A Delicate Obsession

Chapter 13 – Tasting the Sweet Life

It all belongs to Rowling, except what you don’t recognize.

“Hold still. If I don’t do this right, you’ll scar.”

Young Snape flinched again. “I don’t care. Maybe I deserve them. Did you ever think of that? Anyway, that salve hurts worse than the stripes.” He was laying on his stomach on her bed, in her room, half undressed and half believing that he had to be dreaming.

“No one deserves to be switched. Gods, this is one of the disgusting things about the Wizarding World. Muggles don’t allow this kind of thing.”

“So the Master never did this to you?” he stifled another moan as she continued to lave the ointment on his bleeding back.

“Course not. I never melted a cauldron or did any of the shite you’ve been pulling. Please, you’ve got to stop going to those meetings. I can’t cover for you forever. Damn, all I did was run an errand and you go an’ fall asleep. Three cauldrons melted! It’s a miracle he didn’t just pack up your things and send you back home.”

“I should be so lucky! Do you think I want to be doing this?”

“Don’t talk that way—Master Bernardus is one of the best.”

Snape thought he heard something. He halfway turned on the bed and looked at Tara. “You’re crying! Why are you doing that?” He tried to sit up and realized that though he was still sore his back was much better. It was one very good healing cream.

“And why shouldn’t I? Look at how you’re hurt.” Big tears were running down her face and her nose was red.

“And you care? About me?” Snape felt like he couldn’t catch his breath. “And after all the things I’ve called you.”

“I told you names don’t bother me. Violence does though. You’re just a boy and what he did was wrong.” She took out a handkerchief and blew her nose. “It don’t matter how many cauldrons you blow up or melt.”

Snape stared at her with astonishment. She cared!

On impulse, he leaned forward and launched himself at her. It was an awkward kiss; his nose seemed determined to get in the way. But it was also the best kiss he’d ever had, the only one, in fact. And, oddly enough, she wasn’t screaming or kicking or trying to get away. Her mouth seemed to be melting under his. He rearranged his hands to draw her in even closer. She moaned and his cock leaped up in response.

He pulled back and ed ied in her eyes. They were red from the tears she’d shed—over him!

“Well, it’s about time. Maybe you are a man and not a boy. Care to prove it?” Her breasts were right there next to him and he put out a hand to tentatively touch one. “Yes, that’s right. They’re real and they won’t break. She quickly undid the buttons down her robe front and exposed herself. Her breasts were so small and firm that she didn’t bother wearing a bra.

Snape felt faint. Don’t pass out, whatever you do, don’t, he thought. He felt her hand come round the back of his head and pressed him down to one of her nipples.

“Go ahead, have a taste.” Her voice was low and satiny.

Snape didn’t wait for a second invitation. He kneeled by the side of the bed and let her lay down. He dipped down over her and flicked out his tongue to the erect nipple. An electric shock seemed to go straight down from his mouth to his cock. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him.

“Damn, what are you waiting for? The Knight Bus?” she urged him on.

“Are we? I mean do you want?” He’d pinch himself but he didn’t want to wake.

She looked at him with humor in her eyes. “Yes. The whole whatever you want to call it. Are you ready and willing? Not saving yourself for your wedding night, are you?”

He licked his lips and tried to remember to breath. “No. I just… Why?”

It was her turn to be surprised. “Why ever not? A handsome young bloke as yourself.”

“Damn you. Don’t make fun of me.” He felt his cock start to wilt.

“I’m not. What? You don’t think that you’re good lookin’?” She was quite perplexed.

“Yes. My nose, my face.”

“Look fine to me. You have a nose any Frenchman would be proud of and you have a fine distinguished face. I like a bit of character.” She smiled.

“Gods, where have you been all my life?” Snape muttered and put out a hand to move his hair out of his face.

“Right here, waiting for you. And I’m not getting any younger.” She wiggled out of her robes; all she had on was her knickers.

He stared. His cock was leaking. He felt embarrassed. After all these years of being ashamed of his looks, here was this woman who thought he looked…good. His brain was getting too many signals at once and he was ready to cum if he so much as touched her.

“All right?” Tara put out her hand and pressed his erection through his robes. “Tell me what you are afraid of.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve never…”

“Yes, we’ve established that. Perhaps you’re afraid that you might spend your load before you’ve taken off your pants?”

“How did you—“ he swallowed hard. Gods, she could read minds.

“It’s your age. And it’s all right. You don’t need a hard cock to satisfy a woman. And I strongly suspect you’d be ready again even if you did take the edge off. So stop your frettin’ and drop your clothes. Here I’m going to start without you then.” She half closed her eyes and snaked her hand down to her knickers. She put a finger down inside the top and touched herself.

Not taking his eyes off of her, Snape slipped off his robe and underwear. He blushed as he felt her eyes go over him. She smiled her approval and he felt elated. “This really isn’t a pity fuck, is it?” he asked.

After she slipped her knickers off, she reached out her arms for him and he climbed over on top of her. “If you hadn’t had your head so far up your arse, we would have done this sooner. I’ve had me eye on you.” She reached down and touched his cock. His whole body stiffened in surprise. “Now, we have a bit of a size differential. You’re going to have to take most of your weight on your arms and elbows or I’ll be crushed under your chest. Can you do that for me?

He nodded and brought his body forward over hers. He moaned as she took hold of him and placed him at her entrance. She pulled a bit more on him and he entered her. She was hot and wet and so very tight. He tried to control his entrance but he was scared to go deeper. “I might hurt you.”

“Not at lov love, just go slow, you’re big, but believe it or not, there’s been bigger.” She slipped down further below him and he felt himself sheaved even further in. “That’s better now. You can let yourself go. I don’t mind if you cum straight away. It’s your first time so enjoy it! I’ll teach you to make love properly later.”

With her blessing, Snape did exacthat.hat. He let his instincts take over and he pulled out and pushed in, groaning out his pleasure as his cock delved into this new terrain. Many times while he’d masturbated he’d wondered what it would be like to be inside a woman instead of his greased hand. But it was totally different than what he’d expected. She was so velvety. He wanted to kiss her, but her face was down somewhere around his chest.

Suddenly he stopped: he wanted to be able to prolong the pleasure; sadly his cock released his cum hard into her anyway. He plunged himself deeply in one more time and then collapsed, senseless, over her. He was completely lost after his most amazing orgasm to date.

After a few minutes, he came back to his senses and realized that poor Tara was buried under him. He rolled off of her and eased himself out of her. She smiled as thick gobs of cum came out with him and rolled over her leg. Playfully she took some and rubbed it on him. He leaned down and kissed her on her lips. “Are you all right?” he asked.

“Sure, but a few minutes longer and I’d be flatter than a griddle cake.” She winked. “You feel ready to pleasure a woman now?”

He nodded, awestruck. “Good, do you want to taste yourself?” she reached down and took a finger full of his white liquid and lapped at it with her tongue. He didn’t say a word as she then put the same finger in his mouth and he did taste himself: it was salty and a bit bitter. “I’d suggest a cleansing spell if you don’t like it. I’ll show you a good one.”

She took her wand from the bedside table and did a quick spell. Snape memorized the words and the wand movement. He was surprised that it was the same spell for both of them. “Now how do you feel about a woman’s privates?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t really thought—“

“Liar! Go ahead, have a good look. Go exploring.” She brought her legs up and held onto her knees. “If you want to be a good lover, then it’s not just the breasts and the kissing of the face you’ll be concerned with. No, the main action is down there. Go ahead and touch me.”

Snape explored, gingerly touching and lifting open her petals. He pushed back the skin covering her clit. And when he touched her nub, he heard her gasp in excitement. Snape liked power. That was what he loved about magic. And here was another form of magic that would give him the power to make a woman gasp. He wanted to learn and master the secrets. “What next?” he asked. He barely recognized his voice, which was thick with desire.

“Oh you can rub, you can lick, and you can kiss. If you want to put your fingers in, be sure your nails are trimmed.” Her voice seemed rather dreamy as he gently rubbed her mount and his thumb circled on her nub. “Oh, that’s right. You’re a quick learner. Would you like to kiss me down there now?”

Snape brought himself between her legs. He sniffed her fragrance, pleased that the spell hadn’t changed her natural scent. He stuck out his tongue and tentatively licked between her folds. Her hips jumped in response and he found himself becoming hard again. He liked how she tasted: it was very mild and slightly salty. He was enjoying this. Burying his tongue inside of her, he held her hips with one hand for better control while he continued to stroke and circle her clit with his other hand. He was rewarded by her moans becoming louder and more frantic. He then decided to try sucking on her nub while putting his well-groomed fingers inside her. His other hand reached up and stroked her nipple. Her body went into a spasm and then shook violently with her orgasm. He found his mouth filled with her ejaculation, which tasted sweet. Watching her face convulsed in raw passion, he continued to stroke her breast. Her shuddering was incredibly arousing. When he looked he saw he was achingly hard and ready to start all over again, which they did.

That night, Snape missed his first Death Eaters meeting.

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The memory ended. Snape was left with a raging hard-on. He crossed to his bed, hiked up his robe and dropped his boxers. Within the nightstand was a tub of lubricant. Lying down, he took some of the lube and worked it over his prick. He used his other hand to stroke his balls. Very quickly, he came, calling out Laura’s name, even though it had been Tara on his mind. It was Friday night and he could barely wait until he was with his Laura again.

In another part of Hogwarts, Hermione was heading down to the kitchens. She’d put it off for a nearly week, but McGonagall was looking quite peevish. It was time to have a little chat with Dobby.

A/N: Please, as much as I enjoy being reviewed, please stop asking for longer chapters. They all average a certain size, which is working for me as the writer of this piece. I don’t have a beta and that allows a very quick writing and posting of chapters, but it also means I have to go into my proofreaders mode to make sure that there are not too many typos or grammar errors.

And a special thanks to my reviewers: Katharina, CMW, Fervesco, Kitty D., and Lady Aidil. You all are great!