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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: 14601 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 47 - Bound and Determined

Severus, who is used to being dominant, is less than cooperative as Welkin tries her hand at a little B&D.

"I don’t think you’re being very cooperative, Severus," Welkin said calmly, shaking her head from side to side at him with disapproval. She walked around him slowly, from the right side of the bed to the left side, and smiled down at him sweetly, despite the fact that he was scowling fiercely at her the entire time.

"Maxima omnium virtutum est patientia - Patience is the greatest of all virtues - the ancients said," she informed him. Welkin pressed the riding crop she held in one black leather gloved hand into the center of his chest for emphasis.

"Loosen these bonds immediately, Welkin. I have no intention of continuing to allow you to sexually torment me for another minute, much less another full hour," he replied haughtily.

Snape thought that Welkin was being rather hypocritical about advising him to have patience, since he knew for a fact through much experience with her, that Welkin had very little patience at her disposal to wait for anything under almost any circumstance.

"Ah, ah, ah…" She tapped his chest with the riding crop again, each time she admonished him. "Now, don’t you dare," she warned. "You know you promised me that you wouldn’t use magic to free yourself for two full hours. It’s been less than an hour. Are you a man of your word or aren’t you, Severus Snape?" Welkin challenged. "Do you want to please Mistress Welkin or not?" she asked, propping one slender black-booted foot up on the bed next to him.

Welkin slowly leaned over him, her ample breasts straining to escape her sleeveless red latex top, which was unzipped down to her navel. Her short black leather skirt was also open down the front, but secured by a series of six buckled thin leather straps. Snape thought he saw a quick flash of her pussy through the exposed gaps as she moved.

Snape stared hungrily at Welkin’s exposed inner thigh, so enticingly close to him, and pictured in his mind letting his hands travel up that pale pathway to the soft fur of her pussy. He inadvertently groaned with desire, and jerked sharply against the strong silken ropes which secured his wrists and ankles to the four bedposts of their bed.

Welkin had fastened him quite tightly, and without recourse to magic, he knew he had no hope of releasing himself until she chose to let him go.

"Good things may eventually come to those who learn to wait," Welkin told him. "You do want those good things to…" Welkin let the pause stretch out for long seconds before completing the thought. "…come…don’t you?" she asked him in a low, sexy whisper. She stuck out her pink tongue, and slowly licked her upper lip as he watched, leaving it glistening with her saliva.

The only time that Welkin had physically touched him in the past forty minutes was in the very beginning, after first securing his bonds, and extracting the promise from him not to use magic, by distracting him with her kisses until he would have said yes to practically anything she asked of him.

His helplessness assured, Welkin had silently cut away his trousers and undergarment, despite his protests at the act of wanton wastefulness.

"How many of my nightgowns and undergarments have you ruined trying to get at me since we met? Apparently, it’s only destruction when your clothes are involved," she told him sarcastically when she was finished.

She had then slowly unbuttoned his jacket and shirt, artfully arranging them open to expose his thin, muscular torso, before briefly licking at and circling his nipples with her wet tongue, like a cat lapping delicately at a bowl of milk.

For the next thirty minutes, she had touched him only with words and innuendo, except for the occasional rapping and tapping with the riding crop. As lovely and desirable as she looked to him in the revealing outfit, and as much as her words stirred him with lust for her, this was much too frustrating without physical contact.

"I bet you want me to suck your cock about right now, don’t you?" Welkin suggested bluntly, watching his face as he continued to struggle futilely against the ropes. She trailed the riding crop along the length of his swollen erection, down to the throbbing purple knob at the tip.

Severus trembled in anticipation. "Yes," he said hoarsely. "I want your mouth on my cock." Finally! She was going to stop her incessant talking and do something to him!

Welkin looked at him sternly. "Then, what do we say?"

"Mistress Welkin, please suck my cock," Snape requested, obediently addressing her in the manner in which she had instructed him to. His voice came out in a harsh whisper, sounding quite strained. Ye gods! He thought - please let her stop this ridiculous posturing, and put her mouth on my cock now - or anywhere at all, for that matter! Snape felt as if his balls might burst if Welkin didn’t touch him again soon.

"Much better. That’s much more polite."

Welkin sounded pleased, and favored him with a smile.

"Poor widdle Sevvy. Does him want him nasty widdle 'Nake' in Mistress Welkin’s mouth? Is widdle Sevvy all horny?" she asked, teasing him with baby talk.

"My cock is not wid…little, Welkin. You are well aware of that." Severus seethed quietly, insulted at her description, however it was meant.

"Don’t interrupt me, Severus," Welkin told him sternly.

"My cock is quite impressive in both length and girth. You have said so many times yourself," Snape pointed out.

"Hey! Who’s in charge here? It’s widdle if I say it’s widdle. Mistress Welkin has spoken - end of discussion."

"My cock is so large that some of the hired women were reluctant to accommodate me under certain circumstances in the past."

"Whatever." Welkin sighed.

"Do not roll your eyes at me, Welkin. My cock is…"

"Okay! Okay! It’s mammoth! It’s huge! It’s your pride and joy, and I should genuflect in its presence! I get the picture! Don’t get all huffy about it. It’s just role-play, Sevvy! Shut up about it or, you’re never going to get any pussy!" Welkin broke character as Snape continued to crap on about his precious prick.

"I don’t think that I will suck that incredibly BIG nasty snake of a cock of yours," she continued. "I’m not your cocksucking little bitch at your beck and call, Professor Snape. You’re my bitch now, and I think I want my bitch to eat my pussy."

She suddenly climbed onto the bed, and stood straddling him, her legs spread directly over his head. She hiked up her short skirt, which barely had covered her ass as it was, until Snape could clearly see what he had earlier only suspected. Welkin wasn’t wearing knickers.

Welkin crouched down into a squat, hovering just beyond his reach, the pouty lips of her pussy glistening with her arousal. She inserted the tip of one leather gloved forefinger inside herself, and let it sink slowly inside up to the hilt, as he watched in excited agony.

"Would you like to stick your tongue into my sweet little pussy, Severus? I bet you would. Can you smell it with that big, beautiful nose of yours? Let me see those nostrils flare. Sniff it out. You should know my scent well enough by now. Does it make your cock twitch? I know that it does. I’ve seen it. I know your cock wants me…do you?"

Snape jerked frantically at his bonds again, and strained his head and neck upward, seeking just one sweet taste of that slippery nectar from his Welkin’s juicy peach of a quim.

"I want you! Welkin, please! Lower yourself immediately, or I shall not be responsible for my actions!"

Welkin withdrew her finger, and shoved it into his mouth. He sucked at it greedily, like a baby at the teat, reveling in the sweet taste of her.

She heard his cock slap against his stomach as it rose even higher, and she hastily withdrew her finger from his mouth.

"Oh, no you don’t," she cautioned him again. "Mistress Welkin doesn’t want you coming too soon. No more little tastes for you. It excites you far too much."

"Welkin!" Snape bellowed as she rose, and quickly dismounted from the bed again. "Come back here! Untie these ropes, and allow me to pleasure you!" he demanded.

Welkin merely smiled at him, pulled her skirt down demurely, and turned away and walked to the window. She stood there gazing out of it, seemingly distracted by the busy comings and goings this afternoon of their Muggle neighbors.

"It must be 3 p.m. There goes Mr. Buchanan to the green grocers. Right on time, as usual," she observed conversationally, as Severus ranted at her in the background.

"Do not ignore me! Come back here! Untie me, I said!" Snape ordered.

He might as well have been speaking in a foreign language - one that Welkin was determined not to understand.

This must be what Crucio is like, Snape thought dourly. He felt as if his genitals were literally on fire, and Welkin, who had done this to him, was cruelly refusing to release him, or do anything to douse the flames of his desire for her. Instead, she kept fanning the fire to make the flames burn higher. He had passed his breaking point with this unnatural sexual charade of hers. Nothing good could ever come of letting any woman be in total command of such things; but most particularly Welkin. She simply did not seem to understand the consequences of her prolonged and relentless amatory teasing of him.

"ENOUGH!" Snape bellowed. "Damn my promise to hell!" he roared, shouting the words to break his bonds in the next breath.

Snape sprang from the bed like a hungry panther and ran at her, his open shirt and jacket flapping, and his painfully swollen balls and prick bouncing. Welkin tried to dodge him, but he was on her almost before she could blink.

He threw her roughly to the floor, forced her skirt up, and shoved himself into her in one rushed sequence of movements.

"Severus! You promised!" Welkin yelled, even though she knew that it wouldn’t do any good to remind him of that at this point. His eyes were much too glazed over with lust when he rammed himself into her.

Snape did vaguely hear Welkin shout, but he ignored it, focusing instead on driving his cock as deeply into her as he could get it. If it would make him come any quicker, and if he could have managed it, he would have shoved his balls up her twat as well.

Severus was fucking her so hard that Welkin began to fear that the floorboards might actually give way, and that they would plunge through them into the sitting room below them. Spinner’s End Couple Plunges to Dismal Dizzying Death in Fatal Fucking Frenzy, the headline in the Daily Prophet would say, she thought, imagining the shocked faces of everyone at Hogwarts when they read the tragic news.

Welkin wrapped her arms around Snape, but couldn’t manage to even fuck back; he was pounding into her so rapidly. Every time she tried to move, he pinned her to the floor again, so she just grasped his butt cheeks, and let herself enjoy feeling the rhythm of his muscles tensing and relaxing with each forceful thrust.

Her butt and back were definitely going to be bruised. She didn’t even want to think about how sore her poor pussy was going to feel. But man, this was starting to feel really, really good. Severus hadn’t fucked her this violently since he’d discovered that he wasn’t really impotent after all. The first night after they had rescued Sully from Huldra Helliwell, and they discovered that her spell on Welkin had worn off, he was able to penetrate her again. Severus had battered her so many times that she had trouble getting out of bed the next morning until he gave her a pain potion.

Snape broke into her thoughts with his deep, masculine groan, followed by a louder, strangled cry as he reached an explosive orgasm, and collapsed on top of her.

Oh, well. She couldn’t always be first to come, she thought. Apparently, this time she wasn’t even to be included in his orgasm at all, except as its instigator.

"Sevvy? Are you okay?" Welkin couldn’t see his face, and he was lying so still on top of her that she started to get concerned.

"I am feeling quite a bit more like myself," Severus responded at last, pushing himself off her, and reverting to a more gentlemanly demeanor. He stood up, let his jacket and shirt drop to the floor, and offered her his hand, pulling her to her feet.

"Did I injure you, my love?" he asked, leading her back to the bed with an arm around her shoulders, in his typically courtly way of treating her after his often violent assaults on her body.

Welkin loved the fact that Severus was capable of such ferociously animal sexual coupling, as well as such touching tenderness to her once the deed was done. They were probably the only couple she knew where it was necessary to ask that question ‘did I injure you?’ somewhat routinely after making love. Welkin was actually quite proud of that fact, even though she could not share it with anyone else. It proved to her that the flames of their love, and their lust for each other, had not diminished by even one spark since they were first married. If anything, their desire for each other had increased steadily over time.

Snape stood her in front of him at the bedside and unzipped her top the rest of the way, carefully helping her out of it. He really was always so sweet and solicitous to her after they did it, Welkin thought again to herself. She loved basking in the aftermath of sex as much as their actual fucking.

Their lovemaking sessions often followed a similar pattern, like the prize fights her father used to enjoy watching on TV on Friday nights when she was little. There was the sparring and jousting with each other as they circled, testing for weakness, the contest of the main event in center ring, and the glowing aftermath of completion. Unlike in the prize fights, no matter who took the round or the match in their competitions, they were both still winners.

Welkin truly felt sorry for anyone who didn’t have what she had found with her Sevvy. He was perfect in his imperfections, and she loved him.

"Never mind whether you injured me - you broke your promise to me," Welkin repeated, now that he was paying attention to her words once again. She ran her hand through his hair fondly, a gesture at odds with her sharp words to him.

Snape unzipped the back of her skirt and let it drop to the floor, lifting her up and seating her on the bed like a child, as he knelt to remove her boots for her.

"I promised to allow you to bind and sexually dominate me," Snape said. "What you were doing was not domination, and it was becoming much too uncomfortable. I was within my rights to call a halt to it."

"It was too domination!" Welkin insisted. "What would you call it but being dominated, if I’ve got you tied up and completely at my mercy?"

Snape peeled off each glove for her, and laid them carefully on the nightstand, at last able to regard her in all of her glorious nakedness.

"I would call it cock teasing, I should think," Snape told her. "Quite talented and masterful cock teasing, but hardly domination," he said. "I do not even think you capable of sexual domination, though you can most assuredly be quite dominant and aggressive in many other areas of life, when your ire is aroused."

"What do you mean, I’m not capable of it?" Welkin felt highly insulted that, after all her hard work in securing her costume, and considering her moves, he obviously thought she hadn’t been good at it.

"You were but playing the part, like an actress in a play," Snape critiqued. "The true sexual dominant, such as I, revels in the giving of pleasure as much as the sexual torment. You focused so much on the teasing and torment aspect of our encounter that the giving of pleasure was almost completely neglected."

"But, you wanted me!" Welkin insisted stubbornly. "I made you want me, didn’t I?"

"I always want you, my pet," Snape said patiently. "That does not prove anything. Why are you angry at my truthful analysis?"

"Because you’re saying that I stink at it! Why the hell wouldn’t I be angry? Anyway, you’re crazy. I thought I did very well for my first time. I thought it would be something a little different. Something we hadn't done yet. I told you I’d never done this before, didn't I ?" Welkin reminded him.

Yes, she had, Snape thought. Her admission to him that no other man had ever received such attentions from her before had been irresistible to him. Snape wanted to be the only man who could claim such privileges from her. In fact, if he could have Obliviated all memory of former lovers from her mind, he would have done so long ago. He had no intention of sharing his Welkin with any other man, in the past, present or future.

"If it was so awful for you, why did you let me make such a fool of myself…letting me go on and on like that?"

"I thought that you did not care what others thought of you?" he reminded her.

"I don’t - but I do care what you think about me," Welkin admitted sullenly.

"I am gratified that you do," Severus said, favoring her with a bigger smile than his usual meager ones. "It was quite stimulating, Wells. I am just saying that it was stimulation that was perhaps a bit too prolonged. I had too great a desire for you, my love, to let it continue." That was very smooth, he congratulated himself.

The fact that his opinion had earned a place in her regard meant to him that she was slowly relinquishing small pieces of her independence to him. Her independence was not something which Welkin gave to another person easily or lightly without deep consideration and commitment. As far as Snape knew, he was the only person who had ever earned such an honor from her.

"I guess I was not as good at it as I thought I was," Welkin said in a small voice, sounding subdued.

"It was an admirable effort," Snape offered, as he continued to belatedly attempt to placate her, and bolster her opinion of herself again before things got out of hand, and she did something unnerving to him, like burst into tears. Other people’s tears had no effect on him, but Welkin’s tears always disturbed him deeply. The downside to her seeking his good opinion of her was that her expression of her emotions, which had always been quite open with him to begin with, now included tears more often than it used to, when she felt that she had upset him in some major way, or when she was worried about his welfare.

"I’ll do better next time," Welkin promised.

Snape sighed. "Welkin, have you not been listening to me? It is not in your nature to be the dominant sexual partner. You respond quite naturally and ebulliently when I am dominant. You are quite compliant with anything which I suggest to you, and do to you. It is a sexual quality which I treasure greatly about you. You have no need to attempt to be otherwise, my pet. The role reversal was an interesting, if somewhat painful and uncomfortable, novelty for me."

"But, I can do it better…I know I can," she insisted. To his dismay, she was, indeed, almost on the verge of tears.

"Just show me how, and I’ll do it better for you," she promised.

"Wells, there is really no need," he began, but stopped as he regarded her facial expression. She looked so forlorn and upset, and seemed to think that she had displeased him or failed him in some way, when nothing could be further from the truth. He had been extremely angry at her refusal to release him when things did not progress to his satisfaction, that much was true; but his Welkin could never truly displease or fail him in any way.

"Very well," he relented. "I shall teach you, my pet."

"Now?" she asked eagerly.

"No. On another occasion, soon," he promised.

He sank down on the bed, pulling her with him. "Will you lie with me now until Sullivan awakens from his nap? I desire your company, my wife."

"I’d love to, Severus." She finally smiled at him again, stroking his cheek, and thinking how fortunate they both were to be with each other, despite the horrible events that the month of June had brought to them.

"Do you know how lucky we both are that Albus is such a busybody and brought us together? We are two very odd people," she observed to him. "Not to mention disgustingly sappy about each other a great deal of the time. People hate that, you know." She grimaced as if in disgust at the sentimental horror of it all.

"Indeed, I am well aware of it, Wells. Were it not for Albus, neither of us might ever have found a suitable partner. We are both quite disgusting in many ways. No one else would ever be inclined to put up with either one of us for very long. I am also certain that Sullivan will be quite heartily ashamed of us, and denounce us both completely when he is old enough to be so discriminating as to recognize our many defects," he agreed.

"Well, you certainly have given that a lot of thought. I'm surprised that two such imperfect people managed to produce such a perfect child." Welkin grinned at his elaborate statement, and his serious expression as he said it.

"I love you, my brilliantly pompous asshole of a husband," she told him.

"As do I love you, my charming little dunderhead."

"Widdle," Welkin corrected.

"What?"

"It’s charming ‘widdle’ dunderhead," Welkin repeated.

Which reminded Snape… "Why is it that you had no trouble at all calling my nose big and obtrusive, but balked at indicating the true magnificence of my cock?"

"I said beautiful big nose, Sevvy. I never called it obtrusive," she denied. "You’re not going to crap on and on about that cock of yours all afternoon, are you? If you are, I might as well go wake Sully from his nap right now," Welkin threatened.

"Ours," he corrected.

"What?"

"It is that cock of ‘ours’, my sweet," Snape parroted her. "I have granted you partial property rights." He arched an eyebrow, and looked out of the corner of his eyes at her, to gauge her response to his attempt at humour.

Welkin giggled. "Well then, I’m putting my half on a dirty website on the internet, and charging for views of it. I’ll call it Sevvysmonstercock dot com. I’ll have so many hits and visits and backlinks that I’ll be famous."

Snape looked puzzled. "Why would people pay to view my endowment on the Muggle wireless devices?"

"They’re called computers, Sevvy. I guess I haven’t shown you the internet yet. We’ll have to get our house set up for it. I’ll see about that tomorrow."

"We have no need of this…Muggle in-tra-netting device," he told her. "We have magic."

"Oh, but this is kind of like magic. Really it is. Don’t worry, it doesn’t cost that much. I can’t wait to show it to you!" Welkin wriggled against him with excitement.

Snape looked dubious.

"Please, please, please…can’t we please get the internet here? I want to teach you something too," Welkin said.

How could he refuse her when she looked at him like that with her huge, pleading green eyes?

"Very well. We shall arrange for it tomorrow, if you wish."

"Thank you, sweetness," Welkin said, and suddenly thought of Arthur and Molly Weasley. "Arthur Weasley is just going to be Slytherin green with envy. I can’t wait to show him!"

"Welkin, I will not have this house overrun with Weasleys, despite their kindness to us in the past. There are just too many of them, pureblood or not."

"Just Arthur and Molly," she promised. "We can have them over for supper one evening. You know how much Arthur loves Muggle devices."

"As much as Molly Weasley obviously loves babies," Snape observed wryly. "I suppose that she would enjoy seeing how talented Sullivan is."

"That’s right," Welkin agreed. "It’ll be a great opportunity to show off Sully, and brag to them about that superior genetic material you’ve got in your pants, like you’re always doing to me these days."

"I do not boast of such things. It would be unseemly to discuss it with anyone but you," Snape denied.

"Then stop nagging me about it too. I told you I’m not ready for another baby yet."

"I do not nag. I admit that I do occasionally remind you that my interest in producing more progeny with you remains active, but I am merely checking to determine whether you might have revised your scheduling relating to the future. I am most certainly not nagging you."

"You bring it up every time that Sully exhibits some new talent, which is about every other day at this rate. Sully doesn’t need a little brother or sister. He’s doing just fine as an only child."

"Sister," Snape replied. "Our next child will be a witch, and I shall name her myself," Snape asserted, his plans already obviously in place.

"Really? When did you start your own psychic hotline? Should Trelawney be worried that you’re about to take her job?" Welkin sneered.

"I do not think so, since Albus has informed me that I shall at long last be Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor when the new term at Hogwarts begins," Snape said. "My old professor, Horace Slughorn, will be resuming his position as Potions Master in my stead."

"What? You got the DADA job? Why didn’t you tell me?" Welkin leapt at him excitedly. "We have to celebrate! I know how much you wanted it."

Snape smiled with pleasure at her response.

"You’re going to be so good at it, sweetie! Those kids are so lucky! They’re really going to be surprised and excited when they walk in and see you up on that dueling catwalk, instead of another one of those ineffective assholes. None of them knew the first thing about the Dark Arts. The kids can learn so much from you. Just like I have."

Welkin was obviously still totally deluded about his nearly utter lack of popularity with the students at Hogwarts, Snape thought. It was just as well that she refused to see the truth about how hated and feared he was. He did not wish her regard and respect for him to be tarnished by it. Her opinion, and those of perhaps a few others at Hogwarts, were the only ones that mattered to him.

"Yeeesss…" Snape drawled with pleasure, picturing the dismay of Harry Potter and his snotty little Gryffindor friends. They were always complaining that he favored Slytherin students in his Potions class. Let’s see how they did in DADA with him at the helm. There would be no whiners in his class; and if there were, there was always the option of liberally removing House points, or applying detentions to anyone who did dare to complain, or who failed to meet his exacting expectations.

"It will be a most rewarding teaching experience for me," Snape agreed a little ominously.

Welkin somehow got the feeling that Severus was referring to a little more than merely his pleasure and proficiency at imparting knowledge to young magical minds.
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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)

Chapter 47 - Bound and Determined