Twenty-Four

A/N: If you read the last chapter, then you know where this is going. If it's not your cup of tea, you can safely skip ahead, because this chapter is going to be all about that.

No beta, so any mistakes are my own.

Disclaimer: They are not mine; I only take them out to play. Sometimes they have anal sex. I really can't control them anymore.

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Soon, Severus wiggled half out from under her so that he could fumble around in the nightstand drawer.

"I don't know how to do this any more than the other things we've tried," he said, "but I know we'll need this. It's Muggle, of course, but it works quite well...as I can personally attest."

He presented her the bottle of lubricant for her inspection. Of course, the man had lube. He might have been a virgin when Hermione got a hold of him, but he'd mentioned wanking to her on more than one occasion. She opened up the bottle and squirted a tiny amount out so she could rub it between her fingers. It was nice and slippery.

"How would you like us to do this, pet?" he asked.

"Well, there's this scene..."

"In one of Mrs. Potter's trashy books?" he supplied when she faltered.

"Yes, if you must know. Where else do you think I get all my naughty ideas from?"

"I couldn't care less, so long as you keep having them," he said with a leer. "Perhaps after I finish reading Daddy-Long-Legs, we should find a more inspiring book for me to read."

The thought of him reading one of the hotter scenes from one of Ginny's books had her staring at him with parted lips. That deep, sexy voice, reading about throbbing cocks...oh, yes. She'd like that. Her tongue came out to wet her lips as she thought about it.

"Indeed, my lady seems quite taken with that idea. I'll keep that in mind, pet. But for now, I have something else in mind." Pinning her to the bed, he snogged her enthusiastically for a moment before growling in her ear, "Tell me how you would like me to fuck that sweet arse of yours, Hermione."

"Spooned behind me to start," she explained, a little breathless. "Gentle at first...I've never done this before."

"Believe me, pet. I'm well aware I'm about to fuck you where no man has gone before me."

His next kiss was possessive, nearly wild, and altogether wonderful. When he released her, she turned on her side facing away from him, drawing her knees up to present her backside to him. She heard the cap of the lube bottle and shivered in anticipation. Then he was pressed up against her, his chest hair tickling her back, his hard cock brushing her buttocks, his hot mouth kissing and nibbling the back of her neck in that perfect way, making her shiver again. Cool wetness at her arse, and then his finger was sliding inside.

She moaned so loudly that she was a little embarrassed. She had been worried she might not like it, especially since he'd been so taken with the idea. But no, it felt a little odd, but good, and just the thought of him replacing his fingers with his big cock had her moaning again.

"That's it, pet. Good, isn't it? I'm going to put a second finger in now. Yes, pet. Lord, I thought your other channel was tight. We're going to slide these fingers in and out until you're nice and relaxed. I know that from my own explorations. I'm going to fuck you with my fingers, then I'm going to thrust my cock right up this delicious tight arse of yours and fuck you good and properly."

That wicked voice. Hermione wasn't certain if it was that wicked voice or those wicked fingers making her pant for it. She only knew she couldn't wait another second.

"Now, Severus. Fuck me now." Reaching behind herself, she grasped his cock and tried to pull it where she wanted it.

"Patience, you insatiable harpy," he growled, slapping her hand away. "We're starting this gently or we aren't doing it at all."

"Please, Severus. Now, please."

"I do so like it when you beg me," he purred into her ear.

Then his fingers were withdrawing and something much larger was taking their place. She could feel him tense behind her as he slowly, so slowly slid into place. It didn't hurt, exactly, but she felt uncomfortably stretched. But, Merlin, he was there. He was balls deep in her ass.

When she moaned again, he withdrew slowly and gently pushed back into her. On his third gentle invasion, Hermione could feel the passage of her arse suddenly relax, softening around him.

"Oh, that's it, pet," he breathed into her ear. "That's it. So fucking tight, Hermione. You're so fucking tight around me."

Then he was thrusting slightly faster, withdrawing nearly all the way before surging back inside. The too full feeling was gone and it began to feel good, oh so good.

"More, love. More. Fuck me harder, Severus. Fuck me."

He increased his pace, fucking her ass with even more force when she begged again for it. How could this feel so good? He wasn't anywhere near her clit, but it felt so good and hot.

"Severus?"

"Hmm..." He slowed his pace.

"I want to turn you over on your back now, so you can reach me with your hand."

"Yes. Yes, I want to touch you."

He thrust in and held himself there as she rolled him over on his back, still attached. Now she was face up, lying over him at a slight angle, bowed over his hips. Using her legs, she lifted up and rammed her ass back over his cock. His hand flew to her clit and his fingers began to dance over it as she fucked herself on him. Then she found that if she held herself up a little, he could thrust up into her, which he did. Hard and fast.

"Merlin, Severus. I'm going to come. I'm going to come with you fucking me right in the arse. Oh, yes, Severus!"

It was like an avalanche, an earthquake. Never had an orgasm thundered through her with such force. She crooned with the power of it, her eyes widened with shock as wave after wave crashed over her. Then for the second time in her life, she passed out for a few seconds.

When she came to, she was on her stomach with Severus heavy against her back. Her hips were canted up and he was still gently thrusting into her. His mouth was at her ear.

"Please, Hermione, please tell me you are all right. Please, because I don't think I can stop. I don't think I can stop fucking your beautiful tight arse."

"Fuck me! Fuck me, Severus, you fucking brilliant fucking wonderful bastard!"

His hips slammed against the cheeks of her arse, over and over as he pounded into her. His hands worked under her so he could grasp a breast in each hand. His mouth was hot on the back of her neck, his teeth biting at her. The headboard of the bed banged against the wall with the force of his thrusts.

"Yes, Hermione, Yes!"

Then he was pouring into her, his entire body shuddering with the force of his release. He fell limply over her.

While Hermione normally loved keeping Severus' cock inside of her until it softened and slipped out, she found that now that the fun was over, her arse was having none of it. She rolled Severus onto his back, disengaging him in the process. He flopped onto his back bonelessly, and she snuggled up to his side.

"Hermione, while I shall never tire of your other charms, that was extraordinary."

"It was, wasn't it? Maybe not for everyday use, but we are absolutely going to do that again."

"My lovely little wanton woman," he murmured, leaning up to kiss her on the temple. "How I do love you."

"I love you too, you wicked wonderful man."

They lay snuggling until Hermione suddenly needed a trip to the loo. Apparently, while vaginas were built to keep certain liquids inside, her bottom was telling her it would like to get rid of the stuff rather quickly. Severus, shameless as always, followed her into the loo and stood washing his cock off at the sink while she sat on the toilet.

When she farted, he gave her an arch look and then burst into laughter.

"Stop laughing at me," she grumbled, embarrassed.

"It's a perfectly normal reaction after what we've been up to, I imagine." He laughed again. "Do you know that you blush all the way to your pert bubbies?"

He caressed one of the breasts in question as he reached to the cabinet above her to get a small towel to dry himself off. She giggled. She couldn't help it really. He was just so shameless and wicked. In all her wildest imaginings, she'd never believed she'd find a lover like him.

Later, after they'd rested, he begged her to put her fingers up his arse while she sucked him. She'd never done it before, but she'd read about it, and it seemed simple enough. She could hardly say no after he'd been so ready to satisfy her every wish, not that she really wanted to say no. He was always so focused on her pleasure, she'd love a chance to make him go wild.

She sat him on the edge of the bed and put a pillow on the floor before she knelt in front of him. He leaned back on his arms, watching her as she leaned towards him. Mouth hanging open, he was already breathing hard, the anticipation of what she was about to do for him making him pant.

Using one hand at the base, she took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, bobbing her head and using her tongue on him. She locked eyes on him, enjoying that gobsmacked look she loved so well. He watched her avidly, his eyes never leaving the sight of him disappearing into her mouth. She knew how excited it made him to watch himself fucking her. If she didn't get to his arse soon, she might not have time.

Slicking her fingers with lube, she pushed one under his balls, sliding back until she felt the tight pucker. When she pushed it slowly inside, his deep groan told her how much he enjoyed it.

"Oh, Lord, so good," he said, a little breathless. "Another finger, pet, please."

Well, he did say he'd done this before to himself. On her next pass in, she added a second finger while she continued to stroke his cock with her hand and mouth. Now, if she crooked her fingers in a 'come hither' motion, that was supposed to rub his prostate.

She tried it, and easily felt the rounded form of his prostate, rubbing it gently with the tips of her fingers. He gave a short shout, and his hips thrust up a little in reaction.

"Do it again...oh, pet...do that again, please. Oh, sweet Merlin."

He was starting to babble. She repeated the strokes of her fingers as she sucked him. His head fell back, and he thrashed it from side to side. Then he was spurting into her mouth with a wordless shout. He collapsed back onto the bed.

Hermione gently withdrew her fingers and he sighed at the feeling. Her hand was slippery with lube and she didn't want to wipe it on the sheets. Making a brief trip to the loo to wash her hands, she decided they really should keep a towel next to the bed for their messier experiments.

Severus had recovered enough to get fully back onto the bed by the time she returned. He tugged her down into his arms and kissed her breathless.

"That was bloody brilliant, my beautiful witch."

Then he was sliding down her body, his mouth delving into her eager sex while his wicked fingers slipped into her arse. It wasn't as good as having his cock there, but it was still exciting. She called out his name in bliss three times before he finished showing her his appreciation.

They slept for a while, waking only to grab a quick dinner before they returned to the deep sleep of the truly shagged out.