A Turn for the Better

Chapter 64 ~ An Agreement

Snape gently placed Hermione on top of the bed coverings and looked down at her
for a full minute. Finally, she spoke.

”What is it, Severus?” she asked him softly as his black eyes remained fixed on
her. It took a moment for him to answer her.

”I am savoring this moment,” he said quietly. “My first encounter with my wife.
I am securing the memory of you, how you look tonight.”

Hermione gave him a smile.

”You can always see me vividly if you use a Pensieve,” she replied to her
husband.

”I don’t want that. I want to remember you vividly in my own mind, until the day
I leave this earth,” Snape said softly.

”It’ll be a nice memory to pull up when I piss you off in the years to come,”
Hermione chuckled. Snape’s nostrils flared then, and he purposely climbed into
the bed, rolling on top of her quickly, looking down into her brown eyes.

”So, you plan on pissing me off in the years to come?” he asked her, then
kissing her hungrily.

Hermione gasped when he broke the kiss.

”I’m sure I will, Severus, and no doubt you’ll have flames coming out of my nose
at times as well,” she replied. Snape now chuckled.

”My little dragon-bride,” he crooned at her. “I’m willing to take a bit of
scorching.”

For the next forty-five minutes, Snape snogged his wife thoroughly. He was on
top of her, caressing her, but did nothing to increase the intimate contact. He
hadn’t even taken off her flimsy gown, and stopped Hermione when she tried to
remove it and at least his shirt.

Hermione was writhing with need by now. His kisses were hot, passionate and
wonderful, but gods she needed more. He was positioned in such a manner that she
couldn’t even feel if he were aroused or not, and he kept catching her hand when
she tried to grasp his goods.

”More, Severus,” she hissed against his mouth, but the wizard just deepened his
kisses. Did he intend to sexually torment her on their wedding night? She felt
like she could just . . . just eat him up from head to toe.

Finally, he moved to her throat, Hermione arching up against him as best she
could as the wizard licked, kissed and nibbled on her throat, tasting her heated
skin, making small sounds of pleasure as her hands slid impatiently over his
scar-less back. Snape had no marks, because he’d never been tortured—thanks to
Hermione. She slipped both hands under the elastic of his pajama bottoms,
gripping his arse and pulling him upward, wanting at least some contact with his
cloth-covered cock. He had to be turned on. But Snape still resisted, pulling
first one hand away than the other, trapping them over her head and looking down
at her frustration with a wry smirk.

”Why are you taking so long?” Hermione demanded, hissing as she spoke.

”I told you. I’m—savoring you,” he replied softly, trying to kiss her again.

Angrily, Hermione twisted her mouth away.

”Enough with the bloody savoring. You’re giving me the female version of
blueballs,” she complained. “My thong is soaked.”

Snape make a big production of inhaling the air deeply, his large nostrils
fluctuating. He let out a little sigh.

”Yes, I know,” he said, “you smell quite heavenly. Like ambrosia.”

This comment only made Hermione squirm under him more. He always told her she
tasted like ambrosia when he performed oral sex on her. He was so good at it,
too.

”Keep this up, Severus Tobias Snape, and I’ll be filing for an annulment first
thing tomorrow morning,” she growled up at him. “Citing ‘lack of consummation’
as my complaint.”

Snape gave her a sober look.

”You are my wife for life,” he breathed at her, his eyes going hard for a
moment. “You will never divorce me. You are part of me, Hermione Snape. When
your heart contracts, then loosens, so does my own. When you draw breath, I am
the one who breathes out. We are one, wife, and one we will remain.”

He stared down at her with such intensity that Hermione felt her heart clutch
for a moment. He loved her so much, just as much as she loved him.

”Oh, Severus,” Hermione said to him softly as he released her wrists. She
brought her hands to his head and caressed his hair, letting her fingers slide
through the lank, black strands. “Please, make love to me. I feel as if I’m
going to implode if you don’t.”

He quirked his lip at her.

”You know everything I do, I do with purpose,” he said to the witch. “And I’ve
brought you to this point because—I wish to ask you something. I need you
willing—.”

”But I am willing, Severus . . . “

”Are you, Hermione? Tonight is our wedding night, and I wish to do something
special. Different. New. I’ve never taken you anally, witch. I’ve been tormented
and mesmerized by watching you respond to my titillating you with vibrators,
plugs and anal beads. I’ve felt your tightness with my fingers—you’re so
deliciously tight. I want you that way tonight—our honeymoon night. Will you let
me do it? Will you give your knight access to that last bastion of your body,
damsel?”

Hermione blinked up at her husband, her body craving him. What he said was true.
They had been experimenting with sex toys for a couple of years and she could
take things up the arse. She enjoyed it, too. It was only when Severus wanted to
shove that monster up her that she balked, although she did have a plug that was
almost as wide as his girth. Severus was the one who would gently insert it
inside her during foreplay, then have sex with her, the feeling of fullness and
pleasure doubled.

Hermione had been the one to introduce the toys, surprising Severus with a flail
and her little vibrator. She had been standing naked by the bed, with her hands
behind her back, the wizard waiting for her to join him under the covers. Then
she showed him the flail.

Snape slid from under the covers, sitting on the end of the bed, completely
interested. He looked up at Hermione, his dark eyes glittering with excitement.
This—this was new.

”Beat me, Severus” Hermione breathed, handing him the soft, wispy whip.
“Then, do me with this.”

She handed him the vibrator. Snape studied the sex toys, testing the softness of
the flail, then turning the silver bullet in his hands for a moment. Then he
looked up at her.

”Your wish is my command—“

They’d been indulging ever since, although not every time they engaged. The
Potions master was very curious about Hermione’s body, and what turned her on.
Although she loved him, he was always secretly worried someone could come along
‘better’ than him. Knowing how to please his witch was very important and
reassuring to the wizard. He knew every kink Hermione Granger had and willingly
indulged her.

Snape was the one who introduced more targeted toys. He had purchased their
first anal vibrator. Not only was he curious about the pleasure it could give
Hermione, but also about his own pleasure. Did he really have a male g-spot?

A bit of discovery proved he did. He experienced one of the most intense orgasms
of his life experimenting with the slim little toy. Severus Snape was a man’s
man. He harbored no secret fears that he might be swinging the other way. He
wasn’t. He was just into a bit more pleasure. Hermione asked him about it one
night.

”You know, Severus, some wizards would think playing with an anal toy would
make them . . . gay or at least bisexual.”

Snape had snorted as she lay in the crook of his arm.

”Hermione, an anus is an anus, no matter if it’s next to a vagina or a penis.
It’s completely asexual. Getting a bit of pleasure out of it makes me no ‘gayer’
than you are when you use a toy,” he said firmly.

Now Hermione looked up into his pale, expectant face, feeling warmth rush across
her lower belly. She’d done enough preparation over the years they’d been
together. She could relax her muscles enough to take him if she wanted to take
him. And it was their wedding night. They should do something special. She was
glad she brought their “goody bag.”

”All right, Severus—we can try it,” she told him softly. And the Potions master
gave her a rare full smile before kissing her again. She could feel the
excitement in the wizard’s kiss and it was infections.

”Go get the goody bag,” he breathed at her after breaking the kiss.

Hermione did as he asked, the wizard’s eyes resting on her plump buttocks as she
walked away.

Score another victory for the knight.

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Hermione returned to the bedside, setting a little bag on top of the nightstand.
She opened it, and looked inside then at Severus. He was lying on his back now,
and his erection made a very impressive tent in his pajama bottoms.

”What should I take out?” she asked him.

”The anal lube, that’s all,” the wizard said softly. “No toys tonight, wife.
You’ll be getting nothing but husband. 100% wizard meat. Accept no substitutes.”

Hermione smiled and shook her head slightly as she took out the bottle of
special lube Severus created for his and her use and set it on the nightstand
within reach. It was thicker than regular lubricant and had cleaning properties
as well, making the anal cavity pristine and germ-free. It also tasted like
cherries.

There were advantages to being magical when it came to sex.

She turned back to Severus, who held out his arms.

”Come to me, Hermione. We can begin our wedding night in earnest,” he said.

His voice sounded a bit raw as Hermione entered the bed and fell into his arms,
on top now and kissing him gently, her love evident in her kiss. Snape relaxed
and gave himself over to his wife’s kisses, making a sound in the back of his
throat as she sat up, straddling his covered erection and untying the little
sash that held her wispy nightie together. She let it slide down her arms,
baring her body for him, now wearing only her thong. Her full breasts were
tight-peaked, the nipples hardened. He slid one hand up her belly, under the
curve of one of her soft globes, the other hand arranging her long curling hair
over her shoulders artistically.

He stared up at Hermione for a moment. Gods, she was beautiful and all his now.

Then Hermione ground down on his erection, whirling her hips sensuously, her hot
core moistening the silk of his trousers, her eyes hot and lips parted. The
hungry way her eyes glittered made her look like a Maenad, one of the wild,
inebriated naked women who worshipped the god of wine, Dionysius. They were
known to rip men to shreds.

As he drew Hermione down and wrapped his lips around one taunt peak, suckling
her gently, Snape thought that would be an excellent way to die.

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A/N: Short chappie, I know. A lot of distractions here. I thought I’d post what
I had since people have been waiting. Hope it was all right. Thanks for reading.
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