Stress Relief | By : pittwitch Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 29390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Author: Pittwitch
DDD&T prompt response - FlashFic, no more than 1,000 words
Warnings: AFFO, oral, BJ
The school halls echoed with the quiet conversations of the subdued students. The noon hour beckons everyone from Hogwarts to the Great Hall for the midday meal; first years through finals, staff and faculty, some grim-faced, others glaring, many distraught, many more fearful and distrustful. The colorful House tables were the clear divisors for the ever-factious student body; rendered even more factious as the school split itself not only along those house lines, but along political lines as wells. Troublemakers paired up for protection. Pureblood politicos proudly paraded in brash groups, unafraid. The Carrows swept in together, murmuring to each other in concerned tones. Attentively, Minerva McGonagall stood guard at the door, her keen eyes watching for the slightest hint of trouble. The Carrows shot her a suspicious look in unison. She curled her lip, biting back a snarl, but nodding in acknowledgment.
Headmaster Snape entered from a side door, pausing to speak privately with the silver-haired Draco, who although more pale and drawn than years past, still looked a sight better than his many red-rimmed-eyed classmates. He listened attentively, eyes always roving, scanning for dangers, before merely nodding his agreement with Snape’s whispered missive then taking his seat at the Slytherin House table. Snape took his seat at the head table with scarcely a glance around at his surroundings yet still noticing Nicole’s absence that caused him to scowl even more deeply. He lifted the linen napkin, spreading it over his lap. It disappeared in an instant. He eased back from the table to glance down. The master spy struggled mightily to control his dour countenance with a small, well-manicured hand crept into his lap and began to undo his fly. The familiar pink and white of Nicole’s preferred manicure stood in stark contrast to the black wool of his everyday trousers. She stroked his inner thigh with one hand while the other dispatched with the obstructing buttons.
Underneath the table, Nicole grinned in delight, chewing the corner of her lower lip to stifle her urge to giggle as she freed the still red-stained prize belonging to the last person anyone would ever suspect of public shenanigans. Once successful, she shimmied closer on her knees and blew a warm breath across the flange of his rapidly filling cock. She bit her whole lip to quiet her delight as his cock jumped and reacted to that softest of stimulations.
Snape drew a hissing breath through his teeth, rolling his eyes at his plate as he felt warm soft lips plying his cock. He grasped the arms of his chair so tightly that his knuckles turned white, even whiter than his normal pasty pallor.
All around him, life continued as normal for Hogwarts under the rule of Voldemort. Students ate quickly to scurry to the safety of their common rooms. Professors read or graded papers while eating. McGonagall glared at everyone with mixed fear and anger.
Nicole began to suckle energetically, her fancy red lipstick leaving staining streaks on his shaft. He chanced a glance down and grit his teeth to stifle his groan of pleasure at the sight of her red lips wrapped around him, the lipstick leaving reminders as she worked. She used both hands – one to manipulate his balls, the other to massage his perineum – to encourage his rapid ascension. With practiced skill, she brought him to the brink then abandoned all contact, rocking back to rest on her heels leaving him bereft and panting slightly. His cock glistened and throbbed, luring her to plunge back in, redoubling her efforts.
Glassy-eyed and fighting to control his breathing, Snape slouched slightly, forcing his body to relax and yield to his orgasm, silently accepting Nicole’s peace offering. Shuddering slightly, he surrendered and she smiled around his pulsating member.
Licking him clean, she planted a gentle kiss to the tip of his cock before tucking him back into his trousers. Once safely redressed, she pat his crotch fondly, resting her head against his knee.
Snaped picked up a spoon to tuck into his steaming soup while resting his left hand on her head, his fingers entwining in her soft locks. Blithely, he met Minerva’s stare from across the Hall. She glowered at him, though he didn’t even care to imagine what offense he had committed this time.
Unseen by everyone, Nicole smiled contentedly, letting her eyes fall closed and drifted peacefully into a daydream while the students and staff chattered quietly all around and above her. Imagining a more calm time, a happier time, when she was just a visiting Professor from Beauxbatons indulging in exploration with a fellow faculty member.
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