Disharmony in the Dungeons
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
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48
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71,250
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671
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5
Currently Reading:
3
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Seeking the Complete Package
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Chapter 30 ~ Seeking the Complete Package
Hermione was well into her third year of university, when she bought “The Dress”. She and Severus were going to attend an opera, and she wanted to look fantastic for the evening, but more so for her husband. She went to the upscale Twillfit and Tatting's clothing shop and purchased a black sequined evening gown that contained a spell to show off the wearer’s curves. The dress looked absolutely delicious on Hermione accentuating her breasts, hips and ass in a most flattering way.
When Severus first saw her in the dress, his jaw literally dropped. His wife was always curvaceous, but in that evening gown her feminine charms were definitely off the charts. Her hair was swept up elegantly, teardrop diamonds graced her ears, and she wore black, high-heeled sandals. But it was when Hermione walked away that Severus got an instant erection. Her ass swayed invitingly, enhanced by the shimmering fabric. He couldn’t take his eyes off the plump roundness swishing and gyrating before him. The Potions Master was distracted the entire night, Hermione urging him to catch up when he fell behind her, his black eyes glittering and focused on her behind.
After the opera, they returned home and Severus wasted no time undressing and getting into bed, propping himself up on his elbow and watching Hermione remove her gown, her back turned to him, his black eyes glittering as she pulled it over her head and her sheer black knickers came into view. They barely concealed her the luscious curves of her smooth buttocks. He bit his lip as he looked at her, how her lower back swooped to the swell of her ass. Hermione picked up her nightgown, about to slip it on.
“Come to bed, Hermione,” Severus said rather hoarsely. “Don’t put on your nightgown.”
It was something in her husband’s voice that made Hermione look over her shoulder at him. There was desire in his eyes, but something else as they focused on her body hungrily. She walked toward the bed and as she started to get in he pulled her on top of him, kissing her deeply, his pale hands sliding over her back and ass repeatedly, gripping her globes, squeezing and caressing them, growling in the back of his throat as he hardened against her. He knew Hermione was afraid of anal sex, and he had held off as long as was humanly possible. They had been together going on four years now, and he hadn’t penetrated her, though he came close on several occasions. But after tonight, he had to have her this way.
Hermione was enjoying his passionate caresses, but noticed his focus. Suddenly, Severus stopped and slid her off of him, his eyes dark as they looked at her.
“I’ll be right back,” he growled at her, rolling out of the bed and leaving the bedroom. Hermione’s belly was rolling. There had been something in his expression that was different. She lay there waiting, wondering what he was doing.
Severus was in his stores getting a colonic for his wife and a lubricant for himself. Tonight Hermione was going to go through another deflowerment, and it would initially be more painful than losing her virginity had been. He wasn’t looking forward to putting her through the pain, but gods, he had his needs, and as much as he loved her, he was still a very selfish wizard. His wife would learn to like it. He’d make sure of it.
He returned to the bedroom carrying the vial of colonic and jar of lubricant. Hermione looked up at him as he entered the room, set the lubricant on the night table and sat on the edge of the bed. He offered her the vial.
“Drink this, Hermione,” he said.
“What is it, Severus?” she asked him.
“A colonic,” he replied, his voice low as he looked at her heatedly.
Hermione swallowed. This was it. She looked at Severus who was watching her closely. Her husband had been more than patient, exceedingly patient. How many wizards would have held off as long as he had? It would be unfair of her to complain, or to deny him. He had told her the first night she was deflowered what he enjoyed sexually, and how as his wife, he expected her to perform the acts he enjoyed. Severus didn’t want anal sex often it seemed. Denise had been left alone for sometime, even before he married Hermione. So this might not something he would do to her often. He might like fucking a woman in the ass, but obviously he loved pussy more.
Hermione opened the vial and drank down the contents. It tasted like castor oil. She made a face. Severus smirked at her.
“Not much on taste is it?” he asked her as a tickling, foaming started in her bowels. Hermione squealed and wriggled around the bed, Severus watching her, his eyes twinkling.
“You know,” he said, as Hermione bounced around, “there are people addicted to that particular colonic. They use it to give themselves pleasurable sensations.”
Hermione had to admit it did feel good in a weird kind of way as the foaming eased and she sat there panting. The fact that it did feel good made her hopeful. Maybe her husband would feel good too.
Severus studied her.
“It was that dress that broke the hippogriff’s back, Hermione. Your ass just looked too good in it for me to deny myself any longer,” he said, his eyes sweeping over her. “All of you looked delicious in it, but that ass. Gods.”
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.
“So that’s why you kept dropping behind me. To look at my ass,” she said accusingly.
“Yes. But I wasn’t the only one looking,” he replied, scowling a little as he remembered all the wizards drooling over his wife during their entrance and the intermission. He actually stood behind her to cover her assets up from their appreciative eyes. He was so jealous of his wife. Even the idea of another wizard thinking of fucking her was enough to put him in a black and dangerous mood.
Hermione looked at him.
“Severus, this is going to hurt more than my deflowerment did, isn’t it?” she asked him.
“It could, Hermione, but it doesn’t have to. It will be more pressure than anything else. If you fight that and seize up, then yes, it will hurt until I can get all the way inside of you because I’ll have to force my way through your muscles. But I will be lubricated, and once you relax, I assure you, I will make it good for you,” he said softly, brushing her hair out of her face. “But you will be willing for me to do it. I will prepare you like I always do.”
Severus was very talented at getting her highly aroused, but Hermione thought he might have his work cut out for him this time. She could feel herself tightening up already at the thought of his huge cock plunging into her ass. How could that not hurt?
Severus saw the doubt flicker across her face.
“Trust me, wife,” he said, sliding into the bed and laying her down. “Trust me.”
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A/N: Ooh ooh. Time for Hermione to become the complete package. The dress she bought seemed to have more than the desired effect on the Potions Master. Let’s hope the sex is ass-tronomical! Lol. I can’t believe I used that pun. ROFL. Anyway, please review.
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Chapter 30 ~ Seeking the Complete Package
Hermione was well into her third year of university, when she bought “The Dress”. She and Severus were going to attend an opera, and she wanted to look fantastic for the evening, but more so for her husband. She went to the upscale Twillfit and Tatting's clothing shop and purchased a black sequined evening gown that contained a spell to show off the wearer’s curves. The dress looked absolutely delicious on Hermione accentuating her breasts, hips and ass in a most flattering way.
When Severus first saw her in the dress, his jaw literally dropped. His wife was always curvaceous, but in that evening gown her feminine charms were definitely off the charts. Her hair was swept up elegantly, teardrop diamonds graced her ears, and she wore black, high-heeled sandals. But it was when Hermione walked away that Severus got an instant erection. Her ass swayed invitingly, enhanced by the shimmering fabric. He couldn’t take his eyes off the plump roundness swishing and gyrating before him. The Potions Master was distracted the entire night, Hermione urging him to catch up when he fell behind her, his black eyes glittering and focused on her behind.
After the opera, they returned home and Severus wasted no time undressing and getting into bed, propping himself up on his elbow and watching Hermione remove her gown, her back turned to him, his black eyes glittering as she pulled it over her head and her sheer black knickers came into view. They barely concealed her the luscious curves of her smooth buttocks. He bit his lip as he looked at her, how her lower back swooped to the swell of her ass. Hermione picked up her nightgown, about to slip it on.
“Come to bed, Hermione,” Severus said rather hoarsely. “Don’t put on your nightgown.”
It was something in her husband’s voice that made Hermione look over her shoulder at him. There was desire in his eyes, but something else as they focused on her body hungrily. She walked toward the bed and as she started to get in he pulled her on top of him, kissing her deeply, his pale hands sliding over her back and ass repeatedly, gripping her globes, squeezing and caressing them, growling in the back of his throat as he hardened against her. He knew Hermione was afraid of anal sex, and he had held off as long as was humanly possible. They had been together going on four years now, and he hadn’t penetrated her, though he came close on several occasions. But after tonight, he had to have her this way.
Hermione was enjoying his passionate caresses, but noticed his focus. Suddenly, Severus stopped and slid her off of him, his eyes dark as they looked at her.
“I’ll be right back,” he growled at her, rolling out of the bed and leaving the bedroom. Hermione’s belly was rolling. There had been something in his expression that was different. She lay there waiting, wondering what he was doing.
Severus was in his stores getting a colonic for his wife and a lubricant for himself. Tonight Hermione was going to go through another deflowerment, and it would initially be more painful than losing her virginity had been. He wasn’t looking forward to putting her through the pain, but gods, he had his needs, and as much as he loved her, he was still a very selfish wizard. His wife would learn to like it. He’d make sure of it.
He returned to the bedroom carrying the vial of colonic and jar of lubricant. Hermione looked up at him as he entered the room, set the lubricant on the night table and sat on the edge of the bed. He offered her the vial.
“Drink this, Hermione,” he said.
“What is it, Severus?” she asked him.
“A colonic,” he replied, his voice low as he looked at her heatedly.
Hermione swallowed. This was it. She looked at Severus who was watching her closely. Her husband had been more than patient, exceedingly patient. How many wizards would have held off as long as he had? It would be unfair of her to complain, or to deny him. He had told her the first night she was deflowered what he enjoyed sexually, and how as his wife, he expected her to perform the acts he enjoyed. Severus didn’t want anal sex often it seemed. Denise had been left alone for sometime, even before he married Hermione. So this might not something he would do to her often. He might like fucking a woman in the ass, but obviously he loved pussy more.
Hermione opened the vial and drank down the contents. It tasted like castor oil. She made a face. Severus smirked at her.
“Not much on taste is it?” he asked her as a tickling, foaming started in her bowels. Hermione squealed and wriggled around the bed, Severus watching her, his eyes twinkling.
“You know,” he said, as Hermione bounced around, “there are people addicted to that particular colonic. They use it to give themselves pleasurable sensations.”
Hermione had to admit it did feel good in a weird kind of way as the foaming eased and she sat there panting. The fact that it did feel good made her hopeful. Maybe her husband would feel good too.
Severus studied her.
“It was that dress that broke the hippogriff’s back, Hermione. Your ass just looked too good in it for me to deny myself any longer,” he said, his eyes sweeping over her. “All of you looked delicious in it, but that ass. Gods.”
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.
“So that’s why you kept dropping behind me. To look at my ass,” she said accusingly.
“Yes. But I wasn’t the only one looking,” he replied, scowling a little as he remembered all the wizards drooling over his wife during their entrance and the intermission. He actually stood behind her to cover her assets up from their appreciative eyes. He was so jealous of his wife. Even the idea of another wizard thinking of fucking her was enough to put him in a black and dangerous mood.
Hermione looked at him.
“Severus, this is going to hurt more than my deflowerment did, isn’t it?” she asked him.
“It could, Hermione, but it doesn’t have to. It will be more pressure than anything else. If you fight that and seize up, then yes, it will hurt until I can get all the way inside of you because I’ll have to force my way through your muscles. But I will be lubricated, and once you relax, I assure you, I will make it good for you,” he said softly, brushing her hair out of her face. “But you will be willing for me to do it. I will prepare you like I always do.”
Severus was very talented at getting her highly aroused, but Hermione thought he might have his work cut out for him this time. She could feel herself tightening up already at the thought of his huge cock plunging into her ass. How could that not hurt?
Severus saw the doubt flicker across her face.
“Trust me, wife,” he said, sliding into the bed and laying her down. “Trust me.”
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A/N: Ooh ooh. Time for Hermione to become the complete package. The dress she bought seemed to have more than the desired effect on the Potions Master. Let’s hope the sex is ass-tronomical! Lol. I can’t believe I used that pun. ROFL. Anyway, please review.