Echoes of the Soul

Iydella and Rasari waited silently for the wizard. The atmosphere between them we tense and pulsing, both now aware of the urgency of the situation.



Dumbledore appeared before them and could sense that all was not well between them.



‘Holy Goddess.’ He smiled at Iydella ‘My Lord Rasari’ he nodded.



Rasari spoke. ‘It is time Wizard. We need to expedite matters.’



Dumbledore looked at Iydella, his face shocked.



‘I concur with Rasari, Albus. I hoped to allow more time but we cannot wait. The rift grows ever wider and our strength is weakening.’



Dumbledore sighed and looked grave. He had also hoped for more time to choreograph this most complicated of dances.



‘Very well. I will do what I must. If this succeeds, your children with thank you in the nether plain.’ He bowed low and then disappeared in a flash of white light.



Dumbledore awoke behind his desk; Fawkes was singing a soft melody.



‘I have returned Fawkes, with grave news. We need to act immediately. Are you prepared?’



Fawkes stopped singing and blinked. Dumbledore nodded a little.



‘Very well. You may begin.’



Fawkes stood high on his perch and ruffled his feathers a little. He began to sing a song never heard before, a tune that spoke of mourning and loss, of love and passion, so beautiful that even Albus had tears in his eyes. The song carried to the ears of one Severus Snape and one Hermione Granger and they began to dream the same dream.





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They were standing in a clearing surrounded by lush trees, a circle of mossy grass in the centre. She had been waiting for this moment and for him, all of her life. He took her hand in his and they lay together on the grass.



He looked down at her, his dark eyes full of love as he bent to kiss her. She gasped as he plundered her mouth with his tongue and pushed her lips hard against his. He groaned and pushed his thick length against her thigh. She trembled a little and he pulled back, searching her hazel eyes deeply. They showed love and something more. Desire. Only for him. He growled. He wanted her, his animal instinct was taking over. He had been tender and gentle when he pleasured her before. Now he would take her maidenhead on his terms. She was helpless to resist him and they both knew it.



She saw the glint in his eye and heard his feral growl. She smiled. She was more than ready for him.



‘Now, Annalin, take me now..’ she whispered hoarsely.



He fell on her with a passion she had never known. He tore at her thin chemise, ripping the fabric away from her full breasts to reveal their caramel points. He rasped at her breasts and sucked roughly at her nipples. She felt wetness engulf her vagina and began to writhe under his mouth, pushing her breasts upwards.



He moved his hand quickly to the soft triangle at the top of her thighs and thrust two thick fingers into her. She was so wet, he moaned as he felt his cock throb with a dull ache.



‘So wet for me, my love’ ‘he growled in her ear ‘I will make you scream Selene. You will want no other man but me, ever.’



She gasped as his fingers thrust into her and she started to grind her wetness over his hand.



‘I need you inside me, Annalin!’ she cried out.



‘My pleasure..’ he murmured as he ripped open the front of his britches, withdrawing his thick, hard cock and fisting himself a little. He pushed himself quickly into the entrance of her pussy and raised himself up on his hands. He looked down at her. Selene’s breasts were glistening with sweat and he saw the head of his cock nestled in her nether lips. She was panting and rubbing at her clit with her delicate fingers. He felt his cock twitch.



‘Sweet Selene!’ He grunted and thrust himself hard. Her pelvis jerked to meet him and she cried out with pleasure and pain as he broke her hymen and stretched her beyond her wildest fantasy. He pushed hard inside her, forcing her buttocks into the soft grass.



‘Yessss!’ he hissed. She was so tight. This was what he wanted.



Tears shone on her face as she squeezed her vagina around him. She held onto his shoulders and dug her nails in. She needed him to move.



‘Please, Annalin! Complete me!’ She gasped.



Annalin began to thrust into her with quick deep strokes, pushing hard as he hit her cervix over and over. He hooked his arms beneath her knees and spread her sex wide. His cock glistened with her creamy juices as he slid in and out of her. He started to slam into her and felt his scrotum tightened, the force of his movements causing Selene to jerk beneath him, her head lolling to one side as she joined him in his pleasure.



‘So close…’ she moaned ‘so close…’



Annalin grunted as his orgasm started.



Suddenly, the couple stopped moving as if suspended in time. The dreamers’ perspective changed. They were looking at the two lovers entwined and totally s one with each other. The image was changing, the faces of the figures changing. Where Annalin and Selene were engaged in sexual ecstasy now lay Hermione Granger and Severus Snape, her face contorted with pleasure, his cock buried deep in her sweet pussy, his eyes closed as he was about to shoot forth into her.



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Hermione woke, gasping, her face covered in sweat. ‘Oh my God..’ she moaned, her pussy was on fire and she needed to come. She thrust her hand between her soaking folds and thrummed her clit quickly, coming with great shudders, waves of pleasure pulsing through her body as she jerked and lifted her pelvis off the bed. As she came, she saw Severus’s face before her eyes.



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Severus awoke with his hand gripping his cock, fisting his length up and down frantically, his throat constricted, veins pulsing in his neck.



‘Fuck! Fuck!’ He shouted as he came, thick creamy sperm pulsing from him. As he came down from his peak, he could see his cock buried deeply inside Hermione and he groaned with desire.









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