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What can go wrong? completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 15097 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling. This story is purely for entertainment purposes, no money is being made from it.

Chapter List
- 1-Lost
- 2-Complicated
- 3-Interesting
- 4-Kitten
- 5-Gratification
- 6-Openness
- 7-Revenge
- 8-Promising
- 9-Lesson
- 10-Looney
- 11-Naked
- 12-Up-side-down
- 13-Breath-taking
- 14-Insights
- 15-Irreparable
- 16-Thrill
- 17-Tight
- 18-Shift
- 19-Tapping
- 20-Discomforting
- 21-Skin-deep
- 22-Intense
- 23-Knotted
- 24-Pivot
- 25-Bridle
- 26-Redefining
- 27-Quell
- 28-Fushion
- 29-Essentials
- 30-Interlace
- 3
- 4
- 5
A/N: 21.04.2018.
Big, big THANK YOU to my beta Holdt
Kitten
Hermione’s head was reeling.
Oh, Gods… Am I… Did I… Severus Snape… Fucking Severus Snape of all people… What is wrong with me?
‘You are fine.’
You did this!
‘One of us did.’
But… Snape…
She stopped. He was walking in front of her, not turning around or pausing, and she jogged behind, unwilling to be dragged. Wondering what happened to her or what was she thinking.
The Voice in her head was irritating as always but subdued, more normal, and she’d discovered she could have discussions with it, more than few times. In a way, it was comforting; her biggest enemy turned to be more of an unwilling ally. Not very smart ally, but at least she felt more herself, which was a relief on its own.
I must be insane.
‘Why do you complain? He’s yummy.’
He was my teacher…
‘And?’
I’m not sure I wanted…that.
‘One of us did.’
But… he’s so… and I…
‘You know more than you lead on.’
Oh, shut up, you—
“Miss Granger, where is your plug?” His voice snapped her from her inner conflict.
“What?!” Her brain and stomach collided in her throat - he chuckled and she stared, perplexed and angry all over again.
“The electric socket. For the cell phone charger.” He drawled, sounding like he was trying to explain a foreign object to someone who’d never seen it before.
Heat climbed her cheeks; the room seemed much hotter than she knew it was. Frowning, she turned around to look. Hermione didn’t have much use for something like that - she didn’t own a cell phone or any Muggle technology of note. Like I have anyone I could call. Finally, they found one behind the bed’s headboard.
She eyed him like a hawk, trying to read his actions. He was acting normal - normal in a disturbingly Muggle way. He padded to the toilet and exited a few minutes later, she could smell a minty scent of toothpaste. Pulling something from his backpack, he sank between her bed and the wall, disappearing from her sight. She climbed onto the bed and peeked to see what he was doing. She was stunned - he was settling a sleeping bag on the floor.
“I do have a bed, you know.” Much to her own surprise, she sounded insulted.
“You have a single bed, and I do not have the desire to walk miles and miles with cramps in my neck.”
“Oh, well, if you prefer the floor—”
“I’d prefer if you turn off the light and let us rest.”
Still wrestling with her own surprise, she did what he wanted. She padded to the bathroom and put on the sleep top and the soft shorts, grumbling. In this heat she preferred nothing more than her panties for sleeping. But panties were improper in a current situation. Slipping back into the bed, she stared at the ceiling.
He sounded like he was already asleep. Her mind raced.
Did she get what she wanted, or had she bitten off more than she could chew?
He had helped her, at least to some degree, and that was a good start. She felt her mind more keenly, for the first time after so long under the weight of the curse’s influence. For that she was grateful.
Reviewing their conversation during dinner, she felt herself blushing again. If someone had asked her why she’d acted as she had…
She couldn’t have answered , not even to save her own life.
‘Did you even see him?’ Nagged the voice in her head.
I don’t need to see him, I know what he looks like. I’ve been watching him for years.
‘Did you now?’
Yes. He was my teacher.
‘I never asked about your teacher, I asked about the man.’
Is there a difference?
‘A big one. Go on, take a peek, he’s sleeping now.’
Following her inner voice, wondering how smart it was to listen to the curse, she turned to the side and leant over the bed’s edge. He slept on and she studied his features.
He looked much younger than she remembered. His face had a certain appeal, a magnetism hidden in unconventional beauty. As if his inner strength couldn’t allow for softer features. The longer hair suited him - gave him a more noble appearance, yet was a wild look at the same time. Examining him from face to shoulders, she bit her lips to stop the sigh. He had broad shoulders, strong lean muscles, tight under the pale skin. He was still thin, but not sickly thin - slender.
She frowned; the idea of ‘slender’ didn’t fit with the strength and power he wore around him like a cologne. One leg was bent at the knee and sticking out of the linen cover. His muscles were wiry, and strong at the same time. Same as his arms, long and almost elegant.
“Checking the goods you purchased, Miss Granger?” His rumble made her jump.
“No, I—I was just—”
“If you can’t sleep, may I suggest you find some other form of entertainment and at least let me rest?”
“Ummm, yes. I’m sorry.” She mumbled and rolled to her back, continuing to stare at the ceiling.
Her insecurities flared up again. At least she’d surpassed her desperation. Ok, the situation she was in wasn’t what she bargained for, of course, but at the same time, it wasn’t all that bad. Mulling on his words about aspects of the curse, she wondered.
What was his?
She already knew that hers was tightly connected to carnal pleasure. Every time their skin touched she’d felt like she had a full dose of Calming Draught and at the same time she felt electrified. Her head would go still, blessedly silent, but every nerve in her body would hum with need.
And it was different, different from the hunger she’d felt for years, the one she fought for so long. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to embrace sleep, thinking of the moments they’d been intimate, no matter how awkward or volatile they might have been.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Snape smirked in the darkness. Are you scared yet, little girl? His thoughts were dark. Muggle women had spoiled him, in a way. He’d almost forgotten how it looked to be feared. Admittedly, the Granger girl wasn’t exhibiting fear so much as confusion, and her head was too fuzzy. Nevertheless, he hasn't been with a witch for a long time, and being with her had its advantages.
This is going to be fun.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
The sun was high in the sky when they finally walked into the chilled hotel foyer. It had been a long walk to the nearest city—and the term city applied in extremely loose form—then a ride in a bus so awful that she had no words to describe it. But they reached their destination by noon.
The man behind the counter eyed them with disdain, and she decided that she would allow Snape to communicate with him, and hopefully bite his head off. Snape appeared unfazed by their reception, but he did ring the bell even if there was no need for that. The man turned to them with a bored expression
“How may I help you?”
“We want to go to the room.”
“I am terribly sorry Sir, but we are all booked.” The man cut of Snape and she noticed his eyebrow raised. At that moment she wished for some popcorn. He’s gonna regret this now. Her own dose of malice scared her.
“That is quite all right unless you rented our room to someone else.” smiled Snape and that was not a pleasant, polite smile - it was vicious and dripping with poison
“Your room, Sir?”
“Yes, at the name Snape.” The man looked at the book and his face changed.
“Yes, Sir, I mean no Sir, your room is ready and waiting for you. We didn’t know when to send a car to the airport, I apologize Sir—”
“We came earlier and went to visit the ruins,” he said, clipped. “My wife wanted to see them.”
That caught her ear. Approaching Snape, Hermione ducked down to position herself between the lacquered surface of the counter and him. She placed her hands around his neck and pulled him down.
He’s so damn tall.
‘I like it.’
Shut up!
Leaning up to his ear, she whispered.
“Wife?” She pulled back to see his face.
Snape smiled. That caught her off guard; it was nice, a bit of a seductive smile that suited him in a very disturbing manner and gave him a slightly animalistic attraction. Her insides danced like they are filled with butterflies, angry butterfly’s or, at the very least, an unhappy swarm of bees. He hugged her with his left hand, dragging his right hand along her jaw, leaning towards her. Breath hitched in her lungs. Leaning to her ear he rumbled in a hushed voice.
“You may thank, later, your friend Potter. He made the plan and the reservations. I just hope that his planning has improved since the war."
The man behind the counter cleared his throat and Snape turned to him, keeping her pressed next to him with his hand.
“If you just sign Sir, our boy will…”
“No need.” Snape cut him off, placing his signature on the designated spot. “What floor?”
“Penthouse, Sir.”
“Thank you.” Snape turned and picked her up, tossing her over one shoulder like a sack, hooking her legs so she would not slide down. With another hand, he picked up her bag, his backpack and camera bag, heading to the stairs.
“You may use the elevator, Sir.”
“No need, the third floor is not far.” Snape did not turn or slow down.
“Enjoy your honeymoon!” Cried the man behind them.
Hermione had a view of all the guests who turned to watch them. She honestly hoped that this was a strictly Muggle hotel, she wasn’t ashamed of their situation but she did cringe at the prospect of being, yet again, the Prophet’s main news.
He carried her all the way into the room. Only when they were inside he let her down to the ground. She wasn’t sure if she felt better or sorry for that.
The room was - huge. Small sitting area, with dining table for two in the corner, and enormous king-sized bed. On the coffee table in the sitting area was a basket with an assortment of fruits, chocolates and wine. The bed was covered in rose petals and she felt bad for the flowers that had to die, especially for the two of them. The grim look on his face told her that he felt the same way.
With a muttered curse, he strolled to the door that leads to the bathroom. The bathroom was big, with cream tiles, it had triangular tub. Jacuzzi she always wanted to see how it looks like to be in one. It also had a double sink, nested in a marble counter below the long mirror, one rather spacious shower booth in glass and toilet behind waist-high G wall. she thought that bathroom looked lovely, but he cursed, out loud this time and tugged her to the room, rummaging through his pockets.
“Potter, are you insane?” He hissed into the phone “Oh, I like the room, real royal treat. I was just wondering, would you care to explain Miss Granger that she will be forced to use the loo with me, present, in the bathroom. - Of course, I know, I know how to count. - Whose paces did you use? Hagrid’s? - No, I’d say that Miss Granger likes the room, I’ll let her discover the impracticality of our accommodations in her own time. After all, it is only for one day and one night. Yes, just be sure everything else is prepared. No, the one is you, the other I’ll choose when we arrive. - No one else Potter, that’s final! - Fine.” He turned off the phone.
“What was that all about?”
“Miss Granger, did you count the size of the bathroom?”
“No.”
“It is approximately thirty to thirty-five paces. And can you tell me how far apart the two us can go?”
“No more than twenty paces and that at a stretch.”
“Precisely.” His voice was half annoyed, half amused. But his grim expression turned to a sneer when his words finally sank in and the deep blush crept up her cheeks. “You may thank Mr Potter for that too when we return home. For now, let’s take a bath.” She gawked at him.
How am I supposed to take a bath with him in the bathroom, or does he imply we should take a bath together?
“Miss Granger!”
“Yes?”
“Do. You. Have. A. Bathing. Suit?”
“Um, yes, sort of.”
“Sort of?”
“I have a bikini, all right?” she huffed.
“I don’t care either way, Miss Granger, as long as you can put it on.”
He acio-ed her bikini and his swimming trunks, they whizzed in his hand. And he showed her in the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She relaxed.
Get a grip, Hermione! You gave the man a blowjob the first night you saw him, you practically raped him a day later. Now you have a problem being naked in front of him?
‘I don’t...’
Nobody asked you.
‘Coward.’
I’ll get rid of you soon, you nuisance.
‘Want to bet?’
“Miss Granger?” His voice was impenitent, she opened the door wrapped in a towel. “Do you wear a towel on the beach as well?” One of his eyebrows was quirked in sarcastic wave.
“No, well not if I have a bathing suit on.” The eyebrow arched. “After all, we’ve done… you’ve seen me naked.”
“So why pretend, unless…” He just shrugged. “It is your choice.”
He entered the bathroom and pulled off his t-shirt, tossing it carelessly to the tiles. Losing his pants in the same, careless manner, he hooked his thumbs to the band of his boxers. er eyes widened, even though all she could see was his back.
“Close your mouth, Miss Granger. I am not your entertainment.” She giggled, picturing him doing a slow striptease dance. Stepping out of his boxer shorts, he turned towards her, narrowing his eyes and yanked her towel off.
“Equality, Miss Granger.” She squealed and tried to cover herself. With a roll of his eyes he pushed her into the shower.
“Won’t these wash off?” She pointed at runes on her wrists.
“No, water can’t remove them. Sweat can. It is time to re-apply them after the shower.”
He set the water to pleasantly warm, and begin to meticulously scrub, turning his back on her. Ignoring her. She sighed and did the same, this was no different than washing in the girl’s showers in Hogwarts, except….
Except, she was alone in the shower with a man, an extremely well-built man. Her eye would slide to steal a glance at him, every now and then. Shyness obviously wasn’t his trait, or if it was he hid it really well. Also, he had no issues with his appearance, not that he should have one, if anybody asked her.
She was trying to bend her arm and wash her back, huffing and twirling around. Without a word, he plucked the sponge from her arms and turned her around, scrubbing her back. She relaxed into his touch. He wasn’t particularly gentle, but he wasn’t rough, he just - washed her, the same way she would wash if she could reach. Mutely returning her sponge back he proceeded to wash his hair like nothing happened.
Hermione felt like her mind had run into a solid brick wall. Get a grip on yourself, he just washed your back. Or at least make up your mind.  The voice in her head just laughed, laughed so hard she had a need to bang her head against the tiles. Water stopped running, that snapped her out of her reverie.
By the time, she raised her eyes he already had one towel around his head, another around his hips and with a third, he was drying himself. His skin was pale, so pale that he looked almost surreal, but it suited him just fine, making him look more formidable. Quickly, she followed his lead.
“I’m going to re-apply the runes. You may wear your knickers but it would be helpful if you left out your bra.” She blushed. He was so casual with this.
“Ok. Where should I sit?”
“You will lie down.” He took one large beach towel and carried it with him.
Using his wand to clear the petals from the bed he placed the towel in the middle and tapped it.
“Lay on it, on your stomach.” That was an order. “Leave the towel on your hair, it will make things easier.”
He summoned a pouch from his backpack and she climbed on the bed, watching him making a mixture
“This won’t be pleasant, Miss Granger. If you think you can’t stand still, let me know.”
“Why? What are you going to do to me?”
“Restrain you, though I'd prefer if I don’t have to.” She nodded.
“Fold your arms - forehead on them, and stay still.”
She obeyed.
Soon, she felt him straddle her back. He wasn’t really touching her, just leaning above her, but her mind wandered to more inappropriate ideas applicable to their position. Nearly yelling when the soft, wet brush glided over the base of her skull, just below the hairline. She had a need to squirm and wiggle - the brush was tickling her, but the bottom of her stomach heated up. How would his fingers or lips feel instead of the brush?
Lulled into a feeling wedged somewhere between rising desire and tickling, his body radiated heat and she could feel it.
“Stay still.” He hissed when she pushed her backside up, grazing slightly his crotch. He was writing runes at the base of her spine. She felt the bed bend when he crawled up to place the runes to her shoulder-blades. His warmth moved away from her, bending the bed to her left.
“Stay that way, let the ink dry off.” His voice sounded gravelly and she wished she can take a peek at him.
But, as the ink dried it started to burn like someone was trying to imprint them on her skin with a branding rod. He muttered something and cool air like icy blanket landed on her skin
“Can you withstand it?”
“Yes.” she panted “Thank you.”
“You are welcome. Tell me when it stops burning, and turn around to your back only then.”
She just nodded. The voice in her head was screaming making her headache. The screams and the pain slowly dulled into nothing and she turned around, keeping her eyes closed, opening them only when he straddled her again. His face was the mask of concentration, word rolled from his lips in a deep, slow baritone
“Do you want us to make a break after every set of runes? There will be quite a few more than on your back."
She shook her head, not trusting her voice.
Nodding in acknowledgement, he dipped the brush in the mixture and started to draw runes, first one just below the spot where her collarbones met and continuing down, between her breasts. His face was concentrated and he was muttering all the time, she couldn’t move her eyes from him. Partially, it was the same expression she knew from school, deep concentration, but another part was something entirely new - deep peace,  like he was in a semi-meditative state.
Moving lower, Severus re-painted the triangle around her belly-button. By that time the only thing she could think of was how much she wanted him to throw away the brush, remove her panties and have sex—steaming hot sex—with her. The blush crept at her cheeks when she felt his breath rushing over her most intimate parts. She felt wet, like she peed a little on herself as his hands steadily drew the runes on the inner parts of her thighs.
Her vaginal muscles clenched on their own accord, not consulting with her at all. She kept her eyes screwed shut, afraid that he might read in them how much she wanted for him just to fuck her. His voice was a breathy whisper.
“Do you want us to take a break before the last runes are placed?”
She just shook her head.
He pulled one of her legs and made a rune above her ankle, then he repeated the procedure with another leg. He shifted to her left side and she felt the brush on the inner side of her wrist, just above the heel of her palm, stepping over her he repeated the same strokes on her other hand. She waited…, keeping her eyes closed, afraid to look. She could feel him leaving the bed, and then returning.
She squirmed as her skin started to burn, he cast the spell. This time it was only half working since too many spots were simmering. She opened her eyes and looked at him, he was sitting with his legs folded, near her
“Can you withstand Miss Granger, or do you need me to do something?”
“What can be done?”
“Besides cooling spell? I can tie you up again or put you to sleep, like the last time. I recommend you to stay awake if you can endure the pain, the spell will work better."
She nodded “Can I ask you something?”
“You can ask me anything, but I may choose not to answer.”
“Good enough for me.” she nodded again “Why did you accept my request to teach me about sex?”
“You have a most peculiar way of requesting, Miss Granger.” His eyes were calm and unreadable but his lips twitch a bit. “I was under the impression that I had no choice.”
“Gods!” Her stomach rolled. “I didn’t mean to…” Her voice caught in her throat.
“You may start breathing again Miss Granger, I did not accept your request no matter how threateningly phrased, because I had no choice. It was a decision made out of convenience. Why did you make that particular request, what’s in it for you?”
“I want to learn.”
“From what I gathered so far, you know plenty.”
“I know how to give a blowjob. For the rest, I’ve read books. Even some seriously disturbing ones. I know theory…”
His eyebrow arched. The voice in her head was laughing insanely and her skin was burning painfully, but all of that was muffled by almost surreal realisation
Gods! I’m discussing my sexual (in)experience with Severus Snape.
~ S ~ S ~S ~
Snape had to admire her, not many witches or wizards could withstand what she was going through. More than once, he even had to put Albus to magical sleep, but, the girl in front of him was clenching her teeth.
Not that many of her teeth will be left if she continues to grind them like that. Nevertheless, talk about sex seemed to distract her enough, he had no problem with that, it even amused him, up to a certain point.
The other two-thirds of the Golden Trio had nice lives; he was almost surprised to discover the trio’s brain was falling apart. Thinking logically, it was to be expected. The most intelligent always suffered more. Intelligence was a blessing and a curse. It was a shame that she had to suffer. She was the least annoying of them all. Her request and the manner she’d made that request was - interesting.
Now, she was discussing things, he alone never thought he would discuss with his student, ex or not. Well, that obviously excluded Luna, but Luna always had been special in so many ways.
“Miss Granger, you told me that you knew I was safe. How did you know that if you were not aware of the curses’ aspects?”
“I just knew. It was like a gut feeling.”
“It is reassuring to know that you were willing to risk my person on a basis of a ‘gut feeling’.”
“Well I… I didn’t…”
“I understand Miss Granger…”
“Can you stop with that Miss Granger stuff? If you say something like that in front of the waiter or…”
He laughed.
“Your trust in my abilities is - heart-warming. So how should I call you, Miss Granger?”
“When you call me Miss Granger, I have an urge to check if I finished my homework. Please, call me Hermione or think of something else.” She spoke through clenched teeth. “You may not make mistakes but I will. If you can’t call me by my name, think of a pet name. Anything but ‘know-it-all’ or ‘insufferable’ would do. Gods! Why does it have to hurt so much?”
He had nagging suspicion that pain in her ties was not entirely unwelcome, she was partially aroused and it had begun to affect him. Albeit, every physical contact had the similar effect, he suspected that was also part of the curse aspects. She clenched her fists, and without much thought, he stretched his arm out to her. He hated seeing any living creature suffering. She grabbed his hand and nuzzled her face in his palm, reminding him of a kitten.
“How about Kitten?” Her eyes opened, confused but focused on him. ”For your nickname, Miss Granger.”
“I like it.” She smiled and breathed into his palm.
The mist of pain in her eyes started to dim a little, and her breathing was much more normal now.
“You are very brave Miss…Kitten.” He corrected himself. “How is the pain level?”
“Bearable, only my wrists and ankles still hurt terribly. Can I turn to the side?”
“No, not yet. Do you want to be familiarised with the protection protocol under which we would be placed?”
She nodded, fixing her gaze on his face.
“Well, we will arrive at a small, private airport and we will be transported to the first Floo network by car. From there we are going straight to the Potter’s office. Potter arranged for us neutral housing, a safe house under fidelus. He will be one secret keeper, the other will be chosen by me. I have faith that you will approve my choice.”
“Luna?”
“Yes. But if you have no problem with Luna learning about your request I can ask her to bring some books from my house that you may find interesting.”
“I don’t care who knows. I’ve told you that already.”
“I’ll ask Luna to bring you the books.”
Her face twisted in pain.
“Tell me, Kitten, what do you like?”
“What do you mean?”
The strategy worked, she was focusing on him again.
“If I am to teach you, I should know how much you know. You don’t need to seek out lovers to know your own body.”
“Ummm.”
Her brows knitted in frown.
“I tried once, but…. It was frustrating, and not satisfactory - which left me even more frustrated and made it harder to control the urge.”
“What are you trying to tell me? You didn’t even explore what might bring you pleasure?”
She shook her head, hiding a good portion of her face in his arm.
“Have you ever even had an orgasm?”
“I did. In the cave and later that day.”
He just blinked unsure what to say. Terrified. She was one of the smartest students he encountered, meticulous to a fault, and somehow, she was doing things in reverse order. Worst of all, he was partially to blame, he did… he...
Deeming that the safest route was to change the subject he asked, “Are you still in pain?”
“It is waning slowly. Please, don’t move your hand yet.”
He nodded.
“Did it hurt this much the last time?”
“Probably, I wouldn’t know, you were sleeping.”
“Why does the sleep make a difference?”
“It is only natural, it is the way for the body to protect itself and the mind. That’s why excessive pain can cause unconsciousness and blackouts. When one sleeps muscles are relaxed so the possibility of self-harm is diminished.”
“We don’t feel pain if we sleep?”
“I was expecting more knowledge from you, Miss Granger. There is no state in which the body does not feel pain. But different states of consciousness influence how body and mind experience pain and react to it.”
She shifted her head, looking him straight in the eyes.
“The pain is fading away." She smiled at him. Not even one of his students smiled at him - Luna was an exception. A knot formed in his guts.
She raised to a kneeling position in front of him, and smiled again. He wasn’t sure how to interpret the glimmer in her eyes.
“I don’t know what your aspect is, and I’m not asking you tell me. Sure as hell, I won’t share mine with you - not if it is not absolutely necessary. It is not that I’m embarrassed by it, it is just too personal. But, if you do not object, allow me to show you all I know, and I assure you that is all I know. Then you can do whatever you think to do with me.” She extended her hand, but didn’t touch him, mutely asking for permission to proceed Severus slowly nodded, intrigued. “Can I ask you to move? Shift to the headboard of the bed and lean on the pillows, please.”
Eyeing her warily he obeyed, questioning his sanity.
Her eyes roved over his body, and he felt uncomfortable and pleasant at the same time. She wasn’t bothered by scars, that much was clear. She looked at him like he was a piece of cake and she had a craving for sweets.
Slowly, she nudged him to spread his legs, which was somewhat embarrassing when he realised that his shorts were tented with a rather prominent bulge. Something he didn’t notice, or feel for that matter, while they’d talked. She settled herself between his legs, still holding his gaze in hers. The situation was so surreal that he wasn’t sure if this was another spell compelling him—or her—to act this way. His hands lay at his sides, and he wondered what to do with them.
She finally touched him. Her hand was hot, bordering on scorching, but her touch was feather light, ghosting on his collarbones. She traced every single scar he had with her lips. His brain was floating in the midst of sensation, every awkward touch of her lips going straight to his balls, making his cock strain against soft cotton, aching. By the time, he felt her hands on the band of his shorts, he was panting.
For the second she was thinking about something and he fought the urge to pull her up and roll her to her back This is her show, you are here just so you can enjoy the ride.
She called her wand and banished his shorts, he nearly laughed out loud. But then, the breeze of her breath grazed his shaft, one soft hand wrapped around its base and he moaned. The sensation was phenomenal. Severus barely remembered the first time she’d had him in her mouth, his only clear memory of that night the frantic phone call.
Her tongue was merciless and she knew where to press and where to leave a wet trail. Her mouth, hot liquid lava. Her other hand fondled his balls, rolling them gently and pulling the skin. One mischievous finger extended behind his balls to rub along his perineum. His hips bucked on their own. Her hand pumped him while her mouth licked and sucked on his balls and sac.
Merlin, this is heaven.
He had some decent, even outstanding blowjobs, but this surpassed all of them. His balls crawled up, so high that he could almost feel them in his throat. The stream of hisses and grunts filling the room are his, he realised suddenly. This experience is different from the first night - he can feel everything.
Somehow she’d managed to lift the art of sucking dick to still uncharted heights. The sensation was overwhelming. A guttural moan escaped him - she was tugging on his skin with her lips and pumping streams of cum over his stomach and chest, milking him dry.
His brain disconnected from his body, and it felt bloody fantastic. Her tongue worked its way over his belly and chest. Her soft voice snapped him down on earth and back to his body.
“I’d appreciate if you let go now.”
He blinked, realising that he’d finally figured out what to do with his hands: they were tightly clenched in her hair. Reluctantly he unclenched his hands, afraid that he might float away, barely recognising his own voice when he finally managed to speak.
“Give me time to catch my breath, Kitten, and we will reverse the roles.”
Obviously, he’d gotten himself a toy, a pet… a Kitten.
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