Seduction By Chocolate

A/N : This was orginally going to be about Lucius Malfoy and chocolate pudding ( inspired by Schyler D’s ‘Harry Potter Big Brother’ story, somewhere towards the end ), but as I’m writing it to tease my beta, MegaB, and she much prefers Snape stories, I changed it. See how much I value you Mega. Also, the Snape in this story seems a little clueless to begin with. Something Lucius never does... well not in my world anyway. He’s way to sure of himself.

This is just PWP - completely and shamelessly. Harmless, smutty fun.
***Enjoy and review please.***
PS : I must apologise- the word ‘chocolate’ is used with monotonous regularity. Sorry if you a) don’t have any, and b) are on a diet.


Seduction by Chocolate

“What is this?” Snape looked at the brown, sweet smelling concoction that the house elf had placed in front of him.
The young seductress sitting across the table from him laughed softly, causing him to look at her. “Why Severus, it’s chocolate pudding. Haven’t you ever had it before?”
“No, I prefer food with some substance...”
She leaned across the small table. His eyes left her face and travelled to the low neckline of her extremely sexy dress. She dipped her finger in the chocolate pudding and touched it to his lips. His eyes left her cleavage regretfully. Why did she insist upon wearing those clothes?
Her finger moved from his lips, leaving a smear of chocolate on them, and was popped into her mouth, where it was sucked clean. Leaning over a little more, her lips met his, her tongue licking the chocolate from his bottom lip. He groaned as their tongues met. He tasted the chocolate pudding that she’d eaten, and wondered if it tasted as good off a spoon.
She ended the kiss and sauntered around the table to straddle his lap, her dress sliding up to sit high on her thighs. Most of the spoonful of pudding she lifted to his mouth made it, but not all. A small amount fell from the spoon, landing on the skin exposed by the low cut neckline of the dress. “Oooops...”
Snape picked up a serviette, to do the gentlemanly thing and clean the offending spill. She shook her head and put her hand on his arm encouraging him to put the serviette down. “I thought you liked your food with a little... body.”
He shook his head. What was the little minx up to this time? They met for dinner quite often. Most of the time she was good company and they discussed current affairs and new developments in the field of potions and medicine. Just lately though, she’d become a lot more familiar with him. It had begun with standing close and stray touches on his arm or hand. It had progressed to kisses good- night when he left her flat, sexy clothes and seductive food... being dropped on parts of the anatomy better left alone. “If I’m not to use a serviette, how do you suggest you clean yourself?” He thought he’d ask, even though he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear the answer.
Her musical laughter surrounded him. “Sevvie...” She watched him cringe, knowing he hated that particular sobriquet. “Use your...” She leaned in close to him and licked his lips. “...tongue.”
So that was her game. He thought he’d call her bluff. She gasped when she felt his lips, then tongue on the exposed skin of her breast. He lingered there a little longer than necessary, finding the taste of her better than the taste of chocolate pudding. And, he answered his own previous question, no... chocolate pudding didn’t taste nearly as intoxicating off a spoon as it did off a body.
He kissed his way up her neck and captured her lips in a sensual kiss. Oh God... at last. She assumed this meant he’d finally decidedgivegive in to her subtle- and not so subtle- flirting. Her fingers worked at the buttons of his robe, cursing, in her mind, his choice of clothing. He’d worn this ‘armour’ for as long as she’d known him. She was sure there was a body under it all somewhere, and she was hoping it would be worth it when she found it.
He smiled one of his rare smiles. “I seem to have you at a disadvantage...” he pushed the dress from her shoulders and stood her on her feet. The dress slithered to the floor, leaving her standing before him in a lacy black bra and matching g-string.
“Do I look bothered about that?” The look in her eye told him the answer to that question. “Besides...” she held his robe and pulled it apart. Buttons flew in every direction, skidding across the floor and ending up under cabinets and book shelves. A wicked smile. “... not for long.” The robe ended up hung over the back of the chair he was still sitting on, and she turned her attention to him again. Damnit, a shirt. More of those accursed buttons. He reminded her of one of those Russian Babushka dolls and she wondered when- if- she’d ever get to the real Severus. She raised her hands to the collar of the shirt, her intention clear.
“No.” Snape pushed her hands away. “I think that looking for those other buttons will keep your house elf busy enough... and I need some clothing left in tact.” he stated drily and proceeded to undo the buttons efficiently...
Revealing a body, at last. And not a bad one at that. She straddled his lap again, running her hands up his torso and across the firmly muscled chest and shoulders, pushing the shirt off impatiently. Using her fingers, she scooped some of the chocolate pudding from the bowl and smeared it down the centre of his chest. After licking her fingers clean, she kissed him and gradually worked her way from his mouth to his chest, where the chocolate was waiting.
“Mmmmm, yum...” As her tongue licked it’s path, her hands worked at the fastenings of his trousers, eventually getting them undone. Damn, she’d never known anyone more difficult to get undressed.
“Do you think we should maybe move this to the bedroom?” Snape asked. His hands removed her bra, stroking her breasts, his lips nuzzling her neck.
“What...?” A soft, contented sigh. “Oh... um... yeah.” She slid from his knees and sashayed her way to the bedroom. “Don’t make me wait too long Sev...”
Snape closed his eyes and exhaled. He tried vainly to pinpoint exactly when their relationship had slipped from a platonic friendship to... this, and cn’t.n’t. It had been so gradual. Should he leave? Yeeess. No! Why should he? He was as entitled to love... sex... as anyone else. This girl was younger than him, but she was over twenty one. She’d made it clear that she wanted him. He stood and, picking up the bowl of chocolate pudding- she’d started it, he was going to finish it- strolled into the bedroom.
He looked at her, lying on the bed, her body lit only by the many candles scattered around the room. He’d never really noticed before how beautiful she was. He removed the rest of his clothing and sat next to her. “What shall we do with the rest of this?” Indicating the chocolate pudding.
She shrugged. “We could... eat it. Did you bring a spoon?”
“No. Rather remiss of me, wasn’t it?” His finger swirled lazily in the chocolate before making it’s way to her mouth. His turn to tease. Two could very definitely play at this game.
Her lips opened to admit his finger, her tongue teasin she she licked and sucked it clean. Snape groaned and she smiled. Both were imagining her lips wrapped around another part of his anatomy... with or without chocolate.
She dipped her fingers into the chocolate and, deciding that Snape could return the favour she’d bestowed on him earlier, proceeded to paint her own body with it. Snape moved her hand to her breast so she’d cover a nipple in chocolate, working on the other one himself. He drew the chocolate covered flesh into his mouth, the nipple hardening on contact, the soft groan she made increasing his ardour. The flavour of the chocolate blended so well with the taste of her skin, the velvet and silken textures of both complementing each other perfectly.
Her hands were on his shoulders, fingertips ghosting over the defined muscles, nails scratching his back. “Yesss...” She clung to him, arching against him. “Sev... oh...”
He turned his attention to the other breast, devouring the chocolate from her. He was sure that chocolate pudding would quickly become his favourite food, especially if it was served like this. The nipple hardened in his mouth, against his tongue, and he bit softly evoking another soft groan.
Her hand encircled his hard cock and moved teasingly. She smiled at his sharp intake of breath and their eyes met.
“I don’t think chocolate pudding makes a very good lubricant.”
She laughed. “Oh, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem...” and pushed him back on the bed, sliding her sticky body down his. The bed sheets were going to be a sticky, chocolatey mess... and so were they. Mmmmm, a nice long hot shower in the morning... or maybe a bath. Oh God. Sex and chocolate, sex and water. Could life get any better?
Her tongue licked the melting chocolate pudding from his shaft, before her mouth took him in. Teeth scraped gently, her tongue wrapping itself around him, tasting the residue of the chocolate left there. As she sucked, the salty taste that slid down her throat contradicted the sweet pudding. Her mouth left him, she wanted more than a quick blow job.
Suddenly, she was flat on her back. Sticky hands being held above her head by more sticky hands as his lips captured hers in a chocolatey sweet kiss, her mouth ravaged by his. “I’m not famed for my patient nature...”
She felt his cock probing her, while one of his hands roamed over her body, long fingers teasing and stroking intimately. She arched her back, her hips rising to meet him, pushing against the hardness there.
“Open your eyes.”
She did... looking up into the black eyes above her. She tried to look away, afraid for the first time, but his hypnotic gaze was too strong. There was no shred of emotion to be seen behind those eyes, they were completely blank.
One swift thrust and he filled her, moving in her slowly, watching her eyes. He saw a multitude of emotions flit across them and smiled releasing her hands, which immediately curled around his neck, one of them tangling in his long hair. She pulled him close and kissed him, losing her breath in his mouth...
Oh God! This was... None of her other lovers had come close to leaving her feeling like this. Totally possessed. His hot kisses moved across her face to her neck. Soft bites and warm breath in her ear, warm fingers caressing her breasts, sticky, sweaty skin sliding against the same. Moans and grunts and groans, whispers and sighs, audible breathing, Neither caring who heard, not that there was anyone, only a busy house elf- who considered his mistress’s business none of his affair.
She felt a familiar sensation kindling in her belly and pushed against him harder. “More... yessss...” murmured against his neck, vibrations in his ear.
Her climax pulsed around his shaft and he thrust into her once more, deeply, covering her mouth with his to muffle their intermingled cries of passion.
Breathing heavily, Snapeled led off her, sliding a finger across her sweaty, chocolatey skin. She shivered and laughed. “You’ll stay, I hope.”
His arms went around her. “Yes, I’ll stay. I can’t wait to find out what’s for dessert tomorrow.”

***** That’s It. The End. *****

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