A Maid in the Devil's Manor

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Chapter 16 ~ Severus Visits the Diggs


Hermione looked at the oysters on the platter, then at the Potions Master.

“Oysters?” she asked, one eyebrow raised as she looked at Severus. The Potions Master looked down at the glistening mollusks.

“Apparently Eli thought we might have a taste for them,” he responded. He selected one and spooned a bit of horseradish and cocktail sauce. Lifting the shell, he slurped it down quietly, and chewed, a look of bliss on his face. He loved oysters, and not just for their purported aphrodisiacal qualities.

“You certainly seem to enjoy them,” Hermione said, noting the look of pleasure on his face. She rarely saw him with that expression. It made quite a difference. She wondered if he looked like that during…ah shit. Stop it Hermione.

“Yes, I have always liked oysters. Actually I happen to appreciate a wide variety of seafood,” he said, preparing another oyster for consumption. Hermione looked at him speculatively.

“Do you think they work?” she asked him.

“Does what work?” he responded, slurping down the next oyster and chewing appreciatively, that look of pleasure back on his face.

“Oysters. Do you think they help the libido?” Hermione asked.

Damn. The witch was asking a lot of tantalizing questions. Didn’t she realize she was in mixed company? Mixed company who didn’t have much access to young, beautiful, inquisitive women asking him questions of a sexual nature.

He looked at her.

“Actually, no I don’t. I believe that the purported effects of oysters are nothing more than psychological. The person who eats them is already in the frame of mind to have sex. The oysters are used as an excuse, and nothing more,” the Potions Master said, eating another one. They certainly were good. He gestured toward an oyster.

“Have one?” he asked Hermione.

The witch looked at the slimy mollusks doubtfully.

“I’ve never tried one. They look so…so nasty,” she said, wrinkling her nose.

Severus met her eyes. She thought she detected a bit of heat behind his look.

“Miss Granger,” he said in a rather silky, seductive voice, “Some things that appear to be ‘nasty’ are in fact quite enjoyable once you experience them.”

Hermione swallowed reflexively. Did the Professor know how sexy that statement sounded?

Severus did. And he regretted it when he saw her eyes flicker at him. He just couldn’t help himself.

“I’ll try one,” Hermione said, looking down at the oysters with some doubt in her eyes.

Severus prepared an oyster for her, and handed it to her carefully. So she wasn’t afraid to try something nasty. Gods, he needed to go.

Hermione looked down at the oyster, swimming in its own elixir, looking for all the world like snot. She looked up at Severus, who was watching her with amusement in his eyes, and something else she couldn’t identify. She looked down at the oyster again, took a breath and slurped it noisily out of its shell. She chewed. A look of surprise crossed her face.

“Hey, that wasn’t bad!” she said after she swallowed. ”I want another one, please. With a little more horseradish this time.”

The Potions Master showed Hermione how to prepare the oyster, and she slurped down several in quick succession, exclaiming how good they were. Soon the mollusks were gone. Severus looked at her consideringly. Not only had she enjoyed the oysters, but had instantly decided what changes were necessary to make them taste even better for her. He couldn’t help wondering if she were like that with every new experience? Probably. She was certainly like that with things cerebral. Always looking to improve a spell or whatever she put her hand to. He thought she might be quite demanding sexually as well…telling her lover what he needed to do to make it better for her…

The Potions Master was ready to get out of Hermione’s rooms. His thoughts toward her were not the thoughts of a patron anymore. He looked at the witch and noted she was getting rather sleepy-eyed. Her hair was tousled, and she had a slight flush from the cognac. Her eyes were half-lidded. She looked quite accessible like this. Quite desirable. Suddenly the witch yawned and stretched, her breasts jutting out in a rather alarming way as she arched her back. Severus looked away for a moment.

“I’m done,” Hermione said sleepily. She rose, a little unsteadily. Severus stood to give her assistance.

“No, no. I’m fine,” she said, waving him away. “I’m just going to go to my lonely bed and pass out. Good night, Professor.”

She walked down the hall without a look back and disappeared into her room.

Severus stood there for a moment. Her lonely bed? Was that some kind of invitation? No. He didn’t think so. She would have lingered longer. Said something seductive. He couldn’t have gone to her anyway in good conscience. It was just as well.

He turned to leave, then hesitated. He didn’t hear any noise coming from Hermione’s bedroom. There should have been some as she prepared for bed, but there was nothing. The Potions Master made a motion to walk down the hall, then stopped. He listened again. Nothing. Quietly, as if creeping up on some snogging students, he walked down the hall and peered into Hermione’s bedroom. She was in the bed, the covers draw across the middle of her body. She was naked and must have divestoed her clothes, fallen in the bed and drawn the covers over her, falling asleep instantly. All the important parts were covered.

Her legs were quite long for her to be such a small witch. Her hair was all over the bed as she lay on her back, the shape of her naked breasts and thighs were hardly left to the imagination due to the light silk sheet that covered her. The Potions Master looked at her admiringly for a while, thinking she was the most beautiful thing to come to his Manor in a long, long time.

Suddenly realizing he was invading Miss Granger’s privacy in a very real way, the Potions Master left her doorway, trying to wipe the image of her lying there so invitingly out of his mind. He was wicked, but he wasn’t wicked enough to take advantage of her while she slept. The thought had crossed his mind to gently lift the sheet and see what she looked like completely naked, but that was too lecherous even for him. She was there to serve a purpose. And that purpose had nothing to do with his cock. But he needed a woman tonight. Now. He left the table as it was. The house elves would straighten everything out. Wrapping his robes around him, he apparated to Knockturn Alley.

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The Potions Master appeared in front of Madam Asmerta’s House of Pleasure, better known as “The Diggs”

The Diggs was a three level brothel. The lower basement level contained small rooms or cribs. A stairway led downstairs from the front sidewalk. The main level of the brothel had larger rooms and parlors connected by massive pocket doors, which could be opened to create large parlors for parties, but closed up again to create individual rooms. The top level contained several large rooms and suites and a large open balcony with skylights.

Tiny rooms opened directly into Knockturn alley, and four large cribs where prostitutes stood in the doorways, enticing customers. The brothel remained open for business twenty-four hours a day. The prices were negotiable depending on the services requested. For the standard "quickie" the charge was three galleons. For Severus, however, the Madam Asmerta boosted the price to five galleons, because the Potions Master was never quick, and rode her girls to exhaustion every time he visited.

Severus entered the brothel by the main door, ignoring the women calling to him from the cribs. He preferred to go to the lobby and select his woman from those presented there. The ones outside were not as clean as the girls who were inside. As he entered the lobby, Madam Asmerta floated from behind the counter to greet him, fluttering her eyes and adjusting her large pink boa. Madame Asmerta was a woman past her prime, a peroxide blonde, heavily made up, wide-hipped and street-wise, a former prostitute with a flair for business. She built the Diggs lying on her back, and ran the brothel like a finely tuned machine. The range of women there ran from common street whores to beautiful call girls, who could escort a wizard to any function and be a perfect lady the entire night…until she hit the bed that is.

She danced up to Severus.

“Well, Professor. It’s been quite a while since you’ve visited us. About six months I estimate,” she said smiling up at him.

Severus scowled down at her. He found Asmerta crass and hated the cheap perfume she practically bathed in. The sooner she got away from him the better.

“I require the usual, Madam Asmerta,” he said, dropping several galleons into her outstretched hand. The Madame walked behind the counter and dropped the coins into a slotted wooden box. She gestured toward a hallway covered with hanging beads.

“The girls are in there. You know the routine,” she said.

Severus pushed the annoying beads aside and looked down the hallway. Both sides of it were lined with chairs, and in the chairs sat women, waiting to be selected. Women of all types and shapes. Most wore too much makeup for Severus’ taste, and one of his first acts was to scourgify it off.

The women eyed the tall, somber, black-eyed wizard that slowly walked past them. Some recognized him and sank down in their seats, hoping he didn’t notice them. He was too much work. Severus noticed a short, brown-haired woman in a flowered dress who seemed quite curvaceous. He walked up to her.

“Stand up,” he said.

The woman rose. He looked her over. She had nice sized breasts, a small waist, and wasn’t caked in make-up.

Severus whirled a long finger. “Turn around,” he said.

The woman faced the wall. Hm. Nice ass too.

“You can turn back around,” Severus said to her. The young woman looked up at him a bit apprehensively. Most wizards didn’t do this. They just grabbed her and took her to her room.

“How old are you?” Severus asked her.

“Twenty-six,” she replied, in a rather high voice. He looked at her. She had brown eyes.

“How many men have you fucked today? And don’t lie to me. I’ll know,” he said to her in a steely voice.

“Only three. Quickies,” the woman gulped.

Severus studied her for a moment to see if she were lying. He looked into her mind. She had lied. She had fucked four men, but they were quick screws. Good enough.

“You’ll do. Where’s your room?” he asked, taking her possessively by the arm. She pointed down the hall.

“Number thirteen, right down there,” she said in a low voice. He had quite a grip on her. She hoped he wasn’t the kind of john that liked to hit women when he fucked them. Some paid extra for that. Asmerta never told the girls beforehand either. It was always a surprise. They got a bonus for it, but that never made up for the pain.

Severus walked her down the hall to room thirteen, opened it and pushed her through. He closed the door and proceeded to check the room thoroughly. He checked the loo, the closet and under the bed. He tested the window to see if it were locked, then put a ward around the entire room. It was already silenced. He turned to look at the prostitute, who was standing there, trembling. She was scared of him, certain he was going to do something awful to her.

Severus began to unbutton his robes.

“I’m not going to beat you,” he said. The woman stopped trembling and pulled her dress over her head. She had on a black thong, which she removed, revealing a fine brunette bush. Yes, she did have a very curvaceous body. Her breasts were a little less firm than he liked, but that was to be expected with all the pawing they went through. Anyway, there wouldn’t be any foreplay. He was not making love to this woman. He was fucking her. There was a no kissing rule as well. But Severus wouldn’t kiss a prostitute anyway. He knew where her mouth had been.

He peeled off his robe, and went to work on his shirt. He looked up at the woman who was just standing there.

“Sit down on the side of the bed,” he said, undoing his cuffs and taking off his shirt. The woman’s eyes widened a little as they passed over him. He was lean, but very muscular. She wouldn’t have thought that. Maybe he wouldn’t be so bad. Most wizards she ended up with were old and flabby. At least he was a wizard in his prime.

Severus walked up and stood close in front of her.

“You know what to do,” he said, looking down at the woman. She unfastened his pants and slid them down his thighs, then pulled down his boxers. Then gasped.

“Maybe you should be paying me,” Severus said smirking a little as the woman stared at his huge cock. He whispered a spell, and felt the protection wrap around his cock. Wizarding STDs were bad news.

The prostitute didn’t reply. This was not going to be an easy john. Not at all.

Severus thrust his hips forward. The woman lifted his cock and slid her warm mouth over it. Severus leaned his head back and sighed as she sucked him. She wasn’t that great at it though, and he had to help her, grasping her ears instead of her hair and pulling her over him the way he liked. The ears gave better control. He did this with her a little while, but it was obvious she wasn’t going to make him come, so he stopped. He stepped out of his pants and boxers. He looked at the woman.

“All right, get in the bed. On your back. And I don’t want you faking an orgasm. I don’t need that,” he said, climbing in after her.

Severus moved between her thighs on his knees and pulled her hips up to rest on his thighs. She wasn’t very wet, so he whispered a lubrication spell and slid his cock inside her. Yes, she was moist and warm, if a little loose. He started thrusting into her, watching her breasts bounce as he increased his speed and depth. She started making noises that weren’t in sync with what he was doing to her.

“Don’t fake it,” he said to her. The woman stopped making the exaggerated noises, but her breath was sharp as he hit bottom. The real noises started soon enough when he threw her legs over his shoulders and tore into her, fucking her violently, bouncing her body off the bed, his eyes closed, nostrils flared and veins bulging out of his neck as he rode the prostitute. She was screaming, but he hardly heard her, he was so intent on getting his own release. He felt her gush around him and started pummeling her harder, his back arching as he strained into her. He was watching her now, noting her brown eyes were full of tears. Yes, he really was a hard john. And he didn’t let up on her, tears or not. This was her choice of employment after all.

The prostitute came again, and Severus pulled out of her, and turned her over.

“Get on your knees and put your head down,” he said.

The gasping woman complied and let out a shriek as he slammed into her roughly from behind. The Potions Master grabbed her waist and pulled her over him as he stroked into her deeply, his body slapping against her ass loudly. Sweat flowed down his body as he buried himself in her over and over, her cries muffled by the pillows. She began to slump, and he wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her up as he continued to fuck her. The Potions Master rode the exhausted woman a long time. Her cries were whimpers now. At last he felt the familiar tightening, and blew, pleasure coursing through him as he emptied himself inside the woman, pressing deeply inside her, filling her with so much come, it dribbled out around his cock. When he finished, he pulled out of her and climbed out of the bed, removing the protection spell and scourgifying himself.

Severus dressed magically. He reached in his pocket, took out a galleon and flipped it to the exhausted woman, who despite her state caught it expertly and smiled at him weakly. Most wizards didn’t tip. He looked at her.

“Do they have male prostitutes here?” he asked her, remembering Hermione.

The woman nodded.

“For women?” he asked, thinking the men might be for gay patrons.

The woman nodded again.

Without another word, Severus exited the room.

The Potions Master walked through the brothel, barely noticing the other patron or girls. He did what he came to do. Physically, his body was sated. But he wasn’t satisfied. He was never satisfied with this, but it was all he had. It had been years since he had a woman he could kiss, caress, explore and gods, taste. He loved eating pussy. But he couldn’t bring himself to do so with a prostitute. Some wizards did, but not him. He pushed his way out the main door, ignoring Madam Asmerta’s goodbye. It was sex, yes, but empty sex. There was no connection, no feeling. No sense of being wanted. And that is what he missed the most…someone wanting him and needing him to touch her. But his life choices screwed that up royally. Yes, there were women who would sleep with him…indeed, marry him…for his money. He’d rather fuck prostitutes. At least they were honest about wanting his money.

Severus wrapped his robe about him and apparated back to the Manor. He was tired, depressed and wanted to go to bed.

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A/N: Well, that was a cold little lemon wasn’t it? I wrote this because I couldn’t see any way to get past it. If he were going to a brothel, then what he did there is, in my opinion important to the story. What is even more important is how he feels about it. The letdown. But he has needs, right? Sleeping with Hermione will be much better for him. I didn’t give the prostitute a name because I wanted to show that really, she wasn’t important. The fact that he didn’t ask her name made the act colder, I thought. Well, anyway on with the story. Please review.