Blood of the Virgin Witch

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.


Silk Sheets and Champagne


After the couple had finished in the bathroom Hermione went straight through to the bedroom while Severus went back to the sitting room to retrieve the chilled champagne and some suitable glassware.

Hermione threw back the covers and arranged herself for her lover. She was amazed to realise that he had changed the normal linen sheets for the most incredible dark green silk sheets. They felt amazing. Severus walked carrying the ice bucket and two long flute glasses.

“Silk sheets sir?”

“What?”

“These sheets are silk.”

“From the rather enticing way you are wriggling around on them, I gather the change is to your liking.”

“It feels amazing.”

“My house elf has an unusual amount of initiative.”

“It’s not Dobby is it?”

“Yes. He looks after my quarters and Flitwick’s.”

“I’ll remember to thank him…”

“No you won’t. I don’t care if he realises I have taken a lover but we can’t afford to let him know that it’s you.”

“You’re right… I’m sorry.”

Her face and voice betrayed her distress at her thoughtlessness. He couldn’t find it in his heart to be stern with her.

“No harm done. You are just not used to subterfuge. It doesn’t come naturally to a Gryffindor. Your bravery arises from your passion and your heart. All this won’t be for long and hopefully you’ll never ever have to do anything like this again.”

He began to stroke her hair with his hand. She fixed her watery eyes on him and he caught a tear on the tip of his forefinger, just as it began to leak out of the corner. He sensuously licked it off as she looked at him in confusion. He smiled softly before bending to kiss her deeply. After the kiss he took his lips to her ear and whispered,

“You are my love. When Voldemort is gone I will announce it to the world and be proud to do so.”

“You called him by his name. You never do that.”

“That was a slip…. I admit. I will not do it again, not even in front of you. Champagne?”

He moved off her so she was able to sit up and he uncorked the bottle with a musical pop and poured them both a glass. He handed her one and she took a sip.

“Umm!” she sighed, “This is good.”

“It’s a good brand and a good year. Wine is the only Muggle product Ir pur purchase.”

“You can get Wizard made.”

“I know and some of it is good but they don’t make champagne lthe the Muggles do. My mother’s father taught me that when I was a boy and I am prepared to hold the maxim as true, for the sake of sentiment, if nothing else.”

“A proud pureblood wizard like you, enjoying something a Muggle made. I’m surprised and shocked,” she teased.

He cupped her soft breast in his free hand and said seductively,

“You were made by Mug and and you know how I enjoy you…I enjoy you very much and very… often.”

She smiled at him and initiated another kiss with her champagne chilled lips.

“You said you would teach me,” she prompted.

All right, biology lesson first, mood-building second. Give me your hand and watch carefully.”

He guided her hand down to his manhood and began a mini-lecture.

“First thing is to pull back the foreskin. This area here around the base of the glans is the most sensitive area. Stroking this with your tongue is what will bring about the climax. It’s erotic for me to watch you kiss lower down the shaft but it doesn’t thatthat much in terms of sensation, encircling it with your hand is the best option. The underside has more feeling than the top side. The testes are very sensitive to kisses and licks but again it is more in the nature of foreplay and encouraging an erection than bringing about the ejaculation. This area here behind is extremely sensitive and gentle stroking here whilst tonguing the base of the glans will speed things up considerably.”

“I thought I had to take it intothrothroat.”

“No. It can be done that way but it’s not easy or pleasant or necessary really. It’s a feature of fairly extreme submission. What happens is that the base of the glans is stimulated by the gag reflex in the throat instead of the tongue. You’ll as as if you’re going to choke because you are trying to swallow something that won’t go down. I don’t want you to even attempt it. It’s something I would do with a whore, not with a woman I cherish.”

“Okay, I think I got all that. Should I do it now?”

“ I would to kiss and touch a little to relax us both. This is not an exam Miss Granger. It should come as natural desire, as when you decided to explore last time. If you wish to try after we have begun then you may.”

“I w….”

“Hush woman!” he said in exasperation and tipped the small amount of cold champagne still in his glass over her breast. She squawked at this and he pushed her back onto the bed with one hand and removed the glass from her hand with the other. She couldn’t help but giggle as he started lapping up the icy little drops and trickles on her body. She started to squirm and he raised his head and mock glared at her before pinning her down firmly and kissing her passionately.

Whatever strange magic existed between the two to inspire their responses did not fail them this time. It was only a few minutes before Severus was fully aroused and hungering to taste her as he had promised. At the same time he wanted to allow her some degree of choice about her expression of desire. Rearing up he crawled down the bed. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards hoverover the slippery silken sheets. He shifted to lie on his side beside her, with his feet at the pillowed end of the bed. He parted Hermione’s legs and curled himself to lick at her core.

Hermione now had a choice. She could lie on her back and passively submit to his attentions, or she could pull herself onto her side to access his penis, which was level with her head, because of the way he had bent himself. She chose the latter option. He smirked with triumph before pulling her uppermost leg over his shoulder to keep her spread for him while he buried his face in her.

Hermione began to lapping kisses all over his testicles. She could hear his muffled groans and it seemed that she could feel them vibrating through her intimate flesh as well. This was working! She grasped his shaft firmly and eased the foreskin back. With her other hand she began to trace the sensitive area with a fingertip.

Severus couldn’t believe how quickly the inexperienced girl was reducing him to a puddle. He tried to focus on his own activity in the hopes of winning the battle but as soon as Hermione took the weeping head into her hot little mouth he was lost.

His ejaculation took her completely by surprise. He spurted twice into her mouth before she could release him. The rest of the seed spilled on her cheek. The seed in her mouth was salty but not unpleasant. She swallowed without difficulty.

The instant she did she became aware that the world had changed. A blue glow surrounded them and she experienced a strange stirring of the magic flowing within her. Panicked she sat up and met her partner’s black eyes. Instantly she knew he felt it too. He pushed himself up to kneel over her. Was he hypnotised or was she?

He reached out his hand and used his forefinger to slowly transfer the seed on her cheek to her mouth. It didn’t occur to her to refuse it. The glow intensifieth eth each swallow, as did her awareness of the disturbance in the flow of the magic around them. Having scooped up as much as he could with his finger he bent and began to lick way the stickiness that remained. After each swipe he brought his mouth to hers so she could take the residue from his tongue. Not a word passed between them and the panic was gone as long as Severus was there, touching her feeding her, gazing at her.

His task finished, he pushed her down on the bed and buried his still hard penis inside her with a single thrust.


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