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*********Chapter 14 - Shaman First Encounter

Hermione was cold, wet, and sticky. She couldn’t remember how she got that way but she was.

The door opened and Wiggles came in carrying Sarah screaming at the top of her lungs. A pain tugged at her breast and more liquid leaked out. She took Sarah from Wiggles, and she immediately searched for her breakfast. When she found the nipple she sighed as she greedily sucked. She kept pulling back on the nipple like it would not come out fast enough.

Hermione was always slow to wake up and she could not put two and two together right away. It took her a few minutes to remember where she was and why. It took a little longer to adjust to the baby mutilating her sore breasts.

Slowly everything started to come back. Even why she was letting a baby girl nurse.

She winced as Sarah gave another tug on her breast. She tried to switch the babe to the other breast. Sarah didn’t want to let go and just kept on sucking. Hermione was hoping that the other breast wasn’t as sore. But it was.

She was almost in tears trying to let Sarah feed. She was so sore.

How could one little baby make anyone so sore.

A flash of dark hair against her white breast appeared in her mind. She remembered bits and pieces of her dream, but it was only a dream.

Shaman came in while she was trying to switch Sarah back. His father had told him in a very matter of fact voice that Hermione was now responsible for feeding Sarah. He had also taught him the engorgio charm. Just in case it was needed while he was away.

Shaman watched the pain on her face as she struggled with Sarah. Sarah was a real little witch. At 6 months old she could pitch temper tantrums that would bring the house hold to a screeching halt. Shaman didn’t particularly care for Sarah. He even felt sympathy for Hermione. It really looked painful!

Mentally shrugging he decided that she would become used to it. Yesterday was the first day that he had been home that Sarah hadn’t pitched an all out fit. Hermione might yet be an asset.

Shaman watched Hermione until she became aware of him.

He came over to provide assistance.

He dropped his hand to rest on baby Sarah’s and he gently stroked her cheek as she suckled. He had seen his mother and father do this with Shanair and Samuel. His stroking seemed to keep her calm enough to eat and not bite. Hermione was still wincing, but it wasn’t as severe as what he had witnessed earlier.

Shaman’s other hand went to her other breast and gently rubbed his thumb over the still distended nipple. She flinched as if he had pinched her.

Hermione had been through a lot. She was getting a picture of what was expected of her….but no matter it just didn’t seem right letting him…touch…her. Shaman did not remove his hand, but he answered some unspoken questions.

“Father gave me some salve that must be rubbed in. It should relieve most if not all of your discomfort. I should have applied it while you were sleeping, but I didn’t want you to wake you. You looked ..content.”

Hermione blushed. Why should the fact that he had watched her sleeping disturb her more than him touching her. Actually gently stroking. She winced again. Sarah must have developed teeth in the night.

Shaman saw her discomfort, and said, “You can’t use the salve until Sarah is done eating.” He continued the stroking. She felt him pause in the circles he was making around her nipple. She looked down. A cloudy watery looking substance was dripping onto his fingers. He placed one finger on opposite sides of her nipple and pushed in while rolling the fingers towards the nipple. The liquid squirted out a good 12 inches or more. Hermione was stunned. It seems her body had secrets she didn’t know.

Shaman looked startled when it first happened, but laughed at the look on her face. “It’s perfectly natural. If it keeps Sarah from pitching a tantrum then it’s a real blessing. She can scream louder than a banshee.”

Sarah pulled back on her nipple again. Hermione cried out. Shaman quickly broke the suction and lifted Sarah up and switched her to the nipple he had just been caressing. He started stroking the baby’s cheek before she had even latched on. Sarah was gentler this time. Apparently the milk was flowing easier because of Shaman’s ministrations.

As soon as the feeding was done, Wiggles appeared and took Sarah away. Sarah obviously wanted to play. That was something else that was unheard of. The child had been miserable since she was born. Shaman didn’t remember Shanair or ***Samuel being that way. When Sarah was taken away that only left Hermione and Shaman in what she could only guess was his father’s bedroom.

Shaman removed some of the salve from the tub. He started rubbing it in an started to speak in a very matter of fact voice. He was no longer talking down to her. He was merely stating facts.

“We didn’t exactly get off to the best start. I more so than any of my brothers, look forward to the change in this law. My betrothed…” His face screwed up in distaste. “is a loathsome individual that I have every reason to believe is no longer an innocent. If I am forced into the final binding, or wedding ceremony, with her I will make her wanton ways known. If I can prove my accusations then she will become a slave to the Snapes or we may have her put to death on the spot.” His eyes glittered when he mentioned slave or death.

Hermione shuttered. Shaman was definitely dark.

Shaman switched sides and starting administering to the other breast.

“Lay back. Father left this to help you and he gave me very specific instructions on how and when to apply.” Shaman smirked inwardly. At no time did his father tell him to apply the salve, but that was the only way he knew to make sure that it was applied properly.

Hermione was still mortified that he was touching her breasts, but the medicine felt so good. She decided to do as she was told and lay back.

Shaman continued to talk. It was partly to calm her and partly to distract her.

“If this law is enacted, I will find a wife quickly, before anyone has the chance to get it repelled.” He gave her a very serious look. “I had hoped to marry a pureblood. Grandfather has preached to us since we were born about keeping the line pure. Only pure bloods are truly powerful.”

He stopped his ministrations and said, “You disprove that truism. Father said you bested Lucius Malfoy in a duel. Is that true?”

Hermione said, “Yes it is.”

Shaman moved to the other breast and started to reapply the medication. His stroking had become more sensuous as the pain had receded.

“Lucius is a very powerful wizard. You look so tiny and delicate.” He paused in his ministration and held her breast as if he was weighing it in the palm of his hand. He looked deeply into her eyes as if he was looking for something.

Hermione went on guard. Leglimens usually required eye contact. She erected a wall, but there was not probing. If he was trying to read her it was without a spell.

Slowly and deliberately he moved his hand down from her breast and drew back the covers. She was completely naked. When she tired to cover herself he said, “CEASE”, and she immediately quit. He gazed at her narrow waist, concave stomach, her ribs, her neatly trimmed thatch of hair as red as the head on her hair. He stood up so he could pull the covers down to her toes and surveyed her body from head to toe.

He was silent for a while and then nodded his head as if he had just come to a conclusion.

“I think we could do well together. If I am chosen to be your mate that would be acceptable to me.” Hermione was shocked. She had come to the conclusion that Shaman did not like her.

Shaman saw her confused look and pounced.

“Hermione there is just one more thing. ….. “Leglimens.”

Hermione was completely unprepared for the invasion. Shaman quickly retrieved information on the battle in the ministry of magic and then went to her more recent memories. More particularly yesterday. Father had left early this morning to take care of some business involving Zarus.

Shaman wanted to see what cousin Zaraus had been up to. The guy was a rotter of the first order.

He watched everything play out through her eyes. The emotions that she had felt were shadows of the real thing, but they were still intense. So she was passionate too.

If an eavesdropper heard no good of themselves then a Legilimens never saw a good thought about himself.

Shaman had just come to the conclusion that she would be an acceptable mate and now he had to see another man with his hands on her. He was enraged. He was prying at the memories looking at them more than once. The one of her on his lap and his finger up her tush was playing over and over.

Hermione finally managed to push him out of her mind. He was angry and that helped Hermione oust him. She could feel his anger in her mind before she forced him to leave. She even knew the source of his anger. She saw the scene play itself out over and over in her head, but she was picking up his emotions. It was like reverse Legilimens.

She was glad that she forced him out before they made it back to Professor Snape’s bedroom. Her dream had seemed very real and she didn’t want to share it with anyone. She would be too embarrassed. She turned red even thinking of what would his reaction to seeing her in the library with his father would be.

She had a feeling , by his reaction to Zaraus, that he would not care much for her dream. He might even be offended that his father and not he played the staring role.

Shaman was disconcerted. Very few people could throw him out of their minds. He was impressed with what he had glimpsed of the battle. She had been a little fireball. Lucius wasn’t the only person she had bested that night.
Shaman was surprised by something else. Out of all of the mysteries she had faced and the deadly duels, even seeing her friend wrapped up in a brain, her main fear had been of flying? He would have laughed, but he didn’t want to alienate her.

Who knew she was friends with Harry Potter? Who was the red headed boy?

Shaman felt her glaring at him as he marshaled his thoughts into a coherent pattern. “It is hard to reconcile the fact that you are so petite and yet very powerful.”

Something still didn’t make sense….There was something out of place. Shaman repeated over and over what he had saw and felt.

SURELY NOT!

Shaman took his wand and quickly flipped Hermione onto her stomach. He forced her head down and her derrière up. His mind quickly sifted again through the memories that he had seen. Yes. That’s the one he needed.

Shaman‘s voice was a little high pitched as he requested, “Hermione push against me like you did Zachas yesterday.” Hermione desperately wanted to refuse, but she found herself using those muscles she had never paid any attention to. She was silently cursing every Snape she knew. She knew quite a few from the binding ceremony. What was there bloody obsession with her arsehole anyway?

Shaman kept saying, “More.” “Push harder.” Hermione did NOT want a repeat of the fart from yesterday, but she had no choice but to obey.

Excitedly he yelled, “Yes. I see it.” He startled Hermione so badly that she immediately quit pushing and fell down on the bed. Shaman was almost in a panic. He had to have her cooperation. How was the best way to get it?

“Hermione do you know what a parasite is?” She nodded, but he didn’t see the comprehension he needed.

“Do you know what a magical parasite is?” She immediately accessed her wealth of information and came up with the correct answer.” She still wasn’t getting the connection.

Shaman said, “Cousin Zachas, the rotter, placed a magical parasite in your rectum. It must be removed. NOW. Truthfully we don’t know what it’s purpose is. It is probably either leaching the magic from the chastity spell which would allow a breach, or it is leaching your magic. Either way it must be removed before you are weakened. Do you understand?” His voice was urgent and Hermione was grossed out at the fact that she had a parasite on her.

As the implication of the parasite truly formed Hermione forgot to be embarrassed. She just wanted the parasite removed.

She relaxed her muscles as much as possible and pushed. It wasn’t long before Shaman saw it again. He took his fingers and carefully removed it. He received a few low voltage zaps. He was very careful to make sure it remained intact.

He held his hand out to Hermione and showed her. It was about the size of a dog tick. It was obviously engorged.

Hermione hid her head. Zachas had seemed so nice. Why had he done this?

Shaman saw her despair at being used. A betrayal was a hard thing to overcome. He knew.

He said, “You must kill it in order to retrieve your magic.”

Hermione took it in her hand. It was a repulsive little thing even without thinking of where it had been. She placed it between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed. A glob of shining goo shot out of it and was absorbed into her arm. The body melted away.

Hermione felt the magic reenter her body. She hadn’t noticed when it had left, but she definitely felt it when it returned.

She remembered one story she had read about a parasite that had reportedly drained a witch to the point she had to live as a muggle.

Shaman said quietly, “I must see everywhere he touched you. There might be another parasite.”

Hermione’s reluctance to show her body was gone in the fear that another bug might be found.

Shaman spent quite a while exploring Hermione’s body that morning with her full cooperation. That was the only parasite that was found, but he enjoyed looking.

A little too much.

Shaman had a hard on that would not go away. In such close proximity he couldn’t hide it. It pressed into her back as he searched her head, neck, ears. It pressed into her soft stomach as he searched her face, neck,and chest. Even when he asked her to place one foot on the bed while she was standing and he was kneeling her foot had brushed against him. He had looked quickly into her eyes to see if it was done on purpose and only met total innocence. She had felt him, but she had not deliberately touched him.

She saw his robes tent and she quickly looked up to avoid his eyes. He was still kneeling between her spread thighs.

Shaman chuckled. It was refreshing to see someone inexperienced. Pansy definitely was not an innocent. The slut.

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Just thinking about Pansy brought to mind all of the wonderful things she could do to him. He hated her and sometimes even himself afterward.

Pansy and he had been contracted since birth. The wards had steadily dropped over the years. She had given him his first blow job when she had still been quite young. Worse still she had initiated it. That was Shaman’s first clue. It had niggled at him until he realized she could not have been that good the first time with no experience. Unfortunately that realization didn’t take place for quite some years. When it finally did occur to him, the next thought was worse.

He was taking Malfoy’s seconds.

Yuck. He just couldn’t stomach that.
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Shaman could not help himself. When he spread her labia to take a very close look his tongue darted out and licked her. She squealed and jumped, but could not move away Shaman held her firmly.

She tasted so sweet his tongue came out again. And again. Shortly she started to drip with desire. Shaman laughed out loud.

“You are passionate. This is very good. Snapes are legendary lovers. They are passionate to the point of insanity. I don’t think you will have any trouble coping.”

A noise was heard in the hallway and Shaman stood up quickly and dressed and cleaned Hermione with a flick of his wand. She had on the simple gown with the open lapels. Easier access…for breast feeding.

The two turned to the door to see who had disturbed them.