The Burning Pen

"What Was I Thinking" Series
"#2 ~ What Was I Thinking ~ Part 2"
by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 21

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 21 ~ For the Glory of Slytherin

Severus swung Hermione around, and gently sat her down on the edge of his bed, which was covered, of course, in the Slytherin house colors. She started to slip her gown off, pulling at her straps.

“No,” Severus said, stilling her hands, “Let me. I have never undressed you”

Severus slowly pulled one strap of the silk gown from Hermione’s shoulder, then the other and slid them down her arms, exposing her perfect, full breasts. He breathed appreciatively as he gazed at them, then cupped them, feeling their weight and fullness in his palms. He squeezed. Hermione’s eyes fluttered to half-lidded pleasure.

Dropping to one knee, he took her right breast into his mouth, sucking powerfully while fondling the left roughly, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Hermione, gasping, arched into him as he changed his point of focus, lavishing his tongue on her left breast and groping her right, enjoying the ripe plumpness rolling wildly beneath his hand, and Hermione’s guttural sighs. He delighted himself with her this way for a few minutes, until she was arching up, her lips parted. Still massaging her breasts, he plunged his tongue into her sweet mouth, curling it around hers, reaching deep into the back of her throat, claiming its hotness intimately, totally. She groaned and invaded his own mouth with a powerful hunger, now it was she who was ravishing, claiming, reaching, working her mouth and lips against his, small gasps emitting when they pulled apart.

Severus released her breasts, then pulled her not so gently to her feet. He pushed the crumpled gown down over her hips and thighs, down her calves to her ankles. She stepped out of the silken fabric, and kicked it away. Severus looked down at her body for a moment, then crushed her to him, rubbing his hardness against her belly savagely as he found her throat and sucked it greedily, leaving his mark of ownership. She was whimpering now,

Suddenly he pushed her back unceremoniously on the bed. Hermione bounced, surprised, before taking on a sloe-eyed “come and get it” look when she saw the hunger contorting his features. Severus looked at the woman splayed haphazardly across the width of his bed for a moment, before falling forward, and nestling himself between her pliant thighs. His head of his cock twitched hungrily against her moistness, and he raised himself on one arm, positioning his swollen weeping organ at her opening with a sharp intake of breath, concentration and lust furrowing his brow.

She was watching him now, her breasts rising and falling, her eyes locked with his, a tender, haunted expression on her face so appealing that he felt his heart constrict. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, spreading her wetness as he stimulated her clit...she gasped, and buckled upward, her eyes turning dark, and smoky, like rich gold seen through a layer of cloud. Merlin, he thought, gazing down at her. She was beautiful, and seemed to emit a soft glow as her eyes met his. Was this how a woman in love looked?

He took in the lovely sight of her curvaceous body resting against the silken background of silver and green, the head of his cock pressed against her entrance in readiness. He throbbed powerfully as he remembered her mind-words:

You can fuck me, the consummate Gryffindor across the Slytherin colors on your bed. Quite a coup, impaling a screaming, sobbing Gryffindor viciously on the House Colors.

A slow, lascivious grin eased across his face.

“For the Glory of Slytherin House,” he growled to himself as he slid his full length into the beautiful Gryffindor witch’s hot, moist passage, his mouth slackening with intense pleasure, eyes rolling up into his skull as her creamy warmth welcomed him in, sucking and caressing his shaft and head in hot, succulent bliss.

“Severus!” came Hermione’s shuddering cry of urgency when he impaled her, sheathing himself. deep inside her, hot and hard, his great size and thickness stretching her aching inner flesh, pressing deep and firm inside her, claiming her fully. Severus groaned as her softness throbbed around him, a sleeve of delight, of softness, of pure unadulterated heaven on earth. She felt incredible, her thighs clenching around his hips in abject surrender, her voice breaking over his name, gasping it in a great sob of need so soul-wrenching that his balls tightened, and he had a crazy, compelling urge to fill her core to brimming with his seed. He fought it back. Entering her had always been pleasurable, but now the intensity of feeling he was experiencing was above and beyond anything he had known before. Gods...was this what it was like to fuck a woman who is in love in you?

Severus began to move inside her, delving into her body with long deep strokes, reveling in the soft, wet gush of her juices bathing his questing, seeking cock as he slid deeper and deeper inside her. Hermione moaned her approval, sliding her hands along his flexing buttocks and pulling him downward, urging him on. Her body began to move in tandem with his thrusts, breasts bouncing in time with his increasing velocity.

She sobbed as he began to drive into her wetness unmercifully, throwing himself against her pelvis, his shaft plunging in and out of the blazing bliss of her body. Gods...she was so hot inside it felt as if his cock would ignite and burst into flames from the friction Severus pushed deep inside her, rolling his hips, swiveling his cock, determined to feel every inch of her giving beneath him, bucking against her with such force, she slid across the bed, crying out his name.

“Yes...yes...Hermione,” he breathed raggedly, rolling between her thighs, then pulling back and thrusting hard again, forcing her writhing body another two inches over the silken Slytherin bedcovers. She screamed and he lost it, plunging wildly, his toes digging into the floor to give him more power as he rode her viciously, fucking her across the width of the bed, and crawling after her to fuck her some more, driving her forward over the four-poster until her head hung over the edge, bouncing rhythmically from the force of his ardor. Severus pulled her back roughly to the other side of the bed, like a carriage return and again drove her across it with the force of his body, plunging into her delicious wetness, her distant gasps, cries and screams egging him on to a greater frenzy.

“If your Head of House could see you now, Miss Granger,” Severus growled, reverting to her student address as he thrust brutally into the sobbing witch over and over, “so willingly servicing the head of Slytherin’s Head of House, what...do...you...think...she’d...say?” He punctuated each word with a long, deep hard stroke. Hermione could only sob, her body wracked with pain/pleasure as Severus tried his best to bust a new orifice in her flailing body.

He threw her legs over his shoulders, pinning her to the mattress and grabbed her shoulders. With her inner thighs spread wide under him, he watched her pink swollen core mouth and swallow every inch of his blood heavy cock, jerking her body down as he plunged between her juicy pink slit manically, her juices squishing, splashing his pubic area. The scent of sex was heavy and pungent in the air, and his nostrils flared as he moved faster, his hips almost blurring with the fervor of his penetration. His balls slapped hard and fast against her soft ass, stinging him deliciously.

“What would she say, Miss Granger?” he growled insistently, plunging deeper and deeper, bouncing her body off the bed, sweat streaming down and pooling where their bodies met. When she didn’t answer, he pulled back and rammed his granite cock deep into her body with all his might, slamming against her womb with a force that knocked the air from her lungs

Gasping, her eyes flying open to meet his, she screamed, “I don’t know!” her body arching up in sweet agony, as he broke through the last bit of her body’s resistance. She exploded with a strangled cry, the juices of her orgasm literally ejaculating out of her body with the force her release, coating Severus’ thighs, pelvis, abdomen and even his lower chest with milky fluid. Her eyes rolled up into her head, and she convulsed beneath him, her legs attempting to clamp together over his shoulders, him straining to keep them wide as he was held deep within her pulsating, vise-like pussy, the suction almost fisting him to release. But now yet...just a little more of her...a little more...

Severus took a deep breath, then resumed pistoning into her forcefully, riding out her orgasm with pleasure and abandon, feeling the hotness of her come coating him, marveling at the explosive intensity of her release. He watched her return, her tears flowing freely as she whispered his name over and over, in a low mindless mantra.

“The Gryffindor know-it-all doesn’t know. A first.” he intoned as he buried himself in her, beginning a new round of plunging and bucking, holding her thighs wider for deeper, harder access. Hermione was almost silent now, her body bouncing beneath him, expelling gentle gasps as he hit bottom over and over, shuddering weakly. Severus dropped on top of her, his face pressed against her moist temple, his body shifting to long, slow, penetrating strokes, enjoying the feel of her soft body under him, cushioning him, the press of her firm breasts flattened against him, savoring the slide and pull warmth of her inner caress. He stroked her deeply, tenderly, calming himself, unwilling to let his possession end. He felt her face shift against his, and he looked down at her, pressing into her, noting the softness radiating from her amber eyes

“I love you,’ she whispered, her soft eyes closing again.

Severus didn’t know three little words could make him come so hard.


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A/N: All that, just for the glory of Slytherin...one promise down. I've decided to make each lemon its own chapter...there's no way I could write all that needs to be written and update as frequently...so hang in there. Thanks for the continued reviews.

And Voldy...I've noticed your posts, and have got something for you up ahead, my evil widdle friend..something long and hard, just like you asked for...thrusting involved.

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