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The Passion Wheel	By : Minerva Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 2653 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Passion Wheel
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Disclaimer:
On your way to Flourish and Blotts to purchase the latest Harry Potter Quidditch guide, you find an old rolled up scroll. You quickly bend down and pick it up. Upon unrolling it, you discover that it’s blank. However, you remember Harry Potter’s adventures with the Marauder’s Map from his autobiography, Harry Potter: Before and After Voldemort.
You take your wand, point it at the scroll, and say, ‘I solemnly swear that I will not sue Wild Rose, because I know that the Potter Universe belongs to J.K. Rowling, her licensors, and her publishers, not Minerva.’
Suddenly, words magically begin to appear on the scroll.
Moony: Ah, you figured out the password.
Prongs: Congragulations, but the words that we conceal so carefully will not be so easily revealed.
Wormtail: Yes, we are the keepers of a story that can only be shown to certain eyes, for it contains a pairing that not everyone agrees with.
Padfoot: At least some people have sense to know that the lovely Hermione shouldn’t be with that greasy git. Why would she want him when she could have me?
Minerva: Oh, Padfoot, you know Sevvie’s sexy. Who could resist that snarky Slytherin? I wonder what he looks like in just black silk boxers.
Padfoot: Ah!!! Images!!!
Minerva: Now that I’ve punished Padfoot for remarking about my sexy Slytherin, it’s time to ask you: Do you agree with the pairing?
A/N: I have been getting frequent visits from the smut bunny as of late. Should I indulge him and explore his other ideas? It is a SS/HG fic and is nothing but PWP. Are reviews too much to ask for?
In the flicking light and radiating warmth of the roaring flames, she sat in her favorite leather chair and went over her plan once more. Her ears were alert to the faintest sound that might announce his entrance. Over a month of meticulous planning would go to waste if it was discovered now, a mere week before the intended date. The plan’s precise preparation was predictable, but its contents were far from expected.
Hermione Snape had lived in marital bliss for just under a year with the enigmatic Potions Master. Though to most he was cruel and sarcastic, Severus treated her like a goddess: kind, loving, gentle, adoring, attentive, and protective. One could go as far as to say he was obsessive in his affection and treatment toward her, a reflection of his insecurity.
When she had first confronted him with her feelings after the graduation ball, he had refused to allow himself to believe that his hopes were coming true, fearing a sadistic practical joke. During the two years that she took accelerated study at the university, he was still sure that she would come to her senses and leave him. Even now, after a total of three years together, he still feared his beautiful Charms professor might leave him for the latest Defense of the Dark Arts teacher.
His disregard for his own happiness and pleasure led to the formulation of the idea for her anniversary present. It was his turn to be the recipient of euphoric and erotic pleasures. She was going to demonstrate to him that he had no need to feel insecure....
Perhaps everyone has a little Slytherin in them that is dying to slither out for a little fun, she mused with a wicked grin.
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Even the stressful day of exploding caldrons and insufferable dunderheads could not ruin the beatific state Severus Snape found himself in. All he had to do was survive the day, and the evening would be spent in celebration of the first year of marriage to the woman he adored. He had the reservations made and the destinations planned: a quiet stroll to Hogsmeade, Apparate to Paris for a candlelight dinner and ballroom dancing, and finally Apparate to Tahiti for a romantic walk on the beach along with other things. A mischievous grin graced his features at that implication.
In a classroom in another part of the castle, Hermione was mentally reviewing what elements remained to be done. She had begun phase one as soon as consciousness had surfaced early that morning. Moving slowly and quietly, she had left their dungeon chambers before Severus had even opened his eyes. She had avoided the Great Hall at breakfast and lunch, and she left her classroom in between any breaks that were long enough for him to visit her. She was baiting him, luring him into her web of seduction. She knew that if she missed dinner he would become concerned and seek her out, coordinating perfectly with her plan.
As her final class drew to a close, she crept with feminine grace and speed through the series of secret passages that halted at their chambers. The knowledge that he would be waiting expectantly in the Great Hall gave her reassurance that there would be enough time to complete the final touches. The thought of him in the situation she had prepared served to heighten her own state of arousal.
As he starred at the vacant seat beside him, he deliberated over the knowledge that her classes hadn’t been cancelled, and yet she was absent during the day’s meals. Was she avoiding him? Had he done something to displease her? Fueled by insecurity and anxiety, he exited the Great Hall in a billowing of robes through the staff door.
Entering their chambers, he found them to be dark and deserted, even the hearth stood cold and lifeless. Eventually, his eyes caught the faint glow emitted from the ajar bedroom door. The knot in his stomach loosened slightly as he proceeded to the door. The bedroom’s solitary candle was casting ever-shifting shadows along the ancient stone walls. Among the shadows, a barely visible figure leaned suggestively against the doorframe of the bathroom.
‘Hermione?’ he inquired, able to discern only a few details in the low light.
‘It’s your turn, Severus.’ Her tone was low and seemly ominous.
Lifting her hand, he had no time to react. ‘Nude! Levitate! Bind!’
The incantations were issued from her mouth with the ease of the highly skilled witch she was. Severus was regretting that he had ever had her master wandless magic, but he never thought she would use it against him. As she channeled her power through her hand, he tried to decipher the meaning of two of the spells. He didn’t have to wait long as the material of his clothing was ripped from his physique, and his body took flight and landed on the bed.
As he attempted to recover from the sudden impact, smooth surfaces could be felt coiling and constricting around his wrists and ankles. In alarm his eyes sought what was binding his extremities. The snake carvings that had once wound their way up the bedposts of the four-poster bed were now pulling each of his limbs toward the four corners.
Trussed up and exposed, a perplexed expression was displayed on his face. He had not expected to be in such a position when he had left the Great Hall, nor had he anticipated that type of behavior from her. Such an exhibition of dominance sent his libido into overdrive.
Continuing her predatory advance, her eyes devoured the nude form of her prey before she spoke. ‘Your curiosity among other things appears to be aroused.’ A glance as his stiffened member revealed the effect she had hoped to achieve.
‘You intrigue me with your intentions for my bare and bound state.’ He quirked his eyebrow, as though waiting for her to divulge the information he yearned for.
When she finally stepped within the candle’s illumination, his breath became caught in his throat. The belt of her silver robe had fallen loose with her movements and parted slightly to reveal the tantalizing black leather teddy lying beneath. Leather was something that he had once told her he enjoyed but never asked her to adorn.
‘Tonight, you are going to learn what pleasure really is, Severus.’
She glided her index finger teasingly up his muscular leg and across his taut chest, coming to rest beside him. Her mouth wasted no time in claiming his. Aggressively and passionately, each fought for control. Needing more, her tongue traced over his lips, demanding entrance. Unable to resist, he accepted her challenge for a duel. His weapon of choice darted from his own oral cavity into hers.
Emerging from the depths of the lust cloud that had encompassed her mind, she remembered the pleasures yet to be performed. With laborious breath, she pulled away. ‘Not yet. The night is still young.’ Her voice held promise of things to come.
Her eyes never lost contact with his as her hands grazed downward over his erect nipples and moved off the bed She moved slowly until she reached the foot of the bed. Lying just beyond the bed’s edge was her bag of erotic essentials.
Wonders for the Wanton had lightened her purse considerably over the last several weeks. Ginny and Neville’s well-warded sex shop on Diagon Alley was well-stocked with the latest in vibrators, dildos, delectable gels and creams, games, and risque clothing. A few years ago Hermione would’ve never guessed that the couple would even venture into such a shop, but she didn’t know her friends as well as she thought. However, Hermione did found Ginny’s expertise in the area useful.
One particular game had caught her eye quickly- The Passion Wheel. It consisted of a glass disk with a g arr arrow adjoined to its center. Each space upon the disk remained blank until it was landed on, adding to the thrill. Whenever a space was indicated, the entire surface would cloud over with a mysterious swirling mist, ultimately revealing the message hidden within.
Placing the black bag on the bed between his ankles, she withdrew the glass game. Severus found himself straining to get a better view. Once free of its confines, she levitated the unfamiliar item with a wave of her hand. An Enlargement and Suspension Charm later, the Passion Wheel was twice its normal size and hovering between the bedposts in front of Severus.
‘We are going to play a little game. The Passion Wheel is quite simple in its design and purpose. With each spin, the wheel will provide an interesting task for me to complete, each guaranteed to be most enjoyable.’
With the command given, the arrow began its rotation. At its journey’s end, the glass lost its transparency and became cloudy. Smoky white letters appeared suddenly through the dark gray mist.
Five minutes of caressing below the waist
Gradually, her robe slid down her shoulders, and the teddy he had only glimpsed before came into full view. The idea of her wearing leather was provoking enough, but the actual site of it sent a new wave of blood to the proud soldier that was already standing at attention. He failed to notice the robe once it passed over her shoulders and was discarded on the floor. He was too preoccupied surveying the figure in front of him.
Crawling between his spread legs, she planted her knees and dug into her bag. A purple bottle was the selected item. She squeezed a small amount onto her palm and then transferred some to the other hand. Simultaneously, her hands massaged the inner and outer thigh of his left leg. The muscles relaxed under her unhurried ministrations. The gel that she worked into his flesh intensified the sensations he felt. As she neared the place where he desired her touch the most, she strayed from her path to massage downward on his other thigh.
A low noise signaled the time period’s end. Its end came too soon as far as he was concerned. With another wave of her hand, the arrow turned again.
Above the waist tongue exploration for five minutes
Once again her hand disappeared into her little black bag. This jar was easily identified as chocolate. Unscrewing the lid, she dipped her fingertip into the deep brown substance. She provocatively rubbed the chocolate over her lips. Her tongue danced swiftly out to sample its sweetness. ‘Delicious. It will taste even better with you as the dish it’s eaten from.’
Straddling his chest, she poured the chocolate a thin line down both arms and outlined crevices that marked the muscles of his chest. Her deft, moistened muscle glided along the path that she had created, savoring the contrasting flavors of his body’s saltiness and the chocolate’s richness. His eyes drifted closed and his full concentration was focused on the attention she was giving him. He reveled in the feel of her tracing the contours and angles of his torso. The trail she had blazed glistened with the flame’s reflection as she made note to toy with the peaks of his nipples.
As he lost himself in the ecstasy, that turn too ended abruptly. He was beginning the get frustrated with the stopping and starting. She smiled innocently down at him, knowing he would like nothing better than to ravage her at that very moment. Still straddling his chest, she turned enough to watch the arrow revolved once more on its axis.
Player’s choice
The new assignment transformed her mock virtuous look to one that would make any Slytherin proud, or fearful. She reached behind to retrieve the necessary items. One container accompanied her hand, easily recognized as whip cream. He had a few good suggestions for what she could do with it, and he was hoping to whatever deity might be listening that she could read his mind.
Removing herself from his chest, she purposely brushed the slick leather against his bulging erection, eliciting a groan from deep within his throat. He didn’t fail to notice the naughtiness that flickered in her eyes. Her right hand swept to torment his swollen testicles as her other covered his pulsating manhood with the luscious cream. The chill of it sent a shiver through his body, but her tongue quickly added its own heat. Her lips moved up and down languidly with practiced skill, delighting in the juices that escaped his tip. Struggling against the restraints, his hips bucked rhythmically as he called out her name. He could feel the pressure increasing, nearing climax. As he almost reached pinnacle, she released him.
‘Are you ready for relief?’
‘Yesssssss,’ he growled heavily.
With a low murmuring of spells, the teddy’s build-in Vanishing Charm was activated and the snakes relinquished their hold. Severus immediately reached for her. He kissed her fervently, venting the passion that only she could invoke. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her tightly to him. His body couldn’t make enough contact with hers.
He nipped and sucked his way down her neck, lavishing its curve. She could not stifle her moan as he rolled her beneath him. He captured one breast in his mouth while cupping the other. His tongue flirted with her tightened flesh, barely skimming its hardened surface. He offered the same concentration to the other delicate swell.
As his hand and mouth stimulated her breasts, his free one approached the juncture of her thighs, running his lissome fingers through her dark curls. First one, then another digit dove into her folds, stroking her gentling. Rubbing her clit, he was rewarded with her arching toward him. His mouth took hold of hers as his hands retained their actions.
Her inner walls gripped him tightly as her orgasm washed over her, consuming and powerful in its force. Her body trembled with the sensation of it, but he wasn’t finished. Abandoning her mouth, he craved to taste what had flowed from her. His tongue consumed her, teasing her, torturing her.
‘Severussss...’ Her voice was laden with desire.
He positioned himself between her thighs and eased his way in. She was still damp from her previous orgasm, providing easy entrance. Agonizingly slow, he began to move in and out. Finding it unsatisfactory, his thrusting became harder and uncontrolled, animalistic. Her legs were wrapped firmly around his waist, urging him. The pain of her nails digging into his shoulder went unnoticed as he sheathed even deeper. The pressure within them both was building rapidly. Like the explosion of a star, an exploding climax rippled through their bodies.
Spent and exhausted, Severus draped his arm around his wife as she scooted her back up against him. Placing soft kiss down her the line of her neck and shoulder, he nuzzled into her hair and spoke of his love for her. He thought of the plans he had made for the evening, and he found he had no regrets what so ever about their dismissal.
As he fell into a light doze, he heard Hermione whisper something. ‘Happy Anniversary, Severus.’
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