What Plot?

Who would have believed it? Plain Jane, book loving Hermione Granger was in fact a full on deviant vixen. Her husband was aware that the smell of a well treasured library of first edition texts could cause his wife’s knickers to dampen slightly at the thought of caressing the ancient pages. He had however been surprised by her actions this afternoon, whilst visiting the Muggle seat of power in central London.



Hermione had insisted on showing Severus around Westminster, she had squealed when they were told that the public gallery was open that afternoon. So Severus Snape found himself sat listening to the monotonous tone of each muggle minister as they questioned each other. He was just about to drift off for a nap; sleep had become a rarity since his wife had declared herself ready for a family, when Hermione’s hand slid up his denim clad thigh, brushing softly against his crotch.



“Hermione!”He hissed hoping his wife would understand the implication of the tone. “For the love of Merlin woman, we’re in a public gallery; we could be joined at any time.”



“No fear, my beloved, no one in their right mind will come and watch these imbeciles rattle on about the finer point of the European manifesto.” She continued to gently caress his crotch, wickedly and slowly she let her tongue caress her lower lip. Grabbing his hand she placed it over her own damp crotch.



“Gods, woman to you have no sobriety, where in the name of Circe and all the female deities are your knickers.”



“My gorgeous Prince, I really didn’t think there was any need for them. After all we have agreed to try for a baby, and husband dearest, I’m feeling all hot and horny thanks to the age and decorum of the place.”



“Circe, woman... you want to do it here, get down and dirty were we can be seen?”



“Severussss, I want you in me now, I want you to rut with me like animals here, now. Muggles will not be able to get here; I have placed magical wards around the entrance.” Still her finger caressed his now hardening cock.



Dropping to kneel in front of him she made short work of releasing his cock from it denim prison. Leaning in she took him within her mouth, slowly licking the length before swiping her tongue over the purple head, tasting the first of his pre-cum which lay there. Severus found his body betraying its desire to pummel the greedy young witch knelt in front of him. His hips raised slightly slipping his hardened cock further into her wanton mouth. She exploited the opportunity offered to slip his jeans down over his hips, before nuzzling into his public area. Releasing his cock she turned her attention to his balls kissing them leaving a wet trail before blowing gentle on his exposed flesh.



“Bloody Hell’s fire, woman.”



“Nurgh!”



With that Severus had pushed his wife onto her hands and knees, pushing the short summer skirt she had chosen to wear, he ground his hips against her exposed rear.



“Is this what you want witch, hard fast animal rutting, me taking you from behind as hard and fast as I can manage?”



“Yes, now Severus, hard and fast.”



With that he spread her knees slightly before positioning himself and pounding into her welcome entrance. Stilling for a moments he leaned up to her ear, and started to whisper, “Oh believe me my dear, I intend to take what you have to offer, hard and fast, deeply too.” He gently withdrew slightly from her warm wet vagina before pounding in, bottoming against her cervix causing her to scream in pleasure. “I hope you placed a silencing charm woman.”



All Hermione could do was grunt an assurance. With that Severus began the time old motion of pounding ruthlessly into his wife’s welcoming embrace, Hard and fast as she had requested. Before long she started to arch her back leaning into each one of his powerful thrusts.



It didn’t take long for Hermione to feel the tell tale signs of her orgasm building, rotating into each of his thrusts pulled her closer to the precipice. With just a few more thrusts Hermione crashed over the edge into her orgasm screaming her husbands name as the warm fire enveloped all her senses, Severus continued to pound in and out of her entrance surprised by the force with which her walls tried to milk his own body to orgasmic bliss, then in a blink of an eye it was upon him, he felt his wife’s reaction to her orgasm slick along his length and then he joined her in his own orgasmic bliss. Finally he slumped against her back.





“Circe woman, you will be the death of me before we can ever conceive a child.”



Minutes later the pair were fully clothed once more, ready to face the waiting Muggle world as if nothing untoward had just happened in the viewing gallery. Smirking, the pair left the gallery and made their way back to her parents.