The Wedding - COMPLETE

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Updated 4-4-07

A gift for all my staunch reviewers with kisses:

The latest pic of Lucius in the new movie (Order of the Phoenix)coming out in July 2007:

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Okay, I'm stumped, Dylan, what is dp? Anyway, I see nothing wrong with your wish, but I hope this chapter is good enough to fill your order.

P.S. Those who don't want to read about Severus and Ginny may skip this sizzling chapter. 8-)
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Chapter Twenty-One

Ginny Pays for Lunch


After her luncheon with Hermione at the upscale restaurant, Ginny had arrived on her own doorstep almost sober, carrying the last half of the third bottle of wine. It was so good she wanted to share at least some with her husband. Before she could negotiate the catch on the door, it silently opened and Severus stood in the doorway.


He took in her slightly lopsided smile and the bottle in her arms and drew the correct conclusion – his wife had imbibed one too many. He was angry with her for worrying him because she was nearly two hours late, but as he watched her walk carefully into the hall, he saw an unexpected opportunity and decided drunk was good. He appreciated what a beautiful picture she made in the emerald dress he’d carefully picked out for her from Madame Malkin’s sketches and he especially enjoyed watching her autumn fire hair swish against the silk of the dress. He was fast developing an obsession with that copper hair and began thinking of ways to drape it over himself.


Ginny came up to her husband and placed the bottle into his hands. “Try this one, Severus, it’s really fine. Hermione and I went to a new restaurant near the Ministry. I can’t remember the name but it had these cunning little alcoves with magic windows so you felt you were in the country.


Snape hesitated for a second. He knew that restaurant and wondered in some irritation just how Hermione had known about it. It was probably that dope, Malfoy. That place was elegant and upscale but it also had a reputation for less salubrious activities upstairs, as he well knew personally. Didn’t Lucius know that Hermione wasn’t Narcissa? Hermione wasn’t going to be overly impressed by those things, but it was interesting that Lucius had taken her there. Was he setting the stage for taking Hermione upstairs in the future? He had been so adamant that he was marrying to regain his property and money, but Snape wondered again why Hermione had married him. Was it because she knew Lucius cared for her? Was it actually a love match after all and Lucius wasn’t saying because he was always so secretive and touchy about anything personal?


Snape put that intriguing puzzle aside as he took the bottle from his wife, put it on a side table and shepherded her toward the stairs leading up to their bedroom. “You should take off that dress before it gets wrinkled, love, but why don’t you leave the matching knickers and your pretty earrings on?” Snape cocked his head at his wife and raised one of his expressive, black eyebrows in a silent question.


Ginny wasn’t so lit that she didn’t understand the language of his eyebrow. She wiggled up against his black robe and boldly grabbed for his crotch. “Woo hoo!” she whooped, what have we here?” Well, she guessed she was still a little lit. Ginny ran her hand up and then back down an impressive erection, hidden beneath obscuring dark robes. She tweaked his cock and danced away, kicking off her heels as she scampered up the stairs. At the top she looked back down at her husband and did a bawdy little striptease slipping off her dress and bra, and showing Severus her tiny knickers and thigh-high sheer stockings before running on down the upper hall to their bedroom. She waited by their bed with her hands on her hips, her stance impudently saying, ‘come get me’.


Severus took his time ascending the stairs, patiently unbuttoning his robe, a veiled, half-smile on his lips as he contemplated exactly what punishment he was going to inflict on his sassy little witch-wife. By the time he reached the top stair he knew what he wanted to do. His wife made sex adventurous, but he usually edged it over the line into obscene, knowing his wife and he both found a higher level of stimulation that way. He must have been born under a lucky star to have been given her for a wife.


He picked up her discards and took them with him, reaching the bedroom doorway in time to see Ginny standing there, running her fingers around the bottom edge of her knickers, taunting him by the bed. By now his robe was totally open and he shrugged it off, casting it and Ginny’s things onto the bureau as he quietly stalked his wife. The shoes and stockings went flying next. He divested himself of his leggings and loosened his Slytherin green, snake patterned silk boxers and stepped out of them as he came nearer.


Ginny saw a very naked, very aroused Severus walking toward her at a measured pace, his fierce hard-on rising menacingly out of his black serpent’s nest of curls, and she started to get a little nervous. She knew she’d pulled the panther’s tail downstairs and concluded that perhaps she shouldn’t have cracked open that third bottle. Oh well, Severus stalking her was all part of the bedroom high-jinks she adored, even if she did get a little shivery feeling right about now. He certainly did the domination thing well. She could feel her privates starting to absolutely weep with her anticipation. She wiggled her hips at her lover, preparing to scramble away.


Severus negligently raised his hand, completely freezing Ginny in mid-flight. He heard her frustrated squeal as he lifted her small body into the air, simultaneously lowering two waiting hooks with padded loops from the ceiling. He fastened her wrists with the loops and lowered her until only her toes found purchase on the plush, charcoal rug.


Walking toward his wife in no hurry, he came up behind her and slipped two fingers into her feminine sheath moving aside the tiny panties which in any case were now soaked and useless as a barrier for anything. Reaching around her still from behind, he weighed each of her breasts in his hand, rubbing and squeezing them in turn while she moaned her erotic appreciation, trying her best to push her hips into his invading fingers.


“Harder, Sev, deeper. Please, darling, more,” Ginny breathlessly begged her own personal, dissolute Slytherin, trying to gain more traction for her feet to be able to impale herself better on her spouse’s fingers.


“Shhh, Ginny love, you know I don’t ever give you what you want. I’ll decide how hard, how deep,” Severus continued to squeeze Ginny’s breasts, keeping his finger penetration of her nether parts shallow and unsatisfying to her. Her knickers were chafing her folds because Severus was stretching the elastic across her tender skin on purpose. He pressed his face just under her ear and bit into her neck, then sucked hard on her skin giving her a mark, effortlessly exerting his domination in their bedroom playground. “I love the way you taste, sweetheart, you know how it excites me, but you’ve been very sassy today and you need to remember who is master here.” His voice rolled over her like black velvet.


Ginny whimpered and tried to twist around to face her husband, “I was only playing, Severus, please don’t punish me. I’ll do anything you want.” She gave away that her apology was less than sincere, though, by making another attempt to push against Severus’ fingers.


“That’s not a very good beginning to your promise to do anything, my love.” He took his fingers out of her cleft and smeared her creamy juices around her anus, making her shriek, “No, please, Severus, I’ll be good. Really, I will!” She tried to get her hands out of the restraints, but she was held fast. She lifted her feet, trying to swing away from him, but he merely opened one hand and pointed downward. Both of her feet immediately swung apart and were secured to the floor as Snape simultaneously let the hooks down a few millimeters to accommodate her stretched body.


“Oh, I am certainly hoping you’ll be very good, love.” He slid his hand up and down his shaft, squeezing the tip and massaging his balls, making himself even larger and covering his tool with Ginny’s copious juice. Severus moved up against Ginny’s back, at first just pressing the tip of his penis between her legs and sawing it back and forth against her petals and her sopping knickers. He flicked his hand toward the bureau, drawing forth a special tube of cream, which he applied lavishly to her little anal circle.


“Severus,” Ginny wailed, “let’s talk about this. It kinda hurt last time, you know. Couldn’t we just have sex the regular way?”


“Ginny, just relax and let me inside, it’ll hurt much less that way. You found that out last time, remember?” Severus pressed one finger against her anal opening, slowly pushing his way into her, lubricating the entrance while he swept her hair aside with his other hand and bit gently on her nape to hold her still.


“Severus, oh, sweet goddess, I love it when you bite me.” A second finger went into her butt, “Sev, no! Oh, yes!” Ginny felt her husband’s other hand stray to her cleft again. She was having trouble concentrating on her cleft versus her anus, which was precisely what her husband wanted.


Severus touched Ginny’s knickers and made them disappear, allowing for better access to his wife’s delicate bounty. He set himself with his feet planted between hers, knees bent, and held her hips still with an arm around her waist, easing his thick member millimeter by millimeter into Ginny’s tender bum, making her gasp and tighten up automatically. He lowered his hand down the front of her again and plowed his fingers back into her nether curls parting the folds and seeking her womanly sheath while steadily pulling her onto his tool in the back. The former Head of Slytherin grunted with intense satisfaction as his member slid into his wife; she had ceased fighting his penetration and was accepting his mastery, accepting his daunting hard-on, and only occasionally making a soft hiss when her spouse filled both channels with fingers and cock.


Within a few minutes Ginny was mewling and screaming her husband’s name as he sent her body into sensuous overload, cramming both channels rhythmically, with his fingers and cock, holding her in place braced against the end of the bed, one hand screwing her honey pot with long, pale fingers, while he held his cock aimed into her stretched anus with his other hand, luxuriating in his personal pleasure. Ginny abruptly rocketed into her climax, totally incoherent and trying to breathe as her mate continued to thrust deeply into her rear channel. As she came down from her peak, Snape pinched her clit and began a strong rhythmic gliding of his fingers through her folds, pitching her into a second orgasm stronger than the first. She screamed her pleasure and Snape buried himself to the hilt in her, letting his own orgasm strike, releasing his warm, male essence into her backside.


When the last tremors faded from them both, Severus loosened the restraints from Ginny’s wrists and carried her to their bed. She wrapped her arms around her mate’s neck and kissed him voraciously which he gladly returned. “I hate you, Severus, you buttfucked me again.”


Severus fell onto the bed with his wife, “Yes, love, I hate you, too,” he claimed between steamy kisses. “So are you saying you didn’t deserve it, acting the little slut?”


Ginny slyly peeked up at her sexy spouse and walked her fingers down his muscled chest to his re-awakening cock, daring to pet the sensitive underside, “Oh, I definitely deserved it,” she laughed.


He paused for a second to run a cleaning spell over both of them before he mounted his wife intent on filling her more traditionally. “Open your legs, darling, and let me fuck this aching cock into that sweet little cunt,” he crooned in his deep, velvet voice, parting her thighs with his knee and rubbing his shaft through her slippery folds. He shoved a finger into her and murmured, “You’re soaked again, my love.” Severus playfully tapped Ginny on her nose with his wet finger, then laved one of her nipples with the juice he retrieved from her depths and bent to suck it into his mouth, hard.


Ginny gasped at the sudden, erotic hurt and clutched at his long, black hair, holding him to her breast as he suctioned the berry-like nub. “Gods, I love it when you talk dirty, Severus, you have the perfect voice for whispering nasty words in my ear. It makes me so hot,” Ginny sighed in pleasure and let go of his hair as she felt Severus move into place. She tensed as her husband slid his hands into her fiery hair and held her head still.


He never seemed to be sated with his wife’s lithe body, and he pinned her with his mesmerizing black gaze, narrowing his eyes at her spuriously submissive mien. She might be playacting now, but in a few minutes she would truly be obedient to his will. He smiled to himself – for a while. She was never cowed for long. It was an intimate game between them that they both cherished.


He suddenly thrust forward, splitting her folds and burying his thick, distended rod to the hilt. He heard a faint shriek as he systematically plowed his wife, deeply and without mercy, feeling her feeble attempts to control his hips as he plunged fiercely, over and over. He dug his hands into her beautiful russet hair, loving its shine and smell, as he brought her screaming to another climax. Holy Merlin, but he loved those breathy screams. Severus allowed himself several more thrusts, then let go and shot a second load of his seed into his dainty wife. He slid sideways on her panting body, so he wouldn’t crush her but pulled her hard against him, letting her know she belonged to him absolutely. His tired wife clung to him, needing his strength as she wept a little from her intense climax. As he relaxed, he mused, “I should make certain I send Lucius some of the ointment I use. I don’t think what he has is as strong as my new recipe.”


Ginny looked up startled, her damp brown, sparkling eyes meeting her husband’s warm, black gaze. “Severus, are you saying Lucius likes anal sex, too? Hermione has never said anything.”


“Have you said anything?” He was amused at her instant, indignant denial.


“Of course, not! That’s our private life.” Ginny hoped her confession about spanking was safe with Hermione. “Then you think Hermione…?”


“My love, the moment Hermione said, ‘I do’, it was only a matter of time.” He judged it a little early to introduce his wife to offering him what he so enjoyed doing to her, but soon.


Her arms circled his neck and her cheek rested on his a moment, “I love you, Severus.” She slumped down, her cheek coming to rest on his chest.


“I love you, too, Ginevra. I hope I didn’t hurt you.” He kissed the top of her head.


He felt her shake her head, then she went limp, totally relaxed in slumber, safe in her husband’s arms.


He thought they could discuss their attendance at the Quidditch match with the Malfoys later, during the evening meal, but for now, he needed just a short nap himself.


Neither of the Snapes made it to dinner that night.

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For all you Snape fans, I hope you enjoyed this couple. They certainly have a different dynamic from Lucius and Hermione, don't they? When I write them it just feels differently, too. At the moment those two are more overtly in tune with each other than our main couple and it shows in the writing that goes its own obstinate way without any direction from me. Rather like dowsing with a divining rod.

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