A Maid in the Devil's Manor

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Chapter 46 ~ A Wake Up Call…Potions Master Style

All the elves gathered in the kitchen, anxiously awaiting Eli’s report on how things were going for the Master. There had been a little row as the elves prepared dinner, more than half wanting a traditional meal and the others agreeing with Eli, that the meal should say ‘in-outie’ in an unmistakable way. Eli eventually won out, saying he was the one most in contact with both the Miss and the Master, and he knew what they needed better than any other house elf. He added that he had been inside the Miss’ mind, and knew she would use the food to excite the Master quickly, because she wanted the in-outie very badly.

As a result, a little elf-to-elf betting went on, the exchange being chores. The winner would either assign his worst chore to the loser or take the loser’s best chore. The bet was how long the couple would stay at dinner, and what foods they would select first. With Hermione, the betting was evenly split between the sausages and bananas in white chocolate syrup as her first food choice. The witch was not subtle, after all. The Master however, was expected to go for the cherries again, since he impressed her with his stem tying skills, though Eli was certain he would take the figs, since they looked like female sexual organs and would be sure to hit the Miss where she tingled.

The kitchen door opened, and Eli walked in importantly, his ears pressed forward and a smug look on his wizened face. The elves all started talking at once, gathering around him. Eli held up his claws, quieting them.

“They have gone to the lower rooms to do the in-outie!” he announced. Cheers went up as the elves danced with joy, swinging each other around by the hands and doing little cha-chas on the kitchen counters. Some sent sparks up into the air from their fingertips, as others cart wheeled and did little somersaults. Eli let them rejoice for a while before giving them details of what happened at dinner.

“Miss took the biggest sausage first,” he announced. Elves clapped and groaned, exchanging chores. Then they looked at Eli expectantly to find out what the Master chose in response.

“ The Master picked the dried figs, likes I said,” Eli said, puffing out his chest at this undeniable proof of his knowledge of his Master’s ways.

There was more grumbling and hand clapping as more chores were exchanged.

“How long before they left to do the in-outie, Eli?” one squeaky voice piped up, followed by the inquiries of other elves.

“After Master chose the figs, the Miss chose the bananas with white chocolate sauce,” Eli said, “and the Master said something, and she said something back, and then the Master grabbed the Miss and apparated. Maybe ten minutes after they sat down,” Eli said.

There was a final exchange of chores. Many elves lost that bet, thinking it would take longer. Eli had won every single bet he placed. He knew his Master, and the Miss as well.

One dissident voice rose up. An elf that worked in the gardens.

“How does we know they do the in-outie? Remember the bath?” he squeaked. He was a little miffed because he lost all three bets. Eli looked at him with narrowed eyes.

“You is out in the gardens. You do not connect with the Master enough. I knows because I can feel his pleasure. It is very good for him. The Miss is very good at in-outie. They souls is singing, ” Eli said, crossing his arms.

This answer was good enough for the elves. They continued to dance and celebrate their Master’s good fortune on finding a Miss to make him whole.

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Severus woke spooned around Hermione’s warm body, his arms wrapped around her waist, her ass pressed against his cock. She was still sleeping, her breasts rising and falling slowly. Severus began to harden immediately from the contact and the memory of the witch riding him wantonly. He began to kiss her neck gently, and running his lips over her shoulder, and pressing his cock against her buttocks. She sighed and shifted back against him. This was a good sign.

Severus adjusted himself and slipped his length between her inner thighs, rubbing his shaft sensuously against her labia, grasping her by her breasts, massaging them, tweaking her nipples and continuing to press his lips against her throat. She began to groan and thrust her hips, rubbing herself against his hard shaft. She gasped and buckled as he shifted his body so the swollen head of his organ rubbed hard against her clit.

“You certainly know how to wake a witch up,” Hermione murmured, sighing as his lips ran over her throat and his hands caressed her breasts. He slid one hand down her belly, then lower, his fingers gently rifling her soft pubic hair as he continued to slide his cock between her legs, over her quickly moistening pussy.

“Cock…a-doodle-do,” he breathed against her neck, his lips curling into a small lascivious smile against her skin.

Hermione was breathing heavily now, completely aroused and ready for round two.

“Severus, am I going to have to ravish you again?” she gasped at him, the ache between her legs making her pump her body against him invitingly, “You really need to work on your follow-through.”

“Can I help it if I savor your desire, Hermione?” he said, lifting her leg and sliding down in the bed to angle his cock up to enter her. “You’re the first woman who has wanted me, for me, in many, many years.”

“Those women missed out on someone very, very special, Severus. I’m only glad I haven’t,” she breathed sincerely. Severus raised his head a moment, looking down on her profile. Hermione turned her head back to him slightly so her eyes met his.

“I mean that, Severus,” she said softly.

The Potions Master swallowed as her admission washed over him, his heart swelling. At last, someone in his life who appreciated him as a man. Someone brilliant and beautiful. He wanted to get closer to the woman pressing against him, closer than anyone had ever been to her. He bit his lip against the powerful throb of desire that pulsed through his body.

“I want to wipe away the memory of any man who had you before me, Hermione,” he breathed against her ear, his cock pressed tight against her entrance.

“Any man I was with Severus, was only practice for the real thing. You,” she purred, pressing back on him. Severus groaned and slid his cock inside her, both of them gasping with the pleasure of his penetration.

“Severus…gods,” Hermione moaned, “give me everything…all of you.”

That was all he needed to hear. His nostrils flaring, Severus drew back and plunged himself into the little witch with all his might, groaning as she cried out at his powerful thrust, then urged him on. His hands slid up and gripped Hermione’s shoulders, and he yanked her body downward as he slid his cock in and out of her, his eyes closed, reveling in her passionate gasps and cries as he took her strongly. His balls banged against her soft ass as his cock rammed into her, jerking her body, her softness gripping and sliding over his shaft, wet and hot, her juices squishing around him as he filled her, pounding into her as if digging for gold. And there was gold there, a richness of bliss and delight buried between her thighs that he uncovered with every grunting thrust. As she sobbed her pleasure and her passion, he brought his lips to her ear and whispered to her about how good her pussy felt around him, how deep he wanted to be inside her, and how he wished he could fuck her like this forever. He felt a fresh, hot flow of lubrication wash over him as she wailed, her pleasure swelling inside her at every increasingly powerful thrust Severus gave her.

Severus stopped and pulled Hermione up, making her rise to her hands and knees before spooning his lean body over her back, entering her from behind and planting his hands on either side of her body, his chin resting at the top of her head. He slammed into her, making her back arch up from his power and she screamed as he hunched over her, pummeling her body savagely now, losing what little control he had held on to. He straightened and grasped her shoulders, pulling her back on him, fucking her with all his strength, watching his glistening cock bury its length and girth inside her over and over, his pelvis slapping against her ass, making the soft flesh ripple. His black eyes watched her rounded globes bounce and jiggle as he slammed inside her over and over. He experimentally slapped her buttock.

“Shit! Severus! Oh gods!” Hermione gasped, thrusting back against him, shuddering around his cock and making him hiss.

Since Hermione didn’t say stop, Severus assumed she liked what he did. So he kept doing it, spanking her ass with the flat of his palm, alternating sides and burying himself inside her quaking body, loving the feel of her bucking around his plunging cock every time his hand connected sharply with her flesh, until the witch was almost incoherent with pain/pleasure. Then he rubbed her reddened cheeks gently as he continued to fuck her hard, the combination of gentleness and brutality taking her over the edge. She sang like a siren as she burst around him, covering his shaft in hot creamy come, bearing down on his thickness, her pussy sucking his cock like a long, wet mouth. Severus groaned as her body clutched him, gripping her small waist and drawing her back on him, thrusting through her pulsing tightness.

“Damn Herimone,” he growled through gritted teeth, spooning over her, wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her against him, supporting himself on the other, hunching into her faster and faster as he approached his own release, his back arching over her small body, his black hair swinging as perspiration dripped from his body and onto her back. He locked his lips to the side of her throat, sucking and nipping her lightly as he bowed into her, reveling in her weakening cries as she fell back from her climax, then he exploded, biting her a bit harder than he intended as his release blew threw him, tasting blood as he came, a growl of delight issuing from the back of his throat as he rammed his cock deep inside her and held it, feeling his seed splash against her cervix and flow back over his shaft, bathing him in heat even as it filled her.

Hermione had let out a weak cry when Severus’ teeth broke her skin…now he sucked on the small wound gently, like a vampiric lover, trying to sooth her as he finished pulsing. As soon as he was spent, he released his lips from her throat gently, whispering tender apologies in her ear for losing control and hurting her. Hermione shuddered against him…he was still spooned over her, embedded inside her, deflating and holding her tightly by the waist as if afraid to let her loose.

“It kind of felt good, Severus,” she breathed, lifting her head so her cheek rested against his for a moment. “Now, let me down. I’m exhausted,” she murmured.

Severus slid his limp organ out of her gently, and released his hold on her, letting her down slowly to the bed, following her, resting on her back for a moment, before rolling to the side and pulling her up against him, so he was once more spooned around her body. He kissed the small wound on her neck gently…it was his mark. He had claimed her. She gave one more shudder.

“I’ve never been fucked like this before,” she said softly, stretching like a cat against him, then curling up again.

“Is that a good thing?” he breathed against her ear, enjoying the warmth of her body against him.

She half turned in his arms, her amber eyes sated, but still liquid with desire. “It’s a damn good thing, Severus. I should have been fucking you years ago. I wouldn’t have wasted so much time trying to teach my beaus how to do me, and just got the good stuff from the start,” she said, scowling slightly.

Severus embraced her a little, his ego stoked.

“So you think I’ve got the good stuff, eh?” he said, fishing for more compliments.

“No. You’ve got the great stuff,” she replied, turning completely in his arms and facing him, her eyes searching his face.

“Do you think I’ve got good stuff?” she asked him, dipping her own line in the proverbial waters.

He looked at her, his dark eyes as liquid as her own.

“Gods, yes Hermione. You’re the kind of woman that will keep a man in bed for days,” he said, capturing her lips and tasting them gently. He heard a slight rumble.

“Was that you?” he asked Hermione.

“Yes,” Hermione replied, “I didn’t get a chance to actually eat that banana. I’m hungry,” she said.

Severus nodded. He was hungry too.

He started to bellow for Eli, when his eyes fell on the triangular table, complete with candles and chairs, set up in the middle of the floor. There was fresh food, but all still suggestive, all to be eaten by hand. When had they did that? They must have done it the moment Hermione said she was hungry. He would have noticed the candlelight.

“It seems the house elves have once again perceived what we both needed,” Severus said, shifting so Hermione could see the food-laden table. She sat up at once, wincing just a bit, to Severus’ satisfaction. He liked knowing he made an impression on her. She started to climb over him to get to the food.

“No,” he said, crooking his finger at the table, which lifted and floated closer, landing next to the bed.

“I’ll feed you,” Severus said, his eyes falling to her mouth. “Then you can feed me. “ His eyes swept over her and he licked his lips. “You’ll make the perfect platter.”

“Platter?” Hermione said, cocking her head at him, a mock scowl on her face, “well if you plan to eat food off of me, then I’m not missing out. You’re going to be a platter for me too. Your abs have the perfect little ridges to hold finger foods.”

Severus looked down at his belly. She was right.

“And I go first,” she added, hunger and naughtiness giving her a renewed burst of energy.

Severus scourgified both of them, then laid flat on the bed, his arms at his side.

“Your platter awaits, Madam,” he said, smirking slightly.

Hermione grinned.

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A/N: Mmm. Severus as a serving plate. Gods, that’s yummy. Please review.