Just an Itch

Who is She?

The last place Hermione expected to end up was in bed with Bellatrix Black again. She had staved off her advances for three weeks and tonight, she finally gave in. How could she keep denying herself the endless amount of pleasure that this lady could provide to her. The average sized bedroom all of a sudden felt too small and overheated. There was no space between Hermione and her Professor. Every inch of her body was well tended to and covered in love bites. Panting, moans, a slew of curse words, and wet pussy noises were the only sounds currently filling the room causing Hermione to feel like she was in the early stages of death. "Such a good girl," two strong fingers were lightly exploring between swollen folds, "is all of this for me?" Hermione could only nod, her head thrown back against the pillows, sweat soaking her body writhing with pleasure under the dark haired woman. "I asked you a question."

Hermione's eyes shot open when she felt the fingers cease their exploration and pull away completely, "all for you, only for you," she breathed out. Bella sat up on her legs and raised an eyebrow, waiting. "Ma'am."

"Good girl," she smirked and bent her body over slightly, smiling as she ran her teeth over the tight muscles of her neck, down to her collarbone and shoulder, biting just hard enough to make the woman below her gasp in painful pleasure. A deep husky chuckle ripped from the older woman's throat when she felt Hermione lift her hips in an attempt to grind against her. "Patience, pet. We will get there in all due time." Her hands traveled a soft path down Hermione's body, leaving fire in their wake. Her lips followed the path of her hands just traveled leaving love bite and bruises across a perfectly bronzed palette. "The things you do to me, little girl. You can't even begin to imagine what I want to do to you." She growled, placing the softest of kisses on the patch of damp curls, pinching Hermione's hardened nipples, her back bowed off of the bed, desperate for more.

"Please," the whispered prayer fell from Hermione's lips and was cut off but a wanton moan when she felt a flattened tongue lap at her swollen clit. "Yes," she couldn't stop her hips from gyrating, smearing her wetness across her lover's face. "Take me," the permission, a chant, "make me yours."

Hermione looked down and almost passed out at the sight. Bella was looking up at her, chin and mouth covered in her wetness, eyes blacker than the night sky, smiling a sinful smile. "My dirty fucking girl." Bella growled against her clit, "you know the rules. No cumming until I tell you to," pinning her with her left arm and swiftly entering her with two fingers. A cry ripped from Hermione's throat as her head fell back against the pillows. The pleasure was almost too much. Bella was fucking her in a way that was almost too good to be true. Steady thrusts matched the rhythm of her tongue and Hermione was sure she was going to die before Bella gave her permission to cum.

"What's that sound?" She breathed out as she was nearing her climax, fingers pounding into her at an unrelenting rate.

Suddenly the fingers stopped and Bella crawled out from between her legs and up her body. She lowered herself on top of the younger woman, teeth grazing her ear, "it's your alarm, pet."

"What?" She was grasping for the woman on top of her trying to bring them back into the moment. No way was that her alarm, she knew it was too good to be true.

The ringing sound became louder and Bella's voice barely a whisper now, "it's just a dream..."

Hermione was jostled from her dream, drenched in sweat and throbbing. "Fuck," was all she could manage to say as she slowly came back to the world of the living. This wasn't the first time in a recent past that Hermione woke up soaked and disappointed. Taking care of herself wasn't cutting it anymore, she looked over at her vibrator and shook her head not giving into her needs this time. "Stand down friend," she laughed while talking to her vibrator. She looked at the clock, "shit, I'm going to be late." She hurried out of bed and jumped into the shower to cool down. She had her TA office hours and didn't plan on taking that nap. Quickly dressed in a pair of dark washed skinny jeans and a maroon button up shirt, she threw her damp hair into a top knot and put on some eye liner and lip gloss. "Good enough," she shrugged, knowing the fact to be true as it had been her third week of having office hours and not one student came in to ask her any questions. She didn't expect anything to be different today as there were no major tests or assignments coming up. Her only hope was that Ginny promised that if her practice ended early, she'd be able to stop by for a few minutes and walk home with her.