Vigésimo

Forbidden Obsession

Vigésimo

The side of Hermione's face was flush against the cold, rough stone wall and a strong hand captured both her wrists. Bringing them above her head and pinning against the wall, a body pressed against hers. A hand reached down below her skirt and ran along her thigh. A chill ran through her body and she smiled.

She barely whispered his name. "Severus."

His hand moved higher on her thigh to her hipbone, finding her knickers. He ran his fingers under the elastic down to her front, grazing her curls. Fire spread through her body from his touch. Her arousal was evident with the sudden dampness between her legs. She wanted to turn around to face him, to hold him, to touch him, but he was too strong. Instead she closed her eyes and concentrated on him exploring her body.

Keeping his fingers under the elastic, he traced her skin to her backside. Releasing her hands, he brought his other hand down to her knickers. Stepping back just a bit, he raised her skirt, exposing her arse. Using both hands to tear the knickers from her, her body jerked.

"These are a waste of time," he whispered. A chill ran across her body again, causing her to gasp at his words. He moved back further, allowing her to stand away from the cold wall.

Remaining behind her, he moved both hands to the front of her blouse and grasped the opening with both hands. In one swift jerk, her blouse tore open and buttons flew. She could hear them bouncing against the stone, echoing in the corridor. He quickly reached up to her bra and did the same, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the dungeons. As she tried to turn to him, he pushed her flush against the wall and she gasped again. Her nipples hardened instantly from the cold stone and goose bumps rose along her skin. Pressing his hardness into her backside, his body covered hers.

Severus moved her hair to one side, exposing her neck. Pushing her head to the side, his mouth found her soft skin and he slowly licked it while his hand pulled her blouse off one shoulder. Moving his mouth along her collarbone, he bit and nipped at her soft flesh. Her body tingled, and the heat between her legs increased.

He stepped back again and pulled her with him. He placed his foot between her feet and pushed her legs apart while leaning her forward. Hermione placed her hands against the wall to support herself. His other hand moved down her backside to her inner thighs and found her folds. He wasted no time thrusting his fingers into her. She blushed, knowing how aroused he would find her.

Severus was impressed with her evident need and desire for him. He moved his fingers to his mouth and tasted her nectar.

"Perfect," he whispered. He reached down and fumbled with his trousers. Releasing his erection, he leaned one hand against the wall and the other lifted her skirt. Positioning himself with one leg between hers and the other slightly behind, he took his shaft in his hand and guided it into her wet folds. Swiftly thrusting into her, they both gasped. She was still tight and needed to accommodate to his size, but he didn't care. Judging from her moans, she didn't care either. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts. He was taller than her so she found herself on the tips of her toes, bracing herself with her hands against the wall.

His hand reached around, cupped on breast, and roughly began to knead it. He rolled her hard nipple between his fingers, pulling and pinching it while continuing his thrusts.

Moving his other hand down to her front, he located her clitoris and began rubbing and stroking it. Her hips pushed back, meeting his thrusts as his fingers pressed against her clitoris. Every thrust was rewarded by being filled with him and having her clit rub against his fingers. Her head fell back against his chest as she continued to brace herself with her hands. Their rhythm was continuous as was his breathing, but hers was becoming erratic. Her thighs began to tremble and her walls pulsed.

Severus stopped thrusting, but remained in her. His fingers began stroking her nub, bringing her to a full climax. His breathing became heavy and ragged as he fought not to thrust into her. Her hips bucked against him. Her walls were warm velvet, gripping and stroking him with her movements. Her head fell forward as soft moans escaped from her, her orgasm took control of her body.

He slowed his strokes on her clit as he withdrew from her and bent her forward a bit more. Hermione was still supporting herself against the wall she felt his hand move to her folds. Her moisture had increased from their coupling and her orgasm. Spreading her butt cheeks, he spread her moisture along her anus, lubricating her.

Pushing her forward, he brought the head of his penis to her small, pink hole and began to push in. Hermione leaned forward, inviting him. She knew it would be painful, but she had no reason to fear him.

His head pushed past her tight ring of muscles and she whimpered from the pain, but continued leaning forward. Once his head was past her opening, the pain decreased a bit. Slowly he pulled out, but did not withdraw. Again he thrust into her, but with a bit more force than when he entered. His breathing was heavy again and there was a slight growl with each thrust. Hermione whimpered slightly each time he buried himself deep inside of her. This was so unfamiliar to her, but her trust in Severus relaxed her a bit and even aroused her, knowing he could only do this to her now. There would never be another for him to find pleasure in.

He moved his fingers back around to her clitoris and began rubbing it again. Hermione was already aroused from him taking her this way that it didn't take long for her second orgasm. Her walls began pumping but this time she was very aware of how powerful her buttocks muscles clamped around his shaft because he was actually moaning during her climax. His thrusts became powerful and sped up to the point it was causing her pain, but she didn't care. She wanted him to share in the pleasure he brought her. She contained her whimpers so as not to discourage him while she listened to him moan. It was with a final growl he finally climaxed, releasing his hot fluid into her.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, while he braced himself against the wall with his other arm. Their breathing began to slow down and he withdrew from her. She flinched a bit, but remained against him.

When both their breathing returned to normal, he finally stepped back from her, allowing her to turn and look at him for the first time. She stood before him with her skirt wrinkled, blouse and bra torn, and her breasts exposed. Her legs were slightly trembling. Her expression was solemn as she looked into his eyes.

He stood before her, dressed in his traditional black robes and black, tailored suite. His trousers were still unfastened and he was still exposed. He glared at her with his black eyes narrowed. If she had still been his student and nothing else, his expression would have been intimidating but she looked past his expression and saw more. She saw his insecurities and doubts due to how he had just violated her. Hermione reached up, laced her fingers in his hair and pulled him down to her. Bringing his lips to hers, she possessively kissed him.

He didn't respond and she was not surprised. She slowly ran her tongue along his bottom lip and slowly sucked it into her mouth, between her teeth and continued stroking it with her tongue. Quickly she bit down on his lip, causing him open his mouth while flinching. She then thrust her tongue into this mouth, deepening the kiss. She tasted and explored him, proving to him she was his and that she had no regrets.

He wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her body against his and returned her kiss. He had been searching for any conformation that she did not regret becoming his and even after the way he violated her, she had freely accepted him. He moved one hand to the back of her head, deepening the kiss. Their tongues stroked and tasted each other, giving every indication each wanted the other.

When the kiss ended, Hermione pulled back and looked into his eyes. They were a bit softer, but still displayed a small level of harshness. He looked at her, waiting for her response and she gave it. With her big, brown eyes staring at him, she gave him a warm smile and this was all it took to remove the last bit of harshness from his eyes.

Severus let go of her and drew his wand. Waving it several times, he placed a cleansing spell for each of them, a healing spell for her because he caused some damage taking her from behind, and a mending spell for her clothes. Grabbing her by the arm, he led her to his rooms because the night was far from over. He would be returning to the Dark Lord, but not before he enjoyed what was his.

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Hermione sat, looking out the window of her rooms. Severus' visits continued and he always managed to surprise her, to a point, that is. It was obvious when he was near because her bodyguards seemed to become distracted long enough for her to escape their presence. She also had in increase in energy when he was near.

From what she read she knew vampires were erotic creatures since their existence was dependent on sex and blood, but she never anticipated how strong her desire and need for him would be. Even though she was not a vampire, she fed off of his energies. It was a part of the bonding between them. His nearness was all she needed because it gave her the energy and strength to face and deal with the daily challenges.

Her eyes gazed across the moonlit grounds of the school, watching the shadows from various owls passing in the sky. Suddenly she felt the Dark Mark burn. Grasping her forearm, her fist clenched from the pain.

"Gods, what now?" she whispered. The door to her rooms flew open and Draco was standing there, holding his left forearm too.

"It's time," he stated.

~TBC