Mature Thread: Severus and Septima

SEVERUS:

Continued from Septima\'s Chambers:



Severus groaned as the cool air hit his bare chest. He relieved Septima of her blouse with the enthusiasum of a starving man stumbling across a free buffet. He pulled away from the kiss just long enough to take in the sight of Septima\'s pale skin, glowing in the dimly lit room...her heaving breasts were ensconced in a green, silk bra with a lacy silver border.

He leaned back on the bedcover and pulled her down on top of him. Reaching behind her back to unhook the bra, Severus found Septima\'s mouth once again and he lost himself in the hot, slick, wetness. When their tongues finally met, his pelvis jerked upward involuntarily, slamming into her sex.....

SEPTIMA:

Septima let herself be pulled towards him, onto him. His fingers nimbly encouraged the two small hooks out of their fasteners then let the silky item fall loose. She wondered if the sight of her pleased him but when she felt his body slam up to hers all doubt faded in an instant ...

She raised herself to slip the bra from her arms, feeling rather self conscious that she was partially naked - for the first time - in front of a man. The coolness of the room caressed the skin of her bare back causing it to raise in a myriad of little chill bumps. Every nerve ending was in a heightened state of arousal. She sat back on her shins, pinning his legs down, she let him look at her, watching his face and feeling him harden further in the confines of his thick, woollen trousers. She fledfled back to allow herself room to reach the buttons of his remaining clothes. One by one she pushed the dark buttons through their corresponding holes ...

SEVERUS:

Septima began to work on the buttons of Severus\' trousers. He seized her wrists and pulled her back up the length of his body. \"So eager, my dear. I intend to take my time...\" he drawled, his eyes dark with desire.

He sat her up on him again, still gripping her wrists, and gazed upon her nude torso for a full minute. \"Lovely.\"

Sitting up, Severus pinned her hands behind her back and devoured her neck, leaving a trail of raised, red marks behind. The feel of her bare breasts on his chest caused him to shiver. His grip on Septima became even tighter and he lazily trailed his tongue down her chest. Pausing between the mounds of pale flesh, he looked up into her eyes then darted his tongue across her left nipple. \"Are you cold, Septima?\" he asked....

SEPTIMA:

Septima groaned in frustration as he prevented her hands from continuing. She felt herself blush in the relative darkness as his comment of \'Lovely\'. She wanted to hold him, to feel his skin against hers again but he was pushing her back ... restraining her ... and ...

Oh! His mouth felt so good on her. She had experienced satisfaction by her own means many times in the privacy of her own bed, but this was so much more electrifying. She purred her approval fromp inp in her throat as his hot mouth and tongue found her breast, making her arch her spine to strain nearer to


\"Am I cold? No? What makes you ask that?\" she questioned, knowing full well what he meant. \"In fact, I\'m feeling rather hot and I would wish to make you burn also. So, my lover, it would behoove you well to release these hands so that I may finish what I was doing... Incidentally, Is that your wand in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?\" She tried to release handsands, but he held tight.

\"LET GO MY HANDS! Do I have to use my teeth?\"

SEVERUS:

\"Your teeth?\" He laughed deep in his chest and gave her a thoughtful look--a mocking, thoughtful look. \"If you wish, Septima...only if you don\'t draw blood, however.\"

He snickered and then stilled. She really did want to him to release her hands. She was absolutely quivering with the desire to touch him. To pleasure him.

Although Snape wasn\'t exactly a novice when it came to adult pleasures, having such a willing, eager-to-participate partner was new to him. He was definitely used to being in charge; calling all the shots.
Septima was smart, beautiful, funny, young, and (apparently) attracted to him. He glanced at his Dark Mark briefly and wondered what it was about him that was exciting to her when most women would be repulsed by him. *Perhaps this is all just a crush on an athority figure that had gone too far? She\'ll come to her senses in a few months and wonder what had she done.* The last thought jarred his confidence and he quickly let go of her wrists.

Now suddenly unsure of himself, Severus leaned back on his elbows and gazed up at Septima. He hated himself for thinking so much; for always doubting everything and not being able to just enjoy something wonderful for once. He frowned. *Why do I always have to ruin everything good that happens to me?*

\"I\'m sorry, Miss Snayle. Do you wish me to leave?\" He searched her face, his black eyes darting over her features, trying to guage what she really wanted. What he wanted at the moment was painfully obvious....and it certainly wasn\'t his wand in his pocket.....

SEPTIMA:

Septima tried to shake her hands free, but he was just that little bit too strong. Gathering her wits she partially transformed until she had the snake eyes, tongue and long fangs, yet still herself. \"Yessssssssss teethhhhhhh!\" she smiled before reverting back to her normal self.

She watched him look quickly to his mark. The expression on his face seemed to indicate that he was wrestling with something deep inside. Then he let go of her wrists ... rapidly.

\"Did I do something to offend you? I mean ... I wasn\'t really going to use my teeth ... it was just ... and ...\" she watched his expression change to one of confusion, \"And I could have, if you were hurting me that is, easily have slipped from your grip in my snake form.\"

Septima\'s jaw dropped as his question about wishing to leave. *What had brought this on?*

\"Would I be sitting here letting you run your tongue over me if I wanted you to leave? For a man of such baffling intellect and knowledge, you really have NO idea of how to let yourself relax. Here, try this.\" Septima poured two glasses of Firewhisky, both of which she put in Snape\'s hands while she shifted herself off of the bed where she proceeded to shimmy out of her skirt, leaving just her green and silver panties. She was acutely aware that she needed to lose a few pounds, but he had not complained. She returned to the bed and gulped the whisky ... she needed a bit of courage and the drink would probably help... then went back to working on his trouser buttons. The material stretched across his crotch looked ready to rip.

Septima was starting to feel extremely nervous and a little hesitant. After a few nervous fumblings she encouraged him to raise his hips and remove his trousers and footwear. Septima\'s eyes luxuriated in what she saw. His skin was perfect, far too pure and pallid for a man - yet he gave it a masculinity all of its own. She felt her breathing getting faster as she gazed upon him naked all but for his underpants ... and that dreadful Dark Mark. Tonight it seemed blacker, and almost to pulse. She gently ran her hand up his arm, lingering on it for a moment, then continued up to his shoulder, down to his chest, stomach, crotch ...

\"I ... I haven\'t done anything like this before, my lover, please tell me if I do anything wrong. And ...\" she felt herself blush across her entire torso \" ... please be gentle as you don\'t really look to be ... um ... short-changed, for want of a better phrase, in the bedroom department.\" Relieving him of his glass, she pushed him back flat onto the bed, a knee either side of his thighs and playfully teased his nipples into hardness with her teeth, her own breasts gently grazing his stomach as she did so.

\"Payback!\" she smiled, \"Still want to leave?\"

SEVERUS:

\"You did not offend me, Septima. On the contrary, you have made me feel quite at home.\"
He sheepishly nodded as she admonished him. She was right....he did not know how to relax. It was time to start to learn to enjoy some things in life--his time left in the world was rapidly growing short; he knew that for a fact.

He downed his glass of firewhiskey as he watched her slip out of her skirt. He drank in the sight of her wearing nothing but underpants and a nervous smile. His penetrating gaze swept over every inch of her body, his arousal throbbing anew. She was soft and rounded in all the right places.

Forcing himself to let his doubts slide away, he allowed Septima to remove his trousers. Now Severus only wore a pair of black boxer shorts (ill-fitting shorts, under the circumstances).

He cringed slightly as her hand glided over his Dark Mark, but quickly recovered as her hands continued down his body to explore further. \"You are not doing anything wrong, Septima,\" he hissed, his breath was now becoming uneven, almost ragged. \"I will be gentle....\" he groaned as Septima\'s mouth found his nipples. \"Well....I\'ll try to be gentle, but I\'m not sure how much I can hold back given what you are doing to me right now!\" His muscles clenched violently as her breasts brushed his stomach. It was almost too much.

Severus\' body was flooded with heat. He jerked up, flipped Septima onto her back, and nuzzled her ear. \"Now, don\'t go all snakey on me, Septima. You may be on top whenever you wish,\" he said with a chuckle as he brushed her hair from her face.

He lightly kissed her forehead, each cheek, her chin....one hand drifted down to knead her breast, the other reached under her, cupping her bm thm through her panties. He parted her legs with his own and firmly pressed into her center with his thigh. He thought he detected some dampness....*That\'s a good thing*, he thought. *Just how far did she wish to go?*, he wondered.

His boxers were now painfully tented. He tilted his hips and pressed his erection against her stomach, instinctively seeking relief. Hooking his thumb into the waistband of her panties, Severus began to pull them down very slowly, looking seriously into her eyes for any sign that he should stop---praying desperately that he wouldn\'t see one.

SEPTIMA:

Snape sounded quite contrite after her question regarding offence. Nevertheless, there was still much for each to learn about the other. It was all a question of finding the acceptable boundaries with each other and little by little, crossing the lines into uncharted territory.

Septima smiled at the black undergarment. Somehow she couldn\'t imagine him in any other colour.

\"Are you holding back?\" she asked seductively, \"Saving yourself, my love?\" She felt his muscles tense and his member\'s heat against her body. Only apprehension about the unknown was holding her back. She had come to the conclusion that life without this enigmatic man would not be worth living. Next thing she knew she was flipped onto her back. The springs on the bed let out a squeak of protest. \"You DO like to be in control, don\'t you Professor ... Sir?\" His hair fell forward and tickled her face as he nuzzled her ear. \"OoooooooohhmmmmmmmmmYES!\" groaned Septima, as she recalled Chapter 2, Erogenous Zones, of her Joy of Magical Sex book. \'So this is what it means ....\' Then he was covering her with tender kisses, caressing her breast ... removing her panties. \'No turning back now ...\' she thought, not of course that she would have ever wished to.

She didn\'t want to appear too eager, so she lay as he pressed his thigh into her hot sex for a while, relishing in the new sensations, then eventualetureturned the favour with his last item of clothing. It was a difficult task whilst pinned down by his body, but some writhing and jiggling finally freed the most impressive erection Septima had ever seen (the only one, she had ever seen). Managing only to remove his pants down below his knees, she curled her leg high over his back, hooked her toe into the waistband then slowly slid them off using her foot. A sharp flick of her ankle sent them arcing up onto the canopy above the four-poster.

Now they were both totally unencumbered by the restrictions of clothing. She wriggled out from under him and pulled him into a sitting position.

\"Let me look at you,\" she said, her eyes moving over his body and following their path with her hands. She stopped again at the blemish on his left arm. \"You don\'t seem to be pained by that. I will assume that the potion worked. I\'m glad my blood was of some use to you. Absolutely anything to oblige the man that I love,\" she added forcing him onto his back again and kneeling astride him with her hands on his shoulders, pinning him down. She arched her spine and trailed her nipple across his lips but sprang back before he could respond. Still holding him down,she slunk backwards, running her tongue down his midline to his stomach where she wetted her lips and blew a loud rasp just above his belly-button.

SEVERUS:

\"I\'ll admit that I do like being in control--but I\'m not so rigid that I won\'t allow you to do as you please,\" he said with a smirk. \"If you\'d like to continue calling me \'Sir\', however, I wouldn\'t object.\"

Severus was very impressed with Septima\'s agility as she removed his boxers using only one leg and some delicious wiggling. His last stitch of clothing landed softly on top of the canopy of Septima\'s four-poster. \"Nice shot, Septima....have you played much Quidditch?\" he asked with a grin. Their now completely unclothed forms radiated heat; he relished the sensation of damp skin-on-skin.

Septima pulled herself out from under Severus and straddled him, pinning him down by the shoulders. She looked him over and brushed her hands over his Dark Mark. \"Yes, Septima. The potion is doing its job.\" He stared into her eyes somberly. \"Your gift of blood was the most precious one I have ever received. I\'m forever in your debt.\" Although he didn\'t show it, he was stunned by her casual declaration of love. *She loves me?* He tried to put into words his feelings for her but was at a loss....he\'d never felt love before. How could he even begin describe these foreign emotions.

Septima teased Severus by running her breast over his lips briefly, eliciting a frustrated growl from the Potions Master. His body went completely still as she ran her tongue down the length of his torso and wet her lips. *Here we go....It\'s my birthday*, he thought excitedly. Just above his belly-button, she blew a comical raspberry.

His body jerked and he frowned down at the young woman. \"Gods, Septima....you have a cruel streak!\"

He sat up slightly and cupped her face in his hands. He brought her face to his and kissed her fiercely, drawing her tongue into his mouth. He pulled back and reclined on the bed once again. \"Carry on, Love,\" he said, threading his hands in her hair, gently guiding her back to where she had left off. Bitting his bottom lip, he began to summon every shread of self-control he possessed.....

SEPTIMA:

\"Ugh, Quidditch! Detestable game ... Sir ...\" she answered. \"Nothing more than a bruise-fest and a reason to keep the Mediwitches in a job. Can\'t see the attraction in it.\"

She watched his face after she had blown the raspberry. It was truly priceless.

\"Gods, Septima....you have a cruel streak!\" he said. She shrugged nonchalantly as if she really had no idea of what he meant. She let herself be willingly kissed senseless for a while ...

\"Carry on?\" she echoed him and blew another rasp. By the look of frustration it was quite clear that a continuation of that was not entirely what he had meant. Oh, but it felt good to tease him and draw it all out. In any case ... she was a little apprehensive of what could ensue. According to the book, it was going to hurt.

\"So. What do you like?\" she asked, darting her tongue, snake fashion, across his lower belly, gradually getting lower. \"Do you like this?\" She ran her tongue the length of his member. \"Or would your prefer this?\" She circled the tip with her lips before letting him go with a teasing smile. \"Or would you rather take me for everything I have to offer you, my lover?\" Without waiting for an answer she took him in both of her hands and started stroking and caressing him.

SEVERUS:

\"So. What do you like?......Do you like this?...\" she had asked. Severus hoped her questions were meant to be rhetorical because it was impossible for him to give a coherent answer. His hands clenched in Septima\'s hair as she lavished his length with her surprisingly talented tongue.

His head swam with pleasure. \"Verustas incontaminatus....\" he murmured, \"Carus castus....\"

As much as he thoroughly enjoyed the attention Septima had been giving him, Severus suddenly realized that he was not far off from a much too-quick ending to their little \"get-together.\" Reluctantly, he disengaged himself from his lovely assistant with a groan and pulled her up to him for a slow, burning kiss. He tasted himself and shivered. He was thisclose, and for the first time in his adult life, he no longer had complete control of his mind. Indeed, there wasn\'t enough blood reaching his brain for him to expect to even be aware that he had a mind.

As he continued kissing her, he slowly ran his hand down her stomach until he reached her damp curls. He shifted and cradled her in his lap, almost protectively. Gently parting her folds, his thumb found her nub and drew lazy circles around the taut organ. \"Now it\'s your turn, mei spiritus...\" he whispered against her mouth as he massaged her...

SEPTIMA:

\"My lover,\" she hoarsley whispered back, \"If my grasp of Latin were any less I would swear that you were putting submission and pliancy spells onto me.\" She shifted her weight so he could accommodate her in his lap. A little more delicious gyrating allowed her to curl her legs round his back until she was sitting, facing him, exploring his hot mouth eagerly with her own. She did not notice his fingers disengage themselves from her tousled hair until she felt his hand on her stomach ... he moved lower and started to probe and caress and she felt herself responding without any conscious effort of her own. It was as if her body had ceased to follow instructions other than his. Septima threw back her head, arching her back. The torches flickered in their wall sconces causing the drops of sweat on the lovers to glint like fire opals.

Whether or not it was because she hadn\'t mastered self control like Severus or whether it was that he was so expert with his touch ... she didn\'t know ... but she found herself spiraling out of control entirely at the mercy of his fingers. Arching herself further she felt the points of her sensitive breasts brush against his chest and that was the sensation that finally tipped her over the edge. A feeling like liquid fire shot through her entire soul, shaking her to her core as she let herself climax. She heard someone scream out his name then realised, with a mix of horror and amusement, that it was herself.........

SEVERUS:

Severus felt Septima\'s body begin to shudder against his own. He sped up his efforts and she screamed out his name as she arched back in the throes of her release, and he almost lost it right then.

\"Gods, Septima! Yes, my love....that\'s it...lovely!\" He was truly amazed at the sight of this beautiful creature overcome with pleasure by his own hand. He was used to people screaming out his name, but certainly not in pleasure...and certainly not in pleasure caused by his own actions.

His own needs suddenly took him by surprise. His member was now almost painfully engorged and in need of immediate attention. Severus hugged Septima to him and kissed her hard. It was as if time was standing still and hurdling by, Hogwarts Express speed, at the same time. The room seemed unnaturally quiet after Septima\'s passionate screams. He hoped, earnestly, that he would hear more of those screams.

Severus twisted and lowered Septima down onto the bed, fluffing up the pillow beneath her head. He covered her body with his own and nudged her legs apart with one knee.
His breaths were now decidedly ragged and his body was covered in a sheen of sweat. \"Septima....\" he began as he used his nimble fingers to slick her wetness onto the tip of his nearly purple member, \"If, at any time, you want me to stop....just say so...or head-butt me, if necessary.\"

Pausing briefly at her opening, he stared seriously into her eyes. \"I....I love you, Septima,\" he declared, surprising himself. He began to push into her as slowly as he could manage. He gasped at the sensation of her tight flesh beginning to part for him......

SEPTIMA:

Septima felt his strong hands upon her as she slowly started to get her senses back to something vaguely manageable. She let him lower her down into the comfortable bedclothes, her eyes not leaving his for one moment. She could see flickers of shapes and thouginsiinside his head. For the first time she had known him, his defences were down - or at least as much as she ever imagined they would be. She closed her eyes, not wishing to pry unless it was willingly surrendered.

His weight bore down on her and he gently, yet almost impatiently, pushed her legs apart then nestled between them. And there he was again, fingers probing her wetness, touching himself, touching her again. She was still ultra-sentisitve and in a wild state of arousal from only moments before and his touch caused her to raise her hips to meet his.

Then he spoke. His voice alone was enought to arouse her almost to the point beyond recovery. She shook her head, \"No, don\'t stop ... ever.\" The he said it, \"I love you.\" Septima felt her eyes well up with tears of indescribably happiness at this. She blew away the errant strand of his hair that was tickling her nose. \"You had better, Severus Snape ... because I am irredeemably, irretrievably and hoplessly in love with you.\"

She could feel his hardness at her sex and panicked for a very short moment about the pain she was expecting but things couldn\'t have been more different. He continued to enter her slowly, sensuously and expertly. She let out her breath in a large rush as he buried himself all the way in. She hadn\'t been aware that she had been holding her breath. It was hard to describe but looking back on her life she realised that she had been incomplete until this moment. She felt whole. A little uncomfortable, granted, but she was sure that would pass once her body relaxed into the strange sensation of another person invading an extremely private place. She clenched her vaginal muscles ...

Amused by his reaction, she did it again ... and again ... all the while, smiling happily at her lover. She kissed him passionately as she curled her legs over his back and locked her ankles together.

\"Well, my lover. It would seem that you are going to have to find that virgin\'s blood from another source,\" she whispered back at him. \"You have my blood, you have my virginity. Now what are YOU going to give me?\" But he didn\'t have a chance to answer as Septima let out a scream of pain and clutched her left forearm. She gasped and rubbed it hard, looking at her pale, freckled flesh, \"What a terrible time to get cramp.\" It passed as quickly as it had come and she looked apologetically up at him before planting a kiss on his chin then working upwards to nibble his earlobe.

SEVERUS:

Severus sensed her brief panic and slowed down even more. He had buried himself half-way into her when she let out a breath and he took the opportunity to drive himself home.
*Home. I am home now*, he thought. *No longer will I be solitary. No longer will I be unconnected.* He felt her slick walls straining against his girth and he became light-headed. \"Septima....\" he almost whimpered.

She soon relaxed, however, and then began to rythmically tense her muscles around him. He groaned against her lips. \"Septima....you are going to drive me mad! I\'ll expect regular visits from you at St. Mungo\'s after I am commited.\"

Septima wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together. He found that he was able to push another inch into her. He groaned into her neck.

She suddenly screamed out, shocking Severus. It wasn\'t the kind of scream he was expecting...it was a scream of pain. His head snapped up and he stared into her eyes, silently questioning her. *A cramp?* he thought and almost laughed. He massaged her arm as she kissed his chin and moved to nibble his earlobe.

\"I wish I had more to give you, Septima....you have given me so much. I can only pledge my life to you, carus castus,....it is yours for the taking. I am yours forever and beyond.\" He flicked his tongue across her lips. \"And you are mine....for eternity....I\'m afraid there is no escape for you now,\" he added, darkly.

Severus wrapped his arms around his small lover and kissed her for all he was worth. He pressed his forehead to hers and began to thrust and grind into her. The bed started to creak in protest. He quickly propped a pillow behind her head, protecting her from being assaulted by the headboard.

He brought a hand down to the small of her back and tilted her pelvis, allowing himself to breach her as deeply as possible. The feelings of love, lust, passion, and ownership were overwhelming....intoxicating. All ability to speak coherently left him; he seemed to have gone nearly deaf as well. The world could end and he wouldn\'t be the wiser.

He grabbed the nape of her neck and tilted her head back, lavishing her neck with his tongue, swirling his saliva in small circles, pausing every so often to nip her soft skin. He inhaled her scent, nuzzled her behind the ear, massaged her bottom, all while continuing to thrust into her. He regretted that he didn\'t have more limbs with which to do more to her. In a frenzy, he tried desperately to pack it all into one moment as if it was their last night in earth.....

SEPTIMA:

\"Severus, you have given me more than you can ever imagine. I\'ve only ever dreamed what it would be like to be in love. I would gladly be yours ... for eternity ... not wishing to escape or run ... to be bound to you both in body, soul and ... \" she didn\'t finish her sentence but instead found herself gasping in time to the rhythm of his movements. His lips, once again, found hers and their tongues slipped slickly over each others teeth, exploring every crevice and contour of each other\'s mouth.

The only thing groaning louder than the coupled lovers was the bedsprings as they made a rhythmical \'wnk wnk wnk wnk\' which made her wonder if that was where the term \'wank\' had come from ... the over enthusiastic arm motions of young pubescent pupils excercising nightly on Hogwartean beds ... She was brought out of her bizzarre theorising by Snape putting a pillow to protect her from the headboard. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and held it with her teeth for a moment, only releasing him when she squealed at his even deeper penetration.

Septima was in awe at how only one pair of hands could be seemingly all over her body at once. She closed her eyes and melted into the feeling of his tongue which was now tracing circles upon her exposed neck.

Her hands went up to his hair to grab him closer still to her, before firmly moving down his back, onto his clenching buttocks and then slowly, teasingly, sensuously moving one of her hands round to cup his balls whilst the fingers of the other hand circled *his* opening ... all the time, her upthrust meeting his opposing downthrusts ...

SEVERUS:

Severus continued to blindly make love to Septima. The sounds of grunting, moaning and squeaking bedsprings filled her small room as did the smell of sex. He could feel her melting...her body was starting to let go, and he tried to concentrate on his rhythm.

He felt her hands clench in his hair, pulling him even closer to her. Her hands traveled down his back to his rear. And then......*bloody hell!* He froze for a second, looking quite like a confused cat getting his temperature taken at the vet\'s office. *On what page in Septima\'s book was that move?* he wondered.

But it was this bit of intimate teasing that drove him to the brink. \"Oh shit, Septima,\" he thundered. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head. He stabbed himself madly into her, trying to hold off the inevitable for just a few more seconds. Through clenched teeth, he managed to choke out: \"Come on, Septima....I wan\'t to feel it, Love....I want to feel you come while I\'m inside of you.....\"

SEPTIMA:

Septima suddenly found her hands ripped away from her intimate explorings and pinned above her. Any other time she would have fought wildly against being confined ... but this felt good, veeeeery good. She felt exposed, dominated, trapped ... but she also felt very much loved and reverred by this sensual man.

Septima decided that she could get used to this, but the next time would be with HER in control and him pinned whilst she ravaged HIS naked body until it melted.

Severus, it seemed, was now entirely out of control and at the mercy of his desires. His hard thrusts were borderlining between ecstasy and pain. But she wanted him, she wanted him so very badly. Septima redoubled her enthusiasm until it all became far too much to bear.

She let herself entirely succumb to his impressive efforts, starting with a low growl and working up into a full blown, ear bursting scream out of his name.

SEVERUS:

Septima\'s final, earth-shattering scream was immediately followed by a series of spasms...both hers and his. Severus felt her walls clench tightly around his length like a vise. He buried himself to the hilt and released his seed into her, almost going into convulsions of unimaginable pleasure. He bit her neck, leaving a welt, as he spent the last of himself with a muffled groan.

He collapsed on top of her, his entire weight pressing her against the bed cushion...

SEPTIMA:

Septima let him squash her into the mattress for a few moments before protesting that she actually would get on better with life if he allowed even a small amount of air back into her lungs.

\"Well, my lover! Am I to assume that was a one off or am I yours forever now?\"

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