#4 ~ The \"Up Against the Wall\" Wars
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The Serpent Reluctantly Shares His Venom
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine.
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Chapter 17 ~ The Serpent Reluctantly Shares His Venom
Severus kissed Hermione gently as he surreptiously ran his finger over the tape, trying to find its edge and peel it upward. He looked at her searchingly and said, “Hermione, I felt your reaction from the dream. Tell me…was it watching me fuck you that turned you on, or does the idea of me taking you by force…excite you?”
Hermione closed her eyes and swallowed. Watching his cock pumping in and out of her was so hot…but… how twisted was she really? Yes, the idea of him forcing himself on her excited her, but to admit it, how could she admit such a thing, when she had just fought him off to keep that from happening? But then again, it would have been a magically enhanced violation, one meant to cause great, unbearable pain. That was why she fought so hard. That, and the fact that it would have destroyed everything good between them.
“Both excite me,” she admitted softly, “but I didn’t want to experience the pain you promised. The deatheater rape.”
He looked at her. “Understandable,” he said gently, “It’s better that you never know.”
Hermione took pause at this. Was it really better that she didn’t know? Now that the fear was gone, her natural curiosity took over. She stepped back from Severus, who stood, holding the spell-o-tape, looking at her curiously.
“Tell me about it,” she said, looking him in the eye.
“About what?” he asked, distracted by her full lips, still picking at the tape.
“About what happens when rape by a deatheater occurs,” she replied.
Severus sighed, “You don’t want to know…”
She took another step back and crossed her arms. “Severus, think who you are talking to. Of course I want to know…knowledge is everything to me. Now tell me, what happens.”
Severus shrugged, toying with the tape, “Well, a spell is cast on the sexual organs of a deatheater. The spell causes intense pleasure for the one who casts the spell, but inflicts terrible, terrible pain on whoever is on the receiving end. That is why the torment goes on so long. The sex is so intense and pleasurable to the caster, that he prolongs it as long as he can. It has been described by women who’ve survived it to feel as if they are being penetrated by white hot knives.
He looked at her intensely, “It was never my intention to rape you until my own fulfillment…I was only going to penetrate you a couple of times, and withdraw.”
“Even with the intense pleasure?” she asked, her brows knitting together.
“I have more control than most,” Severus stated, one eyebrow raised. He leaned closer, “how do you think I last so long? By pulling back from the pleasure I feel.”
“But listen,” he said, moving back into her, “we are past that now. You need never fear that from me. Any pain I cause you, my sweet Gryffindor, will be au natural. ” He went to kiss her neck. She moved back a little, avoiding his lips.
“Perhaps I should know, Severus,’ she said quietly
“What?” he said, shock and alarm clearly evident in his expression.
“Perhaps you should show me what it feels like. I don’t know, and you did think it important…”
“No, I meant to use it to put fear in you so you would work harder to protect yourself. And you did that without having to go through it. You fought to make sure it didn’t happen. Why in the world would you want me to inflict that on you unnecessarily? I won’t do it,” he said, a scowl set firmly on his face.
“Other women have gone through it and survived. And it’s not like you are going to prolong it. Now that I can consider this without the fear and anxiety, and some modicum of control, I think I need to know firsthand what pain can be inflicted by my enemies, Severus.”
“No.” he said firmly, now turning away from her slightly, replacing the spell-o-tape in his pocket. If he had any idea that his little dream scenario were going to lead to this conversation, he would have never pursued it in the first place.
Hermione sighed. “Severus, you know how I am when I want to know something. I don’t stop researching and seeking until I find the answer. Do you really want to go through me hounding you about this for weeks and months, when you can satisfy my curiosity in five seconds? Consider it an experiment. Like me testing a spell, or potion in a controlled environment.”
He turned back to her, “Hermione…I don’t want to do this. You don’t…”
See! You’re doing it again. Treating me like a child, like I don’t know my own mind, or what’s good for me! Thinking you can protect me from myself. Damn it, Severus…I have a right to know. Just because I can protect myself doesn’t mean it couldn’t still happen. Tonks could protect herself, and they still raped her! I’m not asking you to go all out deatheater…just to show me what the pain is like You said you could control yourself. I trust you. I really need to know this, Severus. You’re the only one who can show me who won’t try to destroy me. Stop being so scared for gods sake!
Severus studied her for a moment, his dark eyes cold as they passed over her body, then returned to her face. There was a tick in his jaw.
“I’m not scared…” he said, controlling his voice with difficulty.
“Then prove it!” said Hermione, stepping up to him.
“Fine,” he said through gritted teeth and gripped her shoulders hard, backing her up against the bricks. He turned her around roughly to face the wall. He pulled her hips back so she was slightly bent. She felt him lift her nightgown up, exposing her buttocks. He placed his hand on her lower back, and she heard him intone a few unintelligible words.
Severus muttered the spell, and his cock began to tingle. He gripped his shaft, shuddering with the pleasure at the tightness of his hand wrapped around it, and positioned himself behind Hermione. Without warning, he slammed into her tight, wet channel, his face contorting with extreme pleasure, and stroked her deeply three hard times before pulling out, gasping and ejaculating strongly onto her buttocks as Hermione screamed and screamed. He closed his eyes against the tortured sound.
Hermione had never known such pain. It was as if Severus had impaled her on a wide, white-hot pointed pole, ridged with sharp hooks. It pierced her cervix, hooked, burned and tore the tender flesh of her walls, snagging her skin, pulling her inside out when he withdrew. It was worse the next two strokes, feeling as if her entire uterus was ripped from within her. And even though he stopped, the pain continued, a flaring, scorching, twisting ache deep within her, renewing itself, never easing. She continued to scream.
She was vaguely aware of being lifted, and deposited on something soft. Then she was left to scream again. Then she felt something liquid slip into the gaping hole of her agony, and cool the ache to a gentle throb. She felt something soft and cold on her forehead, face and neck. Then there was a hardness against her lips, and a cascading warmth that she swallowed down. She heard her name whispered over and over. She wanted to answer, but she was so tired, so very tired.
She slept.
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A/N: just couldn’t let her get away clean, could I? Man, what a need to know…
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Chapter 17 ~ The Serpent Reluctantly Shares His Venom
Severus kissed Hermione gently as he surreptiously ran his finger over the tape, trying to find its edge and peel it upward. He looked at her searchingly and said, “Hermione, I felt your reaction from the dream. Tell me…was it watching me fuck you that turned you on, or does the idea of me taking you by force…excite you?”
Hermione closed her eyes and swallowed. Watching his cock pumping in and out of her was so hot…but… how twisted was she really? Yes, the idea of him forcing himself on her excited her, but to admit it, how could she admit such a thing, when she had just fought him off to keep that from happening? But then again, it would have been a magically enhanced violation, one meant to cause great, unbearable pain. That was why she fought so hard. That, and the fact that it would have destroyed everything good between them.
“Both excite me,” she admitted softly, “but I didn’t want to experience the pain you promised. The deatheater rape.”
He looked at her. “Understandable,” he said gently, “It’s better that you never know.”
Hermione took pause at this. Was it really better that she didn’t know? Now that the fear was gone, her natural curiosity took over. She stepped back from Severus, who stood, holding the spell-o-tape, looking at her curiously.
“Tell me about it,” she said, looking him in the eye.
“About what?” he asked, distracted by her full lips, still picking at the tape.
“About what happens when rape by a deatheater occurs,” she replied.
Severus sighed, “You don’t want to know…”
She took another step back and crossed her arms. “Severus, think who you are talking to. Of course I want to know…knowledge is everything to me. Now tell me, what happens.”
Severus shrugged, toying with the tape, “Well, a spell is cast on the sexual organs of a deatheater. The spell causes intense pleasure for the one who casts the spell, but inflicts terrible, terrible pain on whoever is on the receiving end. That is why the torment goes on so long. The sex is so intense and pleasurable to the caster, that he prolongs it as long as he can. It has been described by women who’ve survived it to feel as if they are being penetrated by white hot knives.
He looked at her intensely, “It was never my intention to rape you until my own fulfillment…I was only going to penetrate you a couple of times, and withdraw.”
“Even with the intense pleasure?” she asked, her brows knitting together.
“I have more control than most,” Severus stated, one eyebrow raised. He leaned closer, “how do you think I last so long? By pulling back from the pleasure I feel.”
“But listen,” he said, moving back into her, “we are past that now. You need never fear that from me. Any pain I cause you, my sweet Gryffindor, will be au natural. ” He went to kiss her neck. She moved back a little, avoiding his lips.
“Perhaps I should know, Severus,’ she said quietly
“What?” he said, shock and alarm clearly evident in his expression.
“Perhaps you should show me what it feels like. I don’t know, and you did think it important…”
“No, I meant to use it to put fear in you so you would work harder to protect yourself. And you did that without having to go through it. You fought to make sure it didn’t happen. Why in the world would you want me to inflict that on you unnecessarily? I won’t do it,” he said, a scowl set firmly on his face.
“Other women have gone through it and survived. And it’s not like you are going to prolong it. Now that I can consider this without the fear and anxiety, and some modicum of control, I think I need to know firsthand what pain can be inflicted by my enemies, Severus.”
“No.” he said firmly, now turning away from her slightly, replacing the spell-o-tape in his pocket. If he had any idea that his little dream scenario were going to lead to this conversation, he would have never pursued it in the first place.
Hermione sighed. “Severus, you know how I am when I want to know something. I don’t stop researching and seeking until I find the answer. Do you really want to go through me hounding you about this for weeks and months, when you can satisfy my curiosity in five seconds? Consider it an experiment. Like me testing a spell, or potion in a controlled environment.”
He turned back to her, “Hermione…I don’t want to do this. You don’t…”
See! You’re doing it again. Treating me like a child, like I don’t know my own mind, or what’s good for me! Thinking you can protect me from myself. Damn it, Severus…I have a right to know. Just because I can protect myself doesn’t mean it couldn’t still happen. Tonks could protect herself, and they still raped her! I’m not asking you to go all out deatheater…just to show me what the pain is like You said you could control yourself. I trust you. I really need to know this, Severus. You’re the only one who can show me who won’t try to destroy me. Stop being so scared for gods sake!
Severus studied her for a moment, his dark eyes cold as they passed over her body, then returned to her face. There was a tick in his jaw.
“I’m not scared…” he said, controlling his voice with difficulty.
“Then prove it!” said Hermione, stepping up to him.
“Fine,” he said through gritted teeth and gripped her shoulders hard, backing her up against the bricks. He turned her around roughly to face the wall. He pulled her hips back so she was slightly bent. She felt him lift her nightgown up, exposing her buttocks. He placed his hand on her lower back, and she heard him intone a few unintelligible words.
Severus muttered the spell, and his cock began to tingle. He gripped his shaft, shuddering with the pleasure at the tightness of his hand wrapped around it, and positioned himself behind Hermione. Without warning, he slammed into her tight, wet channel, his face contorting with extreme pleasure, and stroked her deeply three hard times before pulling out, gasping and ejaculating strongly onto her buttocks as Hermione screamed and screamed. He closed his eyes against the tortured sound.
Hermione had never known such pain. It was as if Severus had impaled her on a wide, white-hot pointed pole, ridged with sharp hooks. It pierced her cervix, hooked, burned and tore the tender flesh of her walls, snagging her skin, pulling her inside out when he withdrew. It was worse the next two strokes, feeling as if her entire uterus was ripped from within her. And even though he stopped, the pain continued, a flaring, scorching, twisting ache deep within her, renewing itself, never easing. She continued to scream.
She was vaguely aware of being lifted, and deposited on something soft. Then she was left to scream again. Then she felt something liquid slip into the gaping hole of her agony, and cool the ache to a gentle throb. She felt something soft and cold on her forehead, face and neck. Then there was a hardness against her lips, and a cascading warmth that she swallowed down. She heard her name whispered over and over. She wanted to answer, but she was so tired, so very tired.
She slept.
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A/N: just couldn’t let her get away clean, could I? Man, what a need to know…