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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
43
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35,964
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333
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1
Currently Reading:
3
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Private Manipulations
A/N: Just thought I’d leave you all with a bit of a lemony snicket!
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Chapter 31—Private Manipulations
She awoke in the middle of the night in a large fluffy bed, and sat up to peer curiously around the room. She was in Snape’s bed, and alone. Someone must have carried her in and changed her clothes too. The overlarge t-shirt she wore was just barely long enough to cover her little pink panties. She had been changed out of her orange pair.
The thought that Snape might have seen her pink nether regions again, made her smile and press the heel of her hand over her clit to assuage the pulsing craving she suddenly felt. Maybe he touched her just a little. That thought made her dip her hand under her panties and into her wet slit. It was obviously late. Looking outside of the westward-facing window, she noticed Mercury setting on the horizon and smiled. That would explain the silence that dominated the house. She decided to use that to her advantage. After all, if Snape were to come in, he would have been in earlier.
She tentatively touched her fleshy little nub under the blankets, and spread her legs. Thinking of how naughty she was being, masturbating in her ex-husband’s bed, made her shiver with the first small wave of pleasure. She stayed under the covers in the hopes that it would trap her aroused scent, and he would smell it again the next time he lay down to sleep. She dipped her fingers in between her floral vaginal lips before returning the wet fingers to her clitoris again.
She really had no desire to take her manipulations slow, so she swirled her fingers over her clit at a gradually increasing pace. Despite believing that she was alone, she still wouldn’t allow any sounds, aside from heavier breathing and the squicky sounds of her juices, to escape. Eventually, her climax approached, and she released a soft moan of pleasure. The tale-tale form of her ex-husband’s name nearly escaped her, but she held it back, releasing only a sibilant, “Sssssssssss…” to the night.
Breathing heavily, it took her a moment to come down from her natural high. When she felt she had recovered, she swung her legs out to the side to go wash up, and put her feet down on a rather firm body. Before she even had a chance to register that she had stepped on Snape, his wand was aimed at her head. She yanked her legs back up and squeaked. “What are you doing?”
He gave her his most serious glare. “Trying to sleep.” She somehow doubted that as his sleep pants looked a bit tented in the front and his pale chest was flushed.
“Well… why are you on the floor?” She covered her embarrassment by attempting to embarrass him.
“Because you’re in the bed.”
She looked behind her at the vast bed with less than half the covers disturbed. “But there’s more than enough room for you here.”
“No, thank you.”
She immediately felt hurt. “Why?”
He wanted to avoid answering, but he could tell that she was misunderstanding his intentions, so he was direct and honest. “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
The warm heat that pooled between her legs surged with a new flood at his proclamation and was not unwelcome. She had found it difficult to live with him on a daily basis without the ability to be sexually satisfied by him. In fact, she had to admit that when she first woke up it was from a sexual dream anyway. She seriously considered masturbating again. She imagined he would join her. He had once been her husband after all. He couldn’t feel totally repulsed by her. Hermione shyly battled with how to respond, and her randy desire won in the end. “What if I wanted you to?” She asked.
Snape had been in the middle of stretching when she made her offer, and he froze in place. “What was that?”
“You heard me.” She let a hand snake its way into his hair, down the side of his throat, stroking the sensitive part just over his jugular before angling his face and leaning over the edge to place an experimental kiss on his lips. “It’s not like you weren’t listening anyway.” When she began to pull away, he pulled her into his lap and deepened their kiss.
Her heart hammered in her chest as he gently took her bottom lip between his teeth. Turning to face him, she straddled his lap, wound one hand around his neck, and twined his beautiful silky black hair around her fingers. Her other hand pressed his chest under her fingertips, making him jump back. In response to her questioning gaze, he wrapped his warm hand around her little one, and blew warm cinnamon-spicy air in the opening.
“Sorry,” she whispered, and he shook his head.
When he released her hand, the cold evening air assaulted her skin, and she tucked it between their bodies at the apex of their crotches. He was hard, and she was wet. They were ready, and she was already throbbing for him. Her own privates were engorged, pink, and aching.
Snape rolled his hips to press his member into the palm of her hand, and groaned at the feeling. He took her face between his large, masculine hands and kissed her tenderly. “I’ve missed you.” He said.
“Me too.” She whispered.
She worked her hand into his sleep pants and pulled out his beautiful cock. The tip gleamed in the moonlight, and she rubbed her finger in the pearlescent drop before licking her delicate digit. His salty taste made her hungry for more, and she stood. Snape followed her lead. They removed their scant nightclothes and underwear, and Hermione climbed onto the bed.
His eyes immediately locked on her quim, the source of the evidence that he had heard correctly. She had been masturbating, and as she reached the centre of the bed, she ran her hands down there again. He stood by the side and grabbed his penis in his long-fingered hand and began to stroke the length.
“Oh, Severus!” She moaned, snapping his attention to her slightly parted lips.
“Yes?”
“Will you fuck me, Severus?”
“It depends.” He smiled.
“On what?”
“On how badly you want it.”
She sat up quickly and crawled to him taking his length in her hand and placing her mouth over the head. Her tongue circled around his length a couple times and just as suddenly as she had started, he stopped her.
His hands found her bare and slightly swollen breasts and pressed her back into the bed. His weight came down on top of her and she instinctively responded by raising her legs around his hips. With a gasp, she bowed her back until her clit came in contact with his rigid manhood.
“Oh, Hermione! Do you know what you do to me?”
Without bidding, her eyes rose to meet his and he entered her in one fluid movement, watching her chocolate-brown eyes flutter shut and her rosy pink lips parted in an “O”.
It was as though she had never gone. It was as though they had never taken the separating potion. It was as though they had been made to fit together just so. His penis was just long enough to fill her channel without hurting her, and so thick that it pressed into every bit of space that she had to offer him.
She missed his form cuddled tight to her own as he pressed into her body over and over again and the feel of his muscles rippling and contracting in his lower back as he thrust into her. His moan sent her close to the edge of her orgasm, and she could tell, as he sat back on his knees, that he was close as well.
He didn’t think he could last much longer and told her so. He could tell that she was very near her peak as well, and placed her feet on his chest. “Severus, please. Faster!”
His jaw went slack as he stared at her beauty, sprawled in his bed with her ample chest bouncing with each of his powerful thrusts, her many wild curls spread beneath her head like a heavenly pillow. He tossed his head to get his hair out of his face so that he could better stare into the eyes that held his. Her pupils dilating as she rose higher and higher.
Suddenly, he felt it. He was going to come, and he wasn’t sure that she was ready yet, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. His movements increased in speed against his will, and he released an uninhibited yell.
His worry, it turned out, was unnecessary, because the sounds of his passion drove Hermione over the edge and she too shrieked, “Severus! YES! Uhnnnnnn!” Her body convulsed, and she impulsively reached up for his head, dragging him down to kiss him deeply.
Their tongues and juices mingled both in her mouth and her soft channel. Then, like a gentleman, Snape rolled to his side, taking his weight off of her. She blinked sleepily and opened her eyes to see his wand in his hand. He quickly cleaned them up and relaxed on his back again.
Hermione suddenly felt very vulnerable. Did he want her to leave now? Did he want her to stay on her side of the bed? What was divorcée courtesy? What was casual sex courtesy? Why did she care? Then, noticing her indecision, he grabbed her with one arm and scooped her close to his side, encouraging her to lay the way they used to as a married couple. With relief, she quickly settled into the warm comfort of his strong chest, abdomen, and arms, and fell asleep.
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A/N: As always, I have a deep appreciation for my most frequent reviewers. Thank you, everyone!
1-- catysmom
2-- Queen Celestia
3-- meankitty69
4-- johanna3030
5-- slytherin-princess
6-- sslover
6-- openthedoor
7-- Sureves Epans
7-- JunoMagic
7-- lilmisblack
I would also like to thank our newest reviewers: Laurakkc and vgriffin4! Welcome and I’m so glad that you love it.
Just to let you all know. I have been writing since I was about seven years old. My stories have always been long and colourful and I have definitely had to grow in style just as much as in stature over the years. I have never before finished any of my stories. Indeed, I have never managed to get as far as I have just now, and I would like to say thank you. Thank you for encouraging me, thank you for reviewing, and thank you for being so consistent. I will finish this story and one day when I have achieved the publication and recognition from my own book, I will be able to say that I honed my skill on adult-fanfiction.org. Thank you all, and please review! It doesn’t have to be a lot, you could just put “good” or “bad” or “ix nay on the ory stay” or “…” or “???” or “!!!” or “meh…” … … … You know what I mean. I just can’t express how much that fuels my fire! I need it so much! I read a blog recently that said that no fanfic writer should do it for the reviews, and I agree in part. Reviews should not be the only reason, but they do make the little voice in my head do a happy dance and be particularly productive.
Thank you again and have a happy summer.
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Chapter 31—Private Manipulations
She awoke in the middle of the night in a large fluffy bed, and sat up to peer curiously around the room. She was in Snape’s bed, and alone. Someone must have carried her in and changed her clothes too. The overlarge t-shirt she wore was just barely long enough to cover her little pink panties. She had been changed out of her orange pair.
The thought that Snape might have seen her pink nether regions again, made her smile and press the heel of her hand over her clit to assuage the pulsing craving she suddenly felt. Maybe he touched her just a little. That thought made her dip her hand under her panties and into her wet slit. It was obviously late. Looking outside of the westward-facing window, she noticed Mercury setting on the horizon and smiled. That would explain the silence that dominated the house. She decided to use that to her advantage. After all, if Snape were to come in, he would have been in earlier.
She tentatively touched her fleshy little nub under the blankets, and spread her legs. Thinking of how naughty she was being, masturbating in her ex-husband’s bed, made her shiver with the first small wave of pleasure. She stayed under the covers in the hopes that it would trap her aroused scent, and he would smell it again the next time he lay down to sleep. She dipped her fingers in between her floral vaginal lips before returning the wet fingers to her clitoris again.
She really had no desire to take her manipulations slow, so she swirled her fingers over her clit at a gradually increasing pace. Despite believing that she was alone, she still wouldn’t allow any sounds, aside from heavier breathing and the squicky sounds of her juices, to escape. Eventually, her climax approached, and she released a soft moan of pleasure. The tale-tale form of her ex-husband’s name nearly escaped her, but she held it back, releasing only a sibilant, “Sssssssssss…” to the night.
Breathing heavily, it took her a moment to come down from her natural high. When she felt she had recovered, she swung her legs out to the side to go wash up, and put her feet down on a rather firm body. Before she even had a chance to register that she had stepped on Snape, his wand was aimed at her head. She yanked her legs back up and squeaked. “What are you doing?”
He gave her his most serious glare. “Trying to sleep.” She somehow doubted that as his sleep pants looked a bit tented in the front and his pale chest was flushed.
“Well… why are you on the floor?” She covered her embarrassment by attempting to embarrass him.
“Because you’re in the bed.”
She looked behind her at the vast bed with less than half the covers disturbed. “But there’s more than enough room for you here.”
“No, thank you.”
She immediately felt hurt. “Why?”
He wanted to avoid answering, but he could tell that she was misunderstanding his intentions, so he was direct and honest. “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
The warm heat that pooled between her legs surged with a new flood at his proclamation and was not unwelcome. She had found it difficult to live with him on a daily basis without the ability to be sexually satisfied by him. In fact, she had to admit that when she first woke up it was from a sexual dream anyway. She seriously considered masturbating again. She imagined he would join her. He had once been her husband after all. He couldn’t feel totally repulsed by her. Hermione shyly battled with how to respond, and her randy desire won in the end. “What if I wanted you to?” She asked.
Snape had been in the middle of stretching when she made her offer, and he froze in place. “What was that?”
“You heard me.” She let a hand snake its way into his hair, down the side of his throat, stroking the sensitive part just over his jugular before angling his face and leaning over the edge to place an experimental kiss on his lips. “It’s not like you weren’t listening anyway.” When she began to pull away, he pulled her into his lap and deepened their kiss.
Her heart hammered in her chest as he gently took her bottom lip between his teeth. Turning to face him, she straddled his lap, wound one hand around his neck, and twined his beautiful silky black hair around her fingers. Her other hand pressed his chest under her fingertips, making him jump back. In response to her questioning gaze, he wrapped his warm hand around her little one, and blew warm cinnamon-spicy air in the opening.
“Sorry,” she whispered, and he shook his head.
When he released her hand, the cold evening air assaulted her skin, and she tucked it between their bodies at the apex of their crotches. He was hard, and she was wet. They were ready, and she was already throbbing for him. Her own privates were engorged, pink, and aching.
Snape rolled his hips to press his member into the palm of her hand, and groaned at the feeling. He took her face between his large, masculine hands and kissed her tenderly. “I’ve missed you.” He said.
“Me too.” She whispered.
She worked her hand into his sleep pants and pulled out his beautiful cock. The tip gleamed in the moonlight, and she rubbed her finger in the pearlescent drop before licking her delicate digit. His salty taste made her hungry for more, and she stood. Snape followed her lead. They removed their scant nightclothes and underwear, and Hermione climbed onto the bed.
His eyes immediately locked on her quim, the source of the evidence that he had heard correctly. She had been masturbating, and as she reached the centre of the bed, she ran her hands down there again. He stood by the side and grabbed his penis in his long-fingered hand and began to stroke the length.
“Oh, Severus!” She moaned, snapping his attention to her slightly parted lips.
“Yes?”
“Will you fuck me, Severus?”
“It depends.” He smiled.
“On what?”
“On how badly you want it.”
She sat up quickly and crawled to him taking his length in her hand and placing her mouth over the head. Her tongue circled around his length a couple times and just as suddenly as she had started, he stopped her.
His hands found her bare and slightly swollen breasts and pressed her back into the bed. His weight came down on top of her and she instinctively responded by raising her legs around his hips. With a gasp, she bowed her back until her clit came in contact with his rigid manhood.
“Oh, Hermione! Do you know what you do to me?”
Without bidding, her eyes rose to meet his and he entered her in one fluid movement, watching her chocolate-brown eyes flutter shut and her rosy pink lips parted in an “O”.
It was as though she had never gone. It was as though they had never taken the separating potion. It was as though they had been made to fit together just so. His penis was just long enough to fill her channel without hurting her, and so thick that it pressed into every bit of space that she had to offer him.
She missed his form cuddled tight to her own as he pressed into her body over and over again and the feel of his muscles rippling and contracting in his lower back as he thrust into her. His moan sent her close to the edge of her orgasm, and she could tell, as he sat back on his knees, that he was close as well.
He didn’t think he could last much longer and told her so. He could tell that she was very near her peak as well, and placed her feet on his chest. “Severus, please. Faster!”
His jaw went slack as he stared at her beauty, sprawled in his bed with her ample chest bouncing with each of his powerful thrusts, her many wild curls spread beneath her head like a heavenly pillow. He tossed his head to get his hair out of his face so that he could better stare into the eyes that held his. Her pupils dilating as she rose higher and higher.
Suddenly, he felt it. He was going to come, and he wasn’t sure that she was ready yet, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. His movements increased in speed against his will, and he released an uninhibited yell.
His worry, it turned out, was unnecessary, because the sounds of his passion drove Hermione over the edge and she too shrieked, “Severus! YES! Uhnnnnnn!” Her body convulsed, and she impulsively reached up for his head, dragging him down to kiss him deeply.
Their tongues and juices mingled both in her mouth and her soft channel. Then, like a gentleman, Snape rolled to his side, taking his weight off of her. She blinked sleepily and opened her eyes to see his wand in his hand. He quickly cleaned them up and relaxed on his back again.
Hermione suddenly felt very vulnerable. Did he want her to leave now? Did he want her to stay on her side of the bed? What was divorcée courtesy? What was casual sex courtesy? Why did she care? Then, noticing her indecision, he grabbed her with one arm and scooped her close to his side, encouraging her to lay the way they used to as a married couple. With relief, she quickly settled into the warm comfort of his strong chest, abdomen, and arms, and fell asleep.
~~~~~
A/N: As always, I have a deep appreciation for my most frequent reviewers. Thank you, everyone!
1-- catysmom
2-- Queen Celestia
3-- meankitty69
4-- johanna3030
5-- slytherin-princess
6-- sslover
6-- openthedoor
7-- Sureves Epans
7-- JunoMagic
7-- lilmisblack
I would also like to thank our newest reviewers: Laurakkc and vgriffin4! Welcome and I’m so glad that you love it.
Just to let you all know. I have been writing since I was about seven years old. My stories have always been long and colourful and I have definitely had to grow in style just as much as in stature over the years. I have never before finished any of my stories. Indeed, I have never managed to get as far as I have just now, and I would like to say thank you. Thank you for encouraging me, thank you for reviewing, and thank you for being so consistent. I will finish this story and one day when I have achieved the publication and recognition from my own book, I will be able to say that I honed my skill on adult-fanfiction.org. Thank you all, and please review! It doesn’t have to be a lot, you could just put “good” or “bad” or “ix nay on the ory stay” or “…” or “???” or “!!!” or “meh…” … … … You know what I mean. I just can’t express how much that fuels my fire! I need it so much! I read a blog recently that said that no fanfic writer should do it for the reviews, and I agree in part. Reviews should not be the only reason, but they do make the little voice in my head do a happy dance and be particularly productive.
Thank you again and have a happy summer.