The Spoken Word
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
5,043
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 4
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Slowly but forcefully he pushed past the slick folds and drove into her. She gasped as he pushed deeper, stretching her walls to accommodate his engorged member until it was buried to the hilt. Snape groaned as her moist flesh clamped round him, whoever had taken her before couldn’t have been anywhere near his own proportions, she felt as good as any virgin. Holding himself still he reached round and placed his elegant hand between her thighs.
“Do you see now the advantages of listening when I speak?” he purred as his fingers began to massage her tender bud, making her push against him even more. The young witch didn’t answer, she was too overwhelmed by the sensations he was causing, that wouldn’t do, he wanted her full attention. Pulling out of her with considerable effort, leaving just his tip resting inside he spoke once again, more demandingly this time.
“Answer me, girl.” his voice was harsh and commanding.
“Yes, professor.” she panted and he rammed back into her hard. Every part of her was filled with him, and the pain that he caused was the most delicious thing she had ever experienced. His hand worked her clit expertly as he continued slamming against her fleshy backside until she could feel the familiar bundle of excitement build in the pit of her stomach.
He could feel the orgasm building up around his pumping cock and he allowed himself a small smile.
“I want to hear you come. Do not try to restrain yourself, understood.” his voice dripped with lust. Responding to his honeyed voice instantly, with short ragged breaths punctuated by low guttural moans, she gave in completely to the waves of bliss that rolled over her. As she hit her crescendo she couldn’t help but cry out, calling out his name and babbling incoherently.
Snape increased his pace as she cried out, her pulsing channel drawing him deep inside. Grabbing her hips with both hands he pounded against her relentlessly until he could feel his own climax threatening to engulf him. His balls tightened and in one swift move he pulled out just before he came. He arched his back and looked down at the bare skin in front of him as the thick, pearlescent ropes hit her buttocks and lower back. Shuddering with the force he steadied himself against her as his release played out. Completely spent he cast a quick cleansing spell on them both before he tucked himself back into his trousers and fastened them. The dazed witch remained silent as he walked away towards his potions cupboard.
“You may get dressed” the disembodied voice instructed as bottles clinked on the shelves. She was still reeling from the intensity of her orgasm, her hands fumbled with her clothing as she thought about that evening’s bizarre scenario. Only in her fantasies would she even have dared to imagine anything like that
She had just fastened the last buttons on her blouse when he reappeared holding a small phial.
“Drink that.” he instructed and handed it to her. She drank the potion down in one, giving the empty bottle back to him.
“That will prevent any unfortunate side-effects.” he stated as he took it off her. The young witch continued to put on her robes as the professor sat back behind his desk nonchalantly, as though nothing had happened, and scanned his schedule. He spoke to her without looking up.
“Before I dismiss you let me explain a few things. I now know you can follow instructions without question, I expect you to do so. If you continue to disrespect me in class this will have been a one off incident. However, if your performance improves I will be inclined to reward you with something other than house points. Is that clear?”
Her stomach filled with butterflies at the implications in his words “Yes, sir.” If there was a chance of this situation being replayed she would do anything.
“Good. You may go.”
Smirking to himself he looked up as the door closed behind her. He doubted there would be anymore problems with that one and he poured himself another whisky from the bottle in his desk. Sipping his drink he thoughtfully looked at the schedule in front of him. Detention tomorrow night with a witch from Gryffindor that had a tendency to speak out of turn. Leaning back in his chair he swirled the amber fluid in quiet contemplation. He would teach the insufferable know-it-all when it was appropriate for her to open her mouth.
Slowly but forcefully he pushed past the slick folds and drove into her. She gasped as he pushed deeper, stretching her walls to accommodate his engorged member until it was buried to the hilt. Snape groaned as her moist flesh clamped round him, whoever had taken her before couldn’t have been anywhere near his own proportions, she felt as good as any virgin. Holding himself still he reached round and placed his elegant hand between her thighs.
“Do you see now the advantages of listening when I speak?” he purred as his fingers began to massage her tender bud, making her push against him even more. The young witch didn’t answer, she was too overwhelmed by the sensations he was causing, that wouldn’t do, he wanted her full attention. Pulling out of her with considerable effort, leaving just his tip resting inside he spoke once again, more demandingly this time.
“Answer me, girl.” his voice was harsh and commanding.
“Yes, professor.” she panted and he rammed back into her hard. Every part of her was filled with him, and the pain that he caused was the most delicious thing she had ever experienced. His hand worked her clit expertly as he continued slamming against her fleshy backside until she could feel the familiar bundle of excitement build in the pit of her stomach.
He could feel the orgasm building up around his pumping cock and he allowed himself a small smile.
“I want to hear you come. Do not try to restrain yourself, understood.” his voice dripped with lust. Responding to his honeyed voice instantly, with short ragged breaths punctuated by low guttural moans, she gave in completely to the waves of bliss that rolled over her. As she hit her crescendo she couldn’t help but cry out, calling out his name and babbling incoherently.
Snape increased his pace as she cried out, her pulsing channel drawing him deep inside. Grabbing her hips with both hands he pounded against her relentlessly until he could feel his own climax threatening to engulf him. His balls tightened and in one swift move he pulled out just before he came. He arched his back and looked down at the bare skin in front of him as the thick, pearlescent ropes hit her buttocks and lower back. Shuddering with the force he steadied himself against her as his release played out. Completely spent he cast a quick cleansing spell on them both before he tucked himself back into his trousers and fastened them. The dazed witch remained silent as he walked away towards his potions cupboard.
“You may get dressed” the disembodied voice instructed as bottles clinked on the shelves. She was still reeling from the intensity of her orgasm, her hands fumbled with her clothing as she thought about that evening’s bizarre scenario. Only in her fantasies would she even have dared to imagine anything like that
She had just fastened the last buttons on her blouse when he reappeared holding a small phial.
“Drink that.” he instructed and handed it to her. She drank the potion down in one, giving the empty bottle back to him.
“That will prevent any unfortunate side-effects.” he stated as he took it off her. The young witch continued to put on her robes as the professor sat back behind his desk nonchalantly, as though nothing had happened, and scanned his schedule. He spoke to her without looking up.
“Before I dismiss you let me explain a few things. I now know you can follow instructions without question, I expect you to do so. If you continue to disrespect me in class this will have been a one off incident. However, if your performance improves I will be inclined to reward you with something other than house points. Is that clear?”
Her stomach filled with butterflies at the implications in his words “Yes, sir.” If there was a chance of this situation being replayed she would do anything.
“Good. You may go.”
Smirking to himself he looked up as the door closed behind her. He doubted there would be anymore problems with that one and he poured himself another whisky from the bottle in his desk. Sipping his drink he thoughtfully looked at the schedule in front of him. Detention tomorrow night with a witch from Gryffindor that had a tendency to speak out of turn. Leaning back in his chair he swirled the amber fluid in quiet contemplation. He would teach the insufferable know-it-all when it was appropriate for her to open her mouth.