#8 ~ A Rather Catty Situation

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Chapter 23 ~ Animagi Three


After supper, Hermione and Severus returned to their rooms. Hermione changed into a white blouse and jeans. Severus, as usual, wore his robes. They then left the castle, arm in arm, and walked out into the grounds of Hogwarts. It was a beautiful night, and the full moon was close and bathed the landscape in silver light. The air was crisp, and not too cool. A slight breeze came from the north, bringing with it scents that Hermione had never smelled before. They walked a good distance, in silence and anticipation, until the castle was far behind them and only softly rolling meadows surrounded them. Severus released Hermione’s arm, putting a little space between them, gazing at her in the moonlight. Her eyes were wide as she looked at him. She trembled a little.

“Frightened?” he asked in a low voice.

“Excited,” she replied, blinking at him a bit nervously. Serverus quirked an eyebrow at her.

“Are you ready?” he asked, stepping forward and placing his arms around his wife.

“Yes,” Hermione breathed.

“Sure?” he asked again, his eyes glittering.

“Yes,” Hermione said again, a bit impatiently.

Severus looked into her eyes, smiled and transformed

All was dark. Hermione wondered where the moon went. Then it appeared, partially, its glow shining off the scales of the great black serpent that towered over her, a loop of its body coiled on the ground, surrounding her. It was enormous. The serpent lowered its head until it was eye-level with her and hissed slowly, its black eyes staring into hers, mesmerizing her. The wedge-shaped head was at least three feet in length. It flicked out its tongue, barely touching her neck and hissed again.

“Severus,” she breathed, “you are beautiful.”

She reached out and touched the crown of the serpent’s lowered head. The scales were smooth and warm, glistening in the moonlight. Severus slowly unwound himself from around her and began to undulate, rippling his sensuous length, shifting, sliding over himself in an intricate dance. His body had to be at least ninety feet long.

Hermione held her breath as she watched her husband display his beauty, strength and agility before her, weaving his body in loose knots, twisting, coiling and uncoiling, hypnotic in his motions. He lowered himself to the ground and slithered toward her, lifting his upper body slightly so again, he was eye level to her. The black eyes were familiar, and full of heat as they gazed steadily into hers. Hermione embraced him, feeling the serpent’s musculature rippling slightly against her body before she released him. Severus flicked his forked tongue against her throat gently hissing. Even as a snake, he made her insides clinch with desire. The serpent looked at her expectantly.

Hermione transformed. Now the she was the lioness. She sat on her haunches as the serpent touched her muzzle gently with his nose. She licked it, and the serpent drew back a little, hissing, before it wound about her feline body. The lioness purred, closing her eyes, remembering this from the dream so long ago. The serpent shifted again her, caressing her tenderly with its coils before releasing her and gliding away at an amazing speed. Hermione took off after him, running top speed. It felt wonderful to run free, and the two animagi raced across the grounds together, delighting in the night, the freedom and their union.

They stopped by the Forbidden Forest and began to play, the serpent feinting strikes at the lioness, who tried to grab the great head with her paws, and teeth. Severus’ scales were thick enough so the lioness’ grip did not harm him, as he wrestled her down, looping around her and squeezing her slightly as she scrambled from his loose grip, sliding from between his scales deliciously. She leaped about him, frolicking as he weaved close to her. She leaped on his back, and the serpent slithered a short distance with her clinging to him, play-biting and growling before he turned back on himself and with his nose, pushed her off him, again covering her in gentle coils, embracing her lithe body as she struggled to escape. When she did, she fled and he followed quickly, catching up to her, gliding alongside her as she ran. They traveled in a great arc, heading back toward the Forbidden Forest. Suddenly, Severus swerved in front of the lioness, who smoothly leapt over the serpent, not breaking her stride. After a few moments, Severus did it again, lifting himself slightly so she didn’t quite clear him, and tumbled. The serpent was on the lioness again, this time winding around her and holding her firmly so she could not escape. After a struggle, black eyes met amber as they both transformed, animal natures still intact, still entangled, Severus’ robes spread over them as they lay in the fragrant grass, breathing heavily.

Hermione’s eyes were still feral as Severus pulled her to him tighter, pressing his body against hers as he lowered his head to her throat, running his lips up and down passionately. She arched into him, purring like the cat she was inside.

“This would have been the perfect time for naked transformation,” Severus breathed against her throat as he moved between her thighs, rubbing his erection against her, listening to her gasp with desire.

“Yesss,” Hermione sighed as the weight of her husband’s fully clothed body on hers ignited her need. Severus raised himself off her and began to unbutton her blouse as she reached for his robes, copying his actions. She was trembling with need as he pulled her blouse open and pulled up her bra without bothering to unclasp it, letting his mouth fall to her breast, impeding her progress at undressing him as he suckled her. Hermione groaned at the hotness of his mouth, wrapping her hands in his hair as he pleasured her, moving from breast to breast, sliding his hands down her sides and over her hips before sliding off her partially, so he could access the button to her jeans, still kissing and licking her breasts. Expertly he unfastened them with one hand and slid the zipper down. She lifted her hips and he drew them down, forced to cease his ministrations as he removed them, and she lay there in her panties, panting, looking up at him. He pulled her up and removed her blouse and then her bra. She was beautiful in the moonlight, her eyes shining, lips parted. Severus could smell her arousal and finished unbuttoning his robes. He wore only his boxers beneath them, and they were tented with desire. He slipped them off and then her panties. He drew his robes over them and positioned his cock at her entrance, unable to wait to possess her. He kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he slid inside her and she arched to meet him, growling with pleasure. He wrapped his arms around her securely and began to fuck her gently at first, before he suddenly thrust into her hard, hitting her cervix. She gushed over him in immediate orgasm, clutching him tightly and screaming his name. He growled, his body jerking in reaction and pleasure as he fought back climaxing at the unexpected response of his wife, her pussy pulsing firmly around him. His face contorted with his effort to restrain himself.

Hermione had been a quivering bundle of need. From the moment they transformed, she was ready for Severus to take her. His serpent form was an aphrodisiac, and the idea of him taking her after such a sensual transformation had her wet and ready from the get go. He felt like heaven as he penetrated her, she needed him so badly. When he hit bottom, the knot of desire in her belly burst immediately, and she shot skyward, screaming with delight and pleasure as she bore down on him, gripping him and trying to draw him deeper inside her. She felt him shuddering, trying to hold back.

“I’m sorry, Severus,” she whispered shakily as he lay forehead to forehead with her, struggling not to come. He kissed her as he regained control.

“No, no, sweet,” he murmured against her mouth as he started to thrust inside her again, savoring her slickness and grip on his cock as he sunk deeper and deeper. “I loved it…just like I love this…” He started stroking her harder, lifting himself up on his arms so he could look down on her rocking body, bouncing breasts and watch her face twist every time he hit bottom. He began to twist his hips and angle his strokes, before stopping, throwing his robes off of them and placing her legs over his shoulders. Now he could see her fully in the moonlight. His cock throbbed inside her as he took in his wife’s beauty.

“Yes, Severus,” she groaned as he opened her up to him.

“Gods, Hermione,” he breathed as he started slamming into her, watching his length bury itself between her thighs, the shaft glistening in the silver light as it moved in and out of her forcefully. She was whispering, lost in sensation as he took her. He could hear some words. “Love you. Fuck me. Love me.” It had more of an effect on him than her screaming, and he lowered himself on her, working himself into her body mercilessly, driving into her over and over in answer to her whispered directives, his heart full to bursting with love and lust.

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Odessa, in her cat form, watched the two lovers couple in the moonlight, her ears flat against her head with rage and jealousy. She had followed them in cat form and watched the transformation of Severus, then Hermione. She was a bit taken aback that they both had such powerful forms. She had been hoping that Hermione’s form would have been something small and weak, like a bookworm. That would have suited her. But a lioness? That was a powerful beast. She might be able to protect herself against Odessa’s hate-filled form.

Severus was beautiful, of course. The large serpent suited him. Her heart dropped as she watched the love that passed between them in their animal forms, the serpent coiling lovingly around the lioness, and then the running and frolicking. That should be her with Severus, sharing the night and the power. And now, Hermione had seduced him, and she could smell them as well as hear them. She scented Hermione’s climax, and heard her scream Severus’ name in ecstatic pleasure almost immediately, which made her arch her back in rage. Then she heard Severus tell this mudblood that he loved fucking her.

Odessa’s world was starting to go red as Severus flung his robes off of them, and Odessa could see his long, lean muscular body plunging into Hermione’s, hear his groans of pleasure and her pathetic whisperings. She hated Hermione, hated she was receiving what she herself desired above everything else. His love. The small black cat began to grow in size, the luminous green eyes reddening and starting to glow with a hellish fire. The retractable claws became great talons that dug into the earth, flexing with hatred, and the catlike growl deepened, becoming more vicious as the panther focused on the unaware couple before it.

Its red eyes watched their rhythmic movements, their passion-filled voices rising and falling, striking its nerve endings like blows. It could smell the mating…the wrong mating. Her mate was with another. Still, the great cat hesitated at the scent of its mate, though the smell of the female made its ears lay back in rage. The desire to charge and kill was fighting with the instinct to be submissive to her mate, and the panther snarled with indecision. It began to slink forward, low to the ground, drawing closer. It would decide what to do once it was within range.

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A/N: :::playing Jaws music::: Where the hell is Marcus??? Please review.