A Maid in the Devil's Manor
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Dinner
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Chapter 43 ~ Dinner
Severus stared down at the table in amazement. First, Eli must have decided that he and Hermione sitting across from each other was not proper in-outie protocol, because the dinner table that Severus was looking at was like nothing he had ever seen before.
The elf had made the table triangular, so whatever side they took they would be sitting perpendicular to each other instead of opposite. Then he had placed the chairs close to the apex of the same corner so they were next to each other. And there wasn’t a single utensil in sight. Everything on the table was to be eaten by hand. The intent of the meal was obvious by the foods that were present. There was a wide variety ranging from vegetables, meats and fruits.
Eli was as subtle as a herd of charging bicorns. Erection-shaped marinated mushrooms, labia-shaped dried figs, and engorged cockheaded plums screamed in-outie from the innocent platters they rested on. A bowl of peeled bananas sat in white chocolate syrup, ready for dripping, erotic consumption. There were other foods, less conspicuous by shape, but overtly sexual by the way they would be consumed. A single large artichoke sat on a platter in the center of the table, the leaves ready to be plucked and drawn through the teeth to remove the succulent, buttery flesh. Other foods inspired sucking fingers clean, such as the apple slices ready to dip in honey, thin slices of crunchy honey comb, a variety of cubed cheeses dribbled with truffle and/or olive oil, or Lavender honey, and glistening sweet and sour chicken wingettes.
There was also a large variety of delicious finger foods in general, presented as samplers. Eggplant pockets filled with herbed ricotta cheese, tomato & basil tarts, tomato, goat cheese and basil Bites, goat cheese tartlets, crab meat bacon rolls, stuffed eggs, zucchini parmesan slices, chicken croquettes, stuffed avocados, salmon & cucumber bites, and crab fritters
The most phallic presentation on the table was the large bowl of sausages which consisted of large kielbasas, small cocktail franks, medium sized Italian sausages and a few bangers. Looking at them, Severus wondered if Hermione liked sausages. He hoped so. He’d enjoy the suggestiveness of her eating them.
There were a number of libations, ranging from white and red wines to pumpkin juice. As Severus looked down at the sexually inspired dinner, Hermione quietly walked up to the open veranda doors and stood looking at him, her heart pounding so loudly in her chest that she thought he must hear it. Maybe he did, because he looked up and saw her standing there. His black eyes swept her body, glinting approval at the Slytherin colored dress she wore, and the way her hair was swept up and clipped, showing the delicious nape of her neck. His eyes dropped to her small bare feet, and for a moment he thought about sucking her toes. His eyes flickered back to her face, searching her eyes and seeing the excitement there, just beneath the surface. She looked beautiful, almost too beautiful for words.
Hermione’s eyes ran over the table.
“I’ve never seen so much food that said SEX before,” she breathed, grinning. “The elves?”
Severus nodded. He walked over to her, and took her gently by the hand. His contact burned, and Hermione’s eyes shot to his face, showing him what she felt. He walked her over to the triangular table and pulled out her chair for her. He then seated himself.
“You look beautiful, Hermione…absolutely lovely,” he said sincerely, opening up a napkin and laying it on his lap.
“Thank you Severus,” Hermione replied, “You look quite nice yourself,” she said, eyeing the buttons on his shirt. Those would be the first to go. The Potions Master gave her a small smile.
“Thank you,” he replied. He looked at the food, then at Hermione. “Well, let’s enjoy our meal.”
Hermione looked over the table.
“There’s no utensils,” she said.
“No. We have to eat with our fingers,” Severus replied, admiring her.
Hermione gave him a little wicked grin. Time to go for broke.
“Oh, I love big, fat, juicy kielbasas!” she exclaimed, picking up the largest piece of sausage and wrapping her mouth around it. She planned to drive him crazy.
Severus’ bottom lip hung a bit as he watched Hermione slurp the sausage, sucking out the juices much more erotically than necessary. He hardened instantly at her wanton display. So, she was going to be this way again, eh?
”Hermione, are you trying to arouse me?” he asked her.
She pulled the sausage out of her mouth with a pop. Severus stifled a groan.
“Why?” she asked, “Is it working?”
“Yes,” he hissed.
“Good,” she said, sliding the meat back into her mouth. This time she bit it and actually started chewing.
Severus looked at the table. His black eyes fell on the dried figs, then shifted up to Hermione, who was consuming the sausage and watching him. He reached over and picked up a fig, showing it to her. It did look a little like the lips of a pussy. Hermione’s eyes glazed over as he licked the piece of fruit slowly and suggestively, running the tip of his tongue inside the opening, his eyes on her.
“Severus, are you trying to arouse me? Because if you are, it’s working,” Hermione said in a husky voice, her amber eyes fixed on his mouth as he licked, sucked and nibbled the blatantly sexual fruit. Hermione pressed her thighs together to fight the tingling she felt in her clit. She bit her lip, and squirmed in her chair a bit. They were sitting close, so Severus saw her legs tighten, and his nostrils flared as he popped the fig into his mouth and chewed it, his eyes resting on her thighs.
Hermione saw where his eyes rested, and felt herself getting wet. She desperately looked at the table again, and her eyes fell on the peeled bananas resting in the white chocolate syrup. Severus looked up, followed her gaze and saw what she was looking at.
“No,” he thought, his cock throbbing terribly, “Not the bananas in syrup, Hermione.”
Hermione smirked at him as if reading his mind. She reached over and slowly lifted a banana, letting the syrup drip from the tip of it. Severus watched, swallowing as she dipped the banana back into the syrup, collecting more on the tip. Tilting the banana slightly so as not to drip the syrup on the table, she lifted it high over her face…
Severus was actually shaking his head in negation as she slowly inverted it, lifting her face and catching the drips of white syrup in her mouth. Some got on her lip, and she looked at him, her eyes glowing, and licked the white liquid off her lip with her tongue. Severus’ mouth dropped open, then he closed his eyes as his cock gave a powerful throb. His black eyes opened, burning into hers.
“Hermione…if you keep this up, we’re not going to make it through dinner,” he groaned.
Hermione felt triumphant as she heard his groan of desire. She slid the banana into her mouth, the syrup pooling on her lips as she slid the fruit between them. Severus gripped the table with both hands, leaning toward her impulsively. Hermione bit the banana and licked the syrup from around her mouth with one circular motion of her pink tongue.
Severus stared at her mouth, then said…”Hermione, you make me want to replace that fruit with something else…”
“In a little while, Severus,” she answered him, “I think I might want to replace it with something else too…your cock.”
It was like an explosion went off in the Potion Master’s brain. In a moment he was out of his seat, snatching Hermione up from hers and pulling her to him roughly, pressing his body tight to hers, rubbing his cock hard against her so she felt his arousal, and thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth, tasting her for the first time.
For Hermione it was sensory overload. She wrestled back with her tongue, and worked her body against his cock, moaning with desire as his hands slipped down over her hips, then around to her ass, his fingers gripping her buttocks, pulling her tight against him as he raped her mouth hungrily.
Severus was ready to fuck Hermione right now. What a minx she was. He had no idea she was such a sexual animal. She had, by her language and her attitude, taken this dinner to another level and quickly. Severus pulled away from her mouth, his eyes blazing down into her desire-filled orbs. As far as she was concerned he could fuck her on top of the damned food.
“Hermione, tell me, can you take a good, hard fucking? I mean hard,” he asked her, panting heavily as he continued to press himself against her. “I need to know how to treat you,” he breathed. “I need to know what you like. Tell me.”
“I like…everything,” she said, her knees threatening to give out. Severus searched her face desperately when she gave that answer. There was no hesitation. No fear. No second thoughts. All he could see was her desire for him.
“Then that’s what you’ll get, my little minx,” he growled, apparating with her to the lower levels
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A/N: My, they didn’t eat much did they? Hermione is a dirty girl who knows how to push Severus’ buttons. Now Severus is ready to do some pushing of his own. Please review..
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Chapter 43 ~ Dinner
Severus stared down at the table in amazement. First, Eli must have decided that he and Hermione sitting across from each other was not proper in-outie protocol, because the dinner table that Severus was looking at was like nothing he had ever seen before.
The elf had made the table triangular, so whatever side they took they would be sitting perpendicular to each other instead of opposite. Then he had placed the chairs close to the apex of the same corner so they were next to each other. And there wasn’t a single utensil in sight. Everything on the table was to be eaten by hand. The intent of the meal was obvious by the foods that were present. There was a wide variety ranging from vegetables, meats and fruits.
Eli was as subtle as a herd of charging bicorns. Erection-shaped marinated mushrooms, labia-shaped dried figs, and engorged cockheaded plums screamed in-outie from the innocent platters they rested on. A bowl of peeled bananas sat in white chocolate syrup, ready for dripping, erotic consumption. There were other foods, less conspicuous by shape, but overtly sexual by the way they would be consumed. A single large artichoke sat on a platter in the center of the table, the leaves ready to be plucked and drawn through the teeth to remove the succulent, buttery flesh. Other foods inspired sucking fingers clean, such as the apple slices ready to dip in honey, thin slices of crunchy honey comb, a variety of cubed cheeses dribbled with truffle and/or olive oil, or Lavender honey, and glistening sweet and sour chicken wingettes.
There was also a large variety of delicious finger foods in general, presented as samplers. Eggplant pockets filled with herbed ricotta cheese, tomato & basil tarts, tomato, goat cheese and basil Bites, goat cheese tartlets, crab meat bacon rolls, stuffed eggs, zucchini parmesan slices, chicken croquettes, stuffed avocados, salmon & cucumber bites, and crab fritters
The most phallic presentation on the table was the large bowl of sausages which consisted of large kielbasas, small cocktail franks, medium sized Italian sausages and a few bangers. Looking at them, Severus wondered if Hermione liked sausages. He hoped so. He’d enjoy the suggestiveness of her eating them.
There were a number of libations, ranging from white and red wines to pumpkin juice. As Severus looked down at the sexually inspired dinner, Hermione quietly walked up to the open veranda doors and stood looking at him, her heart pounding so loudly in her chest that she thought he must hear it. Maybe he did, because he looked up and saw her standing there. His black eyes swept her body, glinting approval at the Slytherin colored dress she wore, and the way her hair was swept up and clipped, showing the delicious nape of her neck. His eyes dropped to her small bare feet, and for a moment he thought about sucking her toes. His eyes flickered back to her face, searching her eyes and seeing the excitement there, just beneath the surface. She looked beautiful, almost too beautiful for words.
Hermione’s eyes ran over the table.
“I’ve never seen so much food that said SEX before,” she breathed, grinning. “The elves?”
Severus nodded. He walked over to her, and took her gently by the hand. His contact burned, and Hermione’s eyes shot to his face, showing him what she felt. He walked her over to the triangular table and pulled out her chair for her. He then seated himself.
“You look beautiful, Hermione…absolutely lovely,” he said sincerely, opening up a napkin and laying it on his lap.
“Thank you Severus,” Hermione replied, “You look quite nice yourself,” she said, eyeing the buttons on his shirt. Those would be the first to go. The Potions Master gave her a small smile.
“Thank you,” he replied. He looked at the food, then at Hermione. “Well, let’s enjoy our meal.”
Hermione looked over the table.
“There’s no utensils,” she said.
“No. We have to eat with our fingers,” Severus replied, admiring her.
Hermione gave him a little wicked grin. Time to go for broke.
“Oh, I love big, fat, juicy kielbasas!” she exclaimed, picking up the largest piece of sausage and wrapping her mouth around it. She planned to drive him crazy.
Severus’ bottom lip hung a bit as he watched Hermione slurp the sausage, sucking out the juices much more erotically than necessary. He hardened instantly at her wanton display. So, she was going to be this way again, eh?
”Hermione, are you trying to arouse me?” he asked her.
She pulled the sausage out of her mouth with a pop. Severus stifled a groan.
“Why?” she asked, “Is it working?”
“Yes,” he hissed.
“Good,” she said, sliding the meat back into her mouth. This time she bit it and actually started chewing.
Severus looked at the table. His black eyes fell on the dried figs, then shifted up to Hermione, who was consuming the sausage and watching him. He reached over and picked up a fig, showing it to her. It did look a little like the lips of a pussy. Hermione’s eyes glazed over as he licked the piece of fruit slowly and suggestively, running the tip of his tongue inside the opening, his eyes on her.
“Severus, are you trying to arouse me? Because if you are, it’s working,” Hermione said in a husky voice, her amber eyes fixed on his mouth as he licked, sucked and nibbled the blatantly sexual fruit. Hermione pressed her thighs together to fight the tingling she felt in her clit. She bit her lip, and squirmed in her chair a bit. They were sitting close, so Severus saw her legs tighten, and his nostrils flared as he popped the fig into his mouth and chewed it, his eyes resting on her thighs.
Hermione saw where his eyes rested, and felt herself getting wet. She desperately looked at the table again, and her eyes fell on the peeled bananas resting in the white chocolate syrup. Severus looked up, followed her gaze and saw what she was looking at.
“No,” he thought, his cock throbbing terribly, “Not the bananas in syrup, Hermione.”
Hermione smirked at him as if reading his mind. She reached over and slowly lifted a banana, letting the syrup drip from the tip of it. Severus watched, swallowing as she dipped the banana back into the syrup, collecting more on the tip. Tilting the banana slightly so as not to drip the syrup on the table, she lifted it high over her face…
Severus was actually shaking his head in negation as she slowly inverted it, lifting her face and catching the drips of white syrup in her mouth. Some got on her lip, and she looked at him, her eyes glowing, and licked the white liquid off her lip with her tongue. Severus’ mouth dropped open, then he closed his eyes as his cock gave a powerful throb. His black eyes opened, burning into hers.
“Hermione…if you keep this up, we’re not going to make it through dinner,” he groaned.
Hermione felt triumphant as she heard his groan of desire. She slid the banana into her mouth, the syrup pooling on her lips as she slid the fruit between them. Severus gripped the table with both hands, leaning toward her impulsively. Hermione bit the banana and licked the syrup from around her mouth with one circular motion of her pink tongue.
Severus stared at her mouth, then said…”Hermione, you make me want to replace that fruit with something else…”
“In a little while, Severus,” she answered him, “I think I might want to replace it with something else too…your cock.”
It was like an explosion went off in the Potion Master’s brain. In a moment he was out of his seat, snatching Hermione up from hers and pulling her to him roughly, pressing his body tight to hers, rubbing his cock hard against her so she felt his arousal, and thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth, tasting her for the first time.
For Hermione it was sensory overload. She wrestled back with her tongue, and worked her body against his cock, moaning with desire as his hands slipped down over her hips, then around to her ass, his fingers gripping her buttocks, pulling her tight against him as he raped her mouth hungrily.
Severus was ready to fuck Hermione right now. What a minx she was. He had no idea she was such a sexual animal. She had, by her language and her attitude, taken this dinner to another level and quickly. Severus pulled away from her mouth, his eyes blazing down into her desire-filled orbs. As far as she was concerned he could fuck her on top of the damned food.
“Hermione, tell me, can you take a good, hard fucking? I mean hard,” he asked her, panting heavily as he continued to press himself against her. “I need to know how to treat you,” he breathed. “I need to know what you like. Tell me.”
“I like…everything,” she said, her knees threatening to give out. Severus searched her face desperately when she gave that answer. There was no hesitation. No fear. No second thoughts. All he could see was her desire for him.
“Then that’s what you’ll get, my little minx,” he growled, apparating with her to the lower levels
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A/N: My, they didn’t eat much did they? Hermione is a dirty girl who knows how to push Severus’ buttons. Now Severus is ready to do some pushing of his own. Please review..