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The Quickening	By : Desert_Sea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 32428 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Okay, so you know the drill. I give you a warning and you ignore it and are mostly glad that you did. The following chapter may not be to everyone’s tastes.
Lovey_reader: I’m glad you coped with the twist. I hope you cope with this chapter.
OracleObscured: Indeed he is in the Violetta fly-trap. Will he escape? Cock-a-lounger – another great piece of furniture to go with the Snape pillow – you could make a fortune. Thank you for the punctuation tips. Hyphens seem to be the bane of my existence and I also think I’ve gone a bit em dash crazy but, whatever, I’m going generally crazy so it’s probably the least of my worries!
Chapter 27
Severus sweated as he reflected upon his extraordinarily bad run of luck with shackles. The ones currently adorning his wrists were, by far, the worst. Despite the deceptively innocuous appearance of the bronze bands, he was more than attuned to their nefarious potential. Not only did they prevent his wandless magic, but were imbued with a far more malevolent enchantment, the cruciatus, which could be triggered upon command.
Lucius reclined in his seat by the fire, an amused smile playing on his lips as he revelled in Severus’ acute discomfort. Violetta had exited the room ‘to prepare’ and Severus was left wondering whether he should simply let Lucius cruciatus him to death before she returned. But it was thoughts of Hermione, terrified and possibly injured—who knows what they had already done to her?—that resolved him to do everything in his power to protect her.
Actually, 'protect' probably wasn’t the best word to use at this point in time as he sat in a pair of flimsy boxers, under the imminent threat of the cruciatus, with no idea whatsoever where she was. Frankly, he was in pretty well as bad a position as he could possibly be in. And having agreed to engage in a fuck battle with the single most psychotic bitch he had ever had the displeasure of meeting, he was surprised that his mind would even allow him to consider his lot in such droll terms. Still, it was probably better than shitting himself, which was the inevitable alternative.
“Why isn’t Narcissa joining us for this charming dalliance?” He rubbed his thumb in circles over the smooth wooden arm of the chair, seeking even the smallest of comforting sensations to relieve his mounting tension.
“She’s staying with her mother. Not that it’s any of your business,” Lucius replied.
“I suppose she’s comfortable with you fucking her deranged half-sister?”
Lucius rolled his wand between his fingers as he considered his response. “How do you think the mudblood will feel when I tell her what you’ve been doing with the deranged half-sister?”
Severus glared at him. He was doing it for her. It was the only thing he could do. He would die for her if he had to.
“I thought you wouldn’t have had the balls to tell her,” he continued as if Lucius hadn’t spoken. “Narcissa never did take your exotic tastes particularly well did she?”
Lucius sneered. “And what would you know of my tastes?”
Severus looked down his nose at the white-haired wizard. “I’ve heard that your recent sexual forays have been more . . . necrotic than erotic. Are you still doing Bellatrix? I’m sure she’s less trouble post-mortem.”
Lucius leapt from his chair and growled the shackle cruciatus command. “Nagini!”
A bolt of excruciating pain surged like hot needles from Severus’ wrists throughout his body, making him convulse uncontrollably. He clawed helplessly at the chair, trying to regain both his traction and his senses.
“Now, now Lucy. I need him in good working order.”
Violetta had entered the room with a large bundle under one arm.
“Just giving him a taste of what will happen if he doesn’t keep his mouth shut.” Lucius snarled, flopping back into his chair.
“I don’t want him to keep his mouth shut. Not with a tongue like that.”
Violetta made her way over to the long polished table that adorned the centre of the room.
“But if we do require some respite. I have . . . other . . . means of gagging him.”
She placed the bundle at one end of the table and, with a flick, unrolled it to reveal one of the most diverse collections of instruments and implements Severus had ever seen.
“Because you are one of my favourites,” she crooned. “I’ve brought a selection of my toys and pets to assist you.”
Severus rose on unsteady legs and wobbled over to the table. He was interested in the collection for one reason only.
He immediately made a mental note to try to curb his acerbic tongue after viewing the collection of gags, ranging from gob-stopping balls to cheek shredding spikes. It wouldn’t help his cause whatsoever to have his mouth ripped apart and teeth broken.
So what did she mean by ‘toys and pets’? He ran his eyes over them. He could see devices that could be described as ‘spanky’, ‘whippy’ and ‘pokey’—what he really wanted was ‘slicey, ‘dicey’, or, even better, ‘cutty throaty’. But it appeared that she hadn’t been stupid enough to include any such implements.
Then his eyes settled on a selection of other ‘items’ restrained in plastic pouches. Those must be the pets. He identified an ashwinder, flobberworm and a young blast-ended skrewt—immediately trying to dismiss from his mind what horrors the creatures must have been exposed to, or even perpetrated.
As a bout of nausea overwhelmed him, he sank back into his chair to the sound of Lucius chuckling.
“Go skrewt yourself,” Severus muttered, closing his eyes and drawing in deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself.
He heard her soft footsteps approach but kept his eyes closed, like a child not wishing to let the monsters in. She resumed her position in his lap and her noxious perfume overwhelmed him once again.
“Your time starts now,” she whispered and he felt the tip of her tongue licking the sweat that trickled down his temple.
There was only one way he could muster an erection under these circumstances. He conjured the beautiful, sweet, open, intelligent, fiery, loving face of Hermione and carried the toxic creature in his arms to the bed against the far wall.
He wasn’t going to hold back. He couldn’t afford to. Hermione’s life depended upon it. And so he went down. With purpose.
“Gods! Severus.” Violetta dug her talons into his hair as she writhed against his face. “You are so wasted on that little girl.”
She groaned as she rode him harder. “That tongue belongs in a real woman! Unnnnhhhhh.”
She came in a rapturous series of cries that echoed off the walls.
Severus only just resisted the temptation to spit as he sat back on his knees, breathing hard.
“I knew you’d be worth it.” She gave him a vampiric grin from between her heaving breasts. “Time for round two.”
He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and grasped her by the thighs, lifting her at an acute angle before driving into her with his cock.
“Oh fuck!” She clutched at the sheets, her mulberry lips opening and closing like a dying fish.
Take that you fucking bitch. Severus’ breath hissed between his teeth.
She was surprisingly strong and he felt himself fighting against the muscles of her ravenous cunt. He was desperate not to come. Not only because she was the singularly most repulsive creature he could wish to fuck in the world but because, if he was going to last two days, he couldn’t afford to blow too many times.
He felt her tightening and thought he might just make it when something suddenly slipped into his backside.
He immediately halted and twisted around.
Lucius was leaning over him with a lubricated finger thrusting into his anus while he stroked his own impressive cock.
“Fuck off, Lucy!” Severus roared.
Lucius stopped his thrusting but didn’t move, glancing at Violetta.
“Darling, just for now. Look but don’t touch,” she responded from her awkward angle, head buried in the sheets.
Eyes snap freezing, Lucius slowly withdrew his finger. “As you wish.”
He then sauntered forward until his cock was only inches from Severus’ face and started to pump himself slowly and deliberately.
Severus took a moment, contemplating feigning an accidental biting fit which would see Lucius divested of an appendage. But he knew that it would be the last thing he ever did.
Trying to regain his focus, he resumed pumping into the purple-haired pussy and brought his thumb down to manipulate her clitoris which was bigger and more aggressive than any he had ever encountered. Even her clit was psychotic.
Before long, he had her on the edge again and, judging by Lucius’ grunts and the precum bubbling out of his hole, he was nearly there too.
She came with her usual ear-shattering vocalisation and, moments later, Lucius’s balls spasmed and he spurted his load all over Severus’ face.
“You pathetic cunt!” Severus spat the come from his mouth.
Violetta was still convulsing with post-orgasmic aftershocks as she responded breathlessly. “Now Lucy, where are your manners? Clean Sevvy up please.”
Lucius sneered and pulled a white silk handkerchief from his pocket. He used it to wipe his own cock off before smearing it all over Severus’ face. He could see the dark-haired wizard’s fingers curling and knew he was playing with fire. But the prick was likely to be dead in a day or so, so what did he care?
“Nagini!” He shouted, chuckling as he left Severus writhing in pain.
Severus drifted in and out of consciousness, losing track of time and often waking to find her blowing him or snapping on a cock ring ready for the next bout. The cruciatus was draining him of energy and, since the demented bitch insisted that all food should be eaten from her pussy, he had somehow lost his appetite.
His body was wearing down, bloody and bruised from where she’d scratched and bitten him. He eventually staggered over to the table of ‘toys’ wondering what he could do to tear her apart. He chose a number of spanking implements and, once he’d started, began to think this should have been his initial strategy as she seemed to enjoy it immensely and at least he got to hit her—although not as hard as he would have liked.
Lucius came and went. Sometimes he stayed to watch. Other times, it seemed that he was away for hours—although Severus couldn’t be sure of anything anymore. Severus employed a vast array of dildos, vibrators and devices he had never seen before but shoved into her anyway, hoping that the sheer volume would be enough to instigate some sort of libidinous depletion or orgiastic fatigue in her.
He wasn’t sure how long it had been but his heart suddenly leapt when she rasped, “I think I’m going to need a small break, Darling.”
When she left the room, Severus guzzled down nearly a litre of water, as he could finally get it out of a bottle and not her twat.
Lucius was looking particularly sour, leaning against the mantle-piece with his cane resting on his boot.
“Worried I might actually pull this off?” Severus wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.
Lucius snorted. “I didn’t think you were that naïve. Do you really think you’ll ever win?”
Severus eyed him warily. Upon reflection, it did seem a long shot to trust these two to hold up their end of the bargain. For some reason the ultimatum had been so extreme that his focus had been on the process rather than the reality of the outcome. Had he been through all this for nothing? He picked up his boxer shorts and slowly put them on, not wanting Lucius to see the uncertainty in his eyes.
He had no reason to feel hopeful whatsoever. Even if he did out-play them, it was unlikely that he would ever win. But the thought of losing his life concerned him little. His greatest fear was that Hermione would think that he’d never come for her. That he hadn’t tried his best.
“I brought a healing potion with me,” he announced. “As I wasn’t sure what I’d find here. I’d like to take it now.”
Lucius looked at his torn and bloody body indifferently. “I don’t know why you’re bothering, it’ll just prolong the inevitable.”
“I’d like to think that I did everything I could.” Severus said simply.
Lucius stared at him for a long time and then nodded once. “Where is it?”
“My coat pocket.”
Lucius pushed himself off the mantle and sauntered over to where Severus’ clothes had been placed in the corner of the room.
He fished out the bottle and threw it to Severus, who caught it with a chime of his brass shackles. “Heal away,” he smirked.
‘Heal away’—it’s what he’d said to Hermione when she was erasing his scars, restoring his heart. The happiest moment of his life now seemed so long ago.
Removing the stopper, he drank down the liquid. The crisp coolness filled him, as the projection instantly flew from his body. He knew he didn’t have long and so moved as quickly as he could, room to room, translocating through walls, searching the vast expanse of the mansion. His heart sank further and further with each empty room, until he reached the final level, the attic.
Winding his way through the dusty labyrinth of furniture and boxes, he realised that it, too, was empty. She hadn’t been there all along. Or had she? Through the milky projection, he spied footprints on the ground leading to what appeared to be a solid wall. Projecting through it, he entered a dim cell and there she was, shackled to the wall, head listing against the bricks, eyes closed. Gods! She was alive. He held back a sob as he surged toward her, pressing his lips to hers.
Her eyes flew open and he saw her soundless cry, “Severus!”
He wanted to stay with her, to kiss away the tears that were streaming down her cheeks. But he couldn’t. He didn’t have time. He moved down to the floor for a few brief moments before kissing her again and withdrawing. As he drifted away, he saw her sobbing, squeezing her arms into her heart as she read his words in the dust.
I love you.
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