The Price was Right

The sweat was starting to pour off Severus as the effects of the lust potion washed over him. He was only half-aware of Hermione’s conversation with Narcissa, but he was totally aware of her physical presence and his cock was throbbing and jerking painfully as he looked at her.



‘Hermione.. Please,’ he croaked hoarsely, ‘I’m sorry….’



Hermione turned to him, her eyes bright. She was angry with him for being so foolish, but she saw his predicament and felt a rush of sympathy for him. She had heard every word of his exchange with Narcissa and she knew he had tried to resist her with every fibre of her being. She walked over to where he was sitting, his cock like a mast sticking out of his trousers, his chest slick with moisture and his eyes wild with lust.



‘None of this is your fault, Severus, but we do need to do something about THAT…’, she pointed at his cock with her wand and Severus’s eyes widened in panic. She could do him permanent damage with that slim sliver of wood.



Hermione laughed huskily, the sight of his erect cock was turning her on.



‘Don’t be silly,’ she purred, ‘I know a much better way, but first…’ she flicked her wand and released his bindings.



Immediately, Severus’s hands were on his cock and he started to thrust up and down urgently, moaning, his eyes closed. It wasn’t making a difference and Hermione watched in fascination for a while longer before turning to Narcissa.



Narcissa’s eyes were heavy and her mouth slack with desire as she stared at Severus pleasuring himself.



Hermione sneered and bent her head to her ear. ‘Looks good, doesn’t he?’ she whispered, ‘ but you should see him when he's fucking…’



With another flick of her wand Hermione divestoed her clothing and walked, naked, towards Severus. He was watching her and as she got closer to him he growled, a feral, deep noise coming from his throat and sending shivers down her spine. Severus stood, a seething, trembling mass of lust and with a sweep of his arm, he sent Narcissa’s dinner setting crashing to the floor.



Narcissa tried to scream but no sound came out. She stared like a gaping fish and couldn’t believe what she was about to witness.



‘Table…now…’ Severus hissed, his voice thick with longing. He grabbed Hermione’s wand and with a flick, his clothes disappeared as he advanced towards her.



Hermione climbed onto the table and lay flat on her back. Severus joined her and spread her thighs wide with the flat of his hands, running a finger along her wet pussy and lingering slightly on her clit, his eyes dark and glittering as he stared at her. Hermione gasped as she caught his eye. The lust potion had taken him over completely now and there was nothing she could do to stop him now until he was spent. And she had no idea how long that would take.



‘Wet….’, Severus moaned as he lowered himself onto her and kissed her fiercely, his cock at her entrance. ‘Mine!’ he gasped as he thrust inside her.



Hermione cried out. He was as hard as a rock and she felt impaled on him, her pussy tightening around every throbbing inch. Severus wasn’t standing on ceremony and pushed himself up on his arms. He started to pound into her hard and fast, the table shaking beneath them. Hermione came over and over again until she was nothing but a babbling mess beneath him. Severus’s own pleasure was heightened by the potion and with a possessive shout, he orgasmed so forcefully, the table moved across the floor a little.



Narcissa’s eyes were dark as she watched them, her pussy on fire. She would never be able to eat at the table again without seeing them; their faces contorted in ecstasy, their voices screaming each other’s names.



But Severus wasn’t finished yet. He bent and kissed Hermione with a passion she had never known from him and that was saying something.



‘I love you,’ he slipped his tongue firmly into her mouth, moaning deeply, ‘I love you,’ he ran his hands over her full breasts and down her body to her vagina, ‘ I love you…’, he gasped as he inserted his fingers into her and massaged her G-spot as she writhed beneath him.



‘Severus…’ Hermione’s eyes were full of tears and she groaned as she felt her orgasm building. Severus pulled back from her swollen mouth and looked down at her. She had never looked so beautiful to him.



‘On your knees, witch, ‘ he said silkily.



Hermione rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself up onto all fours. She looked up and found herself staring directly at Narcissa. With a flash of something akin to pity, she grabbed her wand and loosened the ties of one hand.



‘Call it a gift…’, she gasped, closing her eyes.



Severus was on his knees at the end of the table, his face nuzzling her pussy, his tongue snaking into her entrance as his fingertips played her clit like a violin.



Narcissa couldn’t stop herself. She pushed the skirts of her dress up as far as she could and pushed her hand to her pussy. Slipping her fingers through her dripping labia, she thrummed herself until she orgasmed at the same time as Hermione, her mouth slack, her eyes still fixed on the naked couple on her dining table.



Severus didn’t wait for Hermione to stop trembling. He knelt behind her and pulled her swiftly back onto his cock, hard and fast. He pumped himself into her, his arse a blur as Hermione collapsed onto her arms.



‘COME, WITCH!!’ Severus roared at her.



‘I did…I have,’ Hermione was exhausted and sobbed a little, ‘Oh Gods…I AM!!’ She shuddered and bucked and he came with her.



‘YESSSS!!’ He screamed triumphantly as he felt his sperm hit her cervix with force.



They collapsed together on the table, panting and shaking, sweat dripping from them and the scent of sex in the air. Severus nuzzled Hermione’s neck and kissed her gently.



‘Let’s go home,’ he rasped.



‘Uhuh…’ she replied.



Slowly, they climbed from the table and Severus flicked Hermione’s wand so they were fully dressed. He kissed her softly, unable to express his love and gratitude and trying no to think of what may have happened had she not been there.



‘What about her?’, he stared dispassionately at Narcissa, her hand still thrumming her pussy, her eyes staring wildly.



Leave her to me,’ Hermione smiled brightly at him and walked over to where Narcissa was sitting. She bent her head to her ear and whispered so quietly that Severus could only just hear what she was saying.



‘That looked good, didn’t it, Narcissa? What a pity you will never know how good it feels, being fucked by Severus Snape. But take my word for it, he is just as good as he looks. And he’s all mine.’



Hermione smiled sweetly at her for a moment and turned, walking towards a smirking Severus. He held out his hand and they walked to the fireplace together. Severus took some floo powder and wrapped his arms around Hermione tightly.



‘Oh..’ Hermione stopped him, ‘One moment.’ She took her wand and pointed it at Narcissa.



‘Finite Incantatem,’ she said softly. They floo’ed away and didn’t stop to listen to the tirade of abuse coming from Narcissa’s lips.





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