Dangerous Escapism
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
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8
Chapter 8
"Miss Delacour, come here please." Snape held out his hand to her and drew her to stand in between his legs. "Kneel. Miss Granger, seat yourself on the arm of my chair, yes like that." Snape's voice had taken on the dangerous softness that he saved for the most egregious of classroom infractions, making even reasonable, polite requests sound like threats.
Professor Snape heaved a huge sigh. His eyes glittered with lust and delight as he regarded his two charges. "Miss Granger, please stroke yourself for the next little while, with your left hand. Previous strictures apply; don't jeopardize your school career at this late hour. Miss Delacour, take me in your mouth and make me come. Take your time. You may begin."
Aah, this was what he'd been waiting for. He shivered with anticipation as Fleur started caressing his thighs and belly through his trousers. He wondered briefly if his was the first cock she'd had in her mouth since she arrived at Hogwarts; it most definitely was not the first ever. She rubbed her face into his crotch, inhaling his scent with a groan, and began to undo the fastenings enclosing his erection. She brushed her fingertips across the taut fabric, and looked up at him with hooded eyes and wetly parted lips. Miss Granger was slowly stroking herself, and Snape reached out his right hand to squeeze and tease her breasts. He held his breath as Fleur gently released his cock from his pants, and leaned back in his chair to give her a better angle.
Fleur teased her fingertips across the velvety skin of his leaking prick, and it sprang up in response to her touch. "Mmh, ah yes, Miss Delacour, slowly please." He looked up at Hermione to see her staring hypnotically into his eyes, her chest rapidly rising and falling in her excitement. Gods, she was beautiful. Fleur allowed her mouth to descend on Snape's cock and lightly swirled her tongue around his tip. Without taking his eyes off Hermione, he reached out and buried his left hand in Fleur's hair, and groaned "Miss Granger, kiss me."
Snape knew that he had made the right selection in his choice of fellators - Fleur was obviously an expert. With her right hand she held taut the skin of his cock against his balls, and with her left she steadied him for easier movement. The feeling of her warm mouth gently enclosing his tip and glans corresponded exactly with Granger's equally soft mouth meeting his. He registered Granger's hair enticingly caressing his chest, and felt rather than heard her soft moan as she kissed him with gentle thoroughness. "Oh, so sweet." he mumbled as Granger's lips continued to wetly caress his and he gasped when she inserted her sweet tongue between them to explore his mouth. He gasped again and involuntarily writhed in his chair as Fleur suddenly sheathed him completely in her mouth, and he felt the tip of his cock slide back against the top of her throat.
Fleur sucked him with astonishing slowness, perfect for his engorged, impassioned state. She was rhythmic but irregular, moving up and down with even pressure but varying depth, so he alternately had the pleasure of her stimulation of his sensitive tip, and the gratification of being deep inside her. He played with her soft blonde hair, splaying it over his thighs and running it between his fingers. Leaving Hermione's breasts, he touched her brown locks with his other hand, and revelled in the exquisite delight of the two girls' attentions and charms.
Snape was completely transported by the sensations he was feeling - the scent of Hermione's hair and body, the feeling of her lips and tongue; Fleur's warmth between his legs, her soft mane and amazingly skilled mouth.
-*~~*~~*-
Granger breathed into Snape's mouth as she kissed him - her breath fast and deep from her self-stimulation. Her lips were incredibly soft, and she tasted like vanilla ice cream. Her nose brushed Snape's face as she moved her lips over his, and her tongue explored his mouth with exquisite care. Her hair felt so good in Snape's hand - soft, resilient and beguiling - more like a leash than a veil, he thought as he tugged on a handful.
The ends of her long hair continued to brush against his chest, teasing his nipples and belly. Hermione moaned softly as she worked her free hand over herself, rocking her body in the process. Her right hand rested gently on his left shoulder for balance.
Meanwhile, in between his knees...
"Miss Delacour, come here please." Snape held out his hand to her and drew her to stand in between his legs. "Kneel. Miss Granger, seat yourself on the arm of my chair, yes like that." Snape's voice had taken on the dangerous softness that he saved for the most egregious of classroom infractions, making even reasonable, polite requests sound like threats.
Professor Snape heaved a huge sigh. His eyes glittered with lust and delight as he regarded his two charges. "Miss Granger, please stroke yourself for the next little while, with your left hand. Previous strictures apply; don't jeopardize your school career at this late hour. Miss Delacour, take me in your mouth and make me come. Take your time. You may begin."
Aah, this was what he'd been waiting for. He shivered with anticipation as Fleur started caressing his thighs and belly through his trousers. He wondered briefly if his was the first cock she'd had in her mouth since she arrived at Hogwarts; it most definitely was not the first ever. She rubbed her face into his crotch, inhaling his scent with a groan, and began to undo the fastenings enclosing his erection. She brushed her fingertips across the taut fabric, and looked up at him with hooded eyes and wetly parted lips. Miss Granger was slowly stroking herself, and Snape reached out his right hand to squeeze and tease her breasts. He held his breath as Fleur gently released his cock from his pants, and leaned back in his chair to give her a better angle.
Fleur teased her fingertips across the velvety skin of his leaking prick, and it sprang up in response to her touch. "Mmh, ah yes, Miss Delacour, slowly please." He looked up at Hermione to see her staring hypnotically into his eyes, her chest rapidly rising and falling in her excitement. Gods, she was beautiful. Fleur allowed her mouth to descend on Snape's cock and lightly swirled her tongue around his tip. Without taking his eyes off Hermione, he reached out and buried his left hand in Fleur's hair, and groaned "Miss Granger, kiss me."
Snape knew that he had made the right selection in his choice of fellators - Fleur was obviously an expert. With her right hand she held taut the skin of his cock against his balls, and with her left she steadied him for easier movement. The feeling of her warm mouth gently enclosing his tip and glans corresponded exactly with Granger's equally soft mouth meeting his. He registered Granger's hair enticingly caressing his chest, and felt rather than heard her soft moan as she kissed him with gentle thoroughness. "Oh, so sweet." he mumbled as Granger's lips continued to wetly caress his and he gasped when she inserted her sweet tongue between them to explore his mouth. He gasped again and involuntarily writhed in his chair as Fleur suddenly sheathed him completely in her mouth, and he felt the tip of his cock slide back against the top of her throat.
Fleur sucked him with astonishing slowness, perfect for his engorged, impassioned state. She was rhythmic but irregular, moving up and down with even pressure but varying depth, so he alternately had the pleasure of her stimulation of his sensitive tip, and the gratification of being deep inside her. He played with her soft blonde hair, splaying it over his thighs and running it between his fingers. Leaving Hermione's breasts, he touched her brown locks with his other hand, and revelled in the exquisite delight of the two girls' attentions and charms.
Snape was completely transported by the sensations he was feeling - the scent of Hermione's hair and body, the feeling of her lips and tongue; Fleur's warmth between his legs, her soft mane and amazingly skilled mouth.
-*~~*~~*-
Granger breathed into Snape's mouth as she kissed him - her breath fast and deep from her self-stimulation. Her lips were incredibly soft, and she tasted like vanilla ice cream. Her nose brushed Snape's face as she moved her lips over his, and her tongue explored his mouth with exquisite care. Her hair felt so good in Snape's hand - soft, resilient and beguiling - more like a leash than a veil, he thought as he tugged on a handful.
The ends of her long hair continued to brush against his chest, teasing his nipples and belly. Hermione moaned softly as she worked her free hand over herself, rocking her body in the process. Her right hand rested gently on his left shoulder for balance.
Meanwhile, in between his knees...