The Burning Pen

"What Was I Thinking" Series
"#1 ~ What Was I Thinking? ~ Part 1"
by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 9

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 9 ~ A Brain Really Can Be Sexy

Hermione turned and walked away, her hips rolling like thunder.

“Where are you going?” Severus asked sharply. “Get back here.”

“Be patient, Serverus,” Hermione said softly as she walked over to the warded door, and bent over to pick up her overnight bag. From his vantage point, Serverus was treated to the sight of her passion-plumped vulva peeking out from between the two perfect globes of her ass. He groaned to himself and began to stroke his cock as he watched her straighten, the bag in her hand. He couldn’t wait to get back inside her.

Hermione carried the bag over to the bed, unzipped it and retrieved her wand. Turning, she pointed it at Severus. With a mischievous gleam in her eye, she said, “Os Mundus!”

Immediately Serverus felt the sensation of a thousand tiny mouths licking and sucking at his inner thighs, pelvis, and cock. It was amazing. He threw his head back and humped his hips into the air as the delicious ministrations continued. “Oh gods!” he groaned, his eyes closed and nostrils flared. He gripped the edges of the chair so tightly his knuckles were white. His extended his legs, digging his feet into the floor as the invisible mouths ran up and down his shaft.

Hermione watched Serverus’ reaction to the spell with curiosity, her desire rising as his hard body jerked upward from the chair air and thrusted into the air in uncontrollable pleasure. His head was thrown back and he bit his lip, and groaning as the spell worked its course. After a few moments, the sensation gently faded away.

Severus dropped back into the chair and leaned forward, his hair falling around his face as he hung his head, taking deep breaths. His cock was almost completely a deep blush red, except for the head, which had turned a darker, richer purple. Hermione winced a little. It looked as if it were going to explode.

“What...the...fuck...was...that?” Severus gasped, looking up at her from between the curtain of hair.

“A cleansing spell,” she replied, grinning at him.

“I’ve never heard of a cleansing spell like that,’ he breathed.

Hermione dropped her head and swung her foot shyly. “That’s because I created it myself,” she murmured. “Os Mundus' means ‘small mouth’.”

Severus looked down at himself. All evidence of Hermione’s broken maidenhead was gone, his thighs and cock thoroughly cleansed. He looked up at the naked witch standing by the bed, amazement evident in his dark eyes.

She added, “It only works if you are dirty however. You can’t use it on a clean body. So it’s not really a sex spell. Just a more pleasant one than scourgify.”

“Yes. Much more pleasant,” Severus agreed, looking down at himself again. He looked at her thoughtfully. “You know, it is very difficult to design a spell from scratch. Most wizards simply modify an existing spell for their purposes. To create a completely new one is quite an accomplishment, especially for a witch as young as you.”

Hermione almost creamed herself with pleasure at the honest admiration in his eyes. She had always longed for that, for him to openly acknowledge her intelligence since she was a first year. “It wasn’t that difficult,” she said modestly.

Severus looked at her again, his balls tightening with desire. “Have you decided what our next ... course of action will be?”

“Oh yes. Yes I have. I did that, to do this...”

Hermione placed the tip of her wand to her throat, intoned, “Relaxo!” then returned her wand to the bag and approached a puzzled Severus.

“What was that?” he asked, looking up at her curiously as she stood before him and cupped his face softly with her hands, before brushing his soft black hair away from his face.

“Another spell I made,” she said softly as she pressed herself between his legs and dropped to her knees. She placed a hand on his abdomen, caressing the muscles there, before sliding her other hand along his inner thigh. She looked up at him, her amber eyes smoldering, full lips parted.

Severus swallowed as he realized what her choice was. She pursed her lips and kissed the swollen tip of his cock almost chastely as she looked up at him.

“I’ve never done this before,” she whispered, “but I think I know what to do make it feel good. To please you.”

She blushed. “ I read about it in some erotic books I was researching.”

Severus shook his head slightly. Researching? Gods, the woman believed books could teach her anything. He shifted lower and gripped the back of the air to keep his hands out of her way, offering her his body without reserve.

“Then show me what the results were of this, I hope... thorough research,” he said in a low purr as his black eyes met hers.

Hermione closed her eyes momentarily as if gathering her courage and took his huge cock in both of her small hands. She began to stroke it gently. He bucked his hips a bit at the heat of her palms massaging the silken skin stretched over the swollen shaft. He would need to come soon, he knew. His cock felt as if it weighed a ton, and his balls were clenching in protest. He watched Hermione’s manipulations while she gathered the courage to put her mouth on him.

“She’ll never be able to handle it,” Severus thought as his. “Not this way. But, Merlin...she’s welcome to try.”

No woman had ever been able to “handle” Severus’ huge organ by mouth. It was simply too big. Sure, he had been sucked off, but he secretly envied other men who could be “deep-throated” It was an experience he had never been able to have, to slide down a woman’s gullet and come deeply in her throat. There were other compensations to being so gifted, but ...

His train of thought was abruptly brought to a halt as Hermione ran her tongue down his long shaft and back up the other side. She began to plant soft, sucking kisses up and down the length of him, her tongue tracing the veins and ridges, licking and tasting, twirling in circles as her hot hands cupped and kneaded his balls gently

“Damn! Hermione!” he gasped as his jaw dropped as his hands pulled at the chair to keep him from bucking forward, two legs lifting off the floor and falling back with a thump. He could feel her lips curl into a smile against his cock as she moistened it with her saliva. What was the name of that book anyway? Fuck it. Who cared if she couldn’t swallow him? She was good. Very, very good.

“More, Hermione...more. Your mouth...inside. Put me inside your hot little mouth.” Severus said to her hoarsely as he watched her lips tease his cock

Hermione obliged him. Her lips closed over the weeping head, and she sucked...gently at first, running her tongue around the sensitive flange as she moved forward, engulfing it more fully in her mouth. She slid back, almost off the tip, but not quite releasing it, then slid forward a little farther, taking a little more into her hot wet orifice. She began to move faster, and Severus growled in pleasure as she took him in deeper, and deeper. He fought the urge to grab her head and force his cock to the back of her throat.

She must have read his mind because she stopped, looked up at his contorted face and said, “Go ahead, Severus. You can do what you want. Help me to get it deeper.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Serverus reached forward and fisted both hands into her soft curls and gripped the back of her head firmly. He pulled her forward, pushing his cock deeper into her sweet mouth. He felt it slide through her lips, barely scraping her teeth and bump hard against the back of her throat. He expected her to gag...but she didn’t. She continued to suck him greedily. He pulled back and shoved his cock in harder, feeling her tongue sliding around it before he bumped against the back of her throat again...but this time, there was a strange pressure, and he felt the head descend into a tight and blissful warmness. He groaned, withdrew and thrust in harder. Oh gods, it bent and entered her hot, tight throat. Gods. It was the most amazing feeling. She was swallowing him bit by bit. He had never been so deep in a woman’s mouth. Hermione’s hands dropped to his inner thighs, allowing him full control, and Severus began stroking in earnest, pulling her head forward and back, shoving his shaft down deeper and deeper into her throat as she caught the rhythm, drawing in breath when he withdrew, and holding it when he plunged inside over and over again. Severus was lost now, fucking Hermione’s mouth with abandon, his cock bathed in warmth and wetness and tightness. He grunted every time his head dug deeper into her throat, and he thrust and thrust and thrust until he felt his balls hit her face. He was sweating now as Hermione flailed back and forth over his cock, her throat filled with his hardness, her belly knotting up with liquid fire as she heard his groans of pure pleasure. He began to whisper obscenities as he whipped her head back and forth, rotating it sharply as he rubbed himself thoroughly over in every angle he could manage; pushing through any slight resistance he met. Her hair flew wildly around her shoulders with the force of his mindless invasion of her mouth. She was whimpering with her own pleasure, pleasure at making him feel like this, her potions master, losing it, losing it because of her. A warm gush flooded her thighs and she began to bounce on her fingers, fucking herself as Severus fucked her mouth and it was crazy, it was wild, her own hands between her thighs and Severus between her lips and she was floating, floating as he pistoned into her, shouting loudly now...

fuck, fuck, fuck, you damn amazing woman, you angel, you ... you...fucking... beautiful... brilliant...

His frenzied thrusting became deeper now, slower, harder, deeper...deeper...as the pressure in his balls built and built and built...rising, rising in response to the unfamiliar depth of his shaft’s full immersion in her mouth. Suddenly Severus leapt from the chair, and hunched over Hermione, pulling her face flush to his body, embedding his cock as deep as he could, howling like a werewolf as his eyes rolled up into his head. He ejaculated...hard and long, a burst of pleasure and pressure shooting through his cock, turning his legs to jelly. He shuddered as he held her face tight against his pelvis, dumping his release, shooting jet after creamy jet down her esophagus, straight into her belly. She could feel the warmth of his come pouring down her throat. There was no taste, only endless spurts of hotness and his hands, almost crushing her skull, holding her flush to his pubic hair, where she could smell the maleness of him, the essence of his manhood. She came...hard, bucking her body madly as her palm filled with her juices, and still he held her, forcing the last dying emissions down into her body...then falling back into the chair, exhausted, the room around him all askew...his cock sliding from her throat, his hands sliding weakly from her hair to her shoulders, his mouth slack, eyes struggling to find focus. And Hermione fell back off her knees, panting, holding herself up with her hands, chest rising and falling, tears of spent passion blurring her heavy-lidded eyes as she took in the sight of an exhausted, sated Severus staring down at her from the chair like she just dropped out of the sky.

He looked at the young woman on the floor and his chest tightened. He struggled to ignore it...and took in a sobbing breath, leaning forward, never taking his eyes from her flushed face. He saw a small, murky puddle on the floor where she had been kneeling, and closed his eyes. Damn. Damn. He had just been given an experience he had never imagined he would ever know, and by a woman who, only a short while ago knew nothing about ... about any of this, and had still been able to take him to a place he had never before visited. Who was she really? And what beneficent god had finally shown mercy on him so he could be the first to have her? He looked again at Hermione, whose breathing had finally slowed. Her head drooped forward, and she seemed to be ... falling asleep.

He forced himself up from the chair and lifted her from the floor. His legs were unsteady and he stumbled once as he carried the exhausted woman to the bed, and laid her gently on her stomach, her head resting on one of the many pillows. She sighed, stretched, and curled up into a partial fetal position facing him. He flopped down beside her, face first into the pillow, then turned to face her, study her, her long lashes curled against her cheeks. Absently he brushed her wild hair from her face, which was still flushed and moist from the act they shared.

“Relaxo,” she murmured sleepily.

“Hmm?” Serverus said softly, not wanting to rouse her too much.

“Relaxo. My second spell. It let me...do it. For you.” She paused, then murmured even softer, “Sometimes brains are sexy.”

“Yes,” agreed Serverus as he moved closer to her. “Very sexy indeed.”

He paused, and asked softly, “Are you hungry?”

”No,’ she responded with a wry little smile, “I’m very full, thank you.”


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A/N: I’m exhausted . Thank you all for the reviews I got for chapter seven, that led to the early update of chapter 8. I was too tired last night (this morning actually) to respond properly. I hope both chapter 8 and chapter 9 were lemony enough for your acidic tastes. And the blackmail-based reviews from chapter 7 really did inspire me to finish chapter 8. A couple of the reviews really cracked me up. Laughing insanely at 1 in the morning in a room by yourself can really make your grown children question your sanity. Thank you for giving me a good laugh. You know who you are.

Chapter 8 was very long. I had about 2000 words when I posted the blackmail missive, but when I saw the early responses I got to work, thinking it wouldn’t take long to flesh it out. But it did. About 8000 more words long, I think. Believe me, that was not my intention but I had to get it finished, and it just required...more words. Actually, my dedication to writing and finishing this piece is pretty amazing. You see, I am a poet...and often suspected I am because I am too lazy to apply myself to write a novel. For me to write something this long was, until now, unheard of. But I guess if your creative mind latches on to an idea, you will work on that idea until it is finished, no matter the length or time it takes to complete. One good thing about being a poet is I am very familiar with the editing process. As well as having my work ripped to shreds. Real poets are a snarky bunch. There are still plenty of errors here, but that I attribute to writing so quickly. I plan to get the story up to par after it is completed. If you noticed any errors, please email them to me at truthsolomon@yahoo.com rather than posting them to the review board. I will appreciate it, and it will make the clean up that much easier. But his has been fun.

I think there will be one more lemony closing chapter, and an epilogue...then this little PWP will be done. I appreciate all the support I’ve received from readers, and especially the reviewers, who really, really are important to motivating me. I would also like to add I’ve been reading SS/HG and other Potter fan fiction on this site and other sites for about two months before I found the courage to write my own, and I truly feel that I have been inspired by other authors who fearlessly posted their stories for the world to see, and for that I thank all of them for opening a new vista for me. Until next chapter, be good all.

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