#8 ~ A Rather Catty Situation

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Chapter 4 ~ Submitting

Severus stared into the fire, his dark eyes catching the light. The firewhiskey coursing through his veins was doing an inadequate job of dulling his memories. He still was angry. Albus was always referencing his dark days in some obscure way, resurrecting remembrances he would rather leave buried. Just because he had been recruited as a deatheater in the lower halls of the castle was no reason to saddle him with escorting some clerk through the dismal place. The truth was he never wanted to see the lower castle again, now he was forced to.

They had done things down there beneath Hogwarts. Taken young witches there to recruit. They weren’t raped per se, but they were required to service the members if they wanted to join the ranks. That was where he received his initial education with women. He had only had one sexual encounter before he joined the deatheaters, and that encounter was not based on love or lust, but punishment. A girl he had loved had been unfaithful with Sirius Black, when Severus had never touched her, and when the girl had tried to make it up to him sexually, he had brutalized her. As a young deatheater, he did the same to the female recruits. If any witch held the dark mark, you could be sure she had been ravaged by several deatheaters simultaneously before she received it.

Although Severus never took part in the brutal rapes and murders of the Dark Revels, he had enjoyed fucking the recruits, who were mostly snooty, pureblood witches so desperate to join the Dark Lord, they would do anything to anyone who wore the coveted dark mark. It didn’t matter if he was big-nosed, greasy-haired, solitary young potions major whom they would never take a second look at in a normal situation. He enjoyed ordering them to do shameful acts on him or another recruit or even each other if he felt inclined to watch a little girl on girl action, and they would do it, hoping he would recommend them for membership. And when he fucked them, he made sure they knew they’d been fucked. Voldemort or Tom as he was known then, used to summon Severus when he first joined, just to watch him brutalize the recruited witches with his huge cock. All this happened beneath Hogwarts. Where he was taking Odessa in two days.

Eventually, they moved their activities from the castle, and the deatheaters began kidnapping, raping and killing muggles and muggle-borns in horrible ways. Severus wanted no parts of this, and told Voldemort he no longer was interested in fucking women, but preferred to watch and kill them afterwards. A quick death was all the young wizard could offer the unfortunate muggles and witches. He hated the revels, hated what he was part of, but saw no way out. He had witnessed the painful deaths of deatheaters who wanted to quit. You didn’t leave the Dark Lord’s service except by one way. Oblivion. He regretted taking the Mark, and becoming part of Voldemort’s madness. That was when he turned himself in to Dumbledore to be killed or sent to Azkaban, and when Dumbledore turned him into a spy.

In the bedroom, Hermione took out her wand and applied the relaxo spell to her throat. They hadn’t used it in this way for a very long time, and Hermione thought this might be a good time to reacquaint Severus to its charms. Putting her wand down on the small table by the bed, she rose, tiptoed to the bedroom door and peeked out at her husband, who was holding his drink in his hand and staring into space. She sneaked into the study.

Severus was so deep in his thoughts, that he didn’t hear Hermione enter the room. Dressed in the cotton shift, she walked stealthily in front of him and went into role-play mode. She kneeled on the floor a short distance in front of him, and bowed her forehead to the floor. She didn’t say a word. She knelt there, waiting for him to notice her. Finally, his eyes shifted toward the fireplace and he saw her there. He frowned.

“Hermione,” he said thickly, “what are you doing?” he asked.

Hermione remained in that position.

“Waiting to do your bidding, sir. I won’t do anything without your say, sir. I am here to serve you, sir,” she said, not lifting her head.

“Go to bed,” he growled.

“Except that, sir,” she replied, still not lifting her head, “unless you come with me.”

Severus considered this. In his clouded brain, he remembered the recruits. They acted much the same way. He looked at his wife in that prone position, and felt himself getting aroused. She wanted to play, eh?

“You’ll do anything I say?” he asked her, just to make sure she knew what she was agreeing to.

“Yes, sir,” she replied.

He considered her and took a small sip of his firewhiskey, setting the glass back on the table with a thump.

“Rise to your knees and look at me,” he said in a low voice. “Slowly.”

Hermione lifted herself up slowly, feeling a sense of victory. She had drawn him from his dark revelry. She wasn’t sure at what cost, though. He didn’t sound like himself. She was on her knees now, looking into his hooded eyes, which flicked over the cotton shift she wore. He could see her hard nipples pressing against the fabric, and licked his lips.

“Lift your hair slowly and let it fall back down over your shoulders and back,” he said, leaning forward a little. Hermione slowly lifted her chestnut hair, her eyes on his face, and let it fall softly around her shoulders. Severus’ eyes glittered.

“Now,” he breathed, “run both your hands down your neck, over your breasts and down your belly.”

Hermione was getting turned on. She placed both hands alongside her neck, and drew them down, caressing her body in the way he asked, passing her palms over her breasts, sighing as she smoothed over the hard peaks of her nipples and slid them sensuously over her belly, letting them come to rest on her thighs. Her eyes were dark as she looked at him. Her arousal was evident.

Watching his wife caress her own body at his command and turn herself on had made Severus quite hard. He wanted to see more.

“Pull your shift up to your waist,” he said, waving his hand upward.

Hermione obliged him, raising each knee to slip the fabric out from under them, then sliding the shift slowly up, revealing her thighs and stopping at her waist. She held it there with both hands, looking wanton as possible. Severus sucked in air. She looked delicious.

“Open your knees wide, so I can see the prize,” he growled.

Hermione shifted, spreading her knees wider so he could see the triangle of her soft pubic hair. She was so turned on. She felt herself practically dripping.

“Play with your pussy. Make yourself feel good,” Severus whispered, his eyes feral as he unbuttoned his pants and released his swollen cock. He leaned back, and wrapped his hand around it, watching his wife expectantly.

Hermione slid her hand between her thighs with a moan, feeling her own heat and wetness. She began to rub herself slowly, savoring the slide of her own fingers over her sensitive hot flesh, massaging her clit, and gasping gently at the sensation and the thrill of her husband watching her pleasure herself. Severus began to work his fist over his cock slowly. She spread her juices over her pussy, groaning, starting to move her hand faster. She felt a knot of pleasure forming in her belly, and her eyes went half-lidded as her body buckled upward.

“Go, baby,” Severus breathed, watching her, his hand moving faster.

Hermione began moaning as she moved her fingers back and forth over her clit, her lubrication dripping down, soaking her hand. The air was full of the musky scent of her arousal as she worked herself toward her peak, unaware of Severus now, her fingers twiddling her twat desperately as her pelvis hunched forward and back, the bubble growing, growing, the pleasure so intense she was whimpering, trying her best to bring herself to the level she needed to burst the ballooning inside her,

“Fuck!” she breathed. Severus bucked up at the sudden obscenity.

“Come, Hermione, come, baby,” he groaned, his hand flying up and down his shaft.

Hermione pushed two fingers inside herself, working them frantically, biting her lower lip, perspiration running down her face and throat, wetting the top of her shift. She could feel the pressure building. Her eyes flew open as the dam burst and she shrieked, bouncing on her fingers as the orgasm hit her, soaking her hand. She went boneless and shuddered, moaning with pleasure as the waves washed over her, like ripples from the center of her being, her pussy clamping down on her fingers, pulsing strongly.

“Yes! Gods yes!” Severus gasped as his cock spurted, shooting creamy come high into the air, falling back on his robes and his fisting hand. He leaned forward, groaning as his cock continued to pump out his seed, his black hair a curtain around his face. He rocked, breathing heavily as the pulse of his seed slowed to a halt. He fell back into the chair, his hot eyes on his wife, who was sitting on the floor, her knees under her, panting softly, returning his gaze.

“That was good,” he said breathlessly, “for a start.”

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A/N: More lemons to come. Please review.