In the Dungeon Damp and Dark
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,698
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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More Napkins, Please?
The sight before him stunned the very words from his mouth. She was lying on a transfigured bed, her robes splayed around her, skirt hitched to her waist, and her fingers languidly moving against herself under a nearly sheer scrap of silk that was supposedly her knickers.
“I thought you might like dessert?” she queried with as much innocence as she could muster.
“Yes, indeed, I would,” hissed the Potions master.
“I hope you like pie?”
~*~
“Cream pie,” he assured her stepping into the classroom, and closing the door behind himself.
“Then, you shall like the menu tonight,” purred the witch.
He moved closer to the bed, taking in their surroundings as he did. Slowly, she eased her hand free and sat up, hiding her well-trimmed thatch of hair and glistening pink lips from his view. She shimmied off the bed to meet him at the edge and began to undo his many, many buttons.
Snape grabbed her wrists, whispering, “Would you feel more comfortable in my private quarters?”
“Perhaps … later,” she murmured. “Now, before the cream … spoils,” she demanded. He grinned, widely, with a hint of feral promise then released her wrists. Immediately, she stripped him of his heavy outer coat and began on his crisp white shirt. Obligingly, he set to work on his trousers, kicked off his boots, and stripped himself naked to speed up the service.
Laughing softly, she undid her single silver button at the throat of her dress and shrugged it as well as her robes straight to the floor. Its soft material rippled fluidly over her skin, settling in a blue-gray pool at her feet. Snape reached between her breasts to undo the clasp and she hooked her thumbs into the tiny little silk strings on her barely-there knickers and let them drop to the floor as well. This time, she grabbed his hands and pulled him with her onto the raised bed.
“Nice wand work,” he complimented said same bed.
“Mercí, Professor Snape.” She giggled, then added, “Ultérior, you will demonstrate your wand work, peut-être?”
“Naturellement, mademoiselle. But, not now?”
“Non. Now, we eat.” She forcefully guided him into place on the bed then shifted over his supine form to bring herself face to face with his wand.
“Yes, eat,” he succinctly agreed as she took her first lick and he propped the pillows under his head to reach her offered pie with more ease. First, he sniffed, drawing the coolness from the air in the dungeon damp and dark over her hot lips and taking a deep draft of her unique scent. All the muscles in his back tensed and he arched his pelvis higher when she encircled the base of his shaft and testicles with one hand while scratching her nails gently along the inside of his thigh, from knee to the crease where leg met trunk. Her lips gently probed around the ledge where his head melded into turgid shaft and he threw his head back into the pillows, groaning, and bumping his chin into her clit.
“I thought you might like dessert?” she queried with as much innocence as she could muster.
“Yes, indeed, I would,” hissed the Potions master.
“I hope you like pie?”
~*~
“Cream pie,” he assured her stepping into the classroom, and closing the door behind himself.
“Then, you shall like the menu tonight,” purred the witch.
He moved closer to the bed, taking in their surroundings as he did. Slowly, she eased her hand free and sat up, hiding her well-trimmed thatch of hair and glistening pink lips from his view. She shimmied off the bed to meet him at the edge and began to undo his many, many buttons.
Snape grabbed her wrists, whispering, “Would you feel more comfortable in my private quarters?”
“Perhaps … later,” she murmured. “Now, before the cream … spoils,” she demanded. He grinned, widely, with a hint of feral promise then released her wrists. Immediately, she stripped him of his heavy outer coat and began on his crisp white shirt. Obligingly, he set to work on his trousers, kicked off his boots, and stripped himself naked to speed up the service.
Laughing softly, she undid her single silver button at the throat of her dress and shrugged it as well as her robes straight to the floor. Its soft material rippled fluidly over her skin, settling in a blue-gray pool at her feet. Snape reached between her breasts to undo the clasp and she hooked her thumbs into the tiny little silk strings on her barely-there knickers and let them drop to the floor as well. This time, she grabbed his hands and pulled him with her onto the raised bed.
“Nice wand work,” he complimented said same bed.
“Mercí, Professor Snape.” She giggled, then added, “Ultérior, you will demonstrate your wand work, peut-être?”
“Naturellement, mademoiselle. But, not now?”
“Non. Now, we eat.” She forcefully guided him into place on the bed then shifted over his supine form to bring herself face to face with his wand.
“Yes, eat,” he succinctly agreed as she took her first lick and he propped the pillows under his head to reach her offered pie with more ease. First, he sniffed, drawing the coolness from the air in the dungeon damp and dark over her hot lips and taking a deep draft of her unique scent. All the muscles in his back tensed and he arched his pelvis higher when she encircled the base of his shaft and testicles with one hand while scratching her nails gently along the inside of his thigh, from knee to the crease where leg met trunk. Her lips gently probed around the ledge where his head melded into turgid shaft and he threw his head back into the pillows, groaning, and bumping his chin into her clit.