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HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters › General
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Adult ++
Chapters:
79
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21,116
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96
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Nights in White Satin
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Chapter Fourteen: Nights in White Satin
Valerie glanced expectantly at Snape, watching him stretch himself out on the moth-eaten threadbare sofa.
He looked at her and said, “Valerie, get me a bottle of white wine. The one enfused with aphrodisiac potion and also bring some water crackers.”
Valerie nodded and sounding like a servant said, “Yes, sir. Right away.” At once she was off to the kitchen. She may have sounded like his servant but she did not feel like one.
A moment later she came back into the dim sitting room, and she set the crackers and wine with two conjured glasses on a tiny table.
She saw he was still lounging on the sofa. Tensely she asked, “And where shall I sit, sir?”
Snape did not answer, but pulled her closer to him, and suddenly she was pulled across his lap onto the sofa. She could see his shoe-clad feet hanging over the edge of the low back of the sofa. He felt him lift her dress up, and then delicately his fingers gently lowered the thong. Valerie was quiet as she felt Snape smoothing the murtlap essence onto her again. She felt his fingers soothe the cheeks of her bottom for another moment, and then she asked impulsively, “Are we going to do it here, sir?”
Snape spoke rigidly, “Not. Quite. Yet,” and then his voice became eager and playful, "Come on, flip over.”
Valerie did so, until she was lying across him, and she positioned her legs on the back of the sofa, behind Snape’s head. After a second, instinctively, she raised her legs, hoping for penetration of her hot core. He did not do so, he simply removed her high heeled shoes, and then the fishnet stockings came off slowly along with the thong. The clothing landed on the floor.
Now that he was done, she watched Snape stare at her expectantly. She began to finger her spread opening, just several inches from Snape’s face, and he watched her masturbate.
She felt him press his hands onto her feet, cupping both of them, and then his lips were kissing each of her toes, all this stimulation sent a shiver down Valerie’s spine. She could not be quiet anymore, she thought she might climax, if only Snape went a little further.
Passionately she burst, “Suck my pussy….Please, sir!”
But Snape just shook his head, not to. “Stand. Get off my lap and get us some wine.”
Valerie did so, and then she turned back to the sofa to see Snape sitting up on it. Valerie sat down beside him, holding the wine bottle and the two conjured goblets.
She was shocked when she watched Snape lay down again, his dark-haired head resting in her lap. “Give me a sip from the bottle,” he said.
“Er – y-yes,” she stammered. This was becoming awkward. For a moment she actually held the bottle for Snape like he was a baby, as he drank of the sweet white wine, swallowing rapidly. A minute later and he was done.
Valerie put down the bottle, and poured out of it her own glass, taking a few gulps, and then she put the glass and the bottle on the floor at her feet.
Snape still had his head in her lap, Valerie felt she was becoming more comfortable with this and she put her hands through his hair stroking it. For several moments this went on, until she asked musing, but gentle, “Who do you love more, sir? Me or Lily Potter?”
Snape did not answer for a moment as he mulled this question over, remaining relaxed. Valerie waited patiently, not pressuring him to answer.
Finally he responded, “You’re different than Lily Evans Potter…You satisfy me more than she did or could have. But Lily – she had everything inside her! Everything I wanted to have inside me. But Valerie – you. You have everything that is like me inside you.”
“How do you make that out, sir?” asked Valerie, taking another large swig from her goblet.
“You are like me in the regard that you have such an interest in the Dark Arts. Lily could never have me unless I gave it up I believe. It is what drew me to you, particularly when I took on the role as your Dark Arts instructor.”
“Oh,” said Valerie faintly.
“Now what I want from you tonight is something different. No kinky stuff will be done to you at all, miss. What I desire is a purity from you, something to relieve my pain. Relieve my stress from these violent times. Furthermore, I want you to punish me for what I did to my former lover, Lily. Do you understand this?”
“Um…Alright. If you say so. Yet I’m not sure if this really means what I think it does?”
Snape sat up a little on his elbows, and then rose, sitting straight and looking Valerie sternly in her blue eyes, “No kinky stuff. That also means no thongs, and certainly none of your erotic lingerie.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. “I’ll wear my white satin nightgown to bed.”
Snape rose off the sofa, and then picked Valerie up off it, and carried her up the stairs, holding her tenderly in his arms.
Chapter Fourteen: Nights in White Satin
Valerie glanced expectantly at Snape, watching him stretch himself out on the moth-eaten threadbare sofa.
He looked at her and said, “Valerie, get me a bottle of white wine. The one enfused with aphrodisiac potion and also bring some water crackers.”
Valerie nodded and sounding like a servant said, “Yes, sir. Right away.” At once she was off to the kitchen. She may have sounded like his servant but she did not feel like one.
A moment later she came back into the dim sitting room, and she set the crackers and wine with two conjured glasses on a tiny table.
She saw he was still lounging on the sofa. Tensely she asked, “And where shall I sit, sir?”
Snape did not answer, but pulled her closer to him, and suddenly she was pulled across his lap onto the sofa. She could see his shoe-clad feet hanging over the edge of the low back of the sofa. He felt him lift her dress up, and then delicately his fingers gently lowered the thong. Valerie was quiet as she felt Snape smoothing the murtlap essence onto her again. She felt his fingers soothe the cheeks of her bottom for another moment, and then she asked impulsively, “Are we going to do it here, sir?”
Snape spoke rigidly, “Not. Quite. Yet,” and then his voice became eager and playful, "Come on, flip over.”
Valerie did so, until she was lying across him, and she positioned her legs on the back of the sofa, behind Snape’s head. After a second, instinctively, she raised her legs, hoping for penetration of her hot core. He did not do so, he simply removed her high heeled shoes, and then the fishnet stockings came off slowly along with the thong. The clothing landed on the floor.
Now that he was done, she watched Snape stare at her expectantly. She began to finger her spread opening, just several inches from Snape’s face, and he watched her masturbate.
She felt him press his hands onto her feet, cupping both of them, and then his lips were kissing each of her toes, all this stimulation sent a shiver down Valerie’s spine. She could not be quiet anymore, she thought she might climax, if only Snape went a little further.
Passionately she burst, “Suck my pussy….Please, sir!”
But Snape just shook his head, not to. “Stand. Get off my lap and get us some wine.”
Valerie did so, and then she turned back to the sofa to see Snape sitting up on it. Valerie sat down beside him, holding the wine bottle and the two conjured goblets.
She was shocked when she watched Snape lay down again, his dark-haired head resting in her lap. “Give me a sip from the bottle,” he said.
“Er – y-yes,” she stammered. This was becoming awkward. For a moment she actually held the bottle for Snape like he was a baby, as he drank of the sweet white wine, swallowing rapidly. A minute later and he was done.
Valerie put down the bottle, and poured out of it her own glass, taking a few gulps, and then she put the glass and the bottle on the floor at her feet.
Snape still had his head in her lap, Valerie felt she was becoming more comfortable with this and she put her hands through his hair stroking it. For several moments this went on, until she asked musing, but gentle, “Who do you love more, sir? Me or Lily Potter?”
Snape did not answer for a moment as he mulled this question over, remaining relaxed. Valerie waited patiently, not pressuring him to answer.
Finally he responded, “You’re different than Lily Evans Potter…You satisfy me more than she did or could have. But Lily – she had everything inside her! Everything I wanted to have inside me. But Valerie – you. You have everything that is like me inside you.”
“How do you make that out, sir?” asked Valerie, taking another large swig from her goblet.
“You are like me in the regard that you have such an interest in the Dark Arts. Lily could never have me unless I gave it up I believe. It is what drew me to you, particularly when I took on the role as your Dark Arts instructor.”
“Oh,” said Valerie faintly.
“Now what I want from you tonight is something different. No kinky stuff will be done to you at all, miss. What I desire is a purity from you, something to relieve my pain. Relieve my stress from these violent times. Furthermore, I want you to punish me for what I did to my former lover, Lily. Do you understand this?”
“Um…Alright. If you say so. Yet I’m not sure if this really means what I think it does?”
Snape sat up a little on his elbows, and then rose, sitting straight and looking Valerie sternly in her blue eyes, “No kinky stuff. That also means no thongs, and certainly none of your erotic lingerie.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. “I’ll wear my white satin nightgown to bed.”
Snape rose off the sofa, and then picked Valerie up off it, and carried her up the stairs, holding her tenderly in his arms.