A Secret Fantasy

He watched as she disrobed slowly, tossing her clothing over the chair in the bedroom, and then went into the bathroom. He followed her example, quickly tossing his clothing across the chair. He entered the shower, which was already filled with steaming water streaming noisily. He stood back a moment, watching as the water coursed through her hair, weighing it down, plastering it to her neck and shoulders. Little rivulets ran down her back, and when she turned to face him, still standing under the stream of water, little rivulets ran down her breasts, trickling in streams from her nipples. He moved forward, the spray of water catching him across the chest as well, then knelt down, laving her breasts with his tongue, suckling them, then pulling back to allow the streams of water to fall into his mouth.

She was absolute perfection.

He stood again, pulling her to his body, nibbling her neck. “Hermione, are you sure?” he asked softly.

“Yes, I’m sure Severus. Don’t be so worried, I don’t think it’s quite as big a deal as you’re making it out to be.”

He chuckled at that. He’d expected her to, at best, tell him no. At worst, tell him he was sick and perverted and she never wanted to see him again. But now, now he was actually going to do it. His erection bumped against her stomach, and he sighed as she reached down and stroked it, teasing the foreskin back and forth over the head of his cock. “Um, one thing Severus…isn’t it difficult, to…well, pee with an erection?” Hermione asked.

“Ahh, yes…that’s correct. What I would like to do,” he said, reaching for her shoulders, “is first thoroughly shag your arse,” he said, exerting a slight pressure to guide her to face the wall of the shower. “And then, commence with the…proceedings.” Severus was feeling much more confident now, a humming thrill seemed to shoot up through his body.

Hermione giggled. “Always a plan for everything.”

“Yes,” he purred into her ear, skimming his hands down over her stomach. He was acutely aware that the two very full glasses of cranberry juice were already causing pressure on his bladder…he hadn’t yet relieved himself that morning either...and now, he was about to do so, inside Hermione. With a sudden surge of a mixture of arousal, gratitude, and longing, he pulled her back tight to him and nuzzled her neck. “Oh, Hermione,” he groaned. She responded by pressing back against him, his erection jutting into her lower back, as she lifted one foot to brace herself on the showers’ built in seat. He groaned again in appreciation as he reached down to her cleft, gently massaging her anus. He paused a moment, then grabbed the hair conditioner from the shelf, squirting a generous dollop in his hand, applying it both to his length and her entrance.

As he massaged at her entrance again, he felt the tight ring of muscle relaxing slowly, and he worked first one, then two fingers inside her tight passage, feeling at the smooth walls inside. He crouched slightly to find a better angle and then slowly, gently, sheathed himself inside her. When Hermione rocked back against him rhythmically, signalling she was ready for him to begin moving, he grabbed her hips and thrust against her.

They had, of course, had anal intercourse a number of times…but this was different. This time, when he finished, he wouldn’t only imagine being able to let go and fill her, he would actually do it. He wouldn’t be standing over the toilet, holding his thumb and forefinger tight around his own shaft to mimic the feel of her tight sphincter after he’d left the bed, and Hermione. No, this time he would finally do it.

Hermione was rocking her hips back against him, and he reached forward between her legs to stroke at her clit, supporting her body with his other arm wrapped just below her ribcage. The shower was filled with the sound of the running water, splashing off their bodies and the tiles, and their panting and groans as he continued thrusting into her. Soon, Hermione shuddered, crying out as her head fell back. Severus’s own eyes closed tightly as he held her close, spurting his semen inside her.

His head lay on her shoulder for a moment as his erection began to slacken, and just as he felt he could finally let go, he wondered if Hermione was still sure she wanted to let him do this. “Hermione…once I start, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop.” It was the absolute truth too…he had to go, and he wanted to let her know right then because if she wanted him to stop, he would have to make a quick exit from the shower.

“Severus, just…just do it, please,” Hermione panted.

Closing his eyes, and focusing on the feel of being inside Hermione, of his subsiding erection still deep in her body as she held him tightly in place, he let go.

Hermione gasped, just as he was registering the feeling of the warm fluid filling the space his cock occupied…then she groaned…in pleasure, not pain or disgust. It was so good, so warm, such complete relaxation and she was taking it, taking him. His hips shuddered as the last of the contents of his bladder emptied into Hermione. He kissed her on the back of her neck, then lay his cheek against her shoulder. He didn’t want this to end…

“Hermione…do you need to…?”

“No, not quite yet…in a little while.”

“Turn with me,” he whispered. She brought her leg off the shower bench, and bodies still firmly together, they turned and sat, his cock still inside her. “Oh, Hermione…that felt incredible,” he said when they’d sat for a few moments. Her head rested back beside his.

“Actually…that was pretty incredible for me too,” Hermione said, sounding slightly surprised.

“How did you think it would be?” he asked, concerned still that she might have gone through with something she really didn’t want to do.

“Well…like you said before, I thought it would be like a warm water enema…but it was different…I could feel it shooting up inside me. And, with you still inside me, it was just so…oh, I can’t quite describe it,” she sighed. She lay back against him a moment more, then stiffened, lifting her head. “But, um…I think I need to get up now,” she said quickly.

“Ahh, yes, of course,” he replied, realising what she likely needed. He helped her, shuddering again as her tight sphincter squeezed him as she began to stand. She managed to only allow a small amount escape when his cock pulled from her body. She exited the shower quickly, and Severus heard the gush of liquid as she emptied her bowels into the toilet. He stood in the shower then, feeling a warm contentment.

Soon, she joined him again in the shower, and they washed each other gently.

*****

“So, Severus…I hope after this you won’t be so worried about telling me something you might want to try?” Hermione asked as they sat together on the couch in her living room a while later.

“No, I won’t be…but, I think that was the only thing we hadn’t done previously that I’d ever thought of.”

“So, would you want to do that again sometime?”

“Yes, that was quite enjoyable. Thank you, I know not many would have allowed something like that. Although, I wouldn’t think urinating in your arse would be a regular occurrence,” he said with a touch of humour. Most of the time, their sex life was rather normal. It just made the times they wanted to do something a little different all the more enjoyable.

“Maybe not,” Hermione agreed. “But, I trust you, Severus. And, it’s not like I would have tried something that…er, interesting…for just anyone.”

Severus smirked at her, reaching out to catch the back of her neck and pull her close for a kiss. “So, plans for this evening?” he queried.

“Well, I heard there is a new Potions text being released at Flourish and Blots. We could go there, then…” she shrugged. “What do you want to do?”

“We could order in something to eat and read our new books,” he answered. “Unless you’d rather go somewhere else…although I’d prefer to stay away from having dinner at Hogwarts again,” he said with a scowl.

“Minerva is still after you to make an honest woman of me?” Hermione said laughing.

“She’s brought Flitwick in on the plan now too,” he replied sardonically.

“Okay, let’s just stay here then.”

“Mmm, good,” he purred in her ear when she’d sat on the couch and snuggled up with him.

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Author’s Notes of DOOM (skip if you don’t care): Thursday: You wanted to know where I got the idea for this. I saw something about doing this sort of thing a long time ago on some weird internet site. Recently, I was watching a discussion about understanding people’s fetishes, and being accepting of them. I got to thinking about why on earth anyone would do this, and the plot bunny was sparked. I held back on writing it, because I didn’t think it would interest anyone, and I doubt I’d generally read a story like this either.

But, it was also an exercise to see if I could take a squicky idea and make a readable story out of it. This isn’t a kink that excites me, or even one I’d be tempted to try (well, maybe if it was Severus Snape and he asked very nicely), but it’s been interesting to write about and hypothesize about what it might be like. And no, sorry, I’m not going to give away what my usual name is, I’d just die of embarrassment.

What I find interesting is that at this time, there are 54 reviews for this little thing, and that’s only counting the first two chapters (when I expected, at best, a few flames) with a grand total of an hour per chapter to write invested in this. I’m feeling kind of guilty here that this little silly story has garnered more reviews than some longer fics by authors who have spent lots of time and effort, and have written some truly good stories…and have been posting for months sometimes, and all this comes up in less than two days. And, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if it showed up on deleterious or something within a few days either (in fact, if it does I will sit back and laugh at the sporking).

So, I’d like to end by saying I hope everyone who has read this goes and finds a good story to review. There are some really great ones out there that aren’t getting the attention they deserve (especially on sites such as Lumos, Serpentsortia, Wolfsbane, The Burrow, and Occlumency of SycophantHex), even if all you say is ‘I’m reading and enjoying’, it makes an authors day to receive a review, especially a thoughtful one.

Now, this fic will soon be relegated to the forgotten realms of silly squick.