, grasping at his muscled buttocks as they flexed against her. The Potions Master groaned as she pulled at him insistently, her hands sliding over the backs of his thighs, then sweeping up again.

“Your body is so strong,” she whispered, trying her best to find the words that would make him break and drive into her. “I want to feel your strength, Severus. I want you to fuck me, make me yours, claim me Severus. I’ve saved myself twenty-three years for you. I took on that mountain for you. You say you love me. Then show me you love me! Fuck me, you bastard!”

Severus groaned against her throat and jerked against her. She had almost made him come. He looked down at her.

“I do love you, Hermione. With everything I am,” he panted down at her. He was perspiring now. “I just want…I just want…” his voice faltered, his black eyes full of emotion as he looked down into her heat-filled eyes.

“You want to hear me say it…say I love you too,” she gasped up at him.

“Yessss,” he hissed.

“I do. Otherwise I wouldn’t want you like this,” she said.

“Say it, Hermione. Say you love me, damn it,” Snape growled at her. “I know you do. I want the words.”

He moved against her almost violently now.

“I love you, Severus,” she said softly.

“Yesss,” he hissed, reaching down between their bodies and positioning himself against her entrance. Without a warning, the Potions Master thrust sharply into her, his thick cock breaking her hymen and sliding deep into her hot, wet body. Hermione let out a short shriek as his length slid into her, filling her completely, then she thrust her hips upward, crying out in pleasure at his penetration.

“Oh yes, Severus…yes baby,” Hermione cried, the muggle in her coming out as the wizard claimed her body. She had never felt anything so good.

Snape was speechless for a moment as his cock throbbed inside her, deeply embedded in her beautiful body.

“Now you’re mine,” he breathed as he pulled back and thrust his full length into her again, growling as he plunged into her up to his balls. He began to ride her body, giving her long, deep strokes, feeling her legs wrap around his waist, her heels digging into the small of his back as he angled his strokes and rolled his pelvis against her. He locked his mouth to hers and fucked her possessively, tenderly, taking all she had to give him with restraint, wanting it to be good for her. He would take care of his more ardent needs later. The first time, was her time.

And he was good to Hermione. His soft tongue ravaging her mouth contrasted deliciously with his hardness inside her. His cock stroking in and out of her body after all her waiting and the wanting was pure bliss. Snape was soothing the ache, replacing it with pleasure as he moved fluidly against her, his lean, pale body rippling and flowing on top of hers as he drove into the witch, jerking her gently as he hit bottom over and over. Hermione found if she tilted her hips on his downstroke her pleasure intensified, and he gasped as she applied her newfound knowledge, tightening her pussy around his cock as he withdrew, giving him more friction, more contact as he re-entered her repeatedly

Snape pulled his mouth away and looked down at her, his dark eyes blazing.

“Shit, Hermione,” the wizard breathed as he increased his power, “I want more of you, witch.”

“Oh yes, Severus! Yes!” Hermione groaned arching into his stroke as he plunged his cock deeper inside her, his penetration becoming more intense, more demanding. The more she gave Snape, the more he wanted. She was so beautiful, so passionate, so willing to take him deeper. His slid his hand along her smooth thigh as he buried himself in her wetness

“You want it harder? Faster?” he asked, slipping both his large, pale hands under her buttocks so he could control the movements of her hips and pulling her into his stroke, rotating her pussy around him and growling with pleasure as she relinquished control to him, her cries becoming louder. Snape sped up, pumping into her faster as he gripped her ass, his face pressed tight against her shoulder, whispering endearments and obscenities into her ear as she gasped his name over and over, driving him into a frenzy of possession.

Lost in passion for Hermione, Snape rolled them both over so she was on top, her legs straddling him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her in place, never missing a stroke as he continued to fuck her, burying his cock into her tightness, his pale face contorting with lust, pleasure and fulfillment. Now it was Hermione’s turn to look down into the face of her lover, her heart swelling at its changing expressions as Snape slaked his need for her. Suddenly the Potions Master stopped thrusting into her, and remained still, his swollen cock throbbing and pulsing inside her, his black eyes fixed on her expectantly.

“More,’ she breathed, pulling her body up and pushing down on him, sliding his cock in and out of her body instinctively.

“Yes, that’s it Hermione,” Snape groaned up at her, “It’s your turn to take me,”

Hermione began to thrust herself over his cock, controlling the depth and speed of his penetration. Snape loved this, watching her face as she fucked him, drinking in the emotions that flickered across her features, her hair falling around her face. He brushed it aside so he could see her clearly.

“Sit up,” he hissed, “Ride me.”

Hermione lifted herself and leaned back until she was sitting astride him, his cock buried deep inside her. She began to rise and fall on her knees, slipping over his thick cock, moaning at the luscious sensation of him parting her soft inner flesh. Snape gripped her waist tightly, lifting her and pulling her back down, helping her to fuck him, his black eyes focusing first where their bodies connected, watching her slide over his glistening shaft repeatedly, before they shifted to her bouncing breasts. He grasped one with his pale hand, fondling it and pulling her nipple as his eyes shifted to her face. He had never seen any woman look as lovely as Hermione did now, her moist lips parted in abandon, her amber eyes mere slits as she pierced herself with his member

“You are the most beautiful woman on earth,” Snape breathed up at her, thrusting upward as she bore down on him. Hermione opened her eyes fully and looked down at him tenderly, like she had done at the inn, her eyes shining. Snape’s heart swelled. He saw love in her eyes, he was certain of it.

“Hermione,” he breathed, stopping her and lifting her off him. He slid from under her, not letting her lie down but placing her on her hands and knees and moving behind her, fitting himself between her legs and caressing her back before gripping her waist and entering her from behind in one long, deep stroke, his pelvis and balls resting against her ass. She cried out as he penetrated her, her juices squishing around him.

“Beautiful,” he breathed again as he started stroking her hard, ramming his cock into her pussy hungrily, determined to make her orgasm.

“Severus!” she cried out brokenly as he pummeled her, his loins slapping against her quickly in a steady rhythm.

“I’m here, love,” he hissed, plunging into her over and over, feeling her shuddering around him. “Let go. Feel me. Feel how much I love you and want you, Hermione,” he said, his ardor and stroke increasing…he was losing himself in her.

Hermione was beginning to shriek as her tore into her, gripping her shoulders now, pulling her into him, grunting at the end of every powerful stroke. He was so strong, so hungry…moving in and out of her so hard and fast it was one huge blur of intense pleasure, and something was growing deep inside her, something that needed this kind of possession, and she shrieked his name as she felt herself tightening inside, intense pleasure flowing through her body and every limb, her fingers and toes coiling inward as she approached the pinnacle, Snape pounding into her, driving her closer to release.

“Oh my gods!” she shrieked, “Severus!”

He felt her going over the edge and wrapping his arm around her waist, he leaned over her back and hunched into her frantically, giving her every bit of him he could, pushing her completely into the abyss as she screamed his name and climaxed, her come rolling over his cock as she clamped down on him, squeezing his length inside her tightly, her pussy sucking at him. Snape desperately pressed his hand to the small of her back and barely managed to groan the contraceptive incantation before he released deep inside her hot body with a guttural cry, his balls tightening as his seed tore through him, spouting in great pulsing jets, filling her cavity to overflowing with creamy come. Snape held himself against her quaking body firmly until he emptied every drop of sperm inside her, completing his claim on the Gryffindor witch.

He kissed Hermione’s back and shoulders tenderly as he loosened his grip on her waist, and gently moved her hair aside so he could press his lips to her throat, before falling to the side, dragging her down against him, still buried inside her, unwilling to withdraw, to break the connection. But she broke it when she turned in his arms to face him, her amber eyes fixed on his face, her breathing still fast, her heart still pounding in her chest. Snape looked at her a moment, then kissed her with all the passion and emotion he could muster, taking her already labored breath away and making her gasp against his mouth before she managed to pull away.

“I’m going to pass out if you keep kissing me like that,” she chided him softly.

“As long as you remain naked and accessible, I’ll have no complaints if you do,” he replied, rubbing his big nose against hers. She smiled at him and his chest tightened.

“So, how do you like sex?” he asked her silkily, his black eyes glittering.

“It’s incredible,” she said, her eyes shining up at him.

Snape could have sat up in the bed and crowed. Instead he said, “You’re incredible. When will you marry me?”

Hermione looked at him, startled.

“Severus…it’s too soon to ask me something like that,” she whispered.

“No it’s not,” he replied, “We both know you are going to marry me. I want you in my chambers every night. Openly. As soon as possible.”

“Severus…” Hermione began.

“I swear Hermione, I will fuck an acceptance out of you if I have to,” Snape growled.

Hermione burst out laughing.

“That’s a horrible thing to say, Severus. Much less do,” she chuckled, “An acceptance like that would be given under duress.”

“Actually, I don’t care what conditions it’s given under, my sweet. All that matters to me is that you accept me as your husband,” he said soberly, his black eyes meeting hers earnestly.

“Severus, I have no one to compare you to as a lover, but you must think you’re pretty damn good to expect me to say I’ll marry you after one fuck,” Hermione said, her eyes twinkling.

The Potions Master looked at her consideringly.

“So how many fucks will it take to convince you?” he asked her, shifting a little closer as his cock started to swell again. He made sure to rest it against Hermione’s thigh as it pulsed back to life. “Two? Ten? Fifty? If you don’t marry me after fifty fucks, Hermione, I’m going to run off with you like a caveman.”

Hermione laughed again as Snape studied her. He pressed his erect cock hard against her thigh and she stopped laughing.

“I thought wizards needed time to recover,” she said, frowning slightly.

Snape arched an eyebrow at her.

“We do. But the amount of time varies. In my case, I think I have quite a bit of fucking to do if I’m to get you to agree to be my wife anytime soon. It’s best I get started,” he said, rolling on top of her quickly, pinning her arms down.

Snape looked down at Hermione, his eyes blazing, and brought her hands together over her head, locking her wrists together with one hand, then reaching between their bodies with the other and grasping his cock. He rubbed the head up and down between her soft, folds, over her clit, lubricating it in their mixed juices, making Hermione squeal and arch up against him, her eyes going hot.

“I think you’ll find me quite persuasive,” he breathed.

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A/N: MY PHONE IS ON! (Rousing rendition of “The Hallelujah Chorus” bursts forth in background) Thanks all! (You know who you are). After doing a rather wild dance of joy in my living room at hearing a dial tone (much to the consternation of my dogs, Jack and Ruffina who didn’t know if they should dance with me or bite me) I am back in front of my home screen happily typing out smut for my readers. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Gods knows you’ve waited long enough for it. Very patiently I must add. Thank you for letting me tell the story first. Please review.

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