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Secretly Slytherin	By : Veresna Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 12269 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 18: Some Sex, Please, We’re British
Helena felt his strong arms go around her, and she placed her own hands around his neck as he gathered her to him. His mouth felt deliciously warm against hers, and she thrust her body upwards against his, clinging tightly to him. His own hands were already tearing away at her wet clothes, his fingers reaching inside of her robes to stroke her bare skin. Then he felt a shudder of cold and fatigue run through her, and he drew back.
"I think you need to warm up first," he whispered.
"You’re on the right track," she replied, bringing her hands down and shifting slightly. With a grin, she urged his hand back beneath her robe.
He laughed and allowed his left hand to continue to caress her as his right hand felt in his pocket for his wand. Retrieving it, he pointed it at the hearth and immediately a large fire blazed forth.
"Better?" he asked.
"Better," she murmured, and closed her eyes. She directed his left hand down along her body. Another shiver ran through her. She groaned in his frustration as she felt him firmly pull away again.
"I think a nice, hot shower is called for," he declared.
She opened her eyes and grinned. "Together?"
He leaned forward and kissed her again. "Definitely."
He stood up and reached down for her. Holding her hands, he pulled her up to her feet. For the first time, she took a good look around her at the room they were in.
"Where exactly are we?" she asked.
"My rooms, of course."
"Which are located?"
"Very near my office."
"Hmm." She considered for a moment, her eyes flicking back at the wall they had emerged from.
"That entryway is charmed, of course. And, the outer wall that we first went through is, of course, nowhere near the actual location."
"Didn’t think so," she murmured, leaning tiredly against him.
"And," he continued, putting his hand underneath her chin and nudging her face upwards towards him, "You will only be allowed to enter that way while you are transfigured and, even then, you will NOT be able to pass through there unless I have left it open for you."
Helena considered that for a moment. The vision of herself, in owl form, hitting the wall hard with her head and being knocked backward, unconscious, was not a pretty sight. Much less the thought that Mrs. Norris might pass by and decide that she looked like a tasty delicacy. "Understood," she muttered.
She glanced around the room again. "That couch and table look familiar," she noted.
He smiled, and she allowed him to lead her to a door at the side of the room. Opening it, he bowed and indicated for her to go ahead of him. "I’m sure you’ll recognize something in this room also," he said.
She took a few steps in and waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. There was the bed that they had used last week. Except for the fact that it now had a heavy quilt on top of it. Black, of course, with the Slytherin crest emblazoned upon it in silver and green.
She laughed. "So you didn’t as much conjure that up as simply move it temporarily, did you?"
He shrugged. "Angry?" He sounded almost hopeful.
She laughed again. "A little, but after all," she rubbed herself against him again, "I still got into it about a month ahead of schedule, didn’t I?"
He leaned down and kissed her, his hands moving to remove her robe at the same time. Once the heavy, drenched garment was off, she felt him push her towards another door in the room.
"Lumos," he called, and she saw lights going on inside the smaller room. It was the bathroom, filled with shiny, black porcelain, the handles and faucets all silver. There was both a very large, sunken tub and a good-sized shower stall, she noted. Severus strode ahead of her and turned on the water for the shower, and in a moment she could see and feel the steam arising from the hot water.
"Unless you prefer the tub?" he asked, coming back beside her and raising his hands to undo the buttons on her blouse.
She shook her head. "We’ll save that for another time," she decided.
He stripped off the blouse and began to work on her skirt.
"No special underwear this time?" he complained, as he pulled the skirt over her head. Although, truthfully, he noted, it was enough to see her in the low-cut brassiere and thin wisp of panties that she was wearing.
She laughed and balanced herself gently against his shoulders as he leaned down to pull the undergarment down and off of her. Then she raised her feet, one at a time so that he could remove her shoes and socks. "Well, I didn’t really have time to change between the surprise party and now. I’ll make up for it next time," she promised. "Though," she continued, glancing down at the large bulge that was pushing out the fabric in front of his pants, "I don’t think you really need it."
"No," he admitted, rising up and deftly undoing her bra with his hands as he stood up. He bent down and kissed her again, his hands moving up to caress her breasts. Her nipples were delightfully hard right now, and he hoped it was not merely due to the cold.
After a moment, he released her and pushed her towards the stall. "Get in and stay warm," he ordered.
"Yes, sir," she mocked.
She entered the stall and turned around, allowing the hot water to stream over her as she leaned back against the wall and watched him undress. He accomplished that in an amazingly short time and she smiled and licked her lips as he walked forward to join her in the stall, his cock wonderfully hard and erect, bouncing slightly with each step he took. She reached down for it as he approached, her hands warm and moist from the water. She stroked it firmly for a moment, her other hand reaching down to caress his balls as he stepped closer to her and turned the torrent of water so that it was flowing over both of them.
As her hands continued their movement, he reached up to take the bar of soap from its shelf and began to turn it over in his hands, creating a smooth, silky film of lather. Then with deft, firm strokes, he began to carefully soap up her breasts, teasing at the skin as he stroked and rubbed the bubbles over them. She sighed and drew her hands away from his genitals for a moment, allowing them to simply rest against his hips as he continued his cleansing movement down the front of her body. He carefully soaped her pubic hair and then turned the full force of the water on to her, his hands reaching back to stroke her as the water rinsed her off. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall, smiling as she felt his fingers enter her pussy and begin to rub gently inside of her.
She groaned as she felt him withdraw from her.
"Turn around," he murmured.
She smiled and did as he asked, pressing her hands and her body close to the wall as she felt his hands begin to rub the warm lather on her shoulders and down her back. He took time to rinse off the bubbles before beginning to soap up her buttocks. Then, he snaked his left hand up around her body to caress her breasts again while his right hand slid up and down her soapy, wet cheeks. He bent down to kiss her neck. She could feel his hard prick throbbing against the small of her back as he pressed closer to her, and she rubbed against it, hoping he would enter her soon. Instead, she felt his finger begin to press gingerly between her buttocks, seeking another entrance.
She suddenly stiffened and opened her eyes, staring at the wall in front of her.
"No!" It reverberated rather loudly against the tile.
He hesitated just a moment, and then brought his right hand up to stroke softly against her stomach. "Just my finger," he whispered, kissing her again on the neck.
"No," she repeated, firmly.
He laughed, and placed his hands on her shoulders, indicating he wanted her to face him again. "All right, we’ll do that another time," he replied lightly.
She turned around and glared at him. "Right after hell freezes over," she whispered.
He laughed again and drew her close for a moment, and then felt her struggling to move back.
He looked down at her with a touch of concern, but was relieved to see her smiling up at him.
"Your turn, isn’t it?" She put her hand out and he placed the bar of soap into her palm.
"Now then," she continued, dropping gracefully down to her knees, "This part looks very dirty, I’m going to have to do a lot of work here," she promised, as she brought her soapy hands back up between his legs.
She washed his feet, calves and thighs first, carefully washing and rinsing each area before moving upwards. He smiled and moved his legs further apart, bringing his hands down upon her shoulders as he felt her begin rubbing the smooth lather over his balls. She paused and lifted her head up for a moment, allowing the warm water to flow into her mouth. And then she moved closer and forced the water out in a smooth, steady fountain, trickling over the taut skin as she rinsed him off. And then she moved her hands up and began to move them up and down his prick, the thick, creamy layer of soap moving gently over him as she stroked. Again, she filled her mouth with water to rinse him off. And then she opened her mouth, intending to take him completely into her. To her surprise, she felt his hands pushing her back.
"We’ll save that for later," he said, as he smiled down at her.
She shrugged and let him help her stand back up. She soaped up his smooth, firm chest, taking especial care to tease the skin around his nipples before rinsing him off. And then she turned him around and washed off his backside, moving slowly from his shoulders to his back, to his buttocks, and down his legs, moving her hand up periodically to stroke his cock as she did so.
Finally, she seemed satisfied, and he turned back, reaching for her. She put her arms around him, and they reveled in the feeling of their warm, slick skin against each other for a moment before he felt her move away again.
"Get down on your knees," she ordered.
He blinked and tried to figure out what she was going to do. "Why?" he questioned, a great deal of suspicion in that one word.
She sighed and closed her eyes, concentrating on something as she held out her hand, the bar of soap balanced upon the palm, in front of her. With a soft "pop", the object was transfigured into a small, plastic bottle containing a thick, yellow liquid.
"Because, you are too tall for me to try and do this while you’re standing up," she replied.
He looked down at her skeptically.
"This is…..sham…..poo…..," she said, very slowly, as if speaking to a small child or a person who didn’t speak English well. "It is used to-" Here she paused and gestured at her own head with a rubbing motion, "wash your hair."
He laughed and sank down to his knees. "It won’t help," he advised her, his black eyes looking up at her with vast amusement. "It’ll still be greasy when it’s dry," he assured her.
She shrugged and laughed back. "Well, we can at least try, can’t we?"
She poured a substantial amount of the goo unto his head and then put the bottle on the shelf, moving her hands back to begin soaping the long, wet strands of his hair. She took her time, not only working the lather all the way to the ends, but also concentrating on firmly working the soap into his scalp. He closed his eyes and seemed to rather enjoy the sensation. Finally, she moved away and indicated that he should stand up again.
"Now, rinse it all out. Completely," she ordered.
He leaned into the stream of water and did as she asked. When he opened his eyes, he saw that she was smiling at him.
"Well, that’s a little better. I’ll bring conditioner next time."
"What’s ‘conditioner’?"
She laughed. "Another toiletry that seems to be in short supply in your bathroom," she replied
"You didn’t wash your hair," he protested.
"Because, I, unlike some people I know, wash it every morning," she said. She looked up at him and grinned as she reached over and shut the water off.
"Besides, I think it’s time we got down to business, don’t you?" she teased.
"By all means," he replied, following her out of the shower.
There were soft, thick towels on the racks along the walls and she threw one to him before wrapping herself up in one. In a minute, she could feel his hands grab it away from her, and she stood still and allowed him to quickly and roughly towel her body dry. They resorted to drying charms for their hair, and Helena noted, to her delight, that his hair was just a little better looking than normal. Severus reached out for her again and picked her up, striding quickly towards the bed.
Then he dumped her rather unceremoniously on top of the quilt and she smiled up at him as he moved to join her.
"So, Professor," she asked, trailing the fingers of her right hand lightly across his jaw line as her left hand reached down to caress his throbbing cock again. "Just how would you like to be repaid for that nice little letter your wrote for me?"
He smiled down at her and then stuck his tongue out.
She smiled and moved up to close her own mouth around it and suck it firmly for a moment. "I thought so," she murmured. "Make yourself comfortable."
He smiled and turned on his back, pausing to place some pillows underneath him first. Then he laid back and spread his legs wide as she scooted herself down the bed to position herself.
She knelt between his knees and then slowly moved her hands up his legs to his hips, licking along the inside of his thighs with her tongue as she moved upward. Her hand continue to move upward for a moment, and then she let her fingers gently circle his navel. After a moment, she moved her hand down along the soft, curly line of hair that led straight to his prick. As her fingers curved around the shaft, he felt her mouth gently circle his balls and take them, one at a time, into her mouth. He closed his eyes and sighed in contentment as she sucked them firmly, flicking her tongue against the taut skin. She continued the motion for a few moments, going back and forth between them until they looked as though they were about to burst.
She moved her head upward and coated his thick, hard shaft with a smooth layer of saliva as she moved her warm mouth up and down it. And then she paused and began to suck gently at the very tip, allowing his foreskin to move gently back and forth across the glans as she varied the movement of her lips and tongue. She heard him gasp, and a shiver ran through him. She could swear she could see veins standing out on his stomach as his body struggled to pour more blood into his already engorged member. She raised her head to briefly run her tongue up and down his entire length again before raising her hand to the foreskin and gently moving it back so that she could tongue the tip and orifice more firmly. He growled, and felt a few more drops of cum begin to flow out of him. She opened her mouth and took him in completely, allowing the tip to press against her throat as she moved her head up and down, sucking him firmly with her tongue pressed against the vein she could feel running down the bottom of his cock. She could tell he was close to coming, and after a few moments, she raised her left hand to firmly circle and caress the top of his shaft, increasing his pleasure there as her mouth continued to suck at the tip. A few moments later, she felt a shudder run through him, and she pulled back slightly as she felt the spurts hit against her mouth and throat, enjoying the rumble of his groan of pleasure as he came.
She paused a moment and then slid slowly up his body. He was lying with his head pressed back, his eyes closed and a look of blissful contentment on his face. At her approach, his eyes abruptly fluttered open. She looked at him and swallowed, loudly and pointedly.
He cocked an eyebrow at her. "So, it’s not that bad, then?" he teased.
She rolled her eyes. "Although, if this were the only thing we ever did, I wouldn’t need you to feed it to me any other way, would I?" she argued.
He laughed and brought his arms up to caress her. She nestled against him for a moment, and then felt his hands begin to play with her breasts.
"Yes?" she murmured.
She turned to look back up at him and felt his tongue lick firmly down the bridge of her nose.
"Turn about is fair play?" she asked, hopefully.
"Definitely," he assured her.
She smiled happily and pushed herself back into a seated position while he turned to remove some of the pillows from behind his back and to slide himself further down on the bed. Then he gestured for her to come closer and she carefully knelt over him, her knees on either side of his head. Slowly, she lowered herself to his eager, waiting tongue.
"Oh, you are so good at this," she whispered, feeling his tongue and fingers begin to move around and inside of her cunt.
"I’ve had some practice," he murmured, before sliding up to flick and tease at her clitoris.
She moaned and moved her hands up to support herself on the headboard as he continued to please her. After a moment, she felt his right index finger move up and slowly probe and circle inside her as his tongue continued to flicker back and forth at her clit. She moaned and began to move up and down, almost wishing that he had put two of his fingers in her. Then she felt him withdraw the finger and his tongue from her. She looked down and saw him looking at his finger, heavily coated with her wetness for a moment. And then she saw him look up at her and smile. He used his left hand to urge her legs further apart, and then she felt him press his right hand between the cleft of her buttocks again. She frowned down at him.
"Just the tip, and I’ll take it out if you don’t like it," he promised.
She stared down at him, undecided for a moment. And then she felt his left hand move back to her pussy, gently rubbing it as his tongue licked the inside of her thigh.
"All right," she said, and allowed his right hand to move further upward.
"Relax," he whispered. He moved the finger upward and began to slowly probe the tip into her, taking care to circle her gently, slowly but firmly urging the orifice to lose its tenseness. Then he moved his mouth back to her slit and she sighed with relief as his slick, hot tongue renewed its motions. She found herself leaning slightly forward, and she gasped as she felt him insert his entire finger up and into her. And then he moved his left hand to brush against her labia as his mouth sucked on her clitoris, and she found the combination of the sensations he was evoking with both his hands and his mouth was almost unbearably wonderful. After a moment, he moved his left hand up to caress her breasts, and she felt his finger press firmly against her as he slowly moved it and she found, to her surprise, that the sensation by itself was becoming very pleasurable. After a few more moments, he began to flick his tongue rapidly against her clitoris, and she found herself screaming as her orgasm hit, the tightness in her anus accentuating the familiar spasming of her vaginal muscles.
She found herself leaning forward, her hands still clutched tightly around the wood of the headboard. She groaned as she felt his tongue and finger move out of her, and she looked down to see him smiling up at her, a gleam of triumph in his eyes.
"I thought you’d like that," he smirked.
"Don’t you ever get tired of being right?" she muttered, as she moved to lay back down beside him.
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