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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
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20
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Scent of a Woman
(Damn I wish I was your lover)
Open up I wanna come inside I wana fill you up I wanna make you cry....
(Damn I wish I was your lover)
After casting a couple of spells to tidy up the kitchen, Hermione dashed off to her bedroom to freshen up. She stood in the center of her room and pondered his directions for a moment. He had said only the skirt and corset. Thinking she would rather be safe and not irritate him she tossed her shirt on the bed and then reached beneath the skirt to remove her underpants, tossing them on top of the shirt. She brushed her teeth and then quickly made her way down into the basement of the house where Severus had set up his labs.
The door was open and she could see him standing in front of a long, high wooden table. His back was to her so she couldn’t tell what he was doing but she could see several containers lining the table.
“Don’t linger in the doorway, Hermione, there is work to be done,” he always seemed to know when she was there and it never failed to amaze her. She stepped inside and walked slowly across the room, carefully gauging her pace so that she didn’t run and fling herself into his arms. Instead she came to his side and placed her hand on his shoulder, when he turned to look at her she rose onto her toes and pressed her lips to his gently.
“I’m sorry I took so long,” she said softly. “What do you want me to do?” She asked, her brow furrowed in confusion as she looked at the odd assortment of ingredients.
“I want you to sit on that chair behind you with your arms at your sides and your hands holding the seat,” he said idly as if he had just asked her to pass him a jar of honey. She looked around him and saw a simple ladder-backed chair sitting there. She followed his instructions, settling herself onto the chair and gripping the seat beneath her, her heart pounding in anticipation.
“What are you brewing?” She asked.
“I’m not brewing anything. If you are going to be my assistant, and some day a Potions Mistress, there are certain things you must learn. The first thing is, do NOT trust those little morons any further than you can throw them,” he said, turning to face her and leaning back against the table. “I don’t say this just because I have no great love of children, I say it because over the years I have learned that teenagers are a sadistic lot, one of their favorite pranks is to change labels on ingredients.”
“I seem to recall that happening a time or two when I was in school,” she smirked.
“It can be very dangerous, which is why a good potions master will be able to recognize ingredients by smell,” he said. “That is what we are going to work on today.”
“Oh…I thought….why did you have me dress like this if we are going to be working?” She asked, looking down at the aqua satin corset edged with cream colored lace.
“Because it pleases me to see you this way,” he said, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing a small black eye mask. “I’m going to blindfold you now, Hermione, I want you to sit still, don’t move.” He slipped the mask over her eyes, using a spell to tighten the ribbons that held it in place. “Too tight?”
“No,” she said hoarsely.
“Can you see anything?” He asked, his fingertips stroking the soft skin of her cheek.
“No,” she replied, fighting the urge to press her cheek against him and nuzzle against his hand.
“Good, let’s begin,” he said, reaching for the first little jar and removing the cork stopper. He held it beneath her nose, “What do you smell?” She sniffed and her brows rose, her lisp twitching into a small smile.
“Lavender,” she said.
“Very good,” he rewarded her with another soft caress to her cheek before placing another container beneath her nose.
“Rosemary.” This time he tickled the shell of her ear with his fingertips, moving on to the next. “Eucalyptus.” The ingredients were easy enough to identify but she suspected he was building her up slowly to the more difficult ones. “Heather.” His caress slid down the side of her neck and she shivered. The next jar was more difficult, it wasn’t an herb and it wasn’t a flower either yet it still had an earthy aroma, familiar yet not. “Is that…dirt?”
“Excellent,” he purred, his hand sliding lower so that he stroked the slope of her shoulder. Her skin prickled beneath his touch and she began to tremble. “Are you cold?”
“No,” she breathed.
“You’re shivering,” he said.
“You’re touching me,” she replied, startled by the husky chuckle that answered.
“Would you like for me to touch you more?” He asked, watching the flush slowly creep up her chest and throat.
“Yes,” her voice quavered and her tongue swiped over her lips to moisten them. He smiled and reached for the next container. She sniffed and curled her nose, “Stink bug secretions.”
“Outstanding,” he traced her clavicle and she let her head fall back a little, tilting her chin up towards him. He was enthralled with how soft and creamy her skin was. It was like touching pure silk. He was painfully erect inside his trousers and he wanted more than anything to lay her out on the floor and thrust into her warmth, but maturity allowed him to quash that urge and move slowly. He had learned from his mistakes in the past with women, he wouldn’t try to move too quickly, he wouldn’t force it. He would have her when the time was right, when he was certain that what he had to offer was what she truly wanted.
“Ugh….dragon dung,” she said, turning her face away.
“I think I may have underestimated you yet again,” his fingers stroked the hollow of her throat, feeling the flex and undulation of muscle as she swallowed. He placed another phial just under her nose and she frowned for a moment, then her brow relaxed at the coppery tinge.
“Blood,” she sighed when his fingers traced the sensitive cleft of her cleavage.
“One more,” he said, smiling at the disappointed pout on her lips.
“It smells like….a flower…not sweet enough to be a rose…..orchid…moon orchid,” she said softly, her brow arching high. “You shouldn’t have essence of moon orchid….it was banned from public consumption!”
“I have connections ,” he purred. “You obviously know about the moon orchid, intimately if you can recognize its scent.”
“The university library has a large botany selection for those studying herbology, there are books that are spelled with scents as well as photos…but the scent was synthetic not natural,” she said, swallowing hard as a tingling warmth began to spread from the tip of her nose to the rest of her body.
“Of course you would have sought the most well rounded education. Or did you check it out for some light reading?” He taunted, tracing the lacy edge of the corset’s bodice.
“Curiosity…your touch is like fire,” she moaned, her hands biting into the chair’s wooden seat.
“Then it’s working,” he said. “Tell me about the moon orchid.” He continued his torturous exploration of her skin, stroking with a feather light touch that caused her to visibly tremble before him.
“Um…it grows in a tropical climate…r-rare hybrid crossed with v-venus flytrap…blooms at n-night…banned b-because of the h-highly potent aphrodisiacal properties of its scent…used in p-powerful and illegal l-lust potions,” she managed, wriggling her bottom against the chair and squeezing her thighs together as the burning spread and she began to ache unbearably between her thighs.
“Oh no you don’t,” he said, his hands suddenly catching her at the backs of her knees and dragging her forward so that her bottom hung off the edge of the chair and her legs were spread wide. “Naughty witch, did you think I wouldn’t notice? I told you that you would only come at my hand.”
“P-please,” she pleaded, panting heavily as his hands slid up her thighs, pushing the skirt up until it bunched at her waist. He nearly groaned when he saw how wet and swollen she was. She was painfully aroused, her head rolling back and forth against the back of the chair, but she held on to the seat for dear life, just as he had told her to.
“Moon orchids are also useful in healing potions I have discovered,” he continued to lightly stroke her thighs as he pushed them wider, opening her wet, fragrant sex to his eyes. “Arousal is all about blood flow. Increased flow to the penis is what causes an erection; it’s what causes a woman’s vagina to become wet, soft and supple while at the same time engorging the clitoris into a tight little bud. That same principle works on healing, good blood flow brings fresh nutrients and antibodies to a wounded area and carries away the negative agents.”
“I…I don’t….huh?” He laughed softly, raking his nails lightly along the inside of her thighs and causing her to arch her back and lift her hips towards him.
“I suppose you don’t care much about the healing aspect right now, distracted as you are by the arousal currently controlling you.” She was so wet and swollen, her heady scent having the same affect on him as the moon orchid did on her. “You have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen.”
“Oh my…Severus, “she whimpered, begging him for an end to the torment.
“I never imagined seeing you like this, not once before you moved into this house,” he said, laying his head on her thigh as he continued to stare at the red, flushed flesh of her core. “You are intoxicating.”
“You are…infuriating,” she groaned, her nails digging into the wooden chair seat.
“Do you want to come, Hermione?” He drawled.
“Yeeeessssss,” she hissed, her teeth clenched tight. He slid his hands higher on her thighs, his thumbs and forefingers settling into the crease where pelvis and thigh met, framing her sex. She widened her legs as he leaned forward, her entire body bucking in anticipation of his touch, his kiss. But neither came, instead she felt the soft caress of his breath as he blew directly on her engorged clit. Her attraction to him combined with the affects of the moon orchid had her so aroused that the warm stroke of his breath was enough to send her over.
Her back arched sharply, her toes curling against the cold concrete floor as orgasm rushed through her. She moaned and writhed, rocking the chair against the floor as the spasms raced through her, hard and forceful at first and then ebbing into light tremors that randomly shook her lightly perspiring frame until every muscle in her body went lax and she slumped in the chair, breathing heavily.
He kissed the inside of her thigh gently and leaned against her body, reaching up to push the mask off of her face. She blinked against the light several times then looked down at him, still kneeling on the floor between her thighs. Her post orgasmic blush became deeper as embarrassment settled in and she turned her head.
“Don’t look away from me,” he said, laying his hand on her cheek and turning her face to look at him. “What’s wrong? You didn’t enjoy it?”
“You know I did…but you didn’t even touch me, what must you think of me?” She bit her bottom lip and cast her eyes down.
“I think that you are beautiful and very passionate. I think that your natural and intense responses to me are amazing to behold and I wonder what I did to deserve such a gift,” he took her hands and pulled her up so that she was sitting on the chair’s edge with his arms wrapped around her waist. He waited until she wrapped her arms around his shoulders before continuing. “I think that you handled yourself beautifully.”
“You’re still testing me, aren’t you?” She asked.
“I will always test you, Hermione. One more thing about me that you will have to determine whether or not you can handle.” He kissed her lips and then her cheek, running his hands up and down her spine in soothing strokes.
“I can handle it. I won’t fail you, Severus, I promise,” she smiled.
“No, I don’t think you will. More than likely it will be I who fails you,” he kissed her quickly and then stood, offering her his hand. “Playtime is over, time to begin brewing what we need to stock the stores at school.”
Just like that he went from tender lover to disciplined task master. And Hermione, confused and still trembling in the glow of passions aftermath, was at a loss.
Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover by Sophie B Hawkins
That old dog has chained you up alright
Give you everything you need
To live inside a twisted cage
Sleep beside an empty rage
I had a dream I was your hero
Damn I wish I was your lover
I\'ll rock you till the daylight comes
Make sure you are smiling and warm
I am everything
Tonight I\'ll be your mother I will
Do such things to ease your pain
Free your mind and you won\'t feel ashamed
Open up on the inside gonna fill you up gonna make you cry
This monkey can\'t stand to see you black and blue
Give you something sweet each time you
Come inside my jungle book
What is it just too good
Don\'t say you\'ll stay
\'Cause then you go away
Damn I wish I was your lover
I\'ll rock you till the daylight comes
Make sure you are smiling and warm
I am everything
Tonight I\'ll be your mother I will
Do such things to ease your pain
Free your mind and you won\'t feel ashamed
Shucks, for me there is no other
You\'re the only shoe that fits
I can\'t imagine I\'ll grow out of it
Damn I wish I was your lover
If I was your girl believe me
I\'d turn on the Rolling Stones
We could groove along and feel much better
I could do it forever and ever
Give me an hour to kiss you
Walk through heaven\'s door I\'m sure
We don\'t need no doctor to feel much better
Let me in
Forever and ever and ever and ever
I sat on a mountainside with peace of mind
I lay by the ocean making love to her with visions clear
Walked for days with no one near
And I return as chained and bound to you
Damn I wish I was your lover
I\'ll rock you till the daylight comes
Make sure you are smiling and warm
I am everything
Tonight I\'ll be your mother I will
Do such things to ease your pain
Free your mind and you won\'t feel ashamed
Shucks, for me there is no other
You\'re the only shoe that fits
I can\'t imagine I\'ll grow out of it
Damn I wish I was your lover
Just open up I\'m gonna come inside I wanna fill you up I wanna make you cry.....
(Damn I wish I was your lover)
Gettin\' on the subway and I\'m comin\' uptown....
(Damn I wish I was your lover)
Standing on a street corner waiting for my love to change....
(Damn I wish I was your lover)
Feelin\' like a school boy, too shy and too young....
(Damn I wish I was your lover)
Open up I wanna come inside I wana fill you up I wanna make you cry....
(Damn I wish I was your lover)
Gettin\' on my camel and I\'ll ride it uptown....
(Damn I wish I was your lover)
Hanging around this jungle, wishing that this.....
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Oh what a delicious man =)
NARCISSAS SISTER – Somehow I think that Severus desperately wants someone to trust him, to REALLY trust him. I think that somewhere inside him he wants to give someone the love and care he never received.
VORACIOUS READER - I figure the darker, torture, leather, whips and chains version has been done again and again, I wanted to the softer, more tender aspect to be explored. I find that version far more sexy
BILLS BEDROOM – I know, it’s the way he sounds when he hands them out that makes it impossible to refuse him lol
DIAMOND-HELEN – I think that a true Dom, at least one worth his salt, does love and cherish his partner.
SCARLET QUILL – steamy enough for ya?
SMURPHY – Im glad youre reading the blog!! I love it, it’s a great way to keep you guys informed.
LADY OF CLUNN – that’s true! But I had to really think about Hermione and determined that she wanted someone to take control, so she didn’t have to, she didn’t necessarily want full out bondage.
TARA – never fear, Severus is ready to fill in the gaps in her education
AUNDREE’A – LOL Sev has a way about him that would make even the bossiest woman roll over and whimper.
KITTYCAT30 – I KNOW, this week has sucked! Ive been non-stop busy it seems. BUT I did revisit and unfinished Remus story that Im finishing up FINALLY. And got some new inspiration for another Sev….this one a bit longer than this story is going to be.
SERIN BLACKMOON – Thank you very very much for the compliment, and the encouragement to continue delving into this type of relationship.