The Chair

AN: Again, I don't own them and I am not making any money from this.

A huge thank you to the Potions Mistress for beta reading for me!

Hugs,

Corazon

Chapter 2

The Chair

Grabbing her hand, Severus led Hermione to a chair that was next to the fireplace. Taking a seat, he commanded, "Sit." She grinned at him, but instead of sitting on his lap, she stepped onto the chair with one foot on either side of his legs. She was standing before him with her pussy directly in front of his mouth.

"Perhaps I will sit later, but first..." she swung one leg over the back of the chair, spreading herself for his viewing pleasure. She braced against the chair with one hand while caressing the side of his face with the other. He cocked an eyebrow at the gift before him and looked up at her, amused.

"For someone who is destined to keep her virginity until no longer a student, you are quite trimmed." She blushed, not knowing how to respond. Looking back at her glistening, pink, pussy, he inhaled her scent. He felt his cock coming back to life. Opening his mouth, he leaned forward to taste her.

"Severus..." she said, pushing his head back against the chair. "Do you have any idea what a good girl I have been? I have done everything asked of me... I study... I stay out of trouble... I don't do things those nasty girls do. They do things that my grandmother says will make a person go blind..." He leaned forward again, trying to taste her, but once again, she pushed his head back.

Taking her hand off his face, she slid a finger inside of her wet pussy, spreading her wetness around. His mouth opened a bit wide as his eyes followed the direction of moving her finger. Leaning into him, she whispered, "I am tired of following the rules, Severus. I want to be one of those nasty girls..." Removing her finger, she placed it on his lips. He immediately sucked her finger clean. "Show me what those nasty girls do...." She removed her finger and began rubbing her clit.

Hermione's head leaned back as she pleasured herself with her fingers. Severus let out a slight moan as he slipped his hands under her. Gripping her ass, he pulled her toward him, refusing to be denied what he craved. He dipped his tongue into her pink folds and drew it back into his mouth, savoring her. As erotic as it was watching her pleasure herself, he needed to be a part of it. Kneading her ass, he again pulled her close as he dove into her, sliding his tongue around her glisten walls, tasting her, drinking her. Her hips bucked as she let out a moan. His tongue thrust further into her while her fingers worked her clit. Her hips were rhythmically grinding toward him and her moans increasing.

She tilted her head forward and looked at him. "Do you like how I taste?" she asked in a strained voice.

He pulled back just enough and hissed, "I've always been ravenous for pussy, and I must say yours tastes like heaven." Removing one hand from her ass, he took her hand and he placed her fingers in his mouth. Licking them clean, he looked at her intently. "Allow me to show you how this is supposed to work..."

He leaned into her again and slowly flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. She shivered and moaned as her hips bucked. "Oooooooooh..." she whimpered. Her fingers were nothing compared to what his tongue was doing to her. "Oh gods, yes..." she moaned, grinding against him. The fire spread through her body. It was unlike anything she had every imagined. Now she understood what the "heat of the moment" was and why so many used this as an excuse for "going too far." If her mother walked into the room, Hermione would still beg for Severus to continue.

His fingers thrust into her, and he felt her hymen as an evil grin spread over his face. He knew all the magic in Hogwarts couldn't protect her cherry now, thanks to the Headmaster. It was Severus' to pop and he was going to do just that, but for now, he continued his ministrations.

Flattening his tongue against her, he licked and sucked her clit as his fingers continued thrusting in her. She ground her hips against him as her juices continued to increase. His chin and nose were covered with her nectar and he still couldn't get enough. Gods, his cock ached from the thought of her tight pussy pulsing around it. He needed to make her come so he could fuck her. Applying more pressure to her clit, he heard her moan even louder.

"There..." she hissed. "Right... there... oooohhh," her voice was strained. Her walls were pulsing a bit stronger around his fingers, indicating her release was near. Pulling her closer, he ground his nose against her clit while his tongue flicked just above her entrance. His fingers moved to a 'come hither' motion and with the way she cried out, he knew he found her G-spot.

"Oh, gods!" she cried, staring at him while pumping her pussy against his nose and tongue. "I... knew... it... your... nose..." she cried. Her release came with a string of profanities he never knew she was capable of and he didn't care. He drank every drop she had to offer. Gods, he did love pussy and, in truth, hers was heaven... perhaps because he knew he was the first to taste it or because it was forbidden fruit.

Her muscles pulsed around his fingers, clamping and squeezing. He lifted his head just a bit, bringing his tongue back to her clit. Assuming the potion had the same effect on her orgasms as it did his, he continued sucking on her clit. Within minutes she was screaming his name again and again and again. The Head Girl was his puppet and he controlled her by a single flick of his tongue.

He smirked at the reason it had taken him an hour to report to Dumbledore's office earlier. Never had he dreamed of experiencing multiple orgasms, something only women have had the privilege of, but this potion gave him experiences he only dreamed of. And if she wanted to know what the 'nasty' girls do, he would not deny her, but more selfish, he was not going to deny himself.

Eventually she brought her leg down, collapsing onto him. Slowly she slid down to her knees so that she was straddling him. Breathless and lethargic, her legs trembled as she rested her head against his chest. She closed her eyes, not believing just how incredible it was. Her mind spun and her ears rang. She was no longer aware of her surroundings or who was holding her. Ecstasy was the only word that came to mind.

It was clear she needed to rest, but he couldn't and with what he needed from her, she didn't need to participate, but he knew she would. Picking her up, he positioned her over his cock and pushed her down hard, filling her.

~*~

"Shouldn't you check on her?" asked Minerva, who was fidgeting with her wand while pacing Albus' office.

"She is fine, Minerva," Albus responded as he looked over some paperwork. He felt her staring at him and sighed. Looking at her over his half-moon glasses, he said, "I trust Severus with my life."

"Please, Albus," she snapped. "I've been around long enough to know that even a man with the strongest morals can't resist a young, beautiful woman who is openly willing to give up her innocence."

"Minerva," Albus sighed, "Severus has been nothing but a perfect gentleman while being in a position of trust here at Hogwarts. Never once has he looked or acted in an inappropriate manner toward the students here."

"Define inappropriate!" she snapped. Albus sat down in his chair behind his desk and looked sternly at her, but it didn't silence her. "Do you know how many points my House has lost because of his..."

"Severus has dedicated his life to..."

"Serving the Order. I know! I know! But that does not excuse his questionable behavior for the way he treats students!"

"Minerva, just because he is a bit tougher on Gryffindor doesn't mean..."

"A bit tougher? He is hard on them, Albus! I am afraid to see just how hard he is on Miss Granger."

"Minerva, give him at least a day before we go checking up on him. He is the best Potions master this castle has ever seen and I have nothing but faith that he will find a cure." She glared at him.

"I'll give him one day," she snapped and then mumbled, "I hope he isn't too hard with her."

~*~

"OUCH!" she cried, lifting her head up. "Damn it! That hurts, Severus!" she screamed.

He smoothly asked, "So you don't want my cock in your pussy?" She looked down to see their joining and realizing she was getting ready to fuck him, gasped, but no longer protested. The fire was building in her again, but the pain was still there. Not moving, she felt the pain fading. Her walls trembled from the intrusion and she became acutely aware at just how much he filled her.

The pressure on his cock was incredible, and Severus' hips slowly thrust upward. She winced at first, but was relieved the pain did not increase with his movement. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she felt him moving slowly in and out of her. Realizing the pain was no longer an issue, she looked at him with an all too familiar glint in her eye.

"Teach me what to do," she whispered. Keeping his hands on her hips, he said, "Ride it, Hermione. Move up..." he guided her up. "Move down... let me fill you..." he pulled her down with his hips pushing upward to meet hers. She continued watching their joining as she moved. She was so wet that he slid in and out of her so easy, yet she was so incredibly tight. Her movements were a bit awkward at first.

"Relax," he whispered, "No matter how you move, it still feels exquisite for me..." His words calmed her and she began to relax. Looking at him, she locked onto his black, intense eyes. She quivered at the way he looked at her. It was as if nothing else mattered in this world. Relaxing, she pulled all the way out of him and then back down, enjoying the feel of his cock entering her, filling her. Every time she impaled herself with him, she moaned and whimpered.

"This is what it's like?" she moaned.

"Yes, this is the beginning," he said. Once she established a rhythm, he moved one hand to her front and used his thumb to rub her clit. With every downward motion, she ground her clit against his thumb. She was a quick learner, but then again when the reward is pleasure...

"I want to come again... with you filling me..." she said, "please make it so, Severus..."

"As you wish," he said. Her arms were locked around his neck as her movements increased in speed. Her breasts bounced with each thrust and her moans and whimpers almost became squeaks.

His own release was quickly nearing and given the fact that he was capable of remaining hard, due to the potion, he let it come. The pressure in his groin built and the fire spread through him. "Faster..." he hissed and she obeyed. Gripping her hips with both hands, he slammed her down on his cock, hitting her cervix. She cried out from the pain, but did not protest. With a deep, primal growl, he came. His warm fluid spilled into her as he thrust deeply.

Breathless, he leaned his head back against the chair to rest. Hermione reciprocated for his earlier reactions and continued riding him since he was still rock hard. With one hand on his shoulder, she took her other hand and began stimulating herself. Her orgasm hit with more intensity than before as her walls gushed and pulsed around his cock. She cried out from the pleasure and silently he watched her, admired her. As her orgasm subsided, he wrapped his arms around her waist, stood up with her around him, and carried her over to his bed.

This was just the beginning...

~TBC

AN: Thank you for all of your wonderful reviews! I cannot begin to tell you just how much I appreciate them. I honestly cherish each and every one of them.

Super big Severus 69 hugs to all of you!

Corazon