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Hermione hadn’t completely given up on the students in favour of Snape. His cock and hands were amazing, but there was a different sort of pleasure in feeling an endless stream of boys use her until she was sodden with cum. It was nearly Christmas, and she wanted her fill before two barren weeks of holidays at the Weasley's.
She’d been refining her spell as well, improving it between sessions, and she wanted to test it out before surprising Snape.
This time, when she cast the portal, she made it float not at the very end, but a little ways up the table. Hermione turned on the preview, spying the end of a four-poster bed and four seventh year boys excitedly slapping each other and pointing towards her in surprise. She still found seeing the boys faces a little unnerving, but reminded herself they couldn’t see her. All they saw was a black circle and wibbly green lines.
Except with Snape, it was better not knowing which of them was fucking her.
For weeks she’d had to keep warming spells on the desk to stop her top half from freezing to death. She shivered anyway as she climbed onto it. Carefully, she rolled onto her back and slid down the table. Feet through, she smiled at the soft blankets now under her soles. She was no longer a puppet attached to a wall, but a toy to be played with wherever she pleased. While she waited, she imagined the boys shoving each other and arguing over, presumably, who would get to fuck her first. But eventually one of them won, because she felt the mattress sink under his weight before rough hands spread her legs.
She was so entranced by the seventh years using her body, that she didn’t realize something was amiss until she heard the door creak open. She jerked towards it just in time to watch her wand fly away.
“Oh, don’t get up,” Snape purred, framed in the door, both of their wands in one hand. He smirked at her with shining onyx eyes.
She couldn’t move regardless. She felt frozen, her breath ice in her lungs. The only thing that moved was her body gently rocking under the renewed thrusting of the boy on the other side of her portal.
The door shut soundlessly behind him and he glided towards her. The fear rattling up her spine did a quick u-turn when she realized he was grinning like a cat with a mouse. He loomed over her just as she felt the boy fucking her pull away.
Another student shoved her knees towards her chest, so her knees skimmed the portal's edge. His cock entered her like a wrecking ball. She failed to stifle the moan.
“Who are we fucking this evening?”
It took her a few moments to find her voice. “Can show you.”
Eyebrows raised, Snape returned her wand. She flicked it at the portal, which revealed a close-up shot of a broad, muscled stomach, a matted crotch of hair, and a glistening cock appearing then disappearing as it thrust in and out of her like a piston.
“I prefer you,” she blurted, fearing his jealousy.
“I assume you haven’t promised ownership of your body to anyone else.”
She shook her head, the motion somewhat lost in the bouncing of her body.
“Have you ever been fucked by two men at one?”
“N-no.”
In that moment, any sort of apprehension melted into lust.
“Do you want to be?”
“Yes.”
“Good, because I’ve wanted to fuck your mouth for a long time.”
It was hard not to be distracted by the Ravenclaw hammering her pussy, but she watched Snape disrobe as well as she could, fire blazing in her belly. He was slim but wiry, and tall enough his hips were well above her head. She licked her lips hungrily as she took in the vision of his cock for the first time: bigger than she’d seen before, but not so large it looked intimidating, nestled in a garden of black hair. The image of the boy still played through the portal’s window.
Hermione tried to shift closer to the table’s edge as Snape approached, but he was quick like a cat. One hand snatched her hair at the nape of her neck, and dragged her face until it was pressed against his testicles. She felt her body go limp and moaned.
“Open your mouth.”
He yanked her head again, twisting it up and over the end of his cock. “Suck. Don’t you dare graze me with your teeth.”
She felt her body react to his commands before she could think about following them. She sucked while Snape held her head firm and thrust short strokes into her mouth. Her brain felt like it was shorting out from the wave of desire that flooded through her.
“Look at me.”
It hurt to force her eyes so far up, but she did it anyway. Felt his hand tighten against her skull.
“Swallow.”
She tried, but before she could he shoved her head forward. She felt his cock slide down her throat, and then her gag reflex revolted. Her body stiffened and tried uselessly to get away. Seconds before she got sick, Snape yanked her head back. She coughed, spit flying onto her lips and chin. When she could breath, he lifted her head again and yanked it back until her neck hurt. She met his eyes again.
“You didn’t hide your handwriting.”
The note. Snape was talking about her note.
“I think you wanted me to find you.”
Did she? She tried to think. Yes, yes of course she had. Because she wanted this.
He slapped her across the face. “Give me an answer.”
“Y-yes,” Hermione whispered. “Yes, I wanted you to know.”
“Good. Before the end of the year, I’m going to make your whore throat welcome me, but for now…”
He waved his wand, and quicker than she could process, a jet of white lept towards her head, and his cock was in her mouth, down her throat again. Her body fought, jerking.
“Relax.”
She didn’t know how it was that she reacted to him so quickly. He withdrew his cock so she could splutter, then met her eyes again. This time, she opened her mouth, and tried her hardest to relax as his body invaded hers, kept invading until her nose was pressed against his hip. She didn’t feel like retching, but it was foreign, and it took all her willpower to stop her body from fighting him. She moaned pitifully, spit bubbling onto his crotch.
“Good.” He shook her head violently without withdrawing, and she choked. Gasped as he freed her, then whimpered as her face rubbed against his rough pubic hair again. She felt it when her body gave up. “Good.”
He gave her throat a few strokes, and then let go of her hair when she no longer struggled. Instead, his hand moved to her cheek, pressing like a vice against the table while he thrust in and out of her.
“Can you feel the boy in your pussy?”
Yes. Her thoughts were like hot, gloopy pudding. But she could feel him. Could feel Snape doing the same to her mouth and throat. Time ceased to exist. Everything ceased to exist except where the two males used her, and the pain of her cheek and shoulders and spine being squashed against the table under their weight.
Severus let her rear back and cough when she ran out of air, and used the opportunity to slap her face again. Her breasts. Demanded she open, and she did. She heard herself gurgle like her ears had detached themselves from her head and floated across the room.
She didn’t notice when the boy between her legs finished.
“I think your classmates are done with you. But I’m not.”
In one swift motion, he released her head, grabbed her shoulders, yanked her body from the portal, and spun her so she lay over the desk. She felt something cold and wet dribble over her backside, unaware that he’d even spread her bum cheeks. She felt unable to move, but groaned as he forced himself into her rectum for the second time.
Toy. The word she’d called herself floated into her consciousness as she bounced against the table. That’s what she’d become. Wanted to become. Ecstasy, and pain, and pleasant nothingness all consuming her body at once while Snape reamed her.
She was unaware of time, of what it was to have muscles that you could move, but she did notice when Snape jerked against her and then went still. She whined as he pulled himself out of her. Felt him move her body like it was made of wet clay so she rested on the pillowed table.
“How do you end the spell?” She heard Snape’s deep rumbling voice in her ear, now somehow attached back to her head. She heard herself croak the answer in a crackling whisper.
A rough hand brushed hair from her face, and her robe was thrown over her like a blanket. She felt tender where the men had used and twisted her body, but also completely sated. She flexed her fingers, remembering she had them, but felt no urge to open her eyes. She never rushed back to her rooms after a good fuck. She liked to stew in the feelings it left her with and let the rest of the world come back to her slowly.
She was surprised to find onyx eyes contemplating her when she finally blinked them open. She smiled, and found it returned. It was the first time she’d seen the man look genuinely happy, as opposed to just smug. Well, it was a good fuck.
“You’re going to be sore later.”
Hermione hummed an agreement. She tried to get up, but found her arms were still made of clay. Snape steadied her with a firm hand, and helped her upright. Her robe fell away, once again revealing her nakedness. Snape stared at her intently; she’d never realized his eyes could be as captivating as his cock. She bit her lip, not bothering to cover herself.
“I like it when I’m sore after.” She palmed her breasts. They were tender too, and she thought they would probably soon match her bottom. Snape covered her hands with his and squeezed. Her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into the touch. She let her hands fall and he gripped her until her flesh complained.
“I should punish you for keeping this half of you from me,” he purred.
“If I’d come to you at the beginning of the year and told you who I was, would you still be fucking me?”
“You’ll find I have very few scruples when it comes to women offering their bodies to me.”
“And how many witches have done that?”
“Less than the number of cocks you’ve had in your pussy.”
Hermione laughed, and gravity reminded her that several boys had fucked her after Snape arrived. She peered at the fluid leaking from her onto the table. “I need a bath.”
Severus helped her to her feet. A quick spell cleaned up the worst of the mess. She dressed while he cleaned off the table, surprised he was being so helpful. But then, she’d never really thought of Snape as a person. He was her teacher, a villain, a pitiful probably-dead body, a teacher again, and then he was the best fuck she’d ever had—disembodied as it was.
“It’s not weird, is it, knowing who I am?”
“No weirder than fucking half a stranger’s body against a wall.”
Out in the hall, he fell into step beside her. It was quiet, especially in this part of the castle, though Hermione guessed it must be well past curfew. She cast one of her little bluebell flames to bob along in the air above them, glazing the stone in a cool glow as it lit their way. Snape peered at her as they rounded the first corner.
“How many has it been, exactly?” His expression appeared genuinely curious.
Hermione shrugged. “In total? I have no idea. A bedroom like tonight or change room is usually five or six. Toilets after classes I tend to lose count.”
“Have you always dreamed of fucking half the school?” This time, his tone was teasing.
Hermione wished she knew how to flirt, but she’d always been terrible at it. She opted for honesty. “I’ve always been a bit randier than most people, I think. But with, uh, everything…” Hermione felt relief at Snape’s nod of understanding. Of course, he of all people would understand what ‘everything’ meant—she’d seen the wide scar running from his neck to his chest. “I don’t know if that made me… well, let’s just say I decided it was okay to do things that would make me feel good, even if they seem strange to others.”
“And do your friends know you’re a whore?”
His tone hadn’t changed, but the word made something tight grip Hermione’s chest. She didn’t really care about being called a whore—it was at least partly true. But memories of his whip-sharp insults and classmates’ laughter echoed in her mind.
“I created an elaborate partial-transportation spell so I could get fucked repeatedly without anyone seeing my face. Of course they don’t know,” she snapped. “Do your friends know you fuck the disembodied fanny of one of your students twice a week?”
Snape's feet stopped, and Hermione turned to face him after a few paces. His black eyes glittered in her bluebell flame like dark water. He took a step towards her, and she flinched. Snape grabbed her arm, then her hip, and pulled her into him. His lips tickled her curls.
“I would not deprive myself of your fanny by telling anyone.” His breath was hot on her ear, and his hand cupped the part he referred to, making her breath shallow for entirely different reasons. “And I don’t care if a thousand men fuck you, through the wall or in person. Things are not as they were before everything for me either.”
He let her go, and Hermione let out a breath.
“You probably would have called my fanny insufferable before.”
Snape raised an incredulous eyebrow. Hermione laughed and continued down the corridor.
“I meant what I wrote, by the way, in the letter,” she said, as they rounded the corner by the prefects’ bathroom.
“I never doubted it.” He paused, then smirked at her. “Though I wasn’t certain whether you meant your whole body, or just the half that frequents my rooms.”
Hermione opened the secret door to the bathroom, and bit her lip. “Come in, and you can tell me what bit you’d like.”
They disappeared from the hall, and Hermione heard an insulted shriek from the stained glass as it went black, and then watched a dozen or so spells fire at the doorway.
“Remind me to do that next time I’m in here,” she said, pleased the mermaid wouldn’t be telling the portraits in the castle about what she was about to do with her teacher.
Hermione undressed and slipped into the tub, filling it with her favourite elderflower-scented water. She watched Snape’s bum unguardedly as he lowered himself into the water nearby.
She didn’t waste time and began soaping herself immediately, rinsing the boys’ leavings away with water and her fingers. As soon as she finished, Snape was in front of her, pushing her towards the edge with his long frame. His cock grazed her stomach. Her back hit the edge, and his hands found her thighs, spread her legs around him.
“Fuck,” Hermione swore as he entered her. “I love your cock.”
“I’m glad.” He grinned wickedly at her. “I love my cock in your cunt.”
His hips began with uncharacteristic reserve, teasing her. Her own tried to urge him on, but without success. He dunked his head and found her nipples with his mouth, and then his teeth, making her laugh and moan simultaneously. His fingers tightened around her hips as he emerged. His thrusts quickened, until they were both panting. The water splashed around them.
“Don’t stop, please,” she begged, feeling the edge of an approaching orgasm. His hips responded. Hermione wished for a moment she could be fucked by him forever.
She bent with the encroaching pleasure, damp arms around his shoulders, body like a bow about to spring loose.
“Please, please, please, please,” she begged him, and then her body shuddered, her muscles spasming around his cock in release.
“All of you,” Snape growled.
“What?” Hermione asked, her orgasm stealing any coherent thought.
“I want. All. Of. You.”
“Take it, then,” Hermione said breathlessly. His cock still pounded into her. “My body is yours, Sn–”
“Severus. Call me Severus.”
“Severus.” She kissed him. His lips returned her hunger. Then with a growl, he lifted her, and her bum landed on the edge of the bath. She squeaked in surprise. Then watched him spring out next to her like a panther.
She was grabbed, spun, and forced face down on the tiles. Pain sprung from her already sore body. Severus mounted her from behind, held her forearms across her back until her shoulders felt like they might dislocate. Her cheek scraped against the rough tile. She choked out his name. Pleasure and pain bloomed.
Severus growled with every thrust of his hips, the slap of their wet skin echoing in the silent room. A second orgasm felt like it was ripped from her body with claws. Her tears mixed with the bath water on her cheeks. She didn’t realize he'd finished until he pulled out of her and let her collapse.
She lay like his dying prey panting on the floor. Severus rolled her onto her back, placed his knees either side of her head. Her vision was a blur of dark hair and pale skin, but she felt the tip of his half-limp penis brush her lips, and opened them.
“Good,” he crooned above her, and she felt her body come alive again. She sucked and licked him clean, did the same to his balls when he presented them. He filled her mouth with his testicles and then pulled her head forward until her nose was covered with his cock. Her eyes flew open to find his face distorted. She could not breathe. Her fingers flexed weakly against his thighs.
He let her go before she thought she might turn blue. She gasped in air, and he lowered himself to perch on her chest. He, too, was panting hard.
When they’d both steadied their breaths, Severus caught her under her shoulders and dragged her, more gently this time, back into the bath. He washed her scraped cheek, her bruised shoulder, and pulled her against him. Hermione kissed him again, still hungry (would she always be hungry for him?), and he kissed her back. Slid his thumb to her button and pulled another sweet orgasm out of her.
“Fuck,” she whispered, head falling against his shoulder, feeling exhausted but pleased.
“We just did,” Severus purred into her ear. “But I’d be glad to continue for the rest of the school year.”
“I’ll have to adjust my spell.” She felt the question in the tilt of his head against hers. His left hand gently played with her right breast. “So all of me can visit your rooms.”
She hissed as he twisted her nipple in his long fingers. His chuckle was a pleasant rumble.
“That would certainly make things easier,” he said. “It’s an impressive spell. It's really a shame you’ll never be able to patent it.”
Hermione lifted her head and peered at his dancing eyes curiously. His hand had resumed its lazy roaming of her torso. She supposed her top half did have some catching up to do.
“Why’s that?” she asked. She’d never even thought about the possibility of patenting one of her charms.
“Because as soon as people used it, and saw your spell, they’d know exactly who they’d been fucking at school.”
“I’ll just have to keep it for myself then,” she replied, feeling suddenly wanton again. She loosened herself from Severus’s grip and brought his hand to her lips. Her tongue traced his digits before sucking two fingers into her mouth. She watched his eyes darken.
He let her spin him around, so he was facing the edge of the bath. She hoisted herself up backwards and left her feet dangling in the water. He got the idea. She squeaked as he put his arms around her thighs and pulled her crotch toward his mouth.
As his tongue and lips began working her sensitive clit and her fingers tangled in his long hair, she felt pleased that Severus’s upper body also had a lot of catching up to do.
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