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The Vagina Monologue
Duck Duck Goose
By MysticSlave
Chapter 7: The Vagina Monologue
Severus was tossing and turning in his bead. Crookshanks had grudgingly given up his nice warm spot next to his ‘mistress’ for a safer spot on the armchair before he was forcibly kicked onto the floor.
Dream Sequence:
Minerva was in her glory, decked out in a full leather ensemble that had left Severus speechless. A quick, breathy intake of air was all he could manage.
Apparently, it was enough. Minerva beamed at him, drawing the whip she had held behind her back around her waist, in a smooth, languid motion that further rooted him where he stood.
Minerva approached him, placed one finger under his chin and tilted his head up so that eye contact would be made. Then she kissed him. It would be his undoing.
Severus’s mind shut off. He was unable to process anything further that happened to Hermione’s body, which was, the traitorous thing, giving in to Minerva’s kissing and stroking. The knees were weak, the heart racing, the stomach atremble with feelings he didn’t like. He hated feeling powerless; it so rarely happened to the taciturn man who prided himself on his control in the worst of situations. But he couldn’t control this body that wasn’t his and wanted the attentions that Minerva was drenching it with.
It was as if he were floating outside of Hermione’s body, watching it all, taking it all in; the body reacted out of its own accord.
Minerva leaned over him, her lips, unexpectedly soft and warm pressed against his. She moved her hands to his back, rubbing in increasingly larger circles, before moving around to the front to undo the clasp of her student’s robe. It dropped to the floor with a soft thump. His blouse and skirt swiftly joined the robe. Minerva nearly swooned with delight to discover Hermione wasn’t wearing a bra. “You came prepared, my love!” In truth, Severus wasn’t having much luck trying to put the bloody things on, and had given up, figuring if he was careful, no one would notice. Aside from Minerva.
She leaned down to suckle his breasts, and he heard a treacherous moan escape his lips; her skilled tongue drove him crazy. He felt suddenly wet, and thought he had had an accident out of nervousness, until he detected the headiness of his musk, intertwined with that of Minerva’s, wafting up through the air. His groin ached with desire; why did it have to be Minerva that Hermione fell for? In any other situation, this would be delightful, and instead he felt as if his soul was being defaced in far worse a way than any experience he had suffered at the hands of the Dark Lord.
Minerva slipped her hand into the crotch of his panties, growling in pleasure as she discovered the flood. She kissed him there, and his body came alive, all sensation pooled there where she’d kissed him. He didn’t know this body was capable of such bliss. Minerva licked and caressed him, all very gently. He knew this body was very close to a climax; male, female, the end was all heat. But before he had release, blessed release that would let him escape this near exquisite torture, she stopped, stood, and turned him around, draping his body languidly over the settee that was in her private chambers. He lay there, not knowing what was coming until he heard the telling whistling movement through the air. He willed himself not to tense up as the whip cut across his back, raising a long red welt in its wake. She struck him time after time before tossing the whip away and pouncing on him to elicit further pleasure. He never would have guessed the uptight Deputy Headmistress was a sadist.
“Now, trust me, my sweet,” she whispered, nuzzling into his ear as she gently laid him down length-ways on the couch. He could do nothing to resist, his body jumping wildly at her every touch. He realized with a start that she had tied his legs in place when he wasn’t looking; not that he could have resisted.
“This is what you get for playing hard to get with your Mistress, Hermione Jane,” she teased.
“I thought you liked it,” he said softly, thinking how inane a comment it was even as he uttered it.
“Yes, of course I enjoyed it, but you were still defiant and I had to punish you tonight, my dear. I know how much you enjoyment you derive from having your legs free, so tonight you’ll just have to do without!”
He pulled his leg towards him experimentally and found there was no give. It was quite secure, but not so tight as to cut off circulation.
Minerva began to peel her skin-tight leather ensemble from her body, revealing her soft, womanly body. One Hermione found a great beauty in but that had horrified Severus. Tonight he was so far gone from her administrations that, thankfully, he barely noticed.
Her nipples were puckered and hard, rosy in colour, standing at attention. Severus was very glad suddenly, if for nothing else, that wizards aged much, much slower than Muggles. At last, the leather piece was on the floor and Minerva was straddling him.
As much as Severus’s spirit hated this, his body ached for her touch and he unwittingly yielded up to her, breathing in her heady musky fragrance. His hands moved of their own accord to stroke the older woman’s skin; her soft breasts, her smooth stomach, her warm thighs, seeking her wetness. He sat up the best he could under he weight to plant soft kisses down, tracking the path of his hands. He was too far gone to care now, sex was sex and he needed the sweet release that his orgasm would bring. He panted and mewed, breath gasping as Minerva moved back down his body, tongue trailing to his wet folds, caressing him until he peaked, and then after, as he came down from his high. She snuggled up against him. “You’re wonderful, as always, Hermione, a quick study in everything you do,” she paused, leaning closer, teeth grazing his ear. “Now it’s your turn to make me feel good.”
End Dream Sequence
Severus bolted upright in his bed. His body had betrayed him while he slept and he was wet with wanting, sick with the need of it. Hermione had to take him as an apprentice tomorrow. He prayed that his reputation would lend him the solace of his beloved labs and give him a valid reason to escape from Minerva. He couldn’t take much more of this. He couldn’t imagine facing his old friend and colleague when this was all over. He was by nature a silent man; but were he to tell Minerva the truth when they were back in their proper body, it would surely stifle anyone into silence. Long, unending, shocked silence. No good could come of his; of that, he was sure.
He sunk deeper under the covers, and closed his eyes once more, finally slipping into more restful slumber.
Artwork for this chapter: http://www.geocities.com/mysticsong1978/ffpix/mistressminerva.jpg
By MysticSlave
Chapter 7: The Vagina Monologue
Severus was tossing and turning in his bead. Crookshanks had grudgingly given up his nice warm spot next to his ‘mistress’ for a safer spot on the armchair before he was forcibly kicked onto the floor.
Dream Sequence:
Minerva was in her glory, decked out in a full leather ensemble that had left Severus speechless. A quick, breathy intake of air was all he could manage.
Apparently, it was enough. Minerva beamed at him, drawing the whip she had held behind her back around her waist, in a smooth, languid motion that further rooted him where he stood.
Minerva approached him, placed one finger under his chin and tilted his head up so that eye contact would be made. Then she kissed him. It would be his undoing.
Severus’s mind shut off. He was unable to process anything further that happened to Hermione’s body, which was, the traitorous thing, giving in to Minerva’s kissing and stroking. The knees were weak, the heart racing, the stomach atremble with feelings he didn’t like. He hated feeling powerless; it so rarely happened to the taciturn man who prided himself on his control in the worst of situations. But he couldn’t control this body that wasn’t his and wanted the attentions that Minerva was drenching it with.
It was as if he were floating outside of Hermione’s body, watching it all, taking it all in; the body reacted out of its own accord.
Minerva leaned over him, her lips, unexpectedly soft and warm pressed against his. She moved her hands to his back, rubbing in increasingly larger circles, before moving around to the front to undo the clasp of her student’s robe. It dropped to the floor with a soft thump. His blouse and skirt swiftly joined the robe. Minerva nearly swooned with delight to discover Hermione wasn’t wearing a bra. “You came prepared, my love!” In truth, Severus wasn’t having much luck trying to put the bloody things on, and had given up, figuring if he was careful, no one would notice. Aside from Minerva.
She leaned down to suckle his breasts, and he heard a treacherous moan escape his lips; her skilled tongue drove him crazy. He felt suddenly wet, and thought he had had an accident out of nervousness, until he detected the headiness of his musk, intertwined with that of Minerva’s, wafting up through the air. His groin ached with desire; why did it have to be Minerva that Hermione fell for? In any other situation, this would be delightful, and instead he felt as if his soul was being defaced in far worse a way than any experience he had suffered at the hands of the Dark Lord.
Minerva slipped her hand into the crotch of his panties, growling in pleasure as she discovered the flood. She kissed him there, and his body came alive, all sensation pooled there where she’d kissed him. He didn’t know this body was capable of such bliss. Minerva licked and caressed him, all very gently. He knew this body was very close to a climax; male, female, the end was all heat. But before he had release, blessed release that would let him escape this near exquisite torture, she stopped, stood, and turned him around, draping his body languidly over the settee that was in her private chambers. He lay there, not knowing what was coming until he heard the telling whistling movement through the air. He willed himself not to tense up as the whip cut across his back, raising a long red welt in its wake. She struck him time after time before tossing the whip away and pouncing on him to elicit further pleasure. He never would have guessed the uptight Deputy Headmistress was a sadist.
“Now, trust me, my sweet,” she whispered, nuzzling into his ear as she gently laid him down length-ways on the couch. He could do nothing to resist, his body jumping wildly at her every touch. He realized with a start that she had tied his legs in place when he wasn’t looking; not that he could have resisted.
“This is what you get for playing hard to get with your Mistress, Hermione Jane,” she teased.
“I thought you liked it,” he said softly, thinking how inane a comment it was even as he uttered it.
“Yes, of course I enjoyed it, but you were still defiant and I had to punish you tonight, my dear. I know how much you enjoyment you derive from having your legs free, so tonight you’ll just have to do without!”
He pulled his leg towards him experimentally and found there was no give. It was quite secure, but not so tight as to cut off circulation.
Minerva began to peel her skin-tight leather ensemble from her body, revealing her soft, womanly body. One Hermione found a great beauty in but that had horrified Severus. Tonight he was so far gone from her administrations that, thankfully, he barely noticed.
Her nipples were puckered and hard, rosy in colour, standing at attention. Severus was very glad suddenly, if for nothing else, that wizards aged much, much slower than Muggles. At last, the leather piece was on the floor and Minerva was straddling him.
As much as Severus’s spirit hated this, his body ached for her touch and he unwittingly yielded up to her, breathing in her heady musky fragrance. His hands moved of their own accord to stroke the older woman’s skin; her soft breasts, her smooth stomach, her warm thighs, seeking her wetness. He sat up the best he could under he weight to plant soft kisses down, tracking the path of his hands. He was too far gone to care now, sex was sex and he needed the sweet release that his orgasm would bring. He panted and mewed, breath gasping as Minerva moved back down his body, tongue trailing to his wet folds, caressing him until he peaked, and then after, as he came down from his high. She snuggled up against him. “You’re wonderful, as always, Hermione, a quick study in everything you do,” she paused, leaning closer, teeth grazing his ear. “Now it’s your turn to make me feel good.”
End Dream Sequence
Severus bolted upright in his bed. His body had betrayed him while he slept and he was wet with wanting, sick with the need of it. Hermione had to take him as an apprentice tomorrow. He prayed that his reputation would lend him the solace of his beloved labs and give him a valid reason to escape from Minerva. He couldn’t take much more of this. He couldn’t imagine facing his old friend and colleague when this was all over. He was by nature a silent man; but were he to tell Minerva the truth when they were back in their proper body, it would surely stifle anyone into silence. Long, unending, shocked silence. No good could come of his; of that, he was sure.
He sunk deeper under the covers, and closed his eyes once more, finally slipping into more restful slumber.
Artwork for this chapter: http://www.geocities.com/mysticsong1978/ffpix/mistressminerva.jpg