Seeking Oblivion

A/N Disclaimers as before. A satisfied Severus is an unselfish Severus for Hermione and Ginny.

PARADISE SHARED

That was quite a dream! Groggily, reluctant, Severus tried to open his eyes.

Sweet Circe’s garters, it wasn’t a dream.

There was Hermione Granger, her blouse undone, rubbing herself over his bared chest like a bitch on heat. And lower down, Ginny Weasley, blowing on his flaccid member as she cleaned it off. His pants and undies were tangled somewhere around his ankles. Merlin preserve me, I’ve just been fucked unconscious by a pair of recent students!

“Mmmm, ‘lo.” Hermione’s brown eyes, which he remembered chiefly for their amber crackle, were soft as melted chocolates, glazed and dreamy as she studied him. Her tongue ran across his throat before angling up, over his jaw until it reached his mouth, which she possessed with a thorough care that made him dizzy. She claimed his bottom lip and sucked, releasing it only when his heavy eyes closed and his hands fell limply from their unguided exploration of her upper half. “Gods, you’re something special when you come!”

He cleared his throat. “Miss Granger.” Dear Merlin, I sound like I’ve spent half the night screaming! “Miss Weasley, perhaps you should get off your knees.”

Oooh, can’t you just tell he’s screeched himself hoarse, Hermione exulted, dropping a hand down to assist her friend, who clambered the length of Snape’s legs as if he were a ladder.

“You know, under the circumstances, I think you should start calling me Ginny,” the redhead announced, giving his cock a final pat on her way up. “Merlin, you’re proof of the old adage, aren’t you?”

“Big nose,” he agreed, relaxing now he could see they weren’t about to run screaming to his elderly employer. “Big penis. Excellent technical performance, by the way. Wish I could award points to Gryffindor.”

“We prefer it when you take them away.” Hermione sounded strained, and her fingers trembled as she tucked him into his trousers. Ginny, he noted, was wobbling, clutching the bookshelves for support. Smug in his own satisfaction, he felt suddenly wild and wicked.

“In pain, Miss Weasley?” he purred, their mutual shivers recalling what he had heard them coo about his voice. Well, they weren’t the first women he\'d heard it from, and plainly they had not been exaggerating. “Come closer. And you, Hermione, in need of relief? Lay back here, beside your friend. I have two hands, it should not be beyond an intelligent wizard to remedy your aches. Come, spread your legs for me, let me help you savour velvet oblivion for a while.”

They stared at him, all owlish eyes and hanging jaws, but allowed him to steer them, his fingers lingering on Hermione’s breasts, tracing the lacy edge of her bra in a way that made her breathing hitch and her eyes roll.

“Here, Ginny, close to Hermione, that’s right,” he crooned, guiding them together in the centre of the bookcase as he bestowed a wet kiss on the younger’s throat. “Now, raise that belt - I beg your pardon, your charming skirt. I have long fingers, and they are flexible. Would you not like to know what they can do?”

“Oooh, please!”

“Aaaah, Professor!”

“Severus, Hermione. My name is Severus.”

And as I’m about to finger you both to orgasm at once, get used to saying it, he added silently, sliding a hand between each girl’s thighs to find two wet cores anticipating his arrival.

He sucked a deep breath, glorying in the sight of them. Two beautiful witches spread for him, breasts quivering as they struggled for breath. Two naughty girls with wicked fantasies about their nasty professor, squirming now, squealing in unison at the feathery touch of his fingers on satin inner thighs as he worked, teased his way north. They were dripping. Pushing their pretty pusses forth for his delectation.

“Hmmm, silk, Hermione, nice.” The words caused another squeak, and when he dragged his hand across her crotch the girl clenched, throwing back her head with a wanton growl he’d never have imagined the sober bookworm could emit.

“And you, Ginny. Aaah, and I thought only Slytherin girls dared go commando. Well, Hermione, we have some catching-up to do, let me remove these.”

A twist of the wrist her her skimpy silk knickers were slithering down her parted legs. “That suthe the Gryffindor love of fair play, does it not?”

Oh, that voice! She was going to come from his talk alone, a honeyed purr infused withdsmodsmoke. And the smell of him! Sweat, semen and Severus, the silken brush of his hair against her cheek as he leaned in to take a sharp nip at her neck. His index finger flicked her clitoris. Hermione yelped.

Merlin, was he doing to Hermione what he did to her? Ginny’s head tossed, bumping her neighbour’s on the opposing path. A well-manicured nail grazed her entrance, sending spears of fire into her womb. The friction of book spines under her back, the softness of Hermione’s rounded hip butting hers as they squirmed together, alternate pressures spiralled inside her. “Oooh, yes, Severus, like that, yes, more!”

“Talkative, Ginny?” he cooed, pressing his fingertip inside and relishing her convulsive start into his hand. Would it be possible to entice these delicious creatures back to his chambers, he wondered, images of their creamy limbs twined around him across his massive four-poster searing through his befuddled brain and dragging a growl up from his chest. Later, Severus. Give the girls what they deserve first.

The Weasley girl’s vocal exertions did not surprise him half so much as those produced by her clever friend. Hermione Granger’s verbal dexterity had earned his secret admiration long ago, and now he was encountering a wholly different facet of her capacities as she begged him, in frankly crude language, to touch her harder, faster, oh yes, just there.

“Oh God yes, dear Merlin, harder, yes!” she chanted, shriller with every syllable as her wetness pulsed over his fingers, two of them now, plunging her depths while his thumb toyed with her throbbing nub. He worked Ginny without thinking, transfixed by the sight of his best-ever student as a siren, giving herself with a completeness that made him ache to the sensations he swept over her.

“Oh! Oh yes, yes, yesyesYESSSS!”

“Uuuuhh, Severus, yes, yes, Severusssss!”

He leaned forward, brow kissing the top of the shelves, his bodyweight distributed equally between the wriggling women. Not bad, Snape, he congratulated himself, gently extracting his drenched hands from their pulsing privates. To bring them off together, a beautiful, shrieking symphony.

“Perhaps,” he murmured, pleased by the steadiness of the gravelled word, “we ought to continue this somewhere more comfortable?”

“Mmmm.” Hermione arched toward the bulge evident within his tight-fitted robes. “Oooh, yes, definitely continue.”

The Weasley girl appeared barely sensate, yet managed to stumble in their wake toward the door, rousing as he cast a soft “Nox” toward the single lighted lamp. Down the passageways, damn, Hogwarts was too big for a man in a state of extreme sexual excitement. Into the dungeons, through the very room where he had attempted to teach these two exquisite vials of female hormone.

Once in his office, he snapped the word which melted the bookcase protecting his private rooms. He hustled them into his living room, dear Gods he ached, were those fireworks going off in his groin? They went where he guided meekly, quiet, yet he caught their hisses of delight in finding his personal space to be large, bright and airy.

“Well, ladies.” What had become of the smooth Snape drawl? “Where were we?”

Hermione advanced on him, the tip of her pink tongue moistening swollen lips. The line of her gaze reminded him how exposed he was, in tailored velvet and form-fitting trousers. She fluttered a hand down his torso, halting right where he needed the pressure. “My turn, I believe.”

Ginny nodded. “Remember what I told you: bend the neck and relax your throat.”

Hermione treated him to a grin that almost set his pants on fire. “I am not quite so - practised in the art as my friend.”

“I dare say you will do your best.” She was quick. Those fingers! To think he’d considered her cohort’s nimble!

Ginny moved behind him as Hermione edged her prey into a high-backed chair and dropped to her knees between his legs. “Oooh, silk boxers, quite the sensualist, aren’t you?” she mused, tickling his pulsing head through the fine fabric.

“Miss Granger.” He cleared his throat; tried again. “You talk - too much.”

“So I’ve been told.” Ginny had undone her shirt and was leaning over the chair, rubbing her large breasts against his head. Her fingers strayed lower as she played with his hair, murmuring lewd suggestions for their further enjoyment into his ear. Sweet Merlin let me die now, life cannot equal this again!

She didn’t wish to admit it, but Hermione was slightly daunted by the scale of the task at hand - very much at hand, she thought, giving him a squeeze that made him squeal like a girl. She ran her tongue along his underside, delighting in the swift jerk of the hips that said she’d done right. Both his hands tangled into her hair, clenching and relaxing in rhythm with his throbs. Oh, well. Here goes nothing.

“Uuuuh, yes!” He slipped down gracefully, shimmying down in his seat, his penis turgid and twitching against the roof of her mouth. She took an exploratory pull. He moaned.

“Oooh, good, is she?” Ginny nipped his ear, a pleasant jolt of pain amidst swirling pleasure. Damn, what was it this man had that turned her innards to water? Just the sight of him, heavy-eyed and purring his delight, had her aroused beyond full sex with…

No. She wasn’t going to think of that, not with the fantasy of three years’ planning being played out before her. She had to prove to her naïve friend that a mature wizard could go all night, unlike what she’d heard of Muggle men. Something about the stamina required to focus magic properly being channelled in another direction.

Hermione cupped his balanced balls, kneading as they hardened in her palms. Won’t take long now, must’ve got him going before.

He choked out a variation on her name not unlike the affectionate diminutive she hated from the boys, his body jolting from the chair at her prompting, a shriek of sheer exultation accompanying the hot, thick pulse of his fluid as it sprayed the back of her throat and slid saltily down. “Aaaah, Gods!”

The shocks kept him throbbing, and she kept working as Ginny had advised her, licking and sucking until he was emptied before giving a thorough clean-up from base to deflating head. Her mind was whizzing, his essence lay think in her gut, and as she lifted her eyes to meet Ginny’s, she discovered that the other witch had enjoyed her demonstration as much - or almost - as Severus.

Ah, yes. Severus.

Sitting there with a daft soppy grin on his face, looking like a man just Apparated to Paradise and back. She gave in to her overwhelming desire, climbed into his lap, and hugged him.

“Shall we take this on to bed?”

His voice was thick and sleepy, rough enough to scratch her sensitised skin. “Sounds good. Gin?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” She kissed his cheek as, with Hermione skipping on ahead, he stood, stumbling over the knot of clothing at his ankles. An impatient word and the material dissolved, leaving him free to stride.

“I like it!” Ginny announced, surveying the high-roofed bedroom with its dominating four-poster. “My turn next, ‘Mione.”

“It might be wise to get our kit off first, Gin.”

Severus chuckled his appreciation of the elder’s wisdom, stretched out on the bed in shirt, jacket and robes. “If you can live your fantasies, so can I. Undress each other.”

“Hey, we’re not into the Sapphic stuff!”

“Neither am I. Let me watch while I get my breath back.”

Hermione turned to stare, her bottom lip stuck out. “Ginny said mature wizards can go all night!”

“Indeed we can, Miss Granger.” They were doing as he asked, their determination to prove their unconcern causing them to fondle each other more than was strictly necessary. Feeling the heat start to swirl in his lower belly, Severus stacked his hands behind his head and smiled. It would be a courtesy to charm of their remaining clothes, but why should he deny himself such a marvellous show?

A/N Another chapter as a trio, then one drops out. Any guesses (as if they\'re needed!) Thanks for reading!