The Burning Pen

"What Was I Thinking" Series
"#4 ~ The 'Up Against the Wall' Wars"
by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 16

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 16 ~ The Serpent Strikes

Severus was pleased with his successful seduction of Hermione. He knew at this moment, she was rushing around her rooms, crazy with anticipation as she made preparations for his arrival. After her quick dispatch of him, he wanted to give her something different. Hard and different. Take her to a new height of pleasure. Hmm. The mirrors would be new and exciting. He was looking forward to watching himself fuck her into conniptions, looking forward to watching her watch him fuck her into conniptions...but what more could he do?

She had liked watching the dream. She had loved it actually, coming on herself not once, but twice. Still, it had only been a dream...

Inspired, Severus walked through his rooms and into his Potions classroom. He opened the lower left drawer of his desk, and found a roll of spell-o-tape. He returned to his bedroom and riffled through his bureau drawer, and found a clean black handkerchief. He put the tape and handkerchief into his pocket. Talk about a dream come true...

He looked at the time. Ten minutes had passed. Good enough. He walked through the Potions lab and entered the Spell lab. She had returned the adjoining door to its original configuration. He passed through it with purpose. He knew she would not be ready. That was just the way he wanted her. He pushed his way into her bedroom. She wasn’t there. He heard the shower running, and turned toward the sound. The bathroom door was closed. He pushed it open.

Through the translucent shower curtain he could see her outline. She was soaping her body slowly, letting her hands linger at her breasts, taking time between her thighs. She was thinking of his hands and cock, he knew and he hardened, the blood rushing through the fine veins, swelling his shaft, engorging the head. He could feel the initial leakage. He watched as she rinsed herself beneath the water, turning slowly so the liquid covered every inch of her. She was dripping wet, and his nostrils flared as he thought of her pussy, hidden between those soft, supple thighs, also dripping in anticipation of his violent possession. His cock spasmed, pulling him from his reverie. He backed quietly back into the bedroom, and took up his position by the door. He cast a silencing charm, and warded the door and the floo for privacy.

Hermione pulled back the shower curtain, and hurriedly dried herself with the towel...it felt good on her lust-sensitized skin. Severus had seduced her so easily, she thought, her body flushing red at the memory of the dream. She’d better add voyeur to her short list of sexual deviation. She slipped on her nightgown, and collected her jewelry. She still wore the ring, but the rest she had removed. She walked out into the bedroom, past the waiting, silent Severus, and put the weapons in a box on her dresser. Suddenly, she felt a hard, lean body pressing against her, two arms sliding around her waist. She stifled her fight response. This was a familiar embrace.

“Severus...” she breathed.

“Yes, my love, I’m here,” he breathed against her ear as he ground his hips against her, rubbing his huge erection against her derriere in promise. “I’m here to fuck you the way you like. You want that?”

“Yes,” Hermione whispered, writhing against him sensuously, “I want that badly, Severus.”

Taking one arm from around her waist, he pulled his wand from his pocket.

“But first my pet,” he whispered, licking her neck and making her shudder with pleasure, “let’s make the décor a bit more...interesting, shall we?”

He pointed the wand at the wall. “Mico!” he said, and a silvery liquid flowed down from the ceiling seam, coating the wall and hardening into a perfect mirror.

Hermione gasped slightly as she saw their reflection, Severus pressed behind her, dark-eyed and delicious, his arm around her waist, wand extended. He repeated the spell on two more walls. They too, became mirrors. He pointed the wand toward the ceiling and invoked the spell. Now her bedroom was filled with images of the two lovers, fading away into infinity.

Severus turned Hermione to face the final, uncharmed wall. “And this...” he purred against her throat as he again pointed his wand, “Silex,” he intoned.

The final wall turned to brick. He returned the wand to his pocket.

“Look at us, Hermione,” he directed as he turned her toward the mirrors again. His pale hands snaked up her nightgown and over her breasts. Hermione watched spellbound as he pulled the fabric down exposing her breasts, the silk catching under their fullness. He kneaded them roughly as she gasped, watching him watch them. He bowed his head and moved his lips over her throat, sucking, kissing and nipping as he kept up his rough massage...this was how she liked it, him grinding against her body, letting her feel the hardness of his cock rubbing against her ass.

He slid one hand down and hiked up her gown, still squeezing and mauling her breast, exposing the vee of her thighs, the soft curls of chestnut. Hermione was moaning now, her eyes half-lidded as she watched him claim her body. He stopped kissing her neck, his head rising, his black eyes locking on her face as his fingers moved through her pubic hair, lower, dividing her wet labia, watching as her eyes closed in pleasure, her teeth biting into her lower lip, and feeling the softness of her folds, the hardness of her clit, her mouth forming a silent o as he slid two fingers inside her and began to thrust, still holding her breast so tightly, its fullness bulged from between his spread digits. She rolled her hips and tilted her pelvis forward, to provide better access, and he watched as she thrust back, looking so wanton, so shameless, so damn fuckable. He rubbed himself against her, and longing for better contact, he released her breast, still thrusting into her with his fingers and pulled his pants down over his hips, freeing his swollen cock and rubbing its length up and down between her buttocks over the silk of her gown. He returned his hand to her breast, twisting her nipple gently, then squeezing it as if testing it for ripeness. She whimpered, pushing her ass back to feel his cock harder against her.

“Do I feel good, Hermione? Do you like watching your wantonness...your need?” he whispered, increasing the speed and force of his fingers inside her hot, tight cavern as it began to tighten around them.

“Yes...yes...gods yes,” she moaned, her eyes focused on the sight of their grinding bodies, his plunging fingers, the knuckles appearing and disappearing between her thighs as his hand worked rhythmically back and forth.

“You just want to be fucked, don’t you? Right now nothing else matters but that I fuck you,” he breathed harshly, his hand moving faster between her legs, fingers plunging harder and deeper inside her, his cock pressing so hard against her ass it was painful, like an iron pole being crushed against her with great pressure. Hermione swelled, blossomed and burst, screaming his name, soaring upward, and outward like a nova, the room becoming misty, unreal, her juices running like thick cream into his palm, her walls closing on those amazing, pumping fingers, and she screamed again.

Severus watched the mirror, mesmerized by the beautiful woman who was literally melting unto his hand, her face shining like that of some shrieking goddess come to earth. He held her shuddering body against his, reveling in his ability to take her outside herself, blessing her for her surrender to him, his heart full as her amber eyes widened and rolled up to gaze on some far-away world of pure ecstasy, as her body slumped in throbbing fulfillment, her thighs dipping open just a little bit more as her release pulsed out and away, her eyes returning, unfocused and lovely with passion, to stare at him with unspoken wonder.

He removed his dripping fingers, brought them to his mouth as she watched the mirror, her mouth slightly agape, and sucked them clean. He continued, licking his palm until every savory taste of her was consumed.

“The sweetest honey, “he purred against her cheek, the musky scent of her on his breath.

He turned her to face him, and pressed his body hard against hers, his cock riding high on her belly, creating a divider of flesh, the engorged head resting between her mashed breasts. Severus kissed her deeply, his tongue bearing the flavor of her sweetness, swirling, darting, claiming the heat of her mouth, swallowing down her gasps like the finest wine. He pulled back from her almost reluctantly, his dark eyes blazing into hers with a promise that made her already weak knees weaker

“And now, my dear, sweet and formidable Hermione,” he said, reaching low into his pocket and removing the spell-o-tape, “we live a dream.”


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