Dianthus Stories
Chapter Thirty Nine - Food Things
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the HP universe, characters from same.
Sadly, I have no hope of publishing this story outside the fan fiction
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personal embarrassment, but I do promise to read it and incorporate it if I
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This is Chapter
Thirty Nine. This chapter contains, as
the title says, food things, and they
are all used in varying forms of sexual acts.
On a personal note, this may be my favorite chapter of the entire thing.
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Chapter Thirty
Nine – Food Things
Dianthus fidgeted
impatiently while he organized things to his liking.
the platter he’d placed next to him on the bed, and ran it lightly along
Dianthus’ lips. “Tell me something,” he
said softly, as he teased her with the ripe and fleshy fruit.
roommates?”
“Experiment?” she
said, tensing a little: she thought she
knew what he was talking about.
“You know, play
with them?” He slid the piece partway
into her mouth, and then pulled it away, resting his hand on her shoulder.
“No,” she
whispered. “But
wanted to. She thought we all should,
just to make sure we didn’t like girls better than boys.
of times. More than a
couple.”
“Which one was
“She asked if you
had a girlfriend.”
“Ah, yes,” he
said, frowning. “Cheeky
twit.”
“Why would you ask
me that?” she said, pushing at his hand.
He raised it to her mouth again, coating her lips with juice.
“I was just
wondering,” he said casually, watching her suck the juice from her lips, “if
you would make the connection. If you’ve
ever sucked a woman’s pussy, you might have noticed its texture bears a
remarkable resemblance to this peach.”
He pressed the slice into her open mouth, and pushed her slack jaw up to
gently bite down on it.
“Really?”
fruit, and sucked it slightly, considering its texture in a whole new light.
“Is
a lesbian?” Snape slid a piece of peach
over his own mouth.
“I think so,”
Dianthus shrugged. “She’s never come out
and said it, but yeah, I think she likes girls.”
“What about
Melanie? Does she like girls too?”
Dianthus
laughed. “I think Melanie might have
trouble making up her mind.”
“Did you watch
them playing together?”
“No,” she hissed,
scandalized. He looked skeptically at
her, and she turned her head away, remembering certain things about those
nights. “Well, it was late at night, so it
was dark.”
He turned her face
back toward him. “Did it arouse you to
hear them, Dianthus?”
“Why are you
asking me these things?” she squeaked.
“There is no shame
in what excites you,” he said quietly.
He took a fresh slice between his teeth and leaned in for her to bite
it, capturing her mouth when she did. It
was even better with the peach than with the strawberry, she thought
distractedly.
“Did you
masturbate while thad sad sex?” He was
nibbling her ear now, heading for that spot he knew drove her insane when he
touched it.
“Yes,” she said,
through gritted teeth. “
taught me how to do it, in our third year.
It was my birthday present.” Had
he slipped some Veritaserum in her champagne?
Snape
chuckled. “So I am not your first
tea, th, then?” It didn’t seem to bother
him.
“She taught
through example,” Dianthus breathed.
“I may have been
wrong about her,” he said, his hand creeping between Dianthus’ thighs.
not be such a twit after all.” He
stroked a finger down her. “The mere
thought of it has you drenched.”
“It’s the fruit,”
she said haughtily.
Snape raised his
head and gave her a condescending look.
“Speaking of fruit,” he said dryly, removing his hand from between her
legs to reach behind him. “Tell me what
you know about bananas.” He broke one
off from the bunch and held it out to her.
“Bananas?”
uncomfortably anyway; she didn’t take the banana.
“You’ve never done
anything with a banana except eat it?”
“What?” she said,
a blank look on her face. Comprehension
dawned, and she hissed, “With a banana?”
Snape rolled onto
his back and shook with laughter. “Stop
laughing at me!” Dianthus yelled, hitting his arm.
“I can’t help it,”
Snape snorted, still laughing. “I’ve
shown women some of these things,” he
waved the banana in the air. “But I’ve
never experienced the unadulterated delight of single-handedly introducing
someone to their sexuality.” He turned on
his side again. “You have no idea how
arousing it is to watch you battle to accept it.”
“I feel quite
stupid when I’m with you,” she said with a scowl.
“Not stupid, but
wholly untainted, and I must admit that I am enjoying it immensely while it
lasts.” He began to peel the
banana. “Which brings us
back to bananas.”
He held the naked
banana between his thumb and middle finger.
“Notice anything?”
“Yes,” she
mumbled, her eyes darting between his hand and his penis.
“I thought you
might,” he said approvingly. “What do
you think we should do with it?”
“You’re not
sticking that in me,” she said firmly.
“Why
not?” he asked, running the banana along her thigh.
skittered a few inches away from it.
“What if – what if
it breaks?” she said, desperately stalling for time.
“It won’t,” he
assured her in a soothing tone. “We’ll
be very careful. You should lie down.”
“Merlin’s beard,
Severus,” she whispered. “You can’t be
serious.”
“On your back,” he
said softly.
She rolled
unwillingly to her lie on her back, and he pried her legs apart with some
difficulty. “Relax, Dianthus,” he
urged. “If you don’t like it, we’ll stop
immediately.”
“You promise?”
“I promise,” he
said gravely, though she could see the amusement he was trying to hide.
The banana was
cold against her skin, and she inhaled audibly.
He pressed the tip against her opening, pushing it into her bit by
bit. It wasn’t quite as thick as his
erect penis, and it had a much rougher surface, but felt oddly similar in other
ways. so far?”
“Yes,” she said
shortly.
“Then why don’t
you relax a bit?” She tried not to think
of the fact that he was fucking her with a piece of fruit, and opened her legs
a little wider. “That’s right,” he said,
pushing the banana back into her. Her body
was starting to respond to it, even though she was still fighting the
sensation. She realized her hips were
rocking slightly up to meet his short thrusts.
He was moving the banana more quickly now.
charm placed over it to give it this almost furry texture, and he was teasing
her with these shallow movements…
She gave a quiet
gasp as he pressed it more fully into her – she could feel the heat of his
fingers briefly against her before he pulled back.
softer. Her muscles were contracting
involuntarily around it, trying to pull it deeper, shivering as it scraped softly
against her. She moaned and said, “I
don’t like it that you’re always right.”
“I would think
you’d be quite used to that by now,” he smirked, but he deliberately withdrew
the banana before she could retort, and tossed it back on the platter.
“What’d you do
that for?” she demanded. “I was just
beginning to enjoy it!”
“Time marches on,”
he said smoothly, plucking the largest ice cube from the glass she’d rattled at
him earlier. He threw the cube in his
mouth and climbed over her leg, positioning his head between her thighs.
“Severus, no,” she
said, but his mouth was already on her, and the cold from the ice cube bit into
her. Totally unprepared, she shrieked
and bucked as he held it to her, almost deadening the feeling there.
tongue along her, meeting her burning flesh with an equally searing cold, and
the combination made her shriek again.
“Don’t stop,” she
gasped. He swirled icy droplets of water
around her, and pushed the ice into her, only to suck it noisily bout,out,
bathing her with bracing coolness even as her temperature skyrocketed.
When the ice had
completely melted, he continued his attack, reaching nonchalantly for a slice
of peach from the tray. It, too, felt
slightly furry as he slid it inside her and sucked it into his mouth.
for a second later he had another slice and was repeating procprocess.
slice as well, sliding it over her mouth before she sucked it in.
full attention to licking and stroking her, massaging her with both thumbs all
the while, until she had devoured the remaining pieces.
To her immense
frustration, he pulled away again. “What
the fuck?” she hissed.
“I knew you’d like
the ice,” he said smugly, if a tad bit breathlessly.
I’m surprised you didn’t peek in here earlier.”
He removed the lid from the little pot, and dipped three fingers in
it. It was filled with honey.
to her pubic area, and smeared the honey thickly over her.
“Give that a go,”
he said encouragingly.
She didn’t
hesitate. In moments the honey had grown
warm and thin between her eager fingers.
Snape dipped into the pot again and coated both of her breasts before
leaning in to clean them off with his mouth.
Soon she was sticky all over, as he dribbled honey down her arms, and
n hen her stomach, even her feet, washing each area with his tongue before
moving on to the next. Dianthus was
writhing and squirming as she worked, and she moaned particularly loudly when
Snape got around to sucking her toes.
Finally he knocked
her hands away and pressed his mouth to her, and this time she grabbed his
hair, determined to keep him there. His
movements were no longer merely teasing, but rough and swift, and in what felt
like seconds tendrils of fire were spreading from her groin throughout her
body, and she shouted his name and her approval repeatedly.
“Oh, fuck,
Dianthus,” Snape groused. “Your hands
are stuck in my hair. Move with me,
now.” He carefully crawled up to his
pillow, wincing when she accidentally yanked several hairs from his head, and
retrieved his wand from its usual place.
“Scourgify,” he barked, pointing the wand at
his head. The honey disappeared, and her
hands were freed from his hair. She
couldn’t help giggling while he repeated the spell several times, cleaning both
the sheets and their bodies, which were smeared with various drying and tacky
fluids.
“Wow,” Dianthus
breathed, when it seemed that Snape was finally satisfied that every bit of
honey was gone. He pushed his wand back
under his pillow and looked anxiously at her.
“I know that was a
lot,” he said, a touch of apology in his voice, as he rolled on top of
her. “But we only have this night.”
“Don’t remind me,”
Dianthus said, making herself more comfortable
underneath him. She forced a brave look
onto her face. “Just fuck my brains
out.”
“You still want to
be fucked?” he whispered, hardly moving inside her.
Dianthus.” He hiked her legs higher on
his waist. “Let’s make love this
time.” an>Han>He held her to him with one arm,
but his free hand wandered her face, and he stared at her as if he was
determined to memorize her features. She
was suddenly certain he was planning to leave her soon after they finished.
“When – when–” she
tried to speak through the increasingly large lump in her throat, but he
covered her mouth with his hand.
“
urgently. “I can’t–”
Dianthus twined
her hands in his dark hair and pulled his mouth to hers.
experiencing such delight while her heart felt like it was breaking.
years ahead. Suddenly they stretched
like a never-ending chasm before her.
Shosedosed her eyes and forced her tears to subside.
Snape kissed her
eyelids, her cheeks, her ear, any part of her he could
reach, murmuring words of comfort all the while.
over his shoulders, arching her back, frantic to bring her body closer to his,
to imprint the feeling of him on her skin.
She focused on
their movements, on the rhythm, on extracting as much pleasure
as she could before he left, trying to push the impending separation from her
mind. Her breath quickened and her blood
surged, but then it was happening too quickly, it would be over far too soon.
she needed air, more than she needed air, more than she had ever needed
anything. She had to delay the ending,
and his departure.
“Come for me,” he
whispered. “Come for me, Dianthus.”
defying his insistent words in her ear.
“Dianthus, don’t resist, let go,” he pleaded.
her body, but she struggled against him, not ready for it to end.
“No, Severus,” she
groaned desperately. “Don’t stop,
please–”
“I won’t, I
promise, but you must trust me. Cara
begged hoarsely, and with a broken cry, she stiffened beneath him and they came
together, lost in a confusion of tongues and grasping hands and long, slow
thrusts.
A sob tore through
her, but she choked it quickly back. He
covered her body fully with his and held her tightly to him, stroking her hair
and murmuring soothing words into her neck until her trembling subsided.
down at her. “You should sleep,” he
said.
“I’m fine,” she
said dully. In truth, she was exhausted.
“Do you want to
talk now?”
“No.”
He studied
her. “So you just want to fuck me, and
no need to talk?” She couldn’t muster
the energy to rise to his bait – perhaps it was this that made him roll off her
and pull her gently into a sitting position.
“Come on,” he said. “We’ll take a
nice long shower, and then we’ll have some tea.”