Rhygin Grindsman

As Severus' mouth came down hard on Hermione's, he couldn't help but think how he would at last be nestled between Hermione's thighs, a place he'd yearned to be for such a very long time. Instantly hard, he tried to ignore how she wriggled against his cock as he plundered her mouth. He had wanted her for an age. Now, as he was so close to plunging into her heat, Severus worried--in his already overexcited state--he would come as soon as he entered her. That would never do. Not only did he want their first time to last, Severus was determined to show Hermione exactly why he was preferable to some nameless Muggle boy. In an attempt to slow the pace, Severus swirled his tongue languidly around hers while his thoughts whirled.

Sweet Arcadia, her mouth is so hot. Will she be this hot when I thrust into her? Easy, old man...easy...you're letting the carriage get ahead of the Thestral...must take this slow. She tastes like heaven. I could kiss her like this for all eternity...ah...but there is so much more of her to explore...inch by delicious inch.

Tearing his lips away from hers, Severus ignored her whimpering cries as he wrapped a hand in the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her head back to expose her throat. Her whimpers turned to needy moans as he showed the delicate skin of her neck the same attentions he had lavished on her mouth. Particularly attentive to the hollow at the base of her throat, he felt the pounding of her pulse on his tongue as he laved the tender spot. Nibbling his way along her jaw line, Severus nestled his nose behind her ear for a moment simply to breathe in the spicy scent of her hair. He then proceeded to attack her earlobe with the same enthusiasm he had shown her throat. Nipping it gently, Severus growled softly as Hermione wriggled on his lap.

Severus was not the only one making every attempt to take things slow. While Hermione was enjoying all Severus was doing--her knickers were so soaked she was rather embarrassed by it--she was growing impatient for more. When Severus nipped her earlobe, Hermione could no longer hold herself in check. Wanting to feel his hard length where she most desired it, she slithered off his lap long enough to re-position herself. Straddling him, she clenched both hands in his hair and dragged his mouth back to hers as she began to rock against him. It was Severus' turn to groan as he planted both hands on her arse, squeezing and encouraging her movements against him.

Completely distracted by the hard length on which she was rocking, Hermione failed to notice Severus' hands moving from her bum to the buttons of her blouse. By the time she did notice, the sneaky Slytherin was sliding the blouse off her shoulders, dropping it unceremoniously to the floor. Momentarily abandoning Hermione's mouth, Severus pushed her away slightly in order to get a good view of what he had stealthily uncovered. Eyes roaming hungrily over her, he noted the soft curve of her stomach and the generous swell of breasts covered in the silky fabric of a Muggle bra. Studying the clasp between her breasts intently for a moment, Severus snapped the clasp open with a seemingly nonchalant flick of his dexterous fingers. The bra soon met its compatriot on the floor as Severus leaned forward to attach his mouth enthusiastically to one breast. His appreciative growl vibrated over her tightening nipple.

Rocking momentarily forgotten, Hermione arched forward, a sound falling from her lips that was half sigh, half needy moan. This soft envoy went in Severus' ear and traveled directly to his cock, which twitched sharply in growing anticipation. With another throaty growl, Severus switched his attentions to Hermione's other breast, causing her to utter more delicious sounds.

Running her hands up and down his arms, Hermione grew impatient with the cloth still covering him from neck to toe. Pushing him abruptly back against the sofa, she began to unbutton his waistcoat. She gave up after the fifth tiny button.

"Stop smirking at me and do something about these blasted buttons!" she teased impatiently. "Why you barricade yourself behind a multitude of buttons I shall never understand."

As Severus slipped his wand from his sleeve he answered her. "I trust Potter has told you of the scene he witnessed in my Pensieve?" he asked softly. He continued after she answered him with a small nod. "Then I imagine you might understand I have never had any reason I would wish to be easily undressed...until tonight," he purred, giving a smooth wave of his wand. Every button on his clothing, from his waistcoat to the last button on the cuffs of his trousers, popped open.

Hermione had become momentarily saddened by his confession about why he stayed so buttoned up; the sudden sight of the lightly-haired chest bared by popping buttons drove all thought from her head. Winding her hands under his clothes, she then simply leaned her face into his chest and breathed in his scent. She noted that he smelled nothing like her Muggle friend. George had routinely doused himself in his father's Old Spice cologne, which Hermione had found barely tolerable. Severus smelled like himself... earthy, musky, with a slight sharp tang of sweat. He smelled addictive and Hermione was a willing addict. Nuzzling further into his clothing, she began to explore his chest with wandering hands and a hungry mouth.

A hissing intake of breath was Severus' reaction when Hermione's exploring mouth found one of his small, flat, nipples. The hiss merged into a groan as she nipped at it with her teeth. Severus was having growing difficulty keeping the pace slow. Aeval guide me, he thought. How in the world shall I keep myself in check when she devastates me with a simple caress? I've laughed in the Dark Lord's face, yet now I find myself trembling because of this slip of a girl. Perhaps it is time to pick up the pace.

Taking a moment to toe off his boots, Severus was amused when Hermione took a quick look over her shoulder to see what the noise was and then--giving him a quick grin--followed his example, ridding herself of her own shoes. Still grinning, Hermione then stood and--pulling Severus to his feet--slid his coat and shirt off his shoulders, letting them drop to the growing pile on the floor. Hermione's grin faded to a look of frank appreciation as she ran her hand up his arm and over the curve of his bicep. Severus had been a bit worried about what she would think of him, especially as thin as he now was. Her last lover had been some nubile young Muggle, after all. Her hungry gaze quieted his last fears. Indeed, she didn't even shy away from his Dark Mark, giving it barely a glance as she ran her hands over him.

Suddenly impatient, Severus knelt before her. His hands found the closure at the back of Hermione's skirt. In a thrice, it was open, and Severus slid the garment slowly down her legs. After taking the time to gently remove her socks, he then pressed a reverent kiss to Hermione's stomach, just above the band of her knickers. Standing, he removed his own trousers and socks with far less grace. For a tiny eternity they simply gazed at one another as they stood with naught but a small pair of knickers and soft cotton boxers to come between them. Later, neither would remember who made the first move. In truth, it was at the same instant. As Hermione moved forward, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her cheek against his chest, Severus enveloped her in a hug as tight as the one he'd given her in Albus' office. Resting his face against the top of her head, Severus continued the familiar embrace for an age before at last reaching down to slip an arm under her knees and sweep her up into his arms. Never taking his eyes off Hermione's, Severus carried her into his bedroom.

Entering the room, Severus lost no time in striding up to the four-poster and laying Hermione upon it. As soon as she was settled, Severus reached for her knickers and slid the damp cloth smoothly off her body. As he leaned down, intending to join her on the bed, he was startled by Hermione's response.

"No!" she said, glowering at him.

"Hermione?" he asked uncertainly, clearly puzzled. Had she suddenly changed her mind? If she has, I'll go barking mad...or I'll throttle the vixen...what the hell...

Severus' inner ranting was interrupted by her next words. Narrowing her eyes at him and pointing to his boxers, she said imperiously, "You will take those off this instant!" The confusion Severus felt turned immediately into aroused amusement at her eagerness. She was indeed a vixen, and--more importantly--she was his vixen. Taking a moment to release his rigid cock from the confining fabric of his boxers, Severus drank in her reaction as he let the fabric slide down his legs to the floor. The combination of flushed embarrassment and blatant interest on her dear face was enchanting. Sliding onto the bed beside her, Severus drew her into his embrace and kissed her deeply. It was time to show Hermione exactly why he was preferable to some clumsy young Muggle boy.

Had Hermione known what was going through Severus' mind, she would have reassured him that he was already preferable to her Muggle friend, George. She was more aroused by Severus' kisses and caresses than she'd been by actually having sex with George. Earlier, when he had attacked her breasts with his hot, hungry mouth, Hermione had felt practically at the edge of orgasm. Now, feeling his naked body at last pressed close to hers, Hermione was fast approaching that precipice. When she felt his dexterous fingers slip inside her wet folds, she was already so aroused that it took but a few firm caresses before she came, crying out into the mouth still devouring her own. When Severus slipped his fingers inside her, the hot, wet, proof of exactly how much Hermione desired him it was a balm to his soul. Sweet Nimue, but the little vixen was so responsive! He had thought Hermione likely quite passionate under her bookish exterior, and Severus was pleased to find out that this was indeed so. Why, she came almost as soon as he stroked her inner folds, and the sound she made into his hungry mouth was an absolute delight. A high, slightly wavering, crooning note; sweeter than song. By all the gods, he'd make her sing so over and over simply for the pleasure of hearing her in her passion.

Some women need a touch of recuperation time after achieving orgasm. Some get sleepy, distracted, or overwhelmed. Some, on the other hand, feel energized, talkative, or even more excited. Perhaps it is no great surprise that Hermione belongs to the latter group. As her cry faded, Hermione grasped her hands in Severus' hair and peppered his face with kisses while making small appreciative sounds and happy humming noises. At last, she drew slightly away from him to gaze into his eyes.

"You darling man!" she exclaimed. "I've never come so fast in my life, not even..." here she paused a moment, blushing, "er...on my own."

This enthusiastic confession made Severus chuckle. The warm, rich sound echoed around the chamber as she pretended to scowl at him. The scowl on her face--so unmistakably an imitation of his own--made him laugh harder. When Hermione opened her mouth to chastise him, he halted his laughter to silence her with a heated kiss.

"I trust that you find me preferable to your little Muggle friend?" he asked between kisses.

"Severus," she murmured breathlessly, "there is no comparison."

"Ah, but vixen," he growled, "I have not even begun to show you why I am preferable." This confident statement--growled so sexily into her ear--caused Hermione to tremble in anticipation. Her trembling increased as he left her mouth to blaze a trail of kisses down her torso. Arching off the bed, Hermione scarcely knew what it was he was doing to her. She only knew she wanted more...she needed more of his stroking hands, his hungry mouth, his deep and growling voice.

Noting that Hermione was writhing and whimpering before he got as far as her belly button, Severus decided to take pity on the vixen and give her another taste of what she so obviously craved. He was ready for a taste of something, as well. Lying between her legs, Severus lifted her hips off the bed with both hands and plunged his tongue into her dripping sex. Always an articulate man, Severus put his dexterous tongue to a more intimate use as she bucked against his mouth in growing abandon. It was not long at all before Hermione was once again crooning her release. Gods, but he could become addicted to that sweet sound.

At last nearing the end of his patience, Severus surged back up her body to give her a searing kiss. Hermione showed the same enthusiastic response as she had after her first orgasm. Yes, indeed, Severus thought, he could definitely get used to spending time with this passionate young witch.

Pulling his mouth from Hermione's, he spoke. "As enjoyable as these preliminaries are, vixen, I grow impatient for the main event."

"Yes," she breathed. "Oh, yes...please...now..."

Reaching a hand down to position himself, Severus gazed into Hermione's eyes as he slowly slid inside her. She was gloriously tight...deliciously hot...and so wet he slid in to her tight heat easily.

"Sweet heaven," he murmured, beginning to stroke in and out of her blissful channel slowly and firmly. Severus found Hermione was quite vocal during sex, but she was also quite inarticulate. The amazing array of whimpering cries and pleased moans that issued from Hermione's mouth spurred Severus to speed his thrusts. All too soon he was thrusting into her wildly as Hermione shouted with growing excitement.

Feeling himself nearing a precipice, Severus lowered his mouth to Hermione's ear to growl breathlessly into it. "Sing for me, my vixen. Sing for me again."

As if she were only waiting for his command, Hermione crooned again as she found her release. That longed for sound, combined with the feeling of her walls clenching and trembling around his cock, was all it took to send Severus over the edge to his own release. Screaming her name, Severus' strokes grew shallow and erratic as his seed pumped into her. It had been so long since he'd lain with a woman. The sweet shock of his orgasm was so intense he nearly passed out. His body going limp, he collapsed atop Hermione.

When he regained his senses, he heard Hermione cooing soft reassurances in his ear as she stroked her hands up and down his back. Realizing he must be crushing her, he tried to at least raise himself to his elbows as he muttered, "I'm too heavy for you..."

"Don't be silly!" Hermione replied. "I love the way you feel on me."

Giving in, Severus continued to rest atop her, enjoying her caresses. When he felt his softening member slip from her sex, he rolled to the side, pulling Hermione with him so that she landed sprawled half over him. Hermione burrowed happily against him as he held her close.

"I trust you now know 'what all the fuss is about'?" he couldn't help asking, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk.

"Indeed, I do," she replied seriously. "I didn't know it could be like that, love. I don't think it would be with any man but you."

"I hope you don't intend to attempt to prove that theory," Severus growled possessively. "For as long as I live...you are mine."

Before Hermione could argue with his conviction that he was doomed to die, the recovering couple was abruptly interrupted. Richard "Dick" Turpin had become bored and journeyed into the bedroom to see what Severus was up to. Finding the couple in bed together and scenting what they had been up to in the air, Turpin scrambled gleefully onto Severus' bed and began to chatter happily as he bounced around them.

"You mated! It's about fucking time you stubborn gits. What the bloody hell took you so blasted long? If this is how all wizards act, I'm surprised the whole fucking lot of you haven't died out," Turpin said with great good cheer.

A bit embarrassed, Hermione had to remind herself that Turpin was still an animal and that the situation was really no worse than when Crookshanks caught her coming out of the shower. Hermione managed to keep herself from trying to hide under the bedclothes which they sprawled on top of, but she could do nothing to hide her blush.

"Turpin!" Severus shouted. "Leave us in peace immediately! You know damned well this sort of behavior is not permissible!"

"But Syphilis! You promised! You promised to tell me the answer! Did she taste better?"

Completely befuddled, Hermione made the mistake of asking Turpin what he was talking about. She was both appalled and amused as Turpin launched into a spirited, if off-key, rendition of "Do Virgins Taste Better."

"A dragon has come to our village today.

We've asked him to leave, but he won't go away.

Now he's talked to our king and they worked our a deal:

No more homes will he burn and no crops will he steal.

Now there is but one catch, we dislike it a bunch:

Twice a year he invites him a virgin to lunch.

Well, we've no other choice, so the deal we'll respect,

But we can't help but wonder and pause to reflect:

Do virgins taste better than those who are not?

Are they salty, or sweeter, more juicy or what?

Do you savor them slowly? Gulp them down on the spot?

Do virgins taste better than those who are not?"

"TURPIN! You will stop that infernal singing immediately!" Severus shouted. Noticing that Hermione had buried her head in his armpit and seemed to be crying, Severus made an awkward attempt to sooth the agitated witch. "Hermione, you really shouldn't pay such attention to Turpin, you know he can't help himself, I assure you..." Severus trailed off as he belatedly realized that Hermione was not crying into his armpit, but giggling. "Oh for fuck's sake!" he snapped. Turning his attention to the still singing jarvey, he hissed, "Turpin, if I answer your blasted question will you leave us in peace for the remains of the night?"

Abruptly stopping his singing, Turpin regarded his master with serious eyes. "Deal," he chirped.

"Then I must tell you that I do not know the answer to that question, it was not pertinent to this situation."

"You mean the vixen wa..."

"Turpin! I assure you that Hermione is pleasing in all ways. I have no complaints in any department, nor do I particularly care about the culinary pleasures of virgins. Fuck virgins!"

Satisfied with this answer, Turpin scrambled off the bed and headed for the door, all the while gleefully chuckling as he shouted "Fuck the virgins!" over and over. After his familiar had vacated the room, Severus turned his attention to the witch still giggling into his armpit. Suddenly rolling her over, Severus landed atop her and proceeded to distract Hermione from her amusement. Her giggling mouth was soon issuing an assortment of whimpering moans. With a satisfied smile, Severus lowered his mouth to hers as he thrust his cock deeply inside her.

It was shaping up to be a most satisfying evening.