A Maid in the Devil's Manor

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Chapter 51 ~ The First Morning After

Hermione was the first to awake the next morning. Somehow, they had shifted in the bed, and Hermione was facing outward, closest to the bathroom, Severus on the inside closest to the wall, spooned around her, one arm thrown across her waist.

The Potions Master was snoring lightly. Hermione looked back at him, and smiled. His long hair was thrown across his face, his lips pursed as if waiting for a kiss. Hermione didn’t kiss him, but decided to let him sleep while she took a nice hot shower. She was a bit sore, inside and out. She gently lifted Severus’ arm and slipped out from under it, then slid out the bed and stood up. The table of food was gone, as were all the candles. The elves must have passed through, no doubt elated that their Master had finally gotten laid the way he wanted and needed to.

Hermione stretched luxuriously, loving the slight ache between her legs that testified of a very thorough fucking. She felt sated. She looked back at the sleeping wizard, and a little jolt went through her at the memory of his intense black eyes looking down at her as he plowed into her.

Well, she was mostly sated.

She walked into the bathroom, picked up her toothbrush, wet it and put some tooth powder on it. She brushed her teeth thoroughly, rinsed, washed out her toothbrush and put it back. She then used the loo, wincing at the little sting she felt as she urinated. Well, every good thing has its price. She lifted her foot on to the bowl of the loo, and pressed her hand to her inner thigh, watching closely. A small square patch appeared. It glowed blue. She smiled. The contraceptive patch still had a lot of power. Severus had come in her so much, she knew without it she would have definitely conceived. She tapped the patch again, and it disappeared.

Hermione walked over to the shower and turned it on, mixing the water. She took two large fluffy towels and a washcloth out of the linen closet, laid them on the basin and stepped into the large enclosure, closing the door.

Severus opened one eye the moment he heard the shower turn on. He rolled to his back and stretched, then scratched. His cock woke up with him, swelling immediately. He lay there a moment, listening to the water running, knowing Hermione was in there, naked. He rolled out of the bed and walked into the bathroom, utilizing the loo and looking at the blurred form of Hermione standing under the water, letting it run over her head. Severus looked on the basin. Sure enough, his toothbrush was there. Good elves. He quickly brushed his teeth, glancing over at the shower. Hermione was just starting to wash. He rinsed his mouth and the toothbrush, then walked over to the shower. He threw it open, gazing at Hermione.

The witch froze, her amber eyes meeting his black ones, water streaming down her body. Severus’ gaze dropped from her face, lingering over her breasts and the dark triangle of hair between her thighs, before flicking back to her face again. Hermione backed up as he stepped into the water’s spray, looking at her, his erection evident. His eyes had a hard, hungry look to them, and he began to walk toward her slowly, almost menacingly. She backed up until her back hit the cold wall. He placed one hand on the wall next to her head. She swallowed.

He moved in closer.

“Good morning,” he purred at her, his eyes sweeping her body again. He licked his lips.

“Morning,” Hermione said back to him.

“I believe,” Severus said moving closer so his body was only an inch or two away from her, “that a good morning kiss is customary.”

Before Hermione could respond, he was on her, pressing his body hard against hers, thrusting his tongue in her mouth, his hands gripping her shoulders lightly, before sliding down her arms and over her hips, reaching around to her buttocks and pulling her into him. His cock was crushed between them, pulsing against her belly. Hermione felt herself heating up as he began to rub himself against her suggestively.

He pulled her from the wall and lifted her up against him. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist, trapping his cock against her pussy.

“You’re very hot, Hermione” he said feeling the heat of her sex on his swollen shaft. He carried her back under the spray and pressed her back against the wall. “Let me see if I can cool you off.”

Severus was in no mood to tease this morning. He unwound Hermione’s legs from around his waist, and hung them over his arms, opening her thighs wide.

“Guide me,” he breathed, his breath hitching as Hermione’s warm little hand wrapped around his cock and placed him at her entrance. He slid into her hard, making her gasp.

“Yes,” Severus groaned, and started stroking into the witch, leaning back, his eyes closed in pleasure as he drove into her softness once again, his pelvis bumping against her inner thighs, sliding her up and down the wet wall. He was hitting her deeply, but not too forcefully. He didn’t want to bruise her, this time. Her hot walls wrapped around his shaft deliciously, her lubrication greasing his cock from stem to head.

“Your pussy is pure gold,” he hissed, his black eyes snapping open, gazing at the moaning witch as he pumped inside her, “and you’re so beautiful.” He began to angle his strokes, rotating his hips to reach every part of her, reveling in her gasps and moans of pleasure.

“I make you feel good, Hermione?” he panted, thrusting.

“Oh, yes Severus,” she gasped back.

“You’ll only give this to me,” he said, more of a statement than a question, hitting her a little harder to show his possession. As far as he was concerned, Hermione was off the market and his totally.

“And you won’t go back to the brothel,” she gasped, her amber eyes meeting his.

“No. I have you now. I want no substitutions,” he breathed, increasing his stroke, sliding her up and down the wall, before pulling her away and immersing both of them under the full spray, lifting her up and pulling her on to his cock over and over again as the water washed over them. Hermione was wailing now, her voice jerking as Severus pistoned into her, hitting bottom like a jackhammer, bringing her to the brink, then pushing her over with a shriek as she clutched him close, her pussy clamping down on his thrusting cock, come rolling over him as he gasped and followed her

“Yes! Oh gods, Hermione!” he groaned as he exploded into her, his knees buckling as he gushed. He quickly moved her back against the wall, pressing into her as deep as possible as he filled her with his seed, his mouth locked to her throat as he groaned in tangent with her soft cries of release. He pinned her there, holding her until the last pulse died away, and he felt himself soften within her slick warmth.

He kissed her tenderly, still breathing heavily.

“I wouldn’t be adverse to waking up to this every morning,” he gasped, slowly letting her down. Hermione gave him a crooked smile as she leaned back against the wall.

“My pussy will have calluses if left to you,” she said, touching her sex and wincing. It had been good, so good, but now she really felt the effects of the ardent Potions Master.

Severus looked at her, concerned now. She grinned up at him.

“I’ve never read or heard of a pussy getting calluses, Severus. I was just joking. I am sure it will remain soft and pliant, though I’m not sure about tight. You are pretty big, and pretty randy. You might stretch it out of shape in a few weeks,” she said moving back into the spray and picking up her washcloth. She soaped it, and rubbed it around Severus’ neck and shoulders, before lathering his chest and belly. Severus looked down at her. He had never had a woman wash him before, yet she did it with an easy intimacy that he found wonderful. Yes, he could get used to this. She washed his arms, making him lift them so she could get his armpits.

“You know, Hermione, I have potions that will keep you ‘in shape’. You don’t have to worry I will literally ‘wear you out’ though I intend to indulge in you as much as you will allow me to,” he said to her, gasping a little as she washed his cock thoroughly, then dropped before him to wash his legs and feet. He placed his hand on her head as he lifted one foot, then the other.

“One of the benefits of sleeping with a Potions Master,” she said as she turned him around and started washing the back of him, resoaping the rag. She goosed him when she came to his buttocks, and Severus jumped, scowling at her.

“There will be NONE of that,” he seethed. “I’ve had to protect that orifice for years as a servant of the Dark Lord, and you will not tamper with it now.

Hermione looked at him, shocked.

“You mean the Dark Lord…” she began.

“Let’s just say there were other options available as punishment besides being whipped, beaten and hexed with the Cruciatus curse. Options I chose not to take,” he said, his dark eyes growing darker with the memory.

“Oh, Severus…” Hermione said, embracing him.

Severus stood there awkwardly for a moment, unused to accepting sympathy. Then his arms went around the witch and he relaxed into her embrace, drawing comfort from her. After a few moments, he broke the embrace and took the washcloth and soap from her.

“Your turn,” he said, soaping the cloth.

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They emerged from the bathroom to find clothes for each of them laid out on the bed, courtesy of the house elves. Hermione had a simple pullover floral print dress, with cute sheer white panties (no bra) and Severus had a button down white shirt, black pants, silk boxers and a belt with the Slytherin crest. They dressed, and Severus wrapped his arms around Hermione and apparated to the veranda, where a hearty breakfast was laid out in readiness. Sausages, eggs, biscuits, honey, pancakes, fried potatoes, slices of ham, jelly, and fresh butter awaited them. Coffee, tea, milk, orange juice and pumpkin juice also graced the table.

Severus pulled out Hermione’s chair, then took his seat. The couple was starved so little was said other than “pass the ham, or pass the potatoes or pass whatever” for about fifteen minutes as they ate.

With the edge of his hunger sated, Severus looked at Hermione and said, “I think I need to adjust the anti-apparation ward so you may apparate in and out of the Manor.”

“That would be very convenient, though I do like tucking into you to go places,” Hermione replied, smiling at him.

“I enjoy tucking into you, too,” Severus said, arching an eyebrow at her suggestively.

Hermione laughed.

Suddenly a beaming Eli appeared beside the table.

“Good morning, Master…Miss,” the elf said, bowing deeply to both of them, before giving another broad smile.

“Good morning, Eli,” Severus said.

“Hi, Eli,” Hermione responded, looking at the elf, “You look extraordinarily happy today.”

Indeed, Eli was so bright and animated, one would have thought it was he who completed a satisfactory in-outie.

“I am happy for the Master and Miss. It is a happy day for all in the Manor,” the elf replied.

For a moment, Hermione felt like she had slept with the entire staff of Snape Manor as well as Severus. She shook the thought from her head, shuddering a little. Severus noticed.

“Are you all right?” he asked her, his brow furrowed.

“Yes. I was just thinking that my bed was a little crowded last night,” she responded.

Severus snorted back a laugh, noticing Hermione was looking at the grinning Eli with a slight frown.

“We did NOT watch,” the elf said defensively. “We just knows because we can feel our Master’s pleasure, though…” here the elf looked a little perplexed, “We senses Master in pain and very angry too, but not long.”

Severus and Hermione just looked at each other, then down at the elf.

“It was nothing, Eli,” Severus said.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” said Hermione, her amber eyes turning rather smoky.

The elf looked back and forth between the two, then shrugged his shoulders.

“As long as you is both happy,” he said. Then he turned to Severus.

“Master, we does not know what to do about the outside,” Eli said, his small face serious now.

“The outside?” Severus asked him.

“Yes sir. If you is finished with breakfast sir, I will show you,” Eli said bowing.

Severus wiped his mouth with his napkin and rose. Hermione rose also. Both followed the elf down the corridor and to the front door.

“The outside likes this since yesterday, sir,” the elf said, opening the door and walking outside, down the portico and toward the Manor grounds. Severus and Hermione followed him.

As soon as they cleared the portico, they saw what Eli referred to. Crowds of people were milling about on the outside of the ward Severus placed. There were photographers, news-wizards, well-wishers with ‘thank you’ signs and holding up posters of the pair, spell company representatives holding up logos and contracts, and a little farther back, what looked like a makeshift campground filled with tents and cooking fires. Severus looked up. Wizards and witches on broomsticks filled the sky.

Hermione moved closer to the Potions Master, her eyes round as she looked at all the people.

“Severus,” she breathed, “What is all of this?”

Severus surveyed the circus before them.

“Fame, Hermione, he replied, “This is Fame.”


THE END

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A/N: Don’t freak out. It was too close to becoming a never-ending story and this seemed as good a place to end it as any. Will probably do a sequel later on. Well anyway, please review.