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Adult ++
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16
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18,303
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60
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Decisions
Blood of the Virgin Witch
All Harry Potter characters belong to JK Rowling and to those with whom she has agreed contracts. This story was written for practice not profit.
Decisions
On Tuesday Hermione hung back after the extended afternoon potions session. It was the last class of the day and everyone else was as anxious as ever to get out of the dungeon.
“Have you heard sir?” she asked.
“If you are referring to the fact that Potter has at last listened to reason, then yes I have. I have a staff meeting to attend in about half an hour but, if you want to pop through into my chambers, we could have coffee.”
“I’d like to but I think I’d better go to the library first. I’ll come down at 10.00?”
“I’ll be waiting.”
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Hermione flooed down to the dungeons, at the appointed time, to find Severus waiting for her with a bottle of champagne on ice.
“Are we celebrating?” she asked.
“I would prefer to regard it as making the most of the time we have left.”
Hermione felt a chill come over her with his words.
“Isn’t that rather pessimistic?”
“I don’t think so. We are both aware that we are facing death quite soon. I hope we will survive and continue this relationship but we may just have two months left. It makes sense not to waste our opportunity.”
“It does make sense but I would prefer to think that we’re celebrating having the evening together.”
“Would you like to bathe with me?”
“That would be wonderful.”
They went into the bathroom and Severus dropped added various oils to the running water. The scent was extremely spicy.
“No bubbles?” she said smiling.
“I don’t see the point. Oils and herbs are enough. Do you have a real wish for them?”
“No I do like bubbles but I would find it rather unsettling if I found that you indulged in them.”
“Well if you want bubbles on another occasion I will provide them and restrict myself to the role of spectator.”
“But that wouldn’t be so much fun surely?”
“It would be a different kind of fun. Are youendiending to remove those clothes or am I going to have to try some charms?”
“I’ll do it the old fashioned way thank you.”
He was naked in the tub and waiting by the time she got in. She sat down between his legs and leant back against his chest, sighing contentedly.
“This is just what I needed,” she purred, arching her back in the deep hot water.
“The oils are intended to relieve tension. Your life is too stressful at the moment and I need you relaxed for later on.”
“What happens later?”
“Champagne, lovemaking,” he murmured, catching a breast and toying with her nipple, “Anything you desire.”
“That sounds wonderful,” she said craning her neck so she was in a position to kiss him.
He bent down to her and began to kiss her slowly, continuing to play with her breast. Pulling back he whispered, “I intend to caress every inch of your skin before I let you out of here.”
She squirmed ad a d a little so she could raise herself to kiss him as a reply. After this kiss she said,
“Can I talk to you about the ruse?”
“If you feel you need to. What did you want to say?”
“How do you think we should go on with it?”
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back against him.
“I think that tomorrow you should come to me in the lab after dinner. We can put together some potions for Poppy while we’re there and I will make more inappropriate advances. I would recommend you still play the tease for a while. We don’t want to move too quickly.”
“And after?” she said, with a gasp as he slid his hand between her legs and cupped her gently.
“I will tempt you with presents and eventually you will allow me to win you over. Then as the encounters get more intense you will start to let things slip about the Order and Potter. Finally you will beg me to take you on a solstice pilgrimage and I will ask my Lord’s permission to do so.”
“Why does it feel so inappropriate in the lab? I didn’t want you to touch me. The second time I had to really stop myself from pulling away again.”
“How do you feel about me touching you now?”
“Like it’s the most wonderful thing in the world and I can’t wait for you to be inside me.”
“All in good time, my little temptress. It feels wrong in the lab because we are playing roles and it’s getting confused. Whereas I care for you, the character I play does not. You do not care for him either. Whereas my character stems from the man I used to be, you character is not based on you. You are not a flirt. You don’t sleep with men for material gain and you haven’t had lots of experience with men. It is perfectly reasonable that you will feel uncomfortable.”
“Am I going to carry on feeling uncomfortable? “I “I expect so. Particularly when you are aware that I am deliberately storing images of you during sex. I can’t lie to you. You are going to suffer during this. It’s all the more reason for me to give you as much as I can when we do have nights just for us.”
“What kind of things are we going to do when we have sex for him?”
“Are you sure you want to taboutbout these things now?”
“I’d rather talk about them when we are comfortable like this.”
“Very well. If you need me to stop, tell me.”
“I will. Go on.”
“The Dark Lord does not expect me to feel any affection for you but he expects me to make you crave me. That can only really be achieved by a form of abuse. Once the cycle begins you have the idea that the more you satisfy me, the more likely you are to win me. In essence my character says ‘if you want to be mine you’ll do this’, and your character interprets it as ‘if I do this he’ll love me’. Are you with me?”
“I think so.”
“The sex therefore consists of me making increasing demands on you, in order for me to have release and putting you in a position where you have no dignity.”
“And the demands?”
“Nudity would be the first thing. At the moment when I have you naked I see you as a beautiful work of art. It’s as though your clothes obscure my awareness of you and then when you allow me to see you as you are now I’m quite overwhelmed. My character would perceive your nudity as something which diminished and humiliated you. If would be helpful if you could bring yourself to perform oral sex on me. He would find that a powerful image particularly if you are naked and I am mostly clothed. There would intercourse too but not face to face as is our habit. I would use other positions and probably be rougher than I usually am. I won’t take it any further unless it is a life or death situation.”
“What’s further?”
“You really are so innocent. It pains me that you should even have knowledge of those kind of things forced on you.”
“Tell me,” she insisted.
“Anal sex, sharing you with other Death Eaters, sexual tortures includ…”
“Okay… you were right, I don’t want to hear. That first thing you said…is that what it sounds like?”
“Yes.”
“Is that even possible?”
“Yes and it can actually be very pleasurable but there is a significant amount of pain along with it. It is not something I would recommend an eighteen year old to try.”
“It sounds dreadful.”
“I will not do it to you unless you wish it,” he said soothingly. “Try to remember that I do love you and I will always try to comfort you afterwards.”
“The first time we were together, you performed oral sex on me.”
“Yes.”
“Why would you do that if it’s something so negative?”
“When I did it to you I wanted to taste you. I have done far too much in my life to be squeamish about cunnilingus, or the taste of semen. I enjoyed lapping at you, feeling your vibrations, seeing how incredibly responsive you were. In fact I may do it again later. Your taste will go very nicely with the champagne. There’s nothing wrong with the act, it’s just that humans train children to feel that genitals are unclean and it takes a certain amount of experience to appreciate them as something beautiful.”
He stroked her labia lightly with the hand he had kept positioned over her sex. Hermione’s mind was beginning to cloud but she knew she had to ask him now before her courage failed.
“Would you teach me to do that to you?” she said hesitantly. “It would better for me to learn when we are ourselves rather than when we are playing the roles.”
He frowned for a split second before saying,
“I will teach you, on condition that you stop when you’ve had enough. You should be getting something out of it as well.”
“How?”
“When this is done in a loving situation the person receiving is giving up control to the person giving. It’s a heady feeling knowing that you are dispensing their pleasure in that way. If there is no loving situation then the giver is an inferior and the act is degrading. Do you promise?”
“I promise.”
“Then I suggest we finish bathing each other and then I’ll take you to bed. Pass me the soap.”
All Harry Potter characters belong to JK Rowling and to those with whom she has agreed contracts. This story was written for practice not profit.
Decisions
On Tuesday Hermione hung back after the extended afternoon potions session. It was the last class of the day and everyone else was as anxious as ever to get out of the dungeon.
“Have you heard sir?” she asked.
“If you are referring to the fact that Potter has at last listened to reason, then yes I have. I have a staff meeting to attend in about half an hour but, if you want to pop through into my chambers, we could have coffee.”
“I’d like to but I think I’d better go to the library first. I’ll come down at 10.00?”
“I’ll be waiting.”
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Hermione flooed down to the dungeons, at the appointed time, to find Severus waiting for her with a bottle of champagne on ice.
“Are we celebrating?” she asked.
“I would prefer to regard it as making the most of the time we have left.”
Hermione felt a chill come over her with his words.
“Isn’t that rather pessimistic?”
“I don’t think so. We are both aware that we are facing death quite soon. I hope we will survive and continue this relationship but we may just have two months left. It makes sense not to waste our opportunity.”
“It does make sense but I would prefer to think that we’re celebrating having the evening together.”
“Would you like to bathe with me?”
“That would be wonderful.”
They went into the bathroom and Severus dropped added various oils to the running water. The scent was extremely spicy.
“No bubbles?” she said smiling.
“I don’t see the point. Oils and herbs are enough. Do you have a real wish for them?”
“No I do like bubbles but I would find it rather unsettling if I found that you indulged in them.”
“Well if you want bubbles on another occasion I will provide them and restrict myself to the role of spectator.”
“But that wouldn’t be so much fun surely?”
“It would be a different kind of fun. Are youendiending to remove those clothes or am I going to have to try some charms?”
“I’ll do it the old fashioned way thank you.”
He was naked in the tub and waiting by the time she got in. She sat down between his legs and leant back against his chest, sighing contentedly.
“This is just what I needed,” she purred, arching her back in the deep hot water.
“The oils are intended to relieve tension. Your life is too stressful at the moment and I need you relaxed for later on.”
“What happens later?”
“Champagne, lovemaking,” he murmured, catching a breast and toying with her nipple, “Anything you desire.”
“That sounds wonderful,” she said craning her neck so she was in a position to kiss him.
He bent down to her and began to kiss her slowly, continuing to play with her breast. Pulling back he whispered, “I intend to caress every inch of your skin before I let you out of here.”
She squirmed ad a d a little so she could raise herself to kiss him as a reply. After this kiss she said,
“Can I talk to you about the ruse?”
“If you feel you need to. What did you want to say?”
“How do you think we should go on with it?”
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back against him.
“I think that tomorrow you should come to me in the lab after dinner. We can put together some potions for Poppy while we’re there and I will make more inappropriate advances. I would recommend you still play the tease for a while. We don’t want to move too quickly.”
“And after?” she said, with a gasp as he slid his hand between her legs and cupped her gently.
“I will tempt you with presents and eventually you will allow me to win you over. Then as the encounters get more intense you will start to let things slip about the Order and Potter. Finally you will beg me to take you on a solstice pilgrimage and I will ask my Lord’s permission to do so.”
“Why does it feel so inappropriate in the lab? I didn’t want you to touch me. The second time I had to really stop myself from pulling away again.”
“How do you feel about me touching you now?”
“Like it’s the most wonderful thing in the world and I can’t wait for you to be inside me.”
“All in good time, my little temptress. It feels wrong in the lab because we are playing roles and it’s getting confused. Whereas I care for you, the character I play does not. You do not care for him either. Whereas my character stems from the man I used to be, you character is not based on you. You are not a flirt. You don’t sleep with men for material gain and you haven’t had lots of experience with men. It is perfectly reasonable that you will feel uncomfortable.”
“Am I going to carry on feeling uncomfortable? “I “I expect so. Particularly when you are aware that I am deliberately storing images of you during sex. I can’t lie to you. You are going to suffer during this. It’s all the more reason for me to give you as much as I can when we do have nights just for us.”
“What kind of things are we going to do when we have sex for him?”
“Are you sure you want to taboutbout these things now?”
“I’d rather talk about them when we are comfortable like this.”
“Very well. If you need me to stop, tell me.”
“I will. Go on.”
“The Dark Lord does not expect me to feel any affection for you but he expects me to make you crave me. That can only really be achieved by a form of abuse. Once the cycle begins you have the idea that the more you satisfy me, the more likely you are to win me. In essence my character says ‘if you want to be mine you’ll do this’, and your character interprets it as ‘if I do this he’ll love me’. Are you with me?”
“I think so.”
“The sex therefore consists of me making increasing demands on you, in order for me to have release and putting you in a position where you have no dignity.”
“And the demands?”
“Nudity would be the first thing. At the moment when I have you naked I see you as a beautiful work of art. It’s as though your clothes obscure my awareness of you and then when you allow me to see you as you are now I’m quite overwhelmed. My character would perceive your nudity as something which diminished and humiliated you. If would be helpful if you could bring yourself to perform oral sex on me. He would find that a powerful image particularly if you are naked and I am mostly clothed. There would intercourse too but not face to face as is our habit. I would use other positions and probably be rougher than I usually am. I won’t take it any further unless it is a life or death situation.”
“What’s further?”
“You really are so innocent. It pains me that you should even have knowledge of those kind of things forced on you.”
“Tell me,” she insisted.
“Anal sex, sharing you with other Death Eaters, sexual tortures includ…”
“Okay… you were right, I don’t want to hear. That first thing you said…is that what it sounds like?”
“Yes.”
“Is that even possible?”
“Yes and it can actually be very pleasurable but there is a significant amount of pain along with it. It is not something I would recommend an eighteen year old to try.”
“It sounds dreadful.”
“I will not do it to you unless you wish it,” he said soothingly. “Try to remember that I do love you and I will always try to comfort you afterwards.”
“The first time we were together, you performed oral sex on me.”
“Yes.”
“Why would you do that if it’s something so negative?”
“When I did it to you I wanted to taste you. I have done far too much in my life to be squeamish about cunnilingus, or the taste of semen. I enjoyed lapping at you, feeling your vibrations, seeing how incredibly responsive you were. In fact I may do it again later. Your taste will go very nicely with the champagne. There’s nothing wrong with the act, it’s just that humans train children to feel that genitals are unclean and it takes a certain amount of experience to appreciate them as something beautiful.”
He stroked her labia lightly with the hand he had kept positioned over her sex. Hermione’s mind was beginning to cloud but she knew she had to ask him now before her courage failed.
“Would you teach me to do that to you?” she said hesitantly. “It would better for me to learn when we are ourselves rather than when we are playing the roles.”
He frowned for a split second before saying,
“I will teach you, on condition that you stop when you’ve had enough. You should be getting something out of it as well.”
“How?”
“When this is done in a loving situation the person receiving is giving up control to the person giving. It’s a heady feeling knowing that you are dispensing their pleasure in that way. If there is no loving situation then the giver is an inferior and the act is degrading. Do you promise?”
“I promise.”
“Then I suggest we finish bathing each other and then I’ll take you to bed. Pass me the soap.”