Snape\'s Harem
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
16,729
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21
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Snape's Harem
No worries, I will be/am working on Their Greatest Mistake, but I'm having some writer's block. So, in the meantime, here's a little smutt-fest!
There will be relationships between Hermione and pretty much a lot of other people, but the main story like is her and Snape.
**
Hermione sat in her bedroom nervously. Her evaluation was set to begin in ten minutes, and she had been ready early, anxious to go and be fucked by Snape.
Perhaps I should back up and explain.
The war had ended a year ago, she had woken up from a six-month-long coma with amnesia three months ago, and she couldn’t remember much from before her coma.
The Healers had told her that she received a personal invitation from Draco Malfoy (the Draco Malfoy, the Supreme Ruler of the Wizarding world) to live at a special institution for Muggle-borns that he liked. Now, Hermione knew that as a Muggle-born, there wasn’t much that she could do as the Pureblood’s ruled the world, but all she wanted to do was please them. The best thing that a male Muggle-born could do to serve those of a higher blood concentration was to be a servant, which all gladly did, as all wanted to serve them.
The best thing that a female Muggle-born could do was be a concubine for a Pureblood, preferably one in Mr. Malfoy’s favor, if not him. The institute that Hermione was at now was, she knew, nicknamed Snape’s Harem.
Snape’s Harem was run by the sultry, sexy, panty-wetting ex-professor himself. It was there that the married Pureblood’s that Mr. Malfoy liked came and picked out a concubine (or more, depending on how much Mr. Malfoy liked them) for the year, as the other harems were for the other levels of blood concentration. It was also where the unmarried Pureblood’s that Mr. Malfoy liked came and had full use of as many girls as they liked, according, of course, to how much Mr. Malfoy liked them. Most were only allowed one girl at a time, but a handful were allowed two and one was allowed three.
There were thirty girls at harem, and upon their arrival they were ‘evaluated’ by Severus Snape, who everyone called The Professor, for their sexual prowess and looks. In this evaluation, they were to seduce, fuck, and be fucked by Snape himself, and afterwards he would evaluate them. Before a Pureblood arrived, he was sent the folders of each girl. Each folder contained a provocative photograph, Snape’s evaluation, and her personal information.
Hermione had arrived a week earlier, and had instantly had a meeting with Snape himself.
“Now, Hermione,” Snape said from his chair behind his desk as she entered his office. “You know why you are here, correct?” he asked while staring pointedly at the erect nipples of her DD cup breasts and juicing dripping down her legs, simply for hearing him talk, beneath the uniform that all girls wore (see here: http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/application/prodDisplay/?namespace=productDisplay&origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&event=display&prnbr=3G-211824&page=2&cgname=OSBRPPEEZZZ&rfnbr=3886).
Per protocol, she moved from the door to straddle him, and was a little surprised when he placed one hand on her upper thigh beneath the lace strap of her thong an the other pinched a nipple while he nipped at the other one. She moaned and arched, before replying, “Yes, sir . . . ohhhh . . . I’m hear beeecause . . . that’s soo good . . . because I want to please . . . ma-ma-ma-more there, right there . . . I want to please Purebloods.”
He removed his hands and mouth from her and cupped her ass, shoving her forcibly so that her juices dripped onto his robes and her breasts, straining the fabric, were in his face. “Very good,” he said, licking in between her breasts, earning a moan. “Your evaluation will be in one week. Get a lot of sleep, as you will need it.”
With a slap to the rear, she was booted from his office, and then shipped off to the room that would be hers when she was not pleasing someone.
In the week that followed her meeting with Snape, Hermione attended classes to understand what was expected of her while at the Harem. The single-client situations she was used to and had done before, even if she couldn’t remember. The multi-client, or client with multiple girls, was something she wasn’t so sure about.
The other girls were nice enough, and it helped that they all had to wear the same thing. When Hermione arrived, there were only fifteen girls, as the other fifteen were all off for eleven months with Mr. Malfoy’s favorite people. After eleven months they would be back, and a month later the men would come and choose new girls.
Some of the girls assured Hermione that the evaluation was nothing to worry about, and she should simply think about how attracted she is to Snape. “Remember, the most important thing is that for four hours, you are all his. Think about all of the bases and beyond, and don’t forget to tell him how badly you need his cock. All men have extremely large heads, so that will be perfect,” one girl, a blond named Victoire, told her.
And so, Hermione sat, wearing her “seduction outfit,” on her bed, waiting for the guard to come and get her.
**
Well? whaddya think?
xx
Suzz
There will be relationships between Hermione and pretty much a lot of other people, but the main story like is her and Snape.
**
Hermione sat in her bedroom nervously. Her evaluation was set to begin in ten minutes, and she had been ready early, anxious to go and be fucked by Snape.
Perhaps I should back up and explain.
The war had ended a year ago, she had woken up from a six-month-long coma with amnesia three months ago, and she couldn’t remember much from before her coma.
The Healers had told her that she received a personal invitation from Draco Malfoy (the Draco Malfoy, the Supreme Ruler of the Wizarding world) to live at a special institution for Muggle-borns that he liked. Now, Hermione knew that as a Muggle-born, there wasn’t much that she could do as the Pureblood’s ruled the world, but all she wanted to do was please them. The best thing that a male Muggle-born could do to serve those of a higher blood concentration was to be a servant, which all gladly did, as all wanted to serve them.
The best thing that a female Muggle-born could do was be a concubine for a Pureblood, preferably one in Mr. Malfoy’s favor, if not him. The institute that Hermione was at now was, she knew, nicknamed Snape’s Harem.
Snape’s Harem was run by the sultry, sexy, panty-wetting ex-professor himself. It was there that the married Pureblood’s that Mr. Malfoy liked came and picked out a concubine (or more, depending on how much Mr. Malfoy liked them) for the year, as the other harems were for the other levels of blood concentration. It was also where the unmarried Pureblood’s that Mr. Malfoy liked came and had full use of as many girls as they liked, according, of course, to how much Mr. Malfoy liked them. Most were only allowed one girl at a time, but a handful were allowed two and one was allowed three.
There were thirty girls at harem, and upon their arrival they were ‘evaluated’ by Severus Snape, who everyone called The Professor, for their sexual prowess and looks. In this evaluation, they were to seduce, fuck, and be fucked by Snape himself, and afterwards he would evaluate them. Before a Pureblood arrived, he was sent the folders of each girl. Each folder contained a provocative photograph, Snape’s evaluation, and her personal information.
Hermione had arrived a week earlier, and had instantly had a meeting with Snape himself.
“Now, Hermione,” Snape said from his chair behind his desk as she entered his office. “You know why you are here, correct?” he asked while staring pointedly at the erect nipples of her DD cup breasts and juicing dripping down her legs, simply for hearing him talk, beneath the uniform that all girls wore (see here: http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/application/prodDisplay/?namespace=productDisplay&origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&event=display&prnbr=3G-211824&page=2&cgname=OSBRPPEEZZZ&rfnbr=3886).
Per protocol, she moved from the door to straddle him, and was a little surprised when he placed one hand on her upper thigh beneath the lace strap of her thong an the other pinched a nipple while he nipped at the other one. She moaned and arched, before replying, “Yes, sir . . . ohhhh . . . I’m hear beeecause . . . that’s soo good . . . because I want to please . . . ma-ma-ma-more there, right there . . . I want to please Purebloods.”
He removed his hands and mouth from her and cupped her ass, shoving her forcibly so that her juices dripped onto his robes and her breasts, straining the fabric, were in his face. “Very good,” he said, licking in between her breasts, earning a moan. “Your evaluation will be in one week. Get a lot of sleep, as you will need it.”
With a slap to the rear, she was booted from his office, and then shipped off to the room that would be hers when she was not pleasing someone.
In the week that followed her meeting with Snape, Hermione attended classes to understand what was expected of her while at the Harem. The single-client situations she was used to and had done before, even if she couldn’t remember. The multi-client, or client with multiple girls, was something she wasn’t so sure about.
The other girls were nice enough, and it helped that they all had to wear the same thing. When Hermione arrived, there were only fifteen girls, as the other fifteen were all off for eleven months with Mr. Malfoy’s favorite people. After eleven months they would be back, and a month later the men would come and choose new girls.
Some of the girls assured Hermione that the evaluation was nothing to worry about, and she should simply think about how attracted she is to Snape. “Remember, the most important thing is that for four hours, you are all his. Think about all of the bases and beyond, and don’t forget to tell him how badly you need his cock. All men have extremely large heads, so that will be perfect,” one girl, a blond named Victoire, told her.
And so, Hermione sat, wearing her “seduction outfit,” on her bed, waiting for the guard to come and get her.
**
Well? whaddya think?
xx
Suzz