The Burning Pen

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Snippet #7 (Marcus and Hermione)
Coerced Sex
 

"Miss Granger, would you please stay after for a moment?" DA teacher Marcus Delacuci said to one of his most talented students. 

Hermione blinked at him, then replied, "Of course, sir."

She remained seated as the other students gathered up their books and exited the classroom.

"I'll see you in the common room, Hermione," Harry said, smiling at her.

"All right.  Have your Potions assignment out.  We've really got to work on that if you're going to pass the next exam," Hermione chided him.

Harry groaned assent and left the classroom.

Professor Delaluci looked at the young witch seated at the student desk, then opened the drawer to his own and took out a small bowl.  His purple eyes flicked toward her.

"Miss Granger, there is something here I'd like you to view," the blonde wizard said.

Hermione rose from the desk and approached the seated wizard, who pushed the pensieve forward.  Hermione's brow wrinkled as she looked down at it.

"What is it, Professor?" Hermione asked him.

"View it.  You'll see," Marcus replied obtusely.

Hermione stuck her finger in the bowl, and her face first contorted in horror then she reddened as she viewed the contents.  When she withdrew, she looked at the Professor.

"Where did you get this?" she asked him, still red.

Marcus smirked at her.

"It doesn't matter where I got it, Miss Granger...only what I'm going to do with it.  I am considering turning it over to the Headmaster," the wizard replied, "I'd like to see Snape get bounced out of here on his ass."

"No! Please Professor.  I...I was the one who initiated it.  It wasn't his fault," Hermione pled with the wizard, "I'll do anything.  Anything at all if you won't get him sacked."

Marcus studied her.

"Anything?" he asked her again.

Hermione nodded.

"All right.  Come to my private rooms after your rounds tonight.  We can come to an understanding then," the wizard said.

Hermione nodded, returned to her seat, picked up her knapsack and taking a final glance at Marcus, exited the classroom.  She looked very troubled.


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At ten-thirty that night, Marcus heard a knock on his door and opened it.  Hermione stood there in her robes, looking contrite.  Her amber eyes drifted over the wizard, who was barefoot and dressed in a house robe.

"Come in, Miss Granger," he said, bowing graciously.  Hermione entered his room and Marcus looked down the corridor to make sure she wasn't followed.  He closed the door, locked it and turned to the witch.

"Did you tell anyone you were coming here?" the wizard inquired.

"No," Hermione said in a small voice.

"Good girl.  Now walk over to the sofa," the wizard said, beginning to untie the sash to his robe, "This won't take long."

Hermione stood next to the sofa and watched as Marcus removed his robes.  He was buck naked beneath them.  She gasped as she looked at his strong body.  He had a long cock with a fluted pink head, resting in a snarl of blonde hair.  His balls were large and a bit darker than the rest of him.

"Oh, don't tell me you're surprised?" Marcus purred as he stroked his cock, his violet eyes shifting to black, "You should have known what I'd want after seeing that pensieve.  Though it's not a blowjob like you gave Snape.  I want pussy.  Lots of it.  Now, divesto your clothes and let the games begin, Miss Granger.  Your Professor's job in exchange for a little trim.  I'll get rid of the pensieve."

Hermione stared at him.

"All right.  But first I want an oath that you won't make another one and that you will really get rid of the one you have," she demanded.

"Done," Marcus said, magic swirling around him as the oath took effect.

Hermione pulled out her wand and divestoed her clothing.  They reappeared neatly folded on an armchair, her trainers on the floor next to it.  Marcus eyed her nude body, his gaze falling to the chestnut bush between her legs.

"Yum," he said, walking toward the witch, then lying down on the sofa on his side, patting it invitingly.

"Right here, princess, on your back," the wizard said, stroking his cock with the other hand.

Hermione obediently lay down as he instructed.  This was for Professor Snape after all.  She had to protect him.

"Oh yeah," Marcus hissed as he pulled one of Hermione's thighs upward.  He wasted no time plunging his cock inside her, groaning as her tight little pussy wrapped around his organ snugly, Hermione letting out a cry as he penetrated her.  He trapped her thigh over his arm and grasped her waist to hold her securely in place.

"Mmmm, nothing like young, snapping pussy," the wizard crooned, drawing back then slamming into the witch hard, deep and fast...

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After Hermione left, Marcus sat by the fireplace once again dressed in his robe and sipping a firewhiskey. There was another knock on his door.  The wizard got up, walked over to the door and opened it. The pensieve and several galleons were sitting on a table nearby. He smiled and passed the pensieve and galleons to the person standing outside.

"She was just as good as you said she was," Marcus said to his visitor, "Worth the galleons."

"Yes," a silken voice purred back at him, "Miss Granger is quite delectable.  Thank you for returning the pensieve, Mr. Delaluci.  Mr. Malfoy is next in line, I believe."

The Potions Master swept back down the corridor, Marcus shaking his head and closing the door behind him.

"Snape really is a nasty bastard," the wizard said, turning in.

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