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Potions and Punishments	By : Veresna Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 8419 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5: An Interesting Position

Snape smirk grew even more bemused as he watched Bridget’s eyes constantly flick between the bottle of antidote still sitting on the bedside table and sight of his ‘nether regions’, as it were. And then his eyebrows drew together, and the look of amusement was replaced with a slight look of irritation.
"You’re not a virgin are you, Miss O’Brien?"
Bridget blinked and shook her head decisively no. Snape’s grunt in response seemed to be a rather strange mixture of relief and impatience, and she belatedly wondered if she should have lied. Although she was beginning to admit to herself that the thought of actually having sex with him was oddly exciting, she was still quite unsure that she wanted to continue doing things with him in her current tiny and vulnerable form.
"Well, then you must have seen one of these before?" he inquired, pushing himself off of the bed and standing so that he could completely divest himself of his underwear.
Bridget swallowed as she watched the huge organ dip and sway as he moved. Well, yes and no, she thought. Her first time had been so hurried and rushed, (and the room so dark) that she hadn’t really seen much of what the boy’s body looked like. And her recollection of her second time was hazy at best. But, to the best of her memory, neither boy had been nearly as large as Snape was. And she was sure that they had both been circumcised. And she certainly felt inexperienced when it came to dealing with this new version of male anatomy.
Snape got back on the bed, balancing on his knees for a moment as his hands reached back to move both the wineglass and the bottle of antidote closer to the edge of the table. She found herself involuntarily backing away as his hand reached out towards her again and tried to kick and scratch at him again as his fingers closed around her.
"Shhh," he murmured, using both hands to cradle her as he brought her up near his face. "Stop fussing, I’m not going to hurt you."
He paused and smiled down at her as her struggles ceased. Though whether she was calmed by his words or merely exhausted by her strenuous but useless efforts to escape was debatable.
"I think you’ll find this as enjoyable as the last exercise," he promised.
She stared up at him and made no reply.
"Now, are you going to cooperate with me?" he asked, loosening his grasp slightly.
She looked up at him, her eyes still fearful and pleading. "Please give me the antidote!" she begged.
"Very soon," he promised, tilting his head to the side. "If you continue to do what I tell you to."
She looked very unhappy, but nodded in reply. He lowered his hands and she found herself being dumped into his lap. Or, to be more specific, into the black mound of his pubic hair. Which, to her surprise, was much softer and smoother than she had expected it to be.
He smiled down at her again and reached over for the wineglass and held it out for her again. But this time, he brought the goblet down by his stomach and carefully tilted the whole glass over on its side so that the wine reached the lip of the glass.
"I really do think a little wine would help you relax, Miss O’Brien," he said.
She sighed and wondered if it was a suggestion or an order. Either way, it was probably to her best interest to comply with him. She gingerly crawled up over his abdomen to the glass and raised herself up on her knees. She managed to take some large swallows and then sat back again.
He drained the rest of the liquid in the glass and placed the goblet back on the table. Then his hand moved over and she thought he was finally going to pick up the antidote bottle. But instead he picked up the small bottle of massage oil again.
She sighed and closed her eyes, finding herself shivering again despite the slight warmth that the alcohol had imparted to her. Immediately, she felt him wrap part of his shirttail around her and she found herself grateful for the covering. She opened her eyes and stared back up at him as he rubbed the oil back and forth in his hands, warming it again.
He brought his hands down and gently unwrapped her again, taking her between the smooth, slick surface of his hands and rubbing her all over with the fragrant, slippery oil. She found herself grateful for both the sensation and the warmth it leant to her, and this time she made no attempt to stop him from parting her legs and rubbing her there again. After a few minutes, he stopped and she found herself slightly disappointed to feel him drop her back down on the pillow.
She watched as he poured a fresh aliquot of the oil into his hands. But this time, he went to smooth it on over himself, his right hand massaging up and down his thick, long shaft as his left hand applied the oil to his testicles. And then he wrapped the long, slender fingers of his right hand tightly around himself and pumped energetically for a few moments before suddenly releasing his hold.
Bridget held on to the pillow as the bed shook underneath her as he abruptly turned and raised himself to his knees. He pulled another pillow towards him, and then bent towards her and she found herself raised up to a higher height as he placed her pillow on top of this. And she found herself facing the tip of his large prick as he eased it towards her.
She watched, fascinated, as he pulled the foreskin away again with his left hand, and she saw the taut, delicate skin of his glans revealed, and a single drop of pearly white pre-come emerging from the tip. He brought the forefinger of his right hand down and gently teased the drop unto it. And then he reached towards her and carefully smoothed it unto her face and chest. It was thicker and stickier than the oil, but it was suprisingly warm and smooth. There was still a tiny drop left on his fingertip, and he held this out right in front of her mouth. She hesitated a moment, and then bent forward and licked it off. It was salty, and a little bitter, but there was a faint hint of the almond-flavored oil on it also, and she found herself able to swallow it. He grunted his approval and then reached down to encircle his large shaft again, bringing the tip before her mouth now.
She tentatively brought her hands up and placed them against the swollen, thin skin, marveling at how warm it felt. She closed her eyes and moved her head forward, sticking out her tongue and licking him as firmly as she could. She did not think he would really be able to feel it, but she heard him groan appreciatively, and another drop of the pearly liquid trickled out. She drew back slightly and raised her hands to spread the liquid out over the tip and felt the entire shaft jerk in response. He moved the foreskin back and forth slightly with his left hand and clasped his right hand more firmly around the base.
"Yes, yes," he murmured.
She looked up. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed. And he was smiling in a savage, feral manner.
She looked back in front of her and saw that more of the pre-come was dribbling out. She again spread it out, and found as she brushed against him more firmly that he was grunting his approval. She bent nearer and began to move her mouth and tongue more vigorously against him, even daring to make small sucking motions and draw save of the delicate skin slightly into her mouth. At this, he gave a large, satisfied growl, and a moment later she heard him call out again.
"Yes, do that-more!" he urged.
She smiled and began to use her fingers to grab and pinch at him as well and was astounded to see that this merely enhanced his enjoyment. At least it surely seemed to, judging by the increased flow of the viscous liquid and the jerking motion of his body in response, which sometimes threatened to send her sprawling on her back. It seemed to go on a long time, and when she finally drew away again to catch her breath, his glans was dotted with tiny red marks and looked positively and painfully enflamed.
She heard him give a small murmur of disappointment, and she was edging forward, prepared to start again when suddenly he brought his fingers forward and pushed her down on her back. He was so hard now that his prick was pointing nearly straight up against his stomach and she watched in fascination as he drew his forefinger up and down along the large, raised vein that ran along the exposed bottom of his shaft. The next thing she knew, he had picked her up in his left hand, and she spread her legs wide as he raised her up near his hardened cock. He used the fingers of his right hand to encircle the base of the shaft and carefully aimed so that the ridge of his vein was pressed firmly against her small, wet pussy. And then he gently placed her back down on the pillow and began to thrust back and forth.
She drew in a breath and had to stuff a fist into her mouth to keep from screaming out at the absolutely glorious, unbelievably wonderful sensation that his strokes were creating as the warm, throbbing vein rubbed across her clitoris. A part of her brain registered the fact that she should be scared, having his huge prick moving so fast and furiously on and above her, but the sheer, almost unbearable pleasure that was taking over her entire body left little room for rational thought. In less than thirty seconds, she found her back slamming forward and her hands were clawing at the fabric underneath her, and this time she made no attempt to still her cries of ecstasy as she came. He continued to stroke against her and she finally had to reach up and urge him away with her arms, unable to stand further contact as her sated, swollen flesh continued to pulse.
She heard him laugh and he collapsed unto his back, the bed shaking and vibrating violently as he did so. He waited a few minutes, and then she felt him pick her up again, this time laying her across his chest, with her head facing him. She kept her head down and her eyes closed, but she was vaguely aware of the fact that he was reaching his arm out towards the table again.
"Miss O’Brien?"
It was strange to not only hear, but to feel his voice, as his ribcage rumbled underneath her.
She raised her head up. In his hands was the antidote.
"Are you ready for this now?"
She somehow found the energy to nod her head yes.
He smiled and poured out a small drop of the liquid upon the bare skin of his smooth chest. She crawled slowly up on her hands and knees to where it was and opened her mouth to lick it off.
She was vaguely aware of his finger pressing lightly against her back as the potion took effect. She felt a dizzy sensation, and there was a loud buzzing noise in her ears. And her fingers and toes went suddenly numb as her heart began to pound so violently that she was sure that, even as small as she was, Snape could feel it against his own chest. Then black dots appeared before her eyes, and just before the darkness overtook her completely, she wondered if she was really going to be restored. Or if Snape had tricked her into drinking more of the original potion-and she was shrinking away to nothing at all.
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"Miss O’Brien?"
She jerked her head up, and found herself staring directly into Snape’s coal-black eyes. And suddenly aware that she was still lying on top of him. But instead of occupying a small portion of his chest, she was lying across his whole body, and was becoming increasingly aware of the feel of his warm, bare skin underneath every inch of her.
"Feeling better?"
She nodded, still staring up at him.
"Well then," he said, raising up his hand to brush a strand of her hair away from her face, "you may get dressed and leave if you like."
She swallowed, but made no attempt to move.
"Or," he smiled and brought his hands up to caress her buttocks as he moved gently up and down underneath her, "You may stay here and get a proper fuck."
She continued to stare up at him, unmoving, for a few seconds. And then she slowly raised herself up. But, instead of arising from the bed, she crawled forward and grasped her fingertips around the edge of the headboard, balancing herself over him so that her breasts were brushing against either side of his face.
He turned his head and opened his mouth. She drew in a quick, gasping breath as his lips closed firmly around her nipple, drawing it into his mouth, holding it firmly with his teeth while his tongue flicked against it. He sucked on it hard for a moment, and then slowly allowed it to slip out between his warm, moist lips.
He hand moved upwards between her legs. A whole bottle of almond oil couldn’t account for the wealth of moisture that he felt there.
"I thought so," he smirked.
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