#8 ~ A Rather Catty Situation

Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR (except Odessa Divine). All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 14 ~ Having a New Animagus for a Wife has its Advantages


Severus walked into the Main Hall and shifted into stealth mode, unaware he was being trailed by Odessa in cat form. The animagus stuck to the shadows as she followed the Potions Master while he slunk about the halls, routing out snogging or shagging students from niches, shadows, corridors, empty classrooms or wherever he found them. Severus had excellent hearing and could hear a gasp or a pant from yards away, zeroing in on the location immediately. He also had a penchant for letting shagging students finish what they started if he caught them mid-screw. He would simply wait until he heard the final groans, and then act. If he could stop them before they started, that was fine and well, but if they were engaged he had a tendency to give them a break. Of course, this was the post-Hermione Severus. Before Hermione, Severus was a premiere cock-blocker, breaking students up mid-stroke, imperiously watching them dress before taking points and giving detentions. If they were Gryffindors, they suffered double losses, with a report to Minerva to add to their shame. Slytherins were seldom punished for their sexual activities. Actually, Severus was prone to award points to Slytherin males who were spearheading females from other houses, Gryffindor girls garnering the highest amount of points. Severus was still a Slytherin through and through.

Odessa followed Severus, watching him do his duties, and noting his route, especially the most secluded areas. She was getting a very informative tour of the castle in the process, learning all the nooks and crannies. One very interesting stop was a room that seemed to have been transformed into a grassy meadow full of flowers. Severus had entered the room quietly and observed two naked students frolicking through the tall grasses, the young woman giggling hysterically as she danced just out of reach, while the very aroused young man kept hissing “come here” and pursuing her. They had just tumbled out of sight in the field when Severus descended on them with all the fury of a sudden thunderstorm. The field converted to an empty room shortly thereafter as the busted pair took their stripes from the Potions Master and were dismissed to their houses. Odessa then followed him up to the astronomy tower, where he caught two Hufflepuffs just about to consummate their relationship. Both were in his afternoon potions class, and after being reprimanded and having points taken, scampered off to their house as fast as they could, the young woman almost stepping on Odessa’s tail as she flew by. The cat pressed back into the shadows as Severus stalked down the stairs, then followed.

After another hour of rounds, Severus returned to the dungeons, still completely unaware of his feline companion. After he entered his rooms, Odessa slunk down to her own residence and pushed her way through the cracked door and transformed back to human form, satisfied with the night’s activities. Not only did she have a better idea of the layout of the castle, she knew Severus’ route. This might come in handy one night. Naked, she picked up her wand and walked into her office. She opened the door to her shrine and lit the candles. Images of Severus glowered down on her, and she knelt, talking about her day and speaking her hopes and dreams to his image as if he could hear her. After kissing each image good night, she retired to her bedroom. She fell back on her bed, thinking about her next move. Depending on the reaction she received from Severus tomorrow concerning the kiss, she would decide whether or not to take Marcus up on his offer of information for sex. She hoped she wouldn’t have to.

Odessa had no attraction to the manipulative wizard, and knew part of his attraction, outside the obvious, was that she didn’t want him. He was handsome enough to find a willing woman to service him if he wanted. But no, he wanted her. Men were such pricks. Well, if she had to give in to him, he’d better know how to listen to instructions, and listen good. He’d only get one chance.

She pulled the covers up over herself and closed her eyes, waiting for the dreams of Severus to come.

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Severus noticed immediately that the bookcase to the study was left open. That was strange. He drew his wand, and cautiously stepped through, thinking better safe than sorry. He looked around the study. All seemed in order.

“Hermione?” he called. There was no answer. He walked toward the bedroom.

“Hermione!” he called again, entering the room. Suddenly, before he could orient his wand, he was knocked to the floor, a great weight on his body. His face was covered by a large, wet, rough something. He opened his eyes and looked directly into the amber orbs of his transformed wife, her huge head inches from his face as she yowled a greeting. She was stretched out over him, paws on either side of his head, licking him madly. He gasped, her weight nearly crushing him.

“Hermione, let me up! You’re heavy and your tongue hurts!” he panted.

The lioness stopped licking him and rose, backing off his body and sitting on her haunches, looking at him as he struggled to his feet and brushed the fur from his robes. Then she rose and bumped her head against his thighs. He petted her for a moment, then walked over to the bed and sat down. She followed him, pushing herself between his legs and purring. Severus continued to pet her as he turned and looked at the state their bed was in. The bedding had been pulled up and lioness fur was everywhere. He sighed and looked at the big cat rubbing her head into his hands.

“Hermione, can you transform back to human form please?” he asked.

The lioness seemed to nod. She backed up and stared at her mate for a few minutes. Severus began to wonder if something were wrong, when the lioness transformed, rather quickly into his wife, naked and on all fours, looking up at him, her hair slung wildly over her shoulders. She stretched, cat-like. He took a breath. She looked very desirable and accessible. He knew soon she would be able to transform with her clothing, so he appreciated the view while it lasted. He was tempted to tell her to stay where she was, strip down and take her from behind. But he needed to talk to her about her transformation. He couldn’t be knocked down every time he returned to their rooms when she was transformed. And the bed definitely had to be off-limits. Too much fur.

Hermione rose and walked over, sitting beside him on the bed. He noticed a definite cat-like slink in her motions. It was rather appealing. She turned his head toward her and planted a very hot and inviting kiss on his lips, teasing them with her tongue. Her eyes were dark. She must still be feeling the effects of her animal nature. Severus steeled himself. He couldn’t be sidetracked.

He sat back a bit, keeping his eyes at face level to his wife. She was naked after all. She reclined slightly, and he felt his blood heating up.

“Hermione,” he said a bit hoarsely.

“Yes, Severus?” she answered. Gods, she was practically purring. Obviously she had seduction on her mind. Not that he would need much seducing. He put on a scowl. That might slow her roll a bit.

“Hermione, that greeting you gave me was a bit much. You’re going to have to tone it down. I can’t be mauled by a lion every time I return from my rounds and you are transformed,” he said, carefully keeping eye contact, which really wasn’t helping because her eyes had that familiar fire in them.

“All right,” she said, “I’ll tone it down. I was just happy to see you. In lioness form the feelings of happiness seem to be a lot more powerful. In fact, all my feelings seem enhanced.”

“That’s the animal nature,” Severus replied, “there is no natural inhibition to control your reactions and urges. You will have to work on applying your human mind more when in your lioness form.”

“Is that why I feel so hot for you right now?” she asked, her eyes raking over him in quite a predatory manner. Her hand slipped to her belly, slowly rubbing it.

“Possibly,” he responded, his eyes on her hand sensuously rubbing her flesh, before he flicked them back up to her face with resolve.

“And the bed, Hermione…it’s a mess, and there’s lion fur all over it. No playing in the bed in your animagus form. All right? I’ll put a furry rug in front of the fireplace for you to lie on,” he said.

“We’ll have to make love on it first,” Hermione said, letting her hand dip a little lower, combing her fingers through her soft pubic hair. “It seems like the scent of us has an effect like catnip on me. I can’t resist it. All the rooms smell of us. I could smell myself on you when you came in tonight, under the soap you bathed with. It’s like I permeate your skin.”

“Hmm. A delightful marinade you are, too, wife,” Severus growled, his eyes on her combing fingers. He could smell her arousal.

“So,” he said, beginning to lean toward her, “no bed, right?”

“No bed in my animagus form,” she amended, smiling at him sexily.

Severus nostrils flared. He stood up and pulled her to her feet. Pointing his wand at the bed, he said, “Scourgify.” The fur disappeared, but the bedding was still a mess. He flicked his wand at it again, and the four-poster was neatly made. He looked at his wife.

“You’re not in your animagus form right now…you are allowed in the bed,” Severus said, his eyes glittering.

“Not without my mate,” she purred.

Mate now, was it? Severus liked the feral sound of that, and the new, slightly feline bent his wife seemed to be adopting as a side effect of her transformation. Cats were very sensual animals. He watched her as she slowly climbed into bed. Yes, her motions were much more sensual. He hadn’t made love to her since her transformation. He wondered just how far her animal nature had seeped into her human nature? She was still new at transforming, so was probably more controlled by her animal nature right now. That would fade as she became more familiar with the form. He remembered his first transformation, and his strong inclination to hunt despite his mind being present. Luckily, he was able to fight that urge. A serpent his size would have had to consume several adult wizards to satisfy his hunger.

Hermione lay in the bed, looking at her husband and writhing slightly. She was very aroused. The feel of the silk sheets under her skin was delicious. It was like every nerve ending in her body was standing on end. She needed Severus to touch her, to feel his hands slide over every inch of her body and soothe her in the way only he could.

“Open the connection,” she breathed.

“What?” Severus asked, caught off-guard because of his own musings.

“Open the connection, Severus. Please.” Hermione said again, her voice low, her eyes blazing.

Severus did. He was almost staggered by the unexpected and primal surge of desire that crashed over him. He caught his breath and stared at Hermione a moment in amazement, then began to unbutton his robes quickly as her need focused and her desperate desire for him to touch her body made itself known. Her hunger was so intense, it felt like waves of wet heat breaking over him. He began to perspire.

“Severus,” she whispered, reaching out to him, her voice thick with need.

“I’m coming, Hermione,” he said softly as he stripped off his robes, and began to unbutton his shirt. He would have divestoed his clothing, but the delicious feeling of her longing for him was intoxicating, and it grew with every piece of clothing he removed. Connected as they were, her passion quickly became his, fueling his own desire to a blazing torrent. He wanted to be skin to skin with her, feel her arms lock around him, her mouth crushed and opened to his.

He removed his shirt, and began on his pants, feeling Hermione’s yearning increase as he undid the fastening. He slid them down and stepped out of them, kicking them away. She was trying to relieve her fervor, caressing her own body as she waited for him to join her. He removed his boxers and without ceremony, fell on her, crushing her mouth to his, tasting her fire as she tasted his. They were all movement and sensation, rubbing their bodies against each other, gasping, groaning, limbs entwining and untwining, fingers touching, exploring, delighting in the contrast of soft curve to hard muscle. Severus rolled to the side, so they lay face to face, able to touch and caress each other, his hands cupping and squeezing Hermione’s breasts, then releasing, one slipping down her belly to explore her sex, the other sliding down her back and over the curve of her hips, gripping and massaging the swell of her buttocks, pulling her against him rhythmically; and her hands, stroking his chest, her fingertips gliding down his ridged abdomen to explore the musculature of his thighs, then fondling the length and girth of his cock as he groaned and thrust against her ministrations.

They tormented and delighted each other this way for a long time, mouths sliding along skin tasting the salt and sweetness of their efforts, teeth causing tender pains for tongues to soothe, hot bodies surging against each other repeatedly, then pulling back, eager to consummate, but reluctant to stop the intoxicating foreplay, as they explored each other like new lovers, relearning the secrets of their bodies through touch and taste, lifting each other to higher plateaus of pleasure through the mutual torture of restraint. Hermione molded her body to her husband’s as she experienced his pleasure through the connection. She had never felt so incredibly hungry for his touch, or so fulfilled by it, grasping his hand, running her lips over the knuckles and pale palm, sucking each finger into her mouth, thrilling him with her uninhibited appreciation of his caresses.

Taken to his limit, Severus rolled on top of Hermione, his black eyes made blacker by passion, his face contorted by his need. He was aching to be buried inside her, to slide between her thighs over and over, to feel her life and love pulsing around him. He kissed her violently, crushing his mouth to hers, and thrusting and swirling his tongue as far as he could as if trying taste her deep, deep down. She fought back, wrestling, sucking and licking at his intrusion, her moans of desire making his heart swell, her need for more washing over him. He fit his body between her love-slicked thighs, grinding against her mercilessly, her gasps urging him on. There would be no lifting away from her body tonight, he wanted full contact, to keep her skin-to-skin with him. He stopped his movements against her, looking deep into her amber eyes as he positioned his cock at her entrance, feeling the waves of her acceptance and love pouring over him like liquid fire, and her darker need, so intense that it almost pained him to withhold himself. He knew, but he wanted to hear it:

“Who do you belong to, Hermione?” he breathed, his eyes locked with hers.

“To you, Severus. Now and always,” she whispered, her eyes shining with need, arching up to him, wanting him.

He groaned at her answer, and slid his cock into her firmly, filling her with the iron of his flesh, and his love. She cried out, and he was lost, pistoning in and out of her softness uncontrollably, clutching her close, hunching himself into her so hard her back was arching up from the force of his penetration. He gave her all of himself, every throbbing inch, buckling her beautiful body beneath him, grunting at every plunge, savoring the silken pull of her inner walls on his shaft as he drew back to bury himself inside her again and again. She was singing the song he loved to hear, sobbing his name and her love as he took her, whispering unintelligible words, crying out, even whimpering, but never saying no, never saying stop, wrapping her legs around his waist, her soul calling him deeper as he took his pleasure, his own soul answering that call.

Hermione opened herself like a flower to Severus’ sting, her body rocking beneath his as she held on, loving the ache of him as he hit bottom over and over, the sweet pain of his possession lifting her higher and higher towards the heights of pleasure, the promise of bliss thrumming beneath every passionate thrust, her heart crying out to him to give her all his love, all his need even as he took her body for his own, pressing into her, pressing against her, his body strong, hot and wet, his muscles flexing against her, his body sliding back and forth over her flesh even as he slid in and out of her, sending wave after gratifying wave of pleasure streaming through her body. She screeched as the familiar liquid tightness in her middle was pierced, her fluids pouring over Severus’ cock as she gripped him, her eyes rolling back with pleasure as he thrust through her orgasm like a madman, his groan of delight growing louder and louder as he approached his own release. Reaching his pinnacle, he rammed his cock into her so deeply and forcefully that she convulsed, screaming, her back arching with such strength she physically lifted him upward as he burst inside of her, and she orgasmed again, holding him aloft as his seed filled her to overflowing.

“Gods, Hermione!” Severus gasped in pleasure as he emptied himself inside her taunt body, her pussy clamped around him like a vise as they soared to that blissful place once again. She slowly collapsed, lowering him and he crushed his mouth to hers as the last jets of his release died reluctantly, kissing her deeply and thoroughly as they fell back to earth, his body going dead weight as he dropped heavily on top of her, completely spent, panting against her throat, and whispering his love between breaths. Breathlessly, she caressed his head, running her fingers through his damp hair, returning her own sweet declarations of eternal love.

Dimly aware he was probably crushing Hermione, Severus slowly rolled off of her, slipping his arm under her shoulders and pulling her close to him, turning his face so his nose was buried in her hair, breathing in the jasmine scent contentedly as he lay beside her. His black eyes flicked to her face. Her eyes were closed, but she was glowing with satisfaction, her breathing slowly returning to normal. He loved to see that glow. He could feel her satisfaction as well, since the connection was still open.

“Of course I’m satisfied, Severus. I have you for a husband,” she breathed, cracking her lids a little and shifting her eyes in his direction, before turning to face him and kissing him tenderly on the lips. Then she sighed and closed her eyes again, snuggling closer to him. Severus closed the connection, and lay there gazing at his wife long after she slipped into a sated sleep.

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A/N: Thought a well placed lemon wouldn’t hurt. Have to feed that thirst. :::grin::: Story continues next chapter. Please review.