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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)	By : welkin_cooper Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 14600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 19 - North Tower: Back to the Balcony

Severus gives Welkin an anniversary surprise, and they discuss their respective sexual histories. Ginny and Hermione spy on the couple, and Ginny guesses Hermione's secret.

Albus Dumbledore sat outside, calmly peeling an apple with his knife. Occasionally, he glanced up at the night sky. He had just begun feeding himself slices of fruit, when he spotted a dark swirl approaching over the tree tops. He folded and pocketed his knife and stood up, just as Snape returned with Welkin. They touched ground not fifty yards away from him, and started walking towards him.

As they approached, and Albus saw Welkin’s face, his initial relief turned to concern.

"What happened?" he asked. "How was Welkin injured, Severus?"

"It was…we were…" Snape stuttered, looking distressed at the question.

"It was a change in strategy, and it worked - that’s all that matters." Welkin took over the explanation for him. She knew how badly Severus felt about having to strike her, and she didn’t want him to feel even worse by having to recount what had happened. Hopefully, Albus would be willing to wait for the full story.

"Voldemort is convinced that I’m a complete idiot, and I doubt he’ll concern himself with either me, or Sully, for quite some time, if ever. Can we please give our report tomorrow? I’m mentally and emotionally exhausted, and I need to have Severus with me right now, if you don’t mind. We’ll pick up Sully from the infirmary tomorrow," Welkin told Albus.

"Of course. I completely understand," Albus agreed, unconsciously echoing what Voldemort had said to them when he had given his permission, dismissing them from his presence. Welkin doubted that either of them really cared to understand, completely. The mystery of why Severus was caught in this untenable position had not been fully explained to her, but she suspected that Albus had somehow orchestrated it, like he apparently was accustomed to orchestrate so many other things.

"I can't imagine what you have been through tonight, but I am very happy that you have both returned safely. I will bid you good night, and will see you at breakfast tomorrow." Dumbledore kissed Welkin on her uninjured cheek and left them alone.

"Thank you," Severus told her, after Albus left. "I did not particularly feel like reliving that experience again this evening."

"You’re welcome," Welkin said quietly, grasping him by the hand, unbelievably happy that she was still able to do so. "Let’s just go back to our chambers, and shut out the rest of the world for a while." Snape's first impulse was to withdraw his hand from hers, since they were in public, but he somehow could not bring himself to do it.

As they walked to their quarters through the mostly deserted hallways, they passed an occasional prefect or instructor, who stared openly at Welkin’s bruised face before fixing Snape with a curious look, or a frown. The gossip would be all over Hogwarts in a matter of days, if not hours, Snape thought dejectedly. Everyone would be more than happy to assume the worst of him, as they always did - and maybe he deserved it this time. He had told Welkin that he would protect her, and not let anything happen to her. To him, her bruised face was damning evidence that he had been unable to keep his pledge to her. It was also an unpleasant reminder of some things from his childhood that he would rather not think about.

"Don’t pay any attention to them," Welkin told him, sensing what he was thinking by the way his hand tensed in hers each time someone glared at him. "They’re all idiots. They don’t know who you really are. If it wasn’t for the way you handled Lucius Malfoy tonight, we’d both probably be dead."

When they got to their door, Welkin reached under the skirt of her dress to retrieve her wand, and to Snape’s surprise, pointed with it, and pronounced the charm to unlock it. "Courtesy of Professor Flitwick," she explained with a grin. "He’s a very good teacher."

Welkin suggested they have a drink to calm themselves, and then just lie down and rest for awhile, but Severus insisted on healing her bruised face first, anxious not to have the ugly reminder of what he’d done to her.

"I shall never strike you again," Snape told her, when she was looking like herself again, and her jaw no longer ached. "No matter the circumstance!" he added vehemently. "Please, forgive me," he begged. "I hate that I…" Welkin kissed him suddenly to shut him up.

"Severus! How many times do I have to tell you? I asked you to do it to fool Voldemort. Please, stop feeling guilty about it!" she pleaded with him. “You have nothing to apologize for. Nothing at all.

"Personally, I think we both should get some kind of Wizarding Actors Award for that performance," Welkin continued. "Poor Narcissa. I hate that we can’t tell her the truth. I kind of liked her, in an odd sort of way, even if she is a bit on the uppity side. Imagine being married to that sleazy-ass poor excuse for a Don Juan and having to crawl into bed with him - even if it was only on the rare occasion when he couldn’t find anything else to stick his wayward two-inch dick into!"

"I would rather not imagine crawling into bed with Lucius Malfoy," Snape said. "He is not my type. And how would you happen to know how large his male organ is?" Snape inquired.

"I’m just guessing. Any man who carries a cane with a head that big, just has to be compensating for something," Welkin told him. "At least, that’s my theory about it."

To distract Severus from going back to his self-recriminations about striking her, Welkin continued her unflattering critique of Lucius. "I’ll bet he has a much fancier nightshirt than yours, though. An expensive little royal-purple silk designer number. It's probably all lacy and frilly, and slit up the sides to show off his skinny aristocratic thighs," Welkin envisioned. "Maybe I should get you one like that," she teased.

"Only if you are planning to wear it yourself. Otherwise, I would gift it to Albus. It would probably be more his style than mine," he observed, sounding more like himself.

Welkin giggled, picturing Albus Dumbledore in such a getup.

"Hey, do you want a snack?" Welkin suggested, suddenly realizing that she had her appetite back. "In all the excitement, we never really had dinner with the Malfoys, did we? I bet those house-elves are livid that all their hard work was wasted."

Snape and Welkin gave their reports to Dumbledore the next day, and picked up Sully from the infirmary. Things went back to normal for a few weeks in the Snape household. The whispers and speculation about Welkin being a battered wife finally faded away, when no new incidents arose to fuel the gossip. After each of her lessons, Welkin kept pressing Albus to tell her the full story about what Severus was doing with Voldemort, when he was no longer a Death Eater. Why did both the Dark Lord, and Lucius Malfoy, seem to think that he was? To date, Albus had declined to reveal more information to her, but Welkin was determined to wring it out of either him, or Severus, at some point.

When December 17 rolled around, Welkin was so preoccupied with her lessons, and Sully, that she nearly forgot the significance of the date. Albus unexpectedly cancelled her session with him, her last class of the day, and she was passing the Great Hall when she heard Flitwick’s chorus practicing songs for the Christmas feast. Suddenly, she remembered. Today was their anniversary! Not the anniversary of their marriage - the anniversary of the night that she and Severus had first fucked like crazed animals in her room in the North Tower - the inevitable night that had set everything else in motion.

How could it already have been a year? I wonder if he remembers? Welkin thought, walking a little faster, headed to their chambers. It was a couple of hours before she had to pick up Sully. Maybe they could get in a little celebratory sex before then, she thought, with excited anticipation.

"Severus?" Welkin called out as she entered their bedchamber. No one answered. Disappointed, she flopped down on their bed on her back, and closed her eyes. She began to replay that first night in her head, starting with the way he’d ripped her midnight-blue silk nightgown from her body, and taken her so urgently on the floor. He had taken her again, twice, after they had finally made it to the bed. The approaching thunderstorm had reached Hogwarts by that time, and the thunder and lightning were at their peak. God! That first night had been so incredibly exciting to her, like something out of her wildest, most persistent dreams and fantasies. As she played it over in her mind, Welkin could almost feel his hot breath on her skin again, and his hands moving over her, his great throbbing cock thrusting into her. Welkin moaned softly, and slid her hand down inside her jeans and panties, to touch herself.

She was just beginning to really get into it, when she heard a sound. She opened her eyes and turned her head, her hand still on her pussy, expecting to see Severus standing by the bed. A hooded and masked figure was looming over her. She started to scream, but a gloved hand covered her mouth. A bottle was thrust under her nose, and a pungent smell assaulted her nostrils. She tried to struggle, but felt her muscles relaxing, slowly going limp, just before she lost consciousness.

When Welkin woke up, she was lying on her stomach on a different bed, dressed in a midnight-blue silk nightgown. As she raised her head, a low, silky, deep voice, that she recognized immediately, ordered her: "Drink this. It will revive you, and then we can begin." He had just repeated the first words he had spoken to her, after she had arrived at Hogwarts a year ago, dazed and confused.

Welkin rolled over, and looked up at Severus, who was offering her a glass of champagne, instead of a potion. An amused smile was on his lips.

"You, asshole!" Welkin grinned at him, sitting up on the edge of the bed. "You scared the shit out of me! I thought Voldemort had sent somebody to kidnap me!"

She accepted the champagne, as Snape, clad in a short, black bathrobe, and apparently nothing else, sat down beside her, and poured himself a glass of champagne from the bottle, before returning it to the ice bucket by the bed. "Happy Anniversary, my beloved," he toasted. They clinked their glasses together and he leaned in to kiss her, before they each took a sip of champagne. It was extra dry, just the way Welkin liked it. Everything was just the way she liked it. They were back in her old room in the North Tower. The balcony had been magically restored, she noticed, and the door leading to it stood open, a cool breeze swirling the curtains.

"This is so romantic, recreating the setting like this," Welkin said, giving him her seal of approval. “You’re so good with details, and you’re so sweet and thoughtful to have done this,” she told him affectionately.

"I was sorely tempted to abandon the idea, when I saw you pleasuring yourself on the bed," Snape told her. "I very much wanted to join you, right then and there."

"I’m surprised that you didn’t. You have very little self-restraint, where it comes to my pussy," Welkin noted matter-of-factly.

"Hey, who has Sully, and what did you do with my rings?" Welkin asked, noticing that her engagement and wedding rings were missing from her hand.

"Your rings are secure in our bedchamber, and Minerva has agreed to keep Sullivan tonight," he assured her. "Tonight, you are no longer Welkin Snape. Tonight, you are Miss Cooper, the Muggle interloper, and I have come to your room this evening, determined to seduce you." Snape finished his champagne, and refilled both of their glasses.

"Oh, really? So, you’re rewriting history, by making the seducer, the seduced? Interesting scenario." Welkin grinned, taking another sip. "How does the balcony fit into this nefarious plan of yours? I can see candles floating out there."

Snape led her to the doorway for a closer look. The table and chairs were there as she remembered, but pushed towards one corner of the balcony. Occupying a quarter of the floor space was a circular bed consisting of a huge two-foot-thick black cushion, set on a dark wooden platform. A silvery fabric canopy was suspended above the bed in place of a headboard, positioned so as not to block the view of the night sky. There was a rich green coverlet covering the bed and multi-colored ethnic print silk cushions of various shapes strewn about for pillows.

"It looks very Arabian Nights," Welkin told him, looking and sounding quite delighted, much to his pleasure.

Candles floated unsupported around the perimeter of the balcony. Snape waved his hand, and they all lit simultaneously, staying lit despite the wind that fluttered Welkin’s nightgown. From somewhere, there came the soft lilting of flutes playing, sounding like the trilling of birdsong. Some other spell must have been employed as well, because the cool night air felt more temperate within the semi-circular area of the balcony, than it had when they first stepped foot outside.

"It’s beautiful, Severus. I mean, Professor Snape." Welkin corrected herself.

"I am pleased that you approve, Miss Cooper. Shall we finish our champagne?"

Snape led her back into the bedroom, and they resumed their seats on the bed. When he sat a bit too close to her, Welkin scooted away from him, and primly crossed her legs at the ankles, getting herself into character as the reluctant object of Professor Snape’s wanton desires.

"So…Professor Snape, what brings you to my room so late at night? Has Headmaster Dumbledore figured out a way to return me to my world?"

"Not precisely, Miss Cooper. But he did ask me to check on you, and see to it that you are quite comfortable in your quarters. Are you comfortable?" Snape asked, scooting closer to her again. "Is there anything that you require from me, to help you feel more…satisfied?"

"Well, I must say, Professor, that I am a little taken aback by the champagne that you arrived with, and your overly casual attire. Is this the way you choose to present yourself in a lady’s boudoir?" She indicated his black bathrobe, and apparent lack of anything beneath it. "It hardly seems proper at such a late hour, since we’ve only just met."

She scooted away from him again, downing her champagne and setting her empty glass aside on the nightstand. She demurely blocked his attempt to refill it, by placing her hand over it.

"As to my level of satisfaction, I’m sure that there is nothing I require from you that I cannot already supply to myself, by my own hand - although I do appreciate your kind concern."

"I am sorry that you find my attire inappropriate, Miss Cooper. If you find my robe offensive, I would be more than happy to remove it," Snape told her smoothly, starting to loosen the sash that secured it.

Welkin leapt to her feet, and moved away from the bed hastily. "Don’t you dare! You keep yourself covered, sir, or I’ll tell Headmaster Dumbledore what you’re up to!"

"What am I up to?" Snape asked innocently. "You think I am…up to something?" he inquired, standing, and following her across the room.

"Don’t you play innocent with me. You, sir, are plying me with liquor, and obviously trying to seduce me!"

"Really, Miss Cooper…I believe you are letting your overly excitable imagination run away with you. I ask you…Have I made any sort of suggestion to you that I wish to bed you? Have I even attempted to touch you? I am deeply offended that you would think that of me," Snape told her. "But since you brought it up, would you care to fuck me?"

"How dare you use that vulgar word, and ask me that disgusting question! You leave my boudoir at once, Professor Snape!" She pointed imperiously towards the door, her mouth pursed sanctimoniously, and her nose stuck haughtily in the air.

"My dear Miss Cooper…If I thought for a second that you truly meant that, I would most certainly leave at once. I am nothing, if not a gentleman. But as I have perceived you undressing me hungrily with your eyes at supper each evening in the Great Hall, I am certain that you do not really wish me to leave. Perhaps if I showed you what you have to look forward to, you would be more amenable, and less shy about my suggestion."

Snape untied the sash to his robe, and opened it wide, displaying his ample assets to her.

"Oh, my God!" Welkin recoiled in mock horror. "You keep that monstrous thing away from me!"

"Oh, come now, Miss Cooper. A woman possessed of such a comely countenance, and well-developed attributes as yourself, surely must have seen one of these before, though admittedly, perhaps not one quite so generous in proportions as I am offering you. Do not be so skittish. Perhaps if you touched it?"

Snape grasped her hand, and attempted to guide it towards his massive member. "Where lies the harm in that? If you will but stroke your soft hand across it, you will see that there is nothing to fear. Do you not see how it longs for your touch, and wishes to make your gentle acquaintance?"

Welkin snatched her hand away from him. "You are sick! I’ll have you know, sir, that I am a virgin! Keep it away! Keep it far away! Why, it’s so over-developed that it's positively... unnatural!”

Snape nearly lost it, when Welkin claimed to be an innocent virgin, but recovered nicely, continuing his narrative without a missed beat.

"A virgin, you say? How unfortunate for you. I now find that it is my absolute duty, as one of the premier instructors at Hogwarts, to take you under my wing, and see to it that you get the full spectrum and benefit of my considerable lovemaking skills. Do not fear, Miss Cooper. I will divest you of that tiresome virginity of yours in no time at all, and lead you to the Promised Land, singing my praises. Come here to me, my dearest Miss Cooper, and let your wondrous journey to womanhood begin!"

Snape lunged at her, and Welkin scampered away, squealing in mock panic. He energetically chased her around the room, and out the door to the balcony.

"Since when does the North Tower have a balcony?" Ginny Weasley asked Hermione Granger. Hermione had been watching Ginny at Quidditch practice, and they were walking back to the castle for supper in the Great Hall.

"Who is that?" Ginny asked, as they stopped to peer up at the balcony, nearly, but not yet completely shrouded by the deepening darkness of night.

Two figures appeared to be running about up there, one chasing after the other, and the sound of incomprehensible shouting and squealing floated down to them.

"Oh, my God! It’s Professor Snape and Welkin!" Ginny reported excitedly.

"Ginny! You shouldn’t be watching that. I’m sure it’s private."

"If it’s supposed to be so private, why are they doing it on a balcony in plain view of anyone who walks by?" Ginny asked. "Just get behind this tree. This, I’ve got to see."

Ginny stared up at the balcony, as Hermione chastely averted her eyes. "Oh, God! His robe is open! I can see his thing!”

Hermione’s head turned sharply, and her eyes quickly scanned the balcony, almost of their own volition. "I don’t see anything," she told Ginny, squinting into the darkness.

"Just keep looking. They’re running around all over the place up there. They’re bound to come into view again by the candlelight. I’m telling you, I saw it, and it looked huge!” Ginny assured her smugly.

"It’s too dark. I can’t see anything, and we shouldn’t be looking anyway," Hermione repeated, sounding annoyed. Her cheeks suddenly flushed a bright red.

"Why are you blushing? You didn’t even see anything. Are you…Oh, my God! You’ve got a crush on Professor Snape!" Ginny crowed, as Hermione blushed again.

Snape finally had Welkin cornered. His advantage was that, due to her fear of heights, she wouldn’t run close to the edge of the balcony, and after he closed the door to the bedchamber, and performed a complicated locking charm - one that would confound her simple skills - she had nowhere else to go but the circular bed. She was standing atop it now, eyeing him warily as he confidently closed in on her.

"Now, Miss Cooper, please stop this ridiculous scampering about, and admit that your greatest desire is to be deflowered by me. I grow impatient with your attempts to elude me. I have you cornered. Admit your defeat. Lie down, and let me make a real woman of you, my pet."

"Never!" Welkin shouted. "I’m saving myself for my wedding night!" She faked right, and then ran to the left, trying to bound off the bed past him. Unfortunately, she got a foot tangled in her nightgown, and tripped. Snape caught her under her arms, and pulling her to her feet, threw her over his shoulder.

"Victory!" he shouted, flinging her on her back on the bed, and falling across her.

Welkin squirmed like an eel beneath him. "No fair! I tripped! Do over! I get a do over!" Welkin dissolved into laughter, no longer able to keep up the pretense of the game.

"I shall give you all the ‘do overs’ that you like tonight, Miss Cooper. Are you ready for your deflowering now?" Snape growled in her ear.

Welkin sighed, and stopped struggling, turning magnanimous in her defeat. "Will you be gentle with me?" she asked, trying to sound like an apprehensive virgin.

"Most assuredly not!" Snape promised, claiming his victory kiss.

"On a lovemaking scale of one to ten, that was a ten to the fourth power," Welkin told Severus, as they lay in each other's arms in the peaceful aftermath of climax, looking up at the myriad stars visible in the clear night sky. "It’s beautiful out here tonight. You come up with some of the most romantic ideas, sometimes." Welkin complimented him a third time.

"I have plenty of inspiration," Snape replied, stroking her neck and shoulder. "Her name is Welkin - the only Muse that I require."

"I loved the role-play."

"I thought that you might." Snape smiled. "You seem to enjoy trying on other personalities and speech patterns. At times, you even affect a bit of a British accent."

"That’s because I like the way that you talk, and the phrases that you use. One of my favorite things you said earlier was about leading me ‘to the Promised Land singing your praises’, and the other was about your cock wishing to make my ‘gentle acquaintance’. That was so you!" She laughed with delight, in the low, naughtily sexy way she often did when they were in bed.

"My favorite thing was you pretending to be a shy and apprehensive virgin," he snickered.

"Well, I was! Once upon a time, I was, and you were too," she added. "Can I ask you something?"

"Would it stop you if I said no?"

"Probably not," she admitted. "So, can I ask you if you and Lily ever…" Welkin trailed off to let him fill in the thought.

"Made love? No, we did not. She was never interested in me that way," he admitted honestly. He was finally admitting it to himself, as much as he was to Welkin.

"How many women have you been with, before me?" Welkin asked the question she’d wanted to ask him for a long time.

"If you mean love affairs, then I would have to say none," Snape said. "The majority of my experience has been through…seeking professional services," he chose to phrase it.

"You mean prostitutes?" Welkin propped her chin on his chest, looking up at him with a wide-eyed, deceptively child-like expression.

"Yes."

"Are there prostitutes in Hogsmeade?"

"On the rare occasions that the need became too great to satisfy myself, I went to London," he said flatly. "It was not always a pleasant experience. It was rather depressing at times, actually."

"I thought you said that you didn’t masturbate." Welkin caught the inconsistency with his past stories immediately.

"I meant that I did not ever do it as a floor show for someone else," he corrected. "The hired women certainly never requested it."

"You’ve never done it with anyone other than a prostitute?" Welkin pressed.

"One time, with…someone I knew."

"Anybody I know?" she asked, trying to pretend that she wasn’t eaten up with curiosity.

Snape hesitated. Welkin was staring at him with a strange expression, something like a mixture of curiosity and jealousy.

"Yes," he finally admitted. "You just met her recently, and unfortunately, you are well acquainted with the man she married."

Welkin looked thoughtful for a brief few moments, until her mind quickly made the connection. "Narcissa? You fucked Narcissa Malfoy?!" Welkin sat up and regarded him with her mouth open, clearly shocked.

"It was one time only, and she had not yet married Lucius. It was my first sexual experience. She was a bit older than me, and somewhat more experienced, but rather emotionally distant, as I recall. She did not seem to enjoy it that much, although it was she who initiated the experience."

Welkin frowned. "She’s very beautiful now. She must have really been something then. I suppose you really enjoyed it?" Welkin probed, sounding a little put out.

Snape smirked at Welkin. "Your claws are showing, my little she-cat. There is no need to be jealous of Narcissa. As I said, it was only the one time, and she was my first. I was completely inexperienced, and it was over so quickly that I scarcely remember it. I have no desire for a repeat performance, if that is what is causing your discomfort."

"I’m not jealous," Welkin lied.

Snape gave her a skeptical look.

"Okay, maybe just a little," she admitted.

Snape didn’t change the topic, but he did focus on a different question. "What about you? How many other men have there been before me?"

"Oh, well…uh…a few." Welkin didn't really want to get into that.

He stared at her fixedly, obviously not satisfied with that somewhat evasive answer.

"Well, it depends on whether you mean intercourse, or other things," she added. "There have been three, if you mean intercourse."

"Did you...love any of these other men?" he asked evenly, his eyes glittering, and his lips compressed tightly. It was Snape’s turn to look jealous.

"Well, I thought I did at the time. But, now, I think it must have just been infatuation."

"Are your feelings so changeable then? You thought you loved them, but they came to mean nothing to you, and you abandoned them?" Snape was getting agitated, as he ran the imagined scenario through his head.

"No. It’s not like that, Severus. It was a mutual parting, on fairly good terms, in each case. My feelings aren’t changeable. I just mistook sexual attraction and infatuation for love, that’s all."

"How do you know that is not what you…"

Snape was reluctant to finish the question about himself, but Welkin answered it for him anyway, stroking his cheek as she did so.

"I know that I wasn’t really in love with any of them, because the feelings I have for you now are so different - so strong, and so much deeper than anything I’ve ever felt before. You are the only man I’ve ever truly loved, Severus. You are the only man I’m ever going to want for the rest of my life. I’m as sure of that as I am that you truly love me." Welkin smiled at him. "I was willing to give up my freedom to marry you, and I had your baby, for God’s sake! Surely, that tells you something!?"

Ah, yes. Welkin’s ever-present need for freedom - the fact that she had chosen him, over it, certainly did speak volumes to Snape. Her solicitous attitude towards him and their child, did also indicate to him that she was satisfied with being part of their family unit. She was the best and most valuable part, in Snape’s opinion. Severus felt his jealous uncertainly subside as he considered the choices she had made regarding him.

"I love you, and need you more than anything. My life would mean nothing without you in it," he told her. "I bless the day that you found Hogwarts, and whatever benevolent god allowed you to penetrate our defenses, and brought you here to me." He began to kiss her, at first tenderly, then with a deepening passion.

Maybe it was time to explain to Severus that the ‘benevolent god’ who had brought her here to him was actually Albus Dumbledore, Welkin thought. But not tonight. She changed her mind as Severus began to work his way from her lips, down her jawline and throat to her breasts, and the familiar tingling between her thighs began. There had been enough talk and revelations for one night. Tonight was just perfect the way it was, Welkin decided.

Severus eased his way out of bed without waking Welkin, and went inside to relieve his bladder. On his way back outside, he checked the clock on the mantel of the fireplace. It was ten minutes past two in the morning. Returning to the balcony, he stood against the railing closest to the bed, watching Welkin sleep, as he enjoyed the feel of the magically moderated night breeze on his nude body. Welkin’s penchant for wanting to dispense with her clothing once she was in the privacy of their chambers was beginning to rub off on him. He was starting to understand the sense of freedom she talked about it giving her, in being unrestricted by the convention of clothing.

Snape had extinguished the candles on the balcony hours ago, but the light from the nearly full moon was sufficient that he could see Welkin clearly enough. She shifted from her left side to her right in her sleep, mumbling something as she did. Welkin often talked in her sleep. Sometimes the things she said made sense, and other times they didn’t, but at least she was no longer having dreams about Voldemort. Those had subsided after the night they returned from the Malfoys.

Thinking of Welkin’s jealousy of Narcissa when he had revealed that she had been his first, Snape smiled to himself. Welkin had no reason to concern herself that she suffered from comparison, but it pleased him when she exhibited jealousy. As he had told her, although beautiful, Narcissa had been emotionally remote and, unlike her sister Bella, did not seem to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh when she was younger. He sensed that was probably still true. All of her energies now went into raising her son, maintaining the décor of, and managing Malfoy Manor, and fighting a losing battle trying to keep Lucius in line.

Welkin, on the other hand, was so emotionally open, and sexually responsive, that Severus sometimes wondered how she ever could have been as ‘painfully shy’ as she claimed to him she had been when she was young.

Over the course of the past year, he and Welkin had argued, bickered, and debated endlessly. They had also basked in each other’s companionship, adoration, love, and support. They had made love incessantly, matching each other perfectly in the intensity of their enjoyment of sex in all of its permutations. They had occasionally irritated each other to the point where she, he, or they both, would rebel against the chafing and stalk out; only to return within hours, begging each other’s forgiveness, and swearing they could not live without each other. No, Welkin need never worry that she would ever suffer by comparison to anyone for the rest of their lives, Severus thought.

His beloved wife sighed in her sleep, and shifted onto her back abruptly. Her movements dislodged the coverlet, and sent it sliding off her nude body. Her legs ended up splayed apart invitingly. To complete the invitation, he heard her sigh again and utter his name in her sleep.

It was well past midnight, but perhaps it was time for a belated midnight snack, Snape thought, moving onto the bed carefully, so as not to wake her. He positioned himself between Welkin’s splayed legs, and bent down close to her exposed pussy. His tongue licked at the puffy lips delicately, flicking back and forth over them before traveling up and down the length of the crevice between them. He continued lapping at her until he could taste her pussy begin to respond by releasing her sweet nectar for him to gather.

With his fingers, he spread her apart, and then thrust his tongue inside her, going in and out rapidly, the tip of his large hooked nose rubbing rhythmically against her clit. Welkin moaned softly in her sleep, and uttered his name again, exciting him to increase his efforts. The smell and the taste of her made his cock stand at attention, eager to be included. He drove his tongue deeper into her with each thrust, just as he would have if it had been his cock. Welkin began to squirm in her sleep, her hips moving from side to side, and she made little whimpering sounds. Faster and faster his tongue impaled her. He moved his head from side to side, pressing his nose against her clit even harder. Her juices were flowing so profusely now that the bed cushion beneath her was sodden with them. She was now alternately panting and whimpering loudly, as she neared orgasm. Welkin gave a loud cry as Severus felt her vaginal walls begin to contract, gripping and releasing his tongue spasmodically. He thrust his tongue into her as deeply as possible, and held it there. He continued to move his nose and face from side to side over her clit while thus encased within her.

"Oh…my…GOD!" Heard, but unseen by Snape, Welkin’s strong orgasm shocked her awake. Her eyes widened, and then rolled back in her head slightly, as her pussy continued to convulse. "OH, GOD! OH, FUCK! OH, GOD! NO…NO…NO!" she chanted. Her hips rose off the bed as the strong pulsating continued. "OH, GOD…SEVERUS!" She shouted his name into the night sky, and clutched at his back, as he relentlessly sought to extend her pleasure as long as possible, working his magic expertly between her pale thighs.

As her orgasm finally began to diminish, he withdrew from her, and moved up between her legs. His face damp with her juices, Severus thrust into her, and she automatically raised her legs to throw them over his shoulders. He grasped them to steady himself as he fucked. Welkin’s fading orgasm was replaced by a new tension, building quickly as Snape thrust his cock into her to its deepest. He began his own chant, repeating her name with each new groan that erupted from between his lips.

A few more deep thrusts, and Welkin went over the edge again. "SEV-E-RUS!" she yelled again, drawing out each lovely beloved syllable of his name.

"WEL…KIN…MY…LOVE!" His low, steady chant erupted into a lusty bellow that eclipsed her own cries, as it followed her shout into the starry night sky.

"Do you know what I think?" Welkin asked him, as daylight began to appear over the horizon.

"What do you think, my sweet?" Snape asked drowsily, knowing that pretending to be asleep would not work. When Welkin was determined to talk, she could rarely be deterred from doing so.

Looking a lot fresher than he himself felt, she was sitting up in bed, fondly running her fingers through his hair, while his head comfortably reclined in her lap. She took a sip from the mimosa she held in her other hand, freshly and discreetly delivered by the Hogwarts house-elves thirty minutes ago, along with a large breakfast tray on a cart, just as Snape had requested when he arranged this surprise for Welkin.

Snape lazily waved his hand, and the cart rolled itself out of the bedroom, and into place next to the table and chairs.

"You’ve got to teach me that!" Welkin said, distracted by the arrival of food. "Oh, yeah...I was going to say...I think you should ask for your money back from those prostitutes. As far as I’m concerned, they should have been paying you. I think you have a natural talent for fucking, and all things sexual. You really are the Pussy Master, sweetie."

"If you keep complimenting me like that, I may start charging you," he told her, smiling up at her in a relaxed way. It was slowly becoming a less rare expression to see on his face when he was alone with her.

"As long as you give me a big discount. I am your wife, after all. As a matter of fact, why don’t we set up a nice cathouse in Hogsmeade, and I’ll start pimping you out? I’m sure Albus wouldn’t care, as long as we did it in the evenings, after your classes."

Snape sat up, and reached for his robe. "I’m afraid that we would starve, if I was your only attraction," he said, donning the robe, and tying the sash. "In case you have not noticed, you are the only woman who is interested in my services."

"Not true. There was Huldra Helliwell. But, it’s just as well that you don’t cotton to the idea, because I wouldn’t want to share you anyway." Welkin pulled her nightgown on over her head, and rose to shake it into place.

"Cotton to?" Snape said, looking puzzled. "Is that another one of your southern Americanisms?"

She didn’t answer as she sauntered past him to the table to survey their breakfast selection. "Bacon!" she reported excitedly. "Tons of it!"

She sounded as excited about the bacon as she had about his lovemaking, Snape thought, a bit disappointed. "I suppose I shall just have to try harder," he muttered to himself, joining her at the table.
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