Snape in a Bottle ~ Editing

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Chapter 5 ~ Riding the Val Express

Val left out a long breath as the urge to ejaculate passed. No more asking Terese what she wanted. It was time to give it to her. Val looked down at his wife, his brown eyes glittering. Suddenly, he slipped his arm under her leg and yanked it up, then the other, lifting her legs up on his forearms and grasping her wrists with both hands, pinning Terese to the bed, her body folded and open beneath her.

Terese stared up at her husband. Val always, always fucked her in the missionary position. He claimed the position allowed him to conserve energy. Well, this was not the missionary position. Terese felt very vulnerable and in fact, she was. She couldn’t move. God, what a fucking turn on!

Val’s eyes moved slowly down her body, resting on her breasts, belly then pink core that was wide open and glistening, the scent of her rising, a potpourri of musk and lust. Beads of sweat had her hair plastered to her forehead. He looked down further at his cock, which rested between the cleft of her buttocks.

Terese felt she couldn’t breathe as her husband studied her body as if he had never seen it before. When Val’s eyes returned to her face, they were smoldering.

“Like this position?” he growled at her, licking his lips in anticipation.

Terese couldn’t even speak.

“I like it,” he said, pressing his cock against her ass, then lifting his hips so the head of his cock slid up and over her core. He shifted so it rested in the depression that led to her opening, watching his own adjustments intensely. There, he was where he should be. Terese was completely lubed up again, and the tip of his cock looked as if it had been dipped in oil.

Val looked at her.

“Do you accept me?” he asked his wife in a low voice, his body quaking just a bit from holding back.

“What?” Terese managed to get out.

Val frowned slightly.

“I asked if you accept me, woman? If you willingly accept all of me?” he breathed down at her, pressing forward slightly so she felt his hardness.

More fluid bubbled from within as Terese absorbed this classic Snape line her husband had spouted. In most stories Severus would ask Hermione this before he deflowered her. She knew the classic response as well.

“I accept you Val,” she said softly, “I accept all of you.”

“Yesssss,” her husband breathed, plunging down and parting his wife in one, hard, deep delicious stroke, his cock slamming against her cervix hungrily. Terese buckled as the ache reverberated in the small of her back.

“Val!” she shrieked, “Oh God.”

”Don’t call on God,” Val hissed at her, “God has nothing to do with this.”

Val began to fuck Terese fast and hard, his loins slapping against her ass loudly as he rammed his stiff organ into her body as deep as he could, grunting with pleasure as she slid around him, tight, wet and warm, her voice washing over him, egging him on God, it felt so good…so right. And it was obvious by her slickness, that Terese loved being taken this way. Val stared down at his jerking wife, his brown eyes locked to her contorting face as he slammed into her over and over, his body seeming to go into automatic as he rode his wife with abandon.

Terese was in heaven as Val hit her again and again, his lean body flexing, arching into her, the muscles and veins in his arms and neck standing out. He looked so hungry, so lustful, so masculine as he put it to her mercilessly. She cried out as he stroked deep into a sweet spot she never knew she had, and Val hesitated…then plunged into the same place, feeling her buckle.

“That’s your spot, Terese,” he breathed and began to thrust even harder, delving into that spot over and over again, Terese actually shrieking now as the aching sweetness spread through her body, the force of her husband’s penetration beginning to move her up the bed, Val shifting forward on his knees and dragging her wrist up to maintain his position.

Suddenly he slammed deep into his wife and whirled his pelvis strongly, winding his cock inside her, caressing and stretching the woman beneath him, Terese letting out a cry of delight, before he resumed fucking her. Terese suddenly orgasmed, crying out his name sharply as she locked down on him. Val hissed as her heat washed over him, but kept stroking, his head thrown back and eyes closed in pleasure as his wife pulsed around his organ, all softness and tightness as she quaked beneath him.

Val looked down at her, and saw her blue eyes staring up at him in awe, and dropped down, releasing her wrists and wrapping his arms around her, kissing Terese deeply as he continued stroking into her body. This was the longest he had ever lasted…he usually orgasmed shortly after she did…if not before. He was nowhere near finished with her. Terese felt so exquisite that he never wanted to pull out of her.

Terese was in sensory overload…the bliss of her climax washing over her, the feel of Val’s lean, taut, perspiring body moving against her slickly, his hot, supple tongue scouring her mouth, and his cock burying itself to the hilt in her over and over. She ached but had never had it so good. She didn’t want him to ever stop.

Suddenly he did, and she let out a cry as she felt her husband pull away from her mouth and withdraw from her body. Her eyes flew open and she looked up at him. Val was on his knees, his body glistening from his efforts, his cock extended, hard and dripping, looking down at her. She reached out to him.

“No…Val,” she breathed.

He smirked at her.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, reaching down and gripping her waist, pulling her upward as he shifted down the bed on his knees.

“Turn over,” he growled, “Get on your hands and knees, Terese.”

Her body trembling, Terese obeyed…very aware of the delicious sting between her thighs. Val was meeting her needs all right. His hands were all over her as she turned over and rose to her hands and knees.

Val looked down at her plump ass, his eyes narrowing for a moment as he caressed her from shoulders to buttocks. Hm. Terese hissed as she felt him part her cheeks, then buckled as he ran a finger over her puckerhole.

“I’ve never fucked you in your ass, Terese,” he breathed. Then his eyes dropped to her dripping pussy. “But first things first.”

Oh dear God. Was Val thinking about anal sex?

Terese didn’t have time to consider this, because Val suddenly wrapped his fist in her hair and jerked her head back. Oh shit…oh…

Her husband leaned over her, and kissed her throat gently, still keeping the tight grip on her hair. She felt him move slightly, his lips sliding to her ear.

“Giddyup,” he breathed, his warm breath flowing over the shell. Then he leaned back and slammed into Terese as hard as he could.

“Fuck!” she screamed as he hit bottom and started fucking her, one hand smoothing over her ass, the other holding her hair securely as he pumped into her lustfully.

“Oh yeah,” Val hissed, watching his cock slide between his wife’s full smooth buttocks, twisting his body as he hit bottom, adding more stimulation. Then he started fingering her clit. Terese’s ass started rolling and Val’s eyes rolled up into his head at the sensation and his hips blurred.

Damn, this had to be the Potions Master’s influence. Val couldn’t fuck like this own his own…but Terese prayed he was a fast learner. And he was. He memorized every reaction his wife had, amazed that this treatment brought such a response out of her. Val realized he loved fucking his wife like this. Freely, with abandon and without being afraid for her. Terese was a petite woman and he was always mindful of her size…but now he discovered she was much stronger than he ever dreamed, and now that he knew it…he was never going to waste her passion or his own again. They could have been having years of wild, gratifying sex…and although he had always been satisfied with his wife, this new experience was like rediscovering her. The thought of having her like this whenever he wanted made him even more ardent, and Val released her hair and grasped her waist with both hands and pulled her into his strokes rhythmically, listening to his wife hit high note after high note. He released her waist and leaned over her again, not missing a single thrust as he whispered to her.

“From now on, Terese…no more easy fucks. You can take it…and I can give it. We’re officially on a life-long honeymoon. I’m never going to get enough of you,” he breathed, then began to describe how delicious she looked and felt, how much he was enjoying fucking her this way, murmuring obscenities.

Terese thought she’d die when Val called her a “sweet, sexy bitch.” Not a statement she would usually take very well, or one that her husband would normally say, but considering he was fucking the shit out of her when he said it…it turned her on. Then she orgasmed again when he straightened, stroked her and began spanking her lightly, the slight sting in counterpoint with his plunging ache.

Suddenly, Val wrapped his arms around her belly and fell to the side with her, driving upward, his chin resting on the top of her head, his eyes closed in pleasure as he drove into her, her soft ass cushioning his loins as he slapped against them over and over. Val could feel himself approaching the pinnacle, the tightening beginning.

“Terese, I’m going to come. Hold on, baby,” he breathed, tightening his hold on his wife and tearing into her, slamming the woman so hard she was slipping out of his grasp and he had to reach up and grasp Terese’s shoulders to hold her into place so the top of her head wouldn’t painfully hit his chin as he poured it on, fucking her as hard as he could, the bed beneath them soaked with sweat.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck….YES!!!” Val shouted as he climaxed, delight and satisfaction pulsing through him as he filled Terese’s tight sleeve for what felt like hours, crushing her to him and curling around her body, shuddering and groaning, then locking his lips to her throat and sucking on it, leaving a purplish bruise as Terese quaked against him…aching and sated. Lord, that was what she needed.

Val’s grip relaxed and he slowly withdrew his limp, glistening cock from her body, kissing his wife’s neck tenderly as he did so.

“Amazing,” he breathed, nuzzling her damp hair with his nose. “You are fucking amazing, Terese. I can’t believe this.”

Terese turned slowly in his arms and kissed her husband and lover on the lips softly.

“I love you, Val,” she said.

“You must,” he replied, his brown eyes full of wonder, “To let me treat you the way you did.”

”I like you that way. Strong, dominating…sexy,” she breathed at him.

“But doesn’t it hurt, Terese?” he asked her, one hand moving up and down her back gently as if attempting to soothe her.

“I’ve wanted this kind of hurt for a long, long time, Val. I guess I have a dark side,” she replied, her blue eyes darkening.

“Very dark,” he agreed, then he gave her a smile. “I’ve always like the dark. Now I know why.”

He kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her lips.

“I’m not finished,” he said. “I’ve got a dark side of my own. There’s a part of you I’ve never touched…it’s as if you aren’t all mine. I’ve got to fix that.”

A thrill went through Terese and Val felt it. Yes, she wanted it. Good.

She shifted and winced a bit.

Val looked at him with concern.

“I better get you something,” Val said releasing her and sitting up in the bed. He shifted to the edge and stood up, Terese’s eyes sweeping over him appreciatively and resting on his spent organ. He smirked at her and lifted it, letting it flop back down, slapping against his thigh

“Little Val had quite a workout. I have a feeling he’s going to bulk up with all the exercise I plan to give him,” Val said, his eyes washing over Terese appreciatively. She was quite sticky between her thighs and the whole room smelled of sex. He walked into the bathroom, got a washcloth, ran some water over it and soaped it up. He washed himself off quickly, then rinsed the rag and soaped it up again. He picked up a towel and carried the soapy rag and towel out to Terese then returned to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet.

“Advil all right?” he called to her.

“Yes. That ought to do it. Bring me three,” Teresa called back as she washed between her legs gingerly. “Ow,” she hissed.

But damn, it had been worth it.

“Terese? Where’s the Vaseline?” Val called out to her, shuffling through the cabinet.

“I think it’s on the shower caddy,” she replied, her belly tightening as she thought about why Val wanted to know where it was.

“I found it,” he said, pleasure evident in his voice. Val pulled the top off and dipped a finger in the jar collecting a bit of the grease and rubbing it between his fingertips to test the viscosity.

“This ought to work just fine,” he called out to Terese.

“I’m thrilled,” she called back, smiling a little.

Val was going to have to wait a bit however. She was beat. Happy, but beat.

Val walked out of the bathroom with a glass of water, the Advils and the jar of Vaseline, which he sat on the nightstand. Terese sat up and took the pills out of his hand, tossed them into her mouth and then took the water and swallowed them down.

Val looked at her thoughtfully.

“What?” she asked looking at her husband and handing the glass back to him. He set it on the nightstand as well, then got back into the bed. He looked at her.

“I don’t know really. When I watched you take the pills…I had the distinct feeling you should be taking something…well…purple,” Val replied looking perplexed.

Terese laughed.

Purple pain potion. That was what Severus always gave Hermione after fucking her exceptional hard. Val must be feeling some of the residual effects of the elixir.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, laying down on his back and pulling her against him possessively.

Terese kissed him.

“Nothing,” she said obliquely. Val licked his lips as if he were judging her kiss for tastiness. It must have been sweet because he kissed her again, softly but passionately. He drew back from her.

“I hope those Advils work quick,” he growled, his brown eyes sweeping down her body.

Terese looked at her husband and had the distinct feeling that this time, it was all him.

She gave him a small smile.

"Just give them a little time, Mr. Impatience," she said to him softly.

Val's eyes glinted.
"Not too long a time," he replied hoarsely, kissing her again, his hand sweeping over her ass, a growl sounding in the back of his throat.

Terese shook her head a little. She had wanted a passionate, exciting lover and now she had one. One she loved dearly.

"Thank you, Professor," she thought as she looked at her husband, her heart swelling, "For giving me a Snape all my own."

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A/N: And that brings the story of Terese and Val to a close. Pretty nice. Anyway, there’s an epilogue to follow. We have to find out what’s going on at Hogwarts after all, don’t we? Please review.