Snape and the Muggle woman

Questions, questions

He heard her singing in the shower, something sad about I’ve got you under my skin, she had a nice low sexy voice he noted. He decided to also take a shower because he felt sticky and being scrupulously clean about himself he did not like the feeling. He took his wand with him and placed it beside the wash basin and stepped into the shower. She, in the process of rinsing her hair, made room for him. He picked up the bar of soap, smelled it and decided it would suffice. It’s scent did not assault his senses but was fresh and smelled mostly of sandalwood with a little white musk. When she was finished rinsing she took the soap from him and rubbed it on his body, started with his back. “Turn round and let me wash al that sex of your body”, she commanded and he turned round. He just stared at her, he hated not being able to place this woman. She had been afraid of him but now she was washing him with deft quick movements, rinsing him of and handing him the bar of soap she said: “you should wash your face, it smells of seafood”. “Don’t be coarse woman” he grumbled but gave his face a good clean. When he opened his eyes she put a dollop of shampoo on her hands and asked: “Can I wash your hair sir?”. She slowly raised her hands to his hair, he took her hand, sniffed the shampoo and nodded, so she began massaging it into his scalp.

“I have to ask you some questions”, was what started their conversation. He started to ask all kinds of odd questions. Were there events she witnessed that could not be explained with just everyday physics? And no, he did not mean light behaving like a wave and also as if it consisted of particles. He had been especially exasperated with her when she tentatively brought that up. If her children had ever taken a fall when she was watching? She told him she firmly believed in guardian angels sitting on the shoulders of little children keeping them from most harm. She had meant it to be funny but she received such an odd look that she asked him “What?” Did she see things other people did not notice? “I can see it if people are not telling me the truth, that is all, ” she said hesitatingly, “but that is just because I can read their body language.”
They were in bed and she was facing away from him and he started asking questions. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck. His dark velvet voice sending shivers up and down her spine.
“I like asparagus” “True”
“I have two children.” “Not True”
“I live in a house” “Oddly enough, I think this is not true”
“I am great in bed” “You think that it is true”
“I can read your body language perfectly from here,” she moaned when he pushed his hard cock against her back.
“Very interesting property to have,” he thought to himself, he decided to observe her some more, maybe even talk to Dumbledore about her. But he would have to obliviate her for now. He would have to be very careful, not wanting to damage her spirit. But first he wanted to make love to her some more.
“My friends are always joking that I am a witch,” she said. “What do you make of me?”
He answered her by pushing her on the mattress and burying his head in her neck. “I do not think you are a witch,” he whispered in her ear, sighing sadly. “But I have slept with a lot of witches and I must say they are rather overrated.” She smiled at him and pulled him close. “You are quite a wizard concerning matters below the waist, do you think you could go down on me again?” she whispered, still smiling sweetly.
Snape loved the act of cunnilingus, loved the loss of control, the trashing and screaming of his victims. He liked it if women were reduced to begging for the release they knew he could give them. He therefore made an in depth study of it and he was very good at reading body language while buried between a woman’s legs. So he smiled and replied: “I would be delighted woman”. She liked it when he smiled, it gave her shivers in her belly.
He pushed himself up and kissed her hungrily on her mouth and then let his mouth travel to her left breast, lavishing attention on the nipple and finally moving on to her right breast. A soft moaning was coming from her throat as he sucked hard on her right nipple and his fingers played with the highly sensitized left nipple. Cupping her breasts and letting his fingers play with them some more he travelled downwards, leaving a wet trail with his tongue. Pushing her legs wider he looked at her engorged flesh, already wet from the caresses of his tongue and mouth on her body. He delicately traced his tongue over her folds and heard her cry out with anticipation. He traced his tongue around her sensitive clit all but touching it. With his fingers he opened her up and let his tongue slowly enter her. Lapping at her wetness he proceeded upwards and with his long nimble tongue circled around her sensitive spot, this time barely touching it. He heard her sharp intake of breath followed by a low moan as he first sucked on her clit and then let his tongue flick over the little nub. He felt her fingers weaving themselves in his still wet hair. His tongue proceeded to lick and his lips occasionally nipped and he felt her excitement quickly rising. Halfway to her orgasm he stopped and went back to her breasts with his mouth, letting his hard cock ride over her pink little clit. Amply lubricated his erection slid over her while he kissed her, letting one hand travel over her body. She pulled him down and kissed him back feverishly. “More woman?” he whispered in her ear. “Yes oh yes,” she moaned and he placed himself between her legs once more. He sucked and licked her hard until she was on the edge, then proceeded to lick far more subtly. His hand wandered downward over her body and she felt his finger gently probing her entrance. By that time she was moaning in earnest, bucking her hips now and again as if he was hurting her. But he knew she was not in any pain and licked very carefully on her nub while letting two fingers enter her slowly. A low grumble told him she liked this and he slowly pulled his fingers in and out of her, he could feel her climax building because he felt her muscles clamp down on his fingers. His tongue feathered over her and he smiled when she started begging: “please, please”. Suddenly pushing two more fingers in her and sucking harder made her squeal with pleasure. He pulled in and out and felt her come. She could barely refrain from screaming out loud while she gripped her hands in his hair as if to hold on for dear life. Waiting for her to stop shuddering and groaning he kept licking her softly.
When she pulled him softly up by his hair he covered her again with his warm body. She reached down and put him inside of her. He felt himself glide into her slippery wetness and pushed himself in as far as he could go and then a little further. This made her squeal again and he kept on driving in and out of her hard. He gripped her hair and pulled her head back and groaned, kissing her throat and neck. Then he gave her a long hard kiss, moaning in her mouth, while he kept on pressing himself as close to her and as deep into her as he could go. Letting go of her mouth he began nipping and sucking in her neck. He felt her clamping herself to him, her fingers on his back, pulling him close with every push. She could feel him climaxing and that brought her over the edge too, she clung to him and let herself ride the waves of ecstasy, her feeling intensified with every thrust of his hips. They collapsed exhausted and with one arm and one beautiful leg over her body they fell asleep, too spent to talk.