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A/N: I somehow forgot to add in my A/N and replies for the last chapter, but it's fixed now. (My apologies to Dyrim and DS.)
4—Timbre
“The sounds of silence.”—Simon and Garfunkel
(Severus)
Severus slid across the leather and settled into her abandoned seat. He wanted to get her in the perfect position, because he intended to enjoy this spanking to the fullest extent. All those years of hand-waving and endless textbook recitations would finally be given their proper due.
But that had been ten years ago. An entire decade. Surely she’d matured beyond such behavior. This was no schoolgirl. That arse alone was a testament to the glories of womanhood. Perhaps she had finally left behind the swottiness of her youth. Or perhaps she'd begun fucking her books instead of memorizing them. It was obvious she'd been up to more than reading behind those shelves.
Lucius helped her up and then spun her around, urging her to bend over Snape’s lap. She didn't cringe or protest, so the prospect of receiving a spanking from him must not have been too repulsive. He wasn't sure yet if she was a Malfoy groupie or just a horny spanking enthusiast. Her willingness suggested the latter.
Severus pushed up her skirt and nodded approvingly at Malfoy's handiwork. She'd been primed for further coats, and he planned to paint that backside red. Lucius may have been playing with her, but Severus took his work seriously. A witch who offered herself up for a spanking as heartily as Granger had needed more than just some slaps and pats.
Shifting her around into a better position, Severus got her chest resting on the couch and her feet on the floor. While he forbade kicking in such a situation, he couldn't deny he liked the way she bucked and arched. That would be encouraged. Sliding his hand up the curve of her right hamstring, he delved between her thighs and pulled her leg to the side. Once again there was no hesitation; she wantonly spread her legs in the most un-Granger-like manner.
His gaze cut over to Draco, who was staring at her nether regions with the intensity of a deranged artist preparing to paint a prize-winning pussy portrait. Had he never seen this? It didn't appear so. Severus slowly palmed her upper thighs, one in each hand, skimming over her soft flesh until he found two suitable anchor points. Pulling outward, he drew her legs wider and parted her slit in the process. She gasped, and Draco's brow perked in interest. Severus smiled to himself. That's right, Miss Granger. Give Draco something to remember. Could he see the wet shine already gathering along her pink slit? Severus could.
After making it clear she was to remain lewdly splayed, he gave her bum a few practice pats. It wasn't a warning. He wanted her acutely aware of her position. She might get lost in the spanking, but for the moment, she should be focused on the humiliation.
Lifting his hand, he paused for a second—prolonging the anticipation—then he whipped his palm across her rump with a satisfying smack. Her bottom wobbled, and a handprint bloomed on her right cheek.
"Mm!"
A bit harder. This needed to be memorable. Smack!
"Ow!”
Much better. He'd forgotten the adrenaline-fueled pleasures of a well-spanked witch: her hot little body writhing in his lap, her belly pumping against his leg with each nervous breath. He gave her ten more hard licks. While she continued to shout and moan, she also added an anxious hip thrust to the clapping beat. Was she seriously trying to hump his leg?
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Oh, she was definitely trying to hump something. Horny little Gryffindor, wasn't she? He found a steady rhythm and and gave her a proper walloping.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The bucking became obscene.
"Ow! Please, sir," she wailed, gripping the edge of the couch in a panic of pain.
Lucius slithered around to Snape's previous seat and slid his crotch into her face. "If you can't keep quiet, I'll have to keep your mouth occupied."
Lucius lowered his zip, and Severus smirked as her body went stone still. Feeling magnanimous, he gave her a break and swiped his hand up and down her glowing globes so she could concentrate. Still feeling brave, Miss Granger?
Lucius grunted softly, and Severus canted his head to watch the action unfold. Lucius gathered up her hair in one hand so they could both see. Her lips hovered over Malfoy's glans, her pink tongue peeking from between the crimson petals of her lips.
Ringing the base with her fingers to hold him steady, she cautiously descended.
As she pulled back up, her lips bulged around the ridge of Malfoy’s plumbed head. How wonderfully visceral. Pausing at the top, she inhaled, and Severus could see the shift in her jaw as her tongue worked the tip. When she dived down again, her eyes fluttered closed as if she were lost in the experience.
"That's it," Lucius hissed. "Nice and slow. Use that tongue."
Snape lent her erotic endeavors a helping hand. Smack!
"Mm!”
Her whimpery moan slipped out around Malfoy's dick, and Lucius's grey eyes rolled back.
Smack!
Snape glanced at Draco. He looked slightly pissed off that his friend was fellating his father, but it was impossible to miss the tent in his trousers.
Smack!
"Uh!"
"Fuck," Lucius groaned. "Don't stop."
Malfoy's hips lifted, plunging his length even deeper into her mouth. Snape's own cock struggled against his placket, fighting for freedom. Things had progressed faster than anticipated, and his balls would need to be emptied soon. But unlike Lucius, he had no intention of fucking her face. Surely her poor red bottom would need some cream after the night it’d had.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Draco gripping his dick through his trousers. Draco might hate what his father was doing to her, but he certainly didn't mind seeing it. Tomorrow's breakfast conversation should be quite interesting.
Lucius and Draco were already co-existing on a razor's edge. An undercurrent of steely tension crackled in the air whenever they shared the same room. Lucius, like most pureblood fathers, wanted his son to be tough and formidable. All affection had been deemed coddling. It was a cold connection. Draco had taken on a shield of arrogance and derision to protect himself, but despite his similarities to Lucius, he never earned his father's approval. And he likely never would. Lucius would always remain distant in an effort to "make a man" out of his son.
But that plan had backfired. For the past several years, Draco had gone rogue, eschewing Lucius's snobbery and pretension in favor of his own sense of self. But then Narcissa had died, and Draco had leapt off the deep end. He'd developed a surprisingly sensitive nature, which Severus guessed was overcompensation for the love he was no longer receiving from his mother. It was backlash against his father's stern dispassion.
But Severus saw how desperate Draco had become. He was shagging a new witch every week, hopping into bed with anyone who would show him an ounce of affection. That was one commonality father and son shared. They both thrived on touch. It kept them sane. But Severus could see Draco wasn’t happy. Sexual intimacy was a poor substitute for emotional support.
Severus could commiserate.
While Lucius filled Snape’s basic requirements for camaraderie, there was still a gaping hole in his life. A part of him was withering away. Something was missing. The closest he'd come to discovering that missing element was after Narcissa's death, when he'd picked up the pieces of Lucius's shattered heart.
He'd come to check on Lucius at Draco's behest, and when he arrived, he’d been shocked by his friend's appearance. Bathing had clearly not been a priority for several weeks, and he'd lost at least two stone, his muscles having given way to emaciation. There had been no word from Lucius since the funeral, and Severus had assumed he was grieving like any normal husband; but once he got a look at him, it was clear the problem went far beyond simple sadness. He was broken, a shell of the man he'd once been.
Malfoy had raged against his help, his voice croaky with disuse, yet the mad vitriol continued to spew forth unimpeded. Severus just stared at him. It was like watching a screaming skull. Lucius stormed around the room, smashing Narcissa's crystal knickknacks one by one, first by hurling them at Snape and then just slinging them to the floor in a fit of anger. Severus didn't try to stop the outburst; he sat silently on the bed while Lucius tore apart the room like a blond cyclone.
When the storm had run its course, and the floor glittered like a diamond mine, Severus went to him. For a second Lucius's body had coiled as if ready to strike, his face a rictus of suffering. Severus understood. There was no remedy for losing the love of your life. He never said a word as he slipped his arm around Lucius's neck, pulling him in and holding him tightly. In a split second, the fight went out of Lucius. He planted his face on Snape's shoulder and wept. The animal anguish of that sound struck a chord in Severus, and he held him even tighter.
The release must have been exactly what was needed, because Lucius woke the next day considerably improved. He didn't look as drawn, and the wan moue of his mouth was less furrowed and sullen. Severus stayed with him the rest of summer to make sure he got back on his feet, and when it came time for the next school year to begin, Severus felt Lucius was well on his way to recovery and left him in Draco’s care. He still came over every weekend, which was good for both of them. Lucius needed a friend and lover . . . and Severus needed the same.
And more.
It was difficult to put his finger on at first, but something had happened that summer, something that had chased the demons from his soul. It took some time before he realized what had left him feeling so different—he enjoyed taking care of someone. That was a rather jolting revelation. It felt good to be needed. Wanted. He had a purpose. It was a side of himself he'd never seen before.
He stowed away that discovery deep within. There was nothing he could do with the knowledge, and it seemed masochistic to keep ruminating on a thirst he couldn't slake. Lucius was the only outlet for what few emotions he allowed himself to have. And now that Malfoy was better, Severus was left searching for another hit of that elusive high.
This was why he needed a woman in his life. Women accepted care in ways most men couldn't. They didn't balk at a display of affection. For a long time, Narcissa had been his female refuge. She'd become his feminine crutch. But now she was gone, and he missed the balance she brought to his life. He didn't love her the way he’d loved Lily, but he cared about her deeply, and she had been his escape, a willing recipient of his softer side. Okay, side was too strong a word. His softer flashes. Like lightning. But still, lightning needed grounding.
Having Granger's buttery buttocks dancing over his lap was a stark reminder of everything his life lacked. In its absence he'd forgotten the power of pussy, the fundamental differences between women's sexuality and men's. She was unbelievably soft and round, whereas Lucius was hard and sharp. Like a diamond. One moment he could make you feel like the luckiest person in the world, and the next he could be cold as ice. That didn't bother Snape. He was of a similar cut. But it was a nice change to slap an arse with some bounce to it.
And that smell. Gods! He’d completely forgotten the sweet scent of a witch in heat. The musky perfume of her sex filled his nostrils like tendrils of opium. What had gotten their little Gryffindor so aroused? Was it the exhibitionism of her position or the sting of his hand? Or was she dripping at the sight of Lucius's thick erection? To be fair, it was mouthwatering.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Her lips shone with saliva, leaving Malfoy glittering with her efforts. The firelight cast a warm glow over his shaft so every vein stood out in high relief on one side. Granger's mouth popped over each ridge, following the glide of her hand, and Severus could tell Lucius was about to blow. His breathing always became staggered as he approached the finish line. Slapping her bum a little harder, Severus encouraged a much louder moan from her mouth. Lucius would enjoy that.
Lucius’s eyelids sank lower, and he tipped back his head, baring his teeth at the ceiling as he hissed through a grimace of pleasure. His blond hair fanned over the black leather, and Snape watched his face as he came.
"That's it, girl. Swallow it all," Malfoy murmured, his hips ticking toward her mouth on the beat of his release.
Snape waited for Lucius to go still before he slowed the spanking to a stroll. When the last deep sigh slipped from Malfoy’s aristocratic mouth, Severus returned his attention to the backside draped across his lap. Tracing his fingertips over her roasted cheeks, he tested the heat and color while she caught her breath.
Her head rose, and Severus heard the heavy panting of a job well done. Granger may have been an annoying student, but no one could ever say she didn't work hard for what she wanted. He appreciated that effort.
And that arse.
"Now it's Severus's turn," Lucius announced. "You enjoyed his spanking, didn't you?"
"Uh . . . yes."
Snape patted her arse and gave Malfoy a pointed nod. You know what I want.
"Let Severus, up, Miss Granger," Lucius said. "No, no, no. Keep licking my dick. I don't want to have to bathe again tonight. Clean me up while Severus puts some cream on your arse."
Awkwardly, Hermione got to her feet while keeping her face buried in Lucius's lap. She propped one knee on the seat and stuck out her bum. Severus couldn’t help smirking at the baboon-like nature of her display—although it might have been her red rump that inspired that train of thought as much as her posture.
Severus quickly unbuttoned his fly, and relief flooded through him as his flesh found the freedom it had been craving for the past twenty minutes. He eased his boxers over his protruding prick and grabbed hold.
Pumping himself with one hand, he wiped his leaking tip over her glowing posterior—back and forth, up and down, painting her with the glistening promise of impending release.
She arched her back and whimpered softly, a cooing of excitement. The arch parted her pussy, and Severus leaned back to get a better view. Bloody hell. The fire made her slit sparkle. Even her thighs were damp. He threw Lucius and impressed glance, and Malfoy snickered.
"Try not to leave a puddle on my rug," Lucius taunted. " It's imported."
Severus wanted to see more. Placing his fingertips on her left cheek, he pulled it to the side, exposing her furrow to the light. She gasped, but her tiny brown pucker gave him a saucy wink of approval. The arch in her back became desperately deep, and she rolled her hips in search of friction. His sac surged with pre-ejaculatory tension, and he gave in to the rush, pumping faster and pushing himself over the edge. The first stream shot up her lower back, but the rest spattered her buttocks in several creamy starbursts. He stayed silent through each propulsive ejection, never giving voice to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his cock, but he could feel Lucius’s eyes studying every tic and twitch. Malfoy didn't need moans or grunts to identify the peak of Snape’s arousal. They knew each other too well.
Malfoy’s white teeth flashed in a sly smile. "If you ask nicely, I'm sure Severus would give your poor pussy a helping hand."
"Ah . . . um . . ." she hemmed and hawed, then cleared her throat several times. "Please . . . uh . . . will you . . . help me, sir?"
Snape smirked at Lucius and shook his head.
Malfoy gathered up her hair again. "That wasn't good enough. Say 'Thank you for spanking me, Professor Snape. My pussy's so wet. Please will you make me come.'"
Severus choked back a snort. Lucius was going to make sure she never lived this down.
"Th-thank you for spanking me, Professor Snape," she repeated quietly. "My . . . my pussy's so wet. Please will you . . . make me come?"
He nodded and slipped two fingers into her sodden slit.
"Ah!"
Galloping gorgons! She wasn't just dripping wet, her inner tissue was so engorged it was like sticking his fingers in a cunt cuff. Her muscles squeezed around the intruders as if she wanted to break his bones. He turned his palm to the floor and felt for the swelling of her g-spot. There it was. Holy fuck. The saturated sound of his fingers slogging through her sex rang through the room. His thumb found her clit, and she immediately began to tremble.
"Oh God!"
The firmer his pressure got, the harder she quaked. His seed still shimmered on her rump, and while he enjoyed the visual, he wanted to leave her with something lasting. Smoothing his free hand over her bum, he massaged his release into her quivering backside. She might take a shower later, but until then, she'd have a tactile memento to remember him by. The prim and proper swot wouldn't soon forget her adventure in the snake pit.
"Oh . . . oh gods. Shit!"
Severus tore his eyes from the glow of her glutes to laugh with Lucius, but Lucius wasn't watching him; his gaze was low, focused on something Snape hadn't noticed at first glance: Hermione's hand clutching Malfoy's, holding on for dear life. Lucius was staring at their joined hands as if he'd never seen such a sight. He looked dazed. Mesmerized. His grey eyes darted to her face, and Severus saw him squeeze her hand in return. He had a feeling Lucius was just as stunned by her femininity as he himself had been earlier.
Pressing her clit firmly, but slowing the speed, Severus watched the intensity grow on his friend's face.
Her sheath contracted, and a stream of juice pulsed from her folds, running over his fingers and trailing down her leg. "Unnnnnnnh! Severus!"
Most people didn't dare use his first name . . . let alone scream it in ecstasy. Her cries echoed in his head on a lustful loop.
"Fuck!" she panted. "Thank you, sir!"
Lucius looked up from their clasped hands and met Snape's eye.
Oh yes, I heard her. As if his balls hadn't already gotten enough of a workout, that emphatic sir punctuating her grateful thanks had his scrotum tightening with rapture. Did she always finish a good orgasm with a submissive declaration of praise? Bloody hell, maybe he didn't know Granger at all.
She continued to clutch Malfoy's hand, but she dropped her forehead to his chest as she caught her breath. Lucius stared at her blankly, his thumb brushing the back of her hand in a soothing circle.
Severus massaged the last of his semen into her skin then slowly slid his digits from her stuttering sex. Lifting his fingers to his lips, he breathed in the bouquet of her ambrosia, and his tongue snaked out to lap it up before her cream had time to cool. Fuuuuuck. She tasted even better than she smelled.
Lucius caught his eye, and Severus nodded. I know. She's more than I suspected too. He had to give her something in return, some small gesture to convey how much he’d enjoyed her . . . company.
Inclining his head, Severus ran his finger over the curve of her bottom, memorializing the site of his sticky signature. “You're welcome, Miss Granger."
Timbre—The character of quality of a musical sound or voice as distinct from its pitch and intensity. (Snape's voice has a dark timbre.)
"The Sound of Silence" by Simon & Garfunkel. Written by Paul Simon in 1963-64. "The Sounds of Silence" was released as an acoustic version in 1964 on S&G's debut album. Up against bigger names of the time, the album tanked, and S&G broke up. When the song started getting a following on the radio, Columbia records added the electric instrumentation. (The remix was done without S&G's knowledge.) The song went to number one, and S&G got back together (at least for a little while) and recorded their second album, which featured the remixed "The Sound of Silence" and was named after it to capitalize on its success.
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