His Virgin Huntress - Part I

A/N: Sorry it took so long getting this up! Huge thanks to Maria for all her help straightening out this chapter.

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Another month had passed, and Severus could not handle the distance between him and Hermione for another day. He Apparated to her shop on his free weekend and found her hard at work in her trademark elegance. Today, it was a soft, lightweight white blouse and black skirt with a lovely pair of shiny, high-heeled shoes that showed off her calves nicely, and her hair up in a twist. She wore pearl and diamond earrings, flattering to her face and complementing her hairstyle, and a roped pearl necklace that nested teasingly on the exposed skin above her cleavage. He waited in silence until the wizard she was helping left.

She stood at the door, having escorted the man outside. "Severus," she began, looking uneasy as she gripped the door handle tightly with both hands. One hand went to her pearls, and she shook as she kept her eyes downcast. "I apologize, Severus. Things have been confusing, and I needed time."

He raised one eyebrow and said, "I have a Pensieve for you."

Hermione looked up and studied his face for a moment. Without a word, she closed the shop. "Would you like some tea?" she asked him when she turned back to face him.

"Thank you."

***

Hermione came out of the Pensieve crying.

"She's so beautiful!" she said as she sobbed on Severus' chest. She looked up at him as she wiped her face. "You are so close to her. How did you do it?"

"I'm her new friend. I attend numerous tea parties, answer a thousand questions, deal with her frivolous chattering, and love every bit of it. She is beautiful, just like her mother, and I love them both very much." He added, "Hermione," in a soft whisper as he held her by her shoulders, "I miss you...respect you...just as I have from the first moment I saw you when I walked into this store. I am in love with you. I can't change or heal your pain. I wish I could."

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately on the lips. He eagerly responded.

"Severus," she breathed as she broke away for air. "This was why I had to keep you away. I knew if I didn't push you away, the next step would be... uh..." She closed her eyes, and her face turned ghostly white. She removed her hands from him as if he burned to the touch.

"I just can't!" she blurted out. "I can't! I think of it, but when my mind reaches that point, I feel so sick. I'm sorry I hurt you. It was on purpose, too! I wouldn't be able to handle it, and what would happen to me if I freaked out? What would it say about me if I liked it? I mean, it's not like I haven't thought of it before. I-I don't know what to do."

Severus watched as new tears and fear gathered in her eyes. "Don't worry," he whispered as he cradled the side her face with his hand.

He rested his eyes on her and looked deep into them. "So that you know, being with me, however you want it, or how far you wish for us to go... it would make you a woman. Just a normal woman who wants to feel safe in the hands of the man to whom she is giving herself. How can it be wrong to be who you are? Can you allow your mind to rest and give your body permission to be made love to in whichever way you wish?"

Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but Severus brushed her lips with his thumb.

"You are a beautifully made woman, Hermione. Don't force yourself not to feel. You were made to feel so much pleasure." He kissed her, lightly touching her lips with his own before taking possession of them.

"I don't know. I don't know anything," she said as her lips trembled.

"We'll take it slow. However you want it, Hermione," he whispered. "For however long..."

***

Severus picked Hermione up and carried her over to her bed, setting her down gently on her feet. He stood in front of her, and they kissed, slowly at first, but then more passionately.

"How do we do this?" Hermione asked as she timidly felt up and down the contours of his toned arms.

"No," Severus told her. "This is not about what you do for me. I just want you to feel me close to you, enjoying my kiss and my touch."

He ran a warm hand along the side of her leg, dragging the material slightly along with it from thigh to hip and whispered, "You are a very desirable woman."

She was trembling as she turned her back to him, unbuttoning her blouse. She tugged it out of the skirt's waistband and removed it. She was about to remove her bra when a hand stilled her.

She turned her head sharply around, and Severus was there, his eyes were full of tears. He edged closer to her and traced the branded "V" with his finger.

"Some days I forget it's even there, but then I'll rub it against something or aggravate it, and it will start to hurt. That's one of the reasons I wear such silky soft clothes. It's very sensitive."

"That would account for the satin sheets," he concluded. His voice was deep and thick with emotion.

"Yes," she replied.

He lowered his mouth and kissed it softly. She felt odd...all of this was strange and new. She removed her skirt and heard Severus' throaty moan of approval of her just in her matching bra, knickers, and garter belt set. She concentrated on slowly removing her stocking from the buttons of her garters, innocently unaware that her technique was making Severus crave her even more. Severus gazed hungrily at her bountiful breasts contained in elaborate lace. Afterwards, she stood frozen, scared of what was to happen next.

Severus picked her up and lowered her tenderly on the coverlet and gently sat on the side of the bed. He carefully removed his robe and boots. Hermione looked him over and saw the thick bulge in his pants and closed her eyes. Severus saw her reaction and doubled his reserve to keep her at ease.

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Hermione was greeted with soft lips that lightly nipped at her skin. A pair of hands grazed her skin as they descended to cup her covered breasts. Hermione kept still on her back, focusing on just breathing, and was rewarded with sensuous lips around her left nipple, suckling gently through the material. She gasped in pleasure and ran a hand through Severus' hair.

"That feels wonderful," she murmured. "Please don't stop."

"May I?" he asked as he gestured towards removing her bra.

Hermione's eyes widened as she experienced the dark wizard cradle her frame and gently release her from her constraint. He laid her back down, and as he rose, he brought her brassiere away from her chest, revealing her creamy breasts. He caressed her lightly with his fingertips, as if committing the feel of her to memory. She grasped his shoulders and silently urged him to take her again into his mouth.

"When I awoke from the birth, my breasts had been bound to stop my milk from coming in," she whispered as cradled his head to her breast. "I could hear her crying, and I wanted her. I needed her, but she was already gone from me."

Severus looked up into her face and caressed her cheek. "You should have been able to nurse our child, Hermione. That was a normal response," he murmured.

Her eyes blurred with fresh tears. "I've felt bound ever since. Now I'm feeling quite unraveled," she confessed with a shy smile.

"I can make you come undone, if you trust me, Hermione," he replied.

Hermione watched his eyes as he spoke, and she followed them down back to the dark rose of her nipple. She watched as he bathed her breasts with his tongue. He sucked hard on one, making her nearly mad with desire, and massaged the other, milking it to a hard tip, which shot electric pulses right through her body to her core. He rewarded her trust with a generous suckling which only intensified the sensations shooting through her, ending his teasing play with an audible pop as he released her nipple from the warmth of his mouth that just about made her jump out of her skin.

Smiling, he closed the gap between them and drew her other breast into his mouth, suckling softly and lightly scraping her skin with his teeth. She was whimpering and gasping now. A pulse was beating heavily between her legs, and each squeeze of her thighs together to relieve the pressure only gave her more sensation and need. She felt her inner thighs become slippery with her wetness. She desperately wanted him to touch her there, between her thighs, deep inside, but just as she was forming the words, Severus pushed her breasts together and sucked on both nipples simultaneously. Her head flung back onto her pillow as her back arched, thrusting herself into his mouth even further, and screamed out an orgasm that ripped out of her from somewhere she didn't know existed inside her. She could hardly think, panting and sweating profusely as her vision went in and out of focus as her heart beat erratically in its attempt to slow down.

Hermione felt every bone in her body relax. This was a completely new experience. She was wet and open...so open...that she knew her body would accept him with no problem. In fact, she wanted him to make love to her. He had turned her inside out without using one finger...only his marvelous, talented tongue. God Almighty! If he could do that to her with his mouth, she would be only a blithering mess after he had ridden her through numerous orgasms.

***

Severus was aching for relief. When...she had climaxed from his suckling, he nearly came in his pants. Her breasts were made for loving, and the taste of her skin and the softness there made him want to make up for all the wasted years she had gone without knowing a man's tender touch.

When he could at last form a sentence, he said, "I want you to feel pleasure. You, of all women, deserve that. Do you know how you like to be touched?"

She dropped her forehead to his shoulder to hide her face and gathered the courage to whisper in his ear what she had fantasized about for years.

Good God! I could spend a lifetime doing just that! he thought.

He eased her down across her satin sheets and carefully removed her knickers. She was shaking and shivering as she allowed him to spread her legs. She felt his large hands glide up and around her legs, massaging and warming them, easing her nerves.

"Don't you know how desirable you are?" he asked quietly.

She felt her face grow warm, and she said lowly, "My stomach isn't...right. I have stretch marks." She tried to hide them from his eyes and hands, but he nipped and kissed her lightly on her mouth.

"Shh," he whispered. "You are perfect."

He traveled down to her breasts and made her whimper with excitement before lowering further to lightly touch and run the tip of his tongue along the long streaks around her belly.

Hermione felt tears again prick her eyes as he continued to kiss her around her center and made his way between her legs. She was trying to thank him, to say something coherent, but he was already busying himself kissing and tasting her juices on her thighs. Hermione barely got up on one elbow to see what he was doing before plopping back down in a jumbled combination of exhaustion and a building intensity of what was to happen. Dear God! He was going to taste her, post orgasm, and her newly fresh arousal. She felt the floodgates had opened for the first time. But what really blew her mind was that she couldn't care less what he did...just as long as he never stopped.

When he lowered his mouth onto her moist center, she moaned with abandon. He ran his tongue up and down the length of her, finally settling to concentrate on her tiny bud. A few swipes with his tongue sent her over the edge, gasping and moaning. He felt her small hand on the wide expanse of his back, fisting his shirt, and she pushed him down into her warmth. There was a flurry of tongue, teeth, and fingers massaging, teasing, and nipping until she nearly jackknifed off the bed, screeching in helplessness at the overwhelming deliciousness of her climax.

She was mindless and free. For the first time... she was free... "Severus!" she cried out as she exploded inside, feeling her body quiver and fall into complete relaxation.

***

He rose over her, and she reflexively closed her eyes painfully as she waited for his intrusion.

"Open your eyes, Hermione," he whispered as he continued to stroke her body and kiss her delicately. He kissed along her neck, and she felt herself melting away under his attention to her body. She felt the openness deep inside of her and wanted him to fill her.

He lay beside her and caressed her face and smoothed her hair. "We don't need to rush. Let me love you this way."

Hermione was blushing beet red. She lowered her eyes and said, "What about you? I mean, don't you want me?"

Her voice was so full of fear and of certain disappointment, he wanted nothing more than to thrust himself into her to the hilt and show her how much he desired her. But he didn't want to frighten his sweet virgin. To him, that was how she was. Her innocence moved him and created a protectiveness over her that felt... right.

He brushed her lips with his own and nuzzled her ear while her answered her. "I don't want to rush things. You are very enticing, and I am in considerable discomfort, but I am willing to suffer for you."

Hermione pulled back and tentatively searched out his manhood through his trousers. Sensing her curiosity, he took her hand and placed it against his erection.

She gasped, and Severus' eyes closed in ecstasy as she rubbed her hand along his shaft. He blessed heaven that she was still addicted to learning.

"Does this feel good?" she whispered as she continued to massage his length through the rough material of his trousers.

"God, yes," he panted. He clung to her body as she heightened his state of arousal.

"I want to see it," she told him.

In his haze, he wasn't sure he was hearing clearly or if he was imagining what she had said.

"I want to touch it," she pleaded as she kissed him languidly on his half open mouth. He froze as she fumbled to release him. Her innocent attempt at seduction only fueled his lust. When her hand touched his skin, he hissed. It was excruciatingly erotic. He thrust into her hand out of sheer reflex and mumbled his apology. When he weakly opened his eyes, he saw her awe-struck face. Her eyes glittered, and her face was positively gleeful.

"I think I like this," she informed him.

"What?" he asked, stupidly.

"You are nearly out of your mind with want, and I'm doing this to you. I have control."

He covered her mouth hungrily with his own and savagely kissed her. Her high-pitched squeaks of approval along with her own greedy kisses sent him into a fury of desperation. She slid her hand up and down his arousal, and he bucked and thrusted in a frenzy of lust. He ripped his mouth from hers and roared her name as his orgasm ripped through his balls and out his length onto her hand and stomach. Afterwards, he gasped through a haze of darkness. He was shaking, sweating and panting as Hermione wrapped her free hand on his back and urged him to lie on her with shushing noises that lulled him quickly to sleep.