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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: 14600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Detention Times Five

Severus finds a clever way to give Welkin her gangbang fantasy.

Snape counted the seconds in his head, his hand hovering over the smoking mixture in the cup. Fifty-two... fifty-three... fifty-four.

He let the dry scrapings of skin, five drops of blood, and five dark pubic hairs fall into the vessel so that they sizzled and dissolved into the mixture at precisely fifty-five seconds, no more and no less. The mixture promptly swirled and changed to a vivid shade of chartreuse. Hopefully it would taste better than it looked. He lifted the cup, raised it to his thin lips, and drained it to the last disgusting drop, his hopes unrealized as to the taste being in the least bit palatable.

Never mind the taste. What mattered was the effect. The quivering in his stomach and one sharp jabbing pain inside announced the beginning of the transformation process to him. All that was left was for him to speak the proper words.

"Geminio Corporis!"

Snape grasped the edge of the desk and his knuckles went white as the jabbing pain was joined by another unpleasant sensation, like something was trying to escape from inside him, stretching at his skin from the inside out.

"Quinque Geminio...Corporis!" he gasped again before he fell to the floor.

"It's all in the hips. Keep your upper body straight, but loosen your hips," Welkin instructed, rotating her own hips in a suggestive rolling motion in illustration. "Now, you all do it."

She walked down the line of her unofficial students like a drill sergeant, judging their style with the dance movements she'd been teaching them. It was Hermione who had asked her for this lesson in Muggle dance moves, but the others, predictably, had decided to come along for the ride.

"Clowns to the left of me... jokers to the right... here I am... stuck in the middle with you," she sang in time to the Stealer's Wheel tune that was playing.

"That's good, Hermione... Ginny... Luna, stop waving your arms around so much... Ron, your knees are too stiff, loosen up... Harry..." She shook her head at him. "I just really don't know what to say about that personal interpretation of yours. Why don't you just take a little break?"

That boy might be the Chosen One, but he was absolutely spastic when it came to dancing.

She moved on to Neville, who she had to admit, was doing better than any of them. "Ooooohhh...Neville! If I weren't a happily married woman!" she teased. "Great hip action!" she crooned the compliment at him, as Harry left the line and took a seat next to Snape's son, who was observing the goings on solemnly from an upright position in his black pram.

Welkin had initially chosen something a lot more cheerful in a pram for Sully, but Severus had wanted the more severe black. It looked a lot like the pram from Rosemary’s Baby to Welkin, which she had felt obliged to tease him about, naturally, but she had decided that if Severus liked the more conservative look, it was fine with her. Sully didn’t care, and after all… the baby really did have his father’s eyes, she had quoted her favorite line from the movie to herself as Severus paid for their purchase.

Sully turned his head and gave him the once-over, as Harry sat down on the edge of the bench next to him.

"Ully!" he finally announced to him loudly.

Harry tried to ignore him, but Sullivan Severus Snape was his father's son, and was having none of that.

"Ully... Nape!" he announced again more firmly, adding his last name. He squealed insistently, smacking Harry on his leg with his hand to assure his attentiveness.

When Harry turned to look at him again, Sully held out his well-worn stuffed toy. "Nake?" he offered. Apparently, unlike his father, the Snape baby was a lot more sociable, and had a generous streak.

Harry took the proffered toy from him. "Thanks... Sully." He smiled at him. Sullivan Snape's dark hair was about as messy as Harry's was. Harry observed that he had Snape's intense dark eyes. Fortunately, they weren't as cold and cruel as his father's were, and he hadn't learned to glare at him with them, or smirk unpleasantly at Harry yet, as his father always did.

Harry realized that the baby couldn't help it if his father was an evil, disgusting, biased, arsehole whose sole reason for living, other than his wife, seemed to be to torment Harry and his friends. It was Welkin's fault for being deluded enough to let Snape sleep with her and get her pregnant in the first place.

Harry supposed he would never, ever be able to fathom what it was that Welkin saw in Snape that made her so loyal to him. She was always subtly trying to convince him that he was wrong about Snape. Love really was blind, he guessed.

Or maybe Ron was right about it in the beginning, and maybe Snape really did have her under some kind of a spell. Otherwise, he couldn't imagine any woman in her right mind ever letting that pompous twit touch them. Maybe that was it. She wasn’t in her right mind. She certainly acted that way sometimes. Still, Sully Snape was lucky to have his mother with him, Harry thought, even if she was slightly insane. He envied him for that, no matter who his father was.

Harry would have been even more disgusted with Sully’s mother if he'd known just how much Welkin actually did enjoy being touched by Severus Snape, of her own free will and volition. And he would have died of embarrassment if he'd known exactly what wanton fleshly treat that Snape had in mind for her tonight, deep in the dank bowels of the dungeons, in the Hogwarts Potions Lab.

"Here's my new paper. It's a lot more of what you wanted, I think. It’s very dry and pedantic,” Welkin announced cheerfully. Snape pocketed it without comment.

“I'm serving detention in the Potions Lab? Not your office?" Welkin repeated his announcement. "What's wrong with your office? You don’t have that mold problem again, do you? Albus needs to give you a healthier work space. I don’t know what he’s thinking, putting your health at risk like that."

"I am constantly under scrutiny by the Dark Lord, Welkin. Mold is the least of my worries, do you not think? Let us say your detention will begin in the Potions Lab," Snape told her. "It may continue elsewhere," he said cryptically, as they reached the entrance.

He opened the door and ushered her into the darkened room. To his annoyance, there were students at one of the lab tables at this late hour.

"What are you doing here? Dimswitty, isn't it?" He remembered him from his Potions class last year.

Even if that wasn’t his name it was an appropriate description of the student in question, Snape thought sourly: dim and lacking in wits. The boy couldn’t seem to finish even one potion last year without spilling it or having it expel itself forcefully from his cauldron like an erupting volcano. Snape had begun to suspect that he might be some distant relation of Neville Longbottom’s.

Snape narrowed his eyes at the unfortunate boy and his female companion.

"Duh...Duh...Dunsworthy, sir!" he stuttered, jumping to his feet guiltily, as the girl hastily rearranged her skirt, her head down, blushing furiously.

"Gryffindor, at any rate,” Snape observed disdainfully. “Why am I not surprised? Five points each from Gryffindor for not having the common sense to use the bushes as all of the other students do to attempt to elude detection," Snape said. "Off with you, then."

Not wanting to appear a total coward in front of his girlfriend, Dunsworthy started to protest, but thought better of it as Snape barked loudly at them. "Are you deaf? Out! Out, I said!"

They both scrambled for the door as Welkin stood pressing her lips together, trying not to laugh. They probably had thought it was safe to meet down here now that Snape was no longer Potions instructor, and Slughorn was hardly ever found here outside of his classes.

"Defigo," Snape uttered the Locking Spell after them, and Welkin heard the lock click securely.

She looked up at him as he advanced on her in the dimness.

"Now, we shan't be disturbed again. Are you ready to begin your detention?" he asked with deceptive mildness. He raised the index finger of his right hand, and touched her bottom lip, moving it back and forth experimentally.

"I suppose you locking the door means you have something special in mind," Welkin said, and smiled at him, not looking in the least bit worried. Whatever it was, she could handle it, she thought confidently.

She knew some of the older female students probably had fantasies about serving detention with Professor Snape. Whatever they thought they knew about what he would really be like as a lover, she doubted they would have been able to handle the reality if it had ever actually been presented to them. She was a grown woman, with a reasonable amount of sexual experience, and she found it a bit difficult to handle him at times.

They didn't know what he was really like in a situation like this. He was not only voracious, he was both rough and unrelenting, two sexual qualities that Welkin responded to quite well most of the time, thankfully. Oh, she was all for the occasional hearts and flowers treatment too, but give her a good, old-fashioned pounding like Severus routinely dished out, and she was a very happy and contented woman.

Snape pulled her to him to kiss her roughly as a preamble to whatever he had planned for her. Welkin flung her arms around his neck, and pressed herself against him as closely as possible, molding her softness to his hardness. He raised his other hand and pointed. She heard another click and, out of the corner of her eye, saw movement from one of the other doors inside the room.

Turning her away from him so that she could see the surprise he had in store for her, he pressed her back against his body, and wrapped his left arm around her throat to hold her in place. Five shadowy figures came through the doorway which had swung open, admitted from the room where they had been waiting. It wasn't until they stepped forward into the center of the room into stronger light that Welkin gave a little gasp of recognition.

Standing before her were five thin, pale men. Or rather, standing before her were four grown men and a young boy, who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen. Welkin observed that all of them were naked, all of them were in various stages of sexual arousal, and all of them were smirking at her with familiarity, as if they knew her. Most unsettling of all, all of them were the spitting image of her Severus!

"Your gangbang fantasy, Miss Cooper," Snape whispered into her soft hair, brushing his lips against her. He raised his right hand again and grasped the neckline of her blouse, ripping it open to the waist, exposing her breasts to them, barely encased by the diaphanous fabric of her thin black spiderweb design bra.

Welkin's pulse began to race as she saw all of the Snapes watching her hungrily with glittering eyes, eager for him to speak the words for them to begin.

Severus had said that this was one fantasy he could never allow her, because he never wished to share her with another man. It looked like the clever bastard had found a way to provide it to her after all, by somehow duplicating himself.

"But, how?" she asked.

"You are not the only one who has access to the Hogwarts Library Restricted Section, Welkin," he whispered. "Six cocks for you, my pet, just as you have imagined. And you often say to me that you wish that you had known me when I was younger. I have also provided that opportunity for you. But enough talk... gentlemen... would you care to examine your slut for the evening?" he addressed the other Snapes.

Like a hoard of rampaging Mongols intent on pillaging her, they descended on her, their hands suddenly everywhere at once, wordlessly stroking and examining her body appreciatively as he held her in place to allow them only this limited access to her in the beginning.

"Do you not find Miss Cooper a bit...overdressed this evening?" he asked slyly.

They were taking their cues from him, obviously, as that was the signal for them to begin removing her clothing. Instead of using magic, they did it the Muggle way, ripping and shredding the various articles until her body was completely exposed to them, and her nipples rose to a stiff point in the cool air of the dungeons.

Her torn clothing littered the floor. They would have to remember to clear that later, she thought. Otherwise, some house-elves were going to be quite scandalized.

Two warm, wet mouths closed over her nipples, sucking and licking hungrily. Multiple long-fingered hands moved over her ass and thighs, alternately stroking and squeezing. Fingers teased at her slit, and then a tongue, tasting and probing. Welkin closed her eyes and moaned. So many hands and so much sensation at once. It made her ache.

"You see how much she enjoys her punishment for her insolence to me," Snape told them. "What a sweet little whore... see how eager she is for your many cocks to invade her. Taste how wet she is. Hear how prettily she moans for more of your attentions."

Welkin undulated against the tongue that was tickling her clit and felt first one finger, then two sink deep inside her. She could hear the squishy sounds of her wetness as one of the Snapes plunged his fingers into her pussy faster and faster. Someone's thumb teased between the cleft of her butt cheeks, spreading the clear, viscous wetness from between her legs to her nether entrance, before it sank inside her as well.

"Pleasepleaseplease," she moaned again.

"Please, indeed. Are you ready to be fucked like the slut that you are?" Snape asked bluntly. "Who do you want first? And where. This is the only time you will be able to choose. After this, what we choose to do to you, and where we choose to do it will be quite beyond your control. Do you understand, and agree? If you do not truly want this, you must say so now. Who do you wish to fuck you first?"

"You, Severus," she breathed. "I want you first. I don't care what you do after that."

"Where do you want me?" he asked, sounding pleased at her choice.

"In my pussy, please." She leaned her head back against his chest.

She felt herself lifted then by many strong arms and carried to one of the longer lab tables, which had been cleared of all potions paraphernalia in anticipation of her arrival this evening. They laid her down surprisingly gently, and her husband climbed atop her, still fully clothed. He unzipped himself and she reached to help him, but he pushed her questing hand away.

Welkin could see the others moving to encircle the table, fingering and stroking themselves, their eyes on her as Severus sank his cock inside her and began to fuck her, her legs rising to lock around his hips as he filled her over and over again.

A minute later, the youngest of the Snapes, unable to contain himself as well as the rest, groaned loudly as he came, spending himself with a force that sent his cum shooting across the side of her face, and dribbling down into her hair and onto the table. She turned her head in his direction to smile at him and wink, causing him to blush a bright red shade. He was just as shy as she had pictured him at that age, despite the Dark Mark branded on his left arm. Shy, like she had been, once upon a time.

Her hips rose off the table to meet Snape's thrusts. She knew Severus was close to the edge because of his labored breathing. Supporting himself above her by his arms on either side of her, denying her the closeness of his body, he gave several more shallow thrusts and plunged into her as deeply as possible, his eyes locking with hers. She felt his cock quiver and leap inside her as he spent himself, but oddly, not one sound came from him during his orgasm. Was he purposely restraining himself? Why?

Snape rolled away from her, and the cold air hit her again, cooling her flushed body slightly. She stretched and sighed, stroking herself between the legs and raising her hand to her lips to lick at the creamy essence of Severus he had left behind, which was now dribbling out of her slowly onto the table.

"Help her up and put her on her knees," Snape ordered. He hadn't bothered zipping himself again, and his cock dangled temptingly from the opening in his trousers, Welkin observed, as they did as he commanded.

"Since you cannot seem to keep your insolent little mouth shut when I am instructing you in my class, Miss Cooper, perhaps gagging you will suffice," he smirked. He smacked her on the lips with his flaccid cock. "Open your mouth! Be quick about it!"

Welkin obediently opened her mouth wide, and extended her tongue a little.

Snape nodded his head, and the other Snapes all encircled her again. A cock was immediately thrust into her mouth and she began to suck. She grasped two others in her hands and stroked them. The Snape who was immediately behind her bent down to reach around her and squeeze her breasts, milking at them as she felt his erection against the back of her neck, rubbing up and down. The young Snape, who had already regained his erection, stood behind the older one, who was now plowing his cock as far into her throat as he could go.

"What a pretty picture," the real Snape drawled. He waved his hand and at last evaporated his own clothing with an incantation, then fell to his own knees and reached between her legs to play with her pussy. "What a pretty little suck slut. So willing and wet. But do not be so selective with that filthy mouth of yours. Suck them all, Miss Cooper," he purred. "Mustn't play favorites. That would be so unfair. If you do it properly, I am sure you will be well rewarded with a generous helping of cream for you to swallow."

Welkin began to alternate, sucking and licking at each bobbing shaft of flesh within range before allowing each to slide as far down her throat as she could manage. What she could manage and what they demanded were two different things, however. They began to hold the back of her head, forcing themselves further down her throat until she gagged and gasped for air, spittle running down her chin.

Someone was twisting one of her nipples painfully, then he pressed the head of his cock against it. His foreskin swallowed up her nipple, clamping onto it like a hungry little mouth. He grasped her breast firmly underneath to support it and began to pump his cock against her nipple, making her breast jiggle and bounce each time he thrust at it.

It was like this that Welkin had her first orgasm, her bottom writhing, humping herself into the fingers that had invaded her pussy, moaning with pleasure around a stiff mouthful of cock.

The Snape fucking into her firm pillow of a breast pulled away, and she felt a little tug as his cock released her nipple and he ejaculated in several spurts, covering her tit with his jism. A hand reached out and rubbed it into her breast as if it were some soothing lotion, and the cock in her throat exploded, squirting a thick stream of the promised 'cream' down her throat.

As that cock was withdrawn, another massive swollen prick immediately took its place, stretching her lips wide with its girth. She felt her hips lifted from behind and she was propelled forward as, too impatient to wait his turn at her mouth, another stiff prick entered her now sopping wet pussy from the rear, its owner grunting with pleasure as he reamed her hard and fast, the sound of him slapping against her ass joining the gurgling issuing from her throat. Welkin pulled her head away, freeing her mouth of cock as she began to come again.

When her shrill cries of pleasure subsided and she opened her eyes, the cock she had temporarily abandoned was placed in her hand for her to masturbate. She stroked it firmly, licking her tongue up the length of the prominent vein on the underneath and then sucking at this Snape's ballsac until he halted her, stretching her mouth open with his fingers to indicate that he wished to finish in her mouth. She continued to stroke him, angled towards her open mouth until he rewarded her with a copious load of spunk, the largest thusfar, directly on her extended tongue. She grinned and closed her mouth, swishing it around before swallowing as if she were sampling the finest of caviar.

Her reaming from the rear was suddenly discontinued, even though that Snape had not yet come. Her labia were still twitching convulsively as she felt herself levitated and suspended in midair, facing the floor. A Snape levitated into place beneath her and impaled her pussy again. She felt someone lubricating her ass with her own juices, and then they spread her cheeks wide and pressed against the opening, thrusting themselves inside by degrees. A third Snape floated into place and grasped her hair, tugging her head up sharply so that she could see the erection approaching her. She opened her mouth and let herself be filled again.

"Feeling contrite yet, Miss Cooper," the silky voice below her asked, even though he knew she could not answer. He reached up to tweak the nipples on her swaying breasts. It was the real Snape who was standing beneath them, and now she understood why he was the only one who spoke. Not only was he in command, he wanted her to know which one was really him. That had to be it.

"Come for us again, my perverted little pet." Snape reached up his hand and stroked at her clit as the two long, thick cocks slid smoothly in and out of her pussy and ass. "Would you like yet another prick inside one of those hot little holes of yours? Which one shall it be? Which can stretch to contain two cocks at once? Arse or cunt? I do not believe that your whore's mouth could accomodate two such large organs, do you? Perhaps we should try all three, just to be sure. Would that be agreeable to you, little slut? Since you do not favor me with an answer, I must assume that it would," he smirked up at her.

His touch, and his filthy suggestions to her in his low voice sent Welkin over the edge yet again, and she began to spasm, just as the cock between her lips went off and filled her mouth with another savory load. She swallowed convulsively and let out a long pleading wail, pleading for them to stop, and not to stop at the same time.

Standing directly beneath them, Snape fastened his lips to the throbbing pearl between Welkin's legs and sucked at it. Her wails grew louder as her spasms continued unabated. The cock in her ass was pulled out and stroked to completion over her back, the warm cum splattering across her in splashes. The cock in her pussy exploded inside her, coaxed to completion by the contractions of her new orgasm, and the excitement of her loud cries and curses in the throes of it.

Without pause, as soon as that slick knob which had just given her so much pleasure was withdrawn from deep inside her, another cock stroked into her in its place and its owner began to pump frantically. When this one came quickly, it was with a gasping moan of his own, and Welkin knew it must be the young Snape, whose eagerness and lack of control had given him away. She opened her eyes to confirm it and locked gaze with him. To her surprise, he leaned in and kissed her firmly, instead of tentatively, as she might have expected, splaying the fingers of his hand over her breast and squeezing rhythmically as he did. He pulled away again, and there was such raw need in those eyes that Welkin was mesmerized. She leaned her head to the side slightly to avoid his nose, and pressed her lips gently to his in response.

As Snape withdrew his mouth from Welkin’s clit and looked up, he caught the moment between them and he stood beneath them frowning in dismay. They were not supposed to kiss her. None of them but him was supposed to have that privilege. He had been adamantly insistent about that with them. They were not to speak to her, and they were not to kiss her. His younger self had already broken the pact that had been agreed on, and Snape was highly agitated about it. Intellectually, he knew it meant nothing, yet the kiss was still quite disturbing to him.

He saw now that this was not going to work. He could not control them. He could not control himself. He should have realized it in the beginning, but he had been so caught up in wanting to give Welkin her most favored fantasy, and to prove to her that he could control his own jealousy of her, that he disregarded his own warning signs. He thought that he would be able to control his reactions to some extent, as long as Welkin’s interaction with the other Snapes was only sexual, and did not enter the realm of the emotions.

It wasn’t until Welkin returned the kiss that the familiar panic and fear of loss washed over his reason, sweeping it away from him completely.

No! No! She is mine! His mind shouted it to himself, but his throat was suddenly so dry that no sound issued from it when he tried to voice his protests to his upstart younger self.

She was his alone, and he could not - he would not - share her! Not even with himself! It made no sense. It was irrational even to him. Welkin had pledged herself to him alone, and he to her, and he would relinquish her to no one without a fight! She was the only good thing that he had. He could not relinquish her and be left alone again - alone with nothing but another bitter memory.

Welkin started and gave a squeal as she tumbled to the floor in the midst of a struggling pile of sweaty Snape flesh. Thankfully, they had not been floating that high, out of Severus’s recognition of her fear of heights.

“Are you okay?” she asked the younger Snape with concern, as they all scrambled to their feet in confusion. He looked as if he had the wind knocked out of him in the fall, and was rubbing his scrawny ribcage with the arm that held the Dark Mark.

He ignored her, staring past her, and when she looked up, she saw why. Severus was looking at him with such venom. Looking at his younger self with loathing, as if he had always been the enemy.

“Severus?” she said hesitantly. “What is…”

He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to him, pushing her behind him. He faced the other Snapes, who seemed to know what was about to occur. After all, they were all him, weren’t they? Why wouldn't they know what he was feeling, and what he intended to do about it?

“Expuli Expulsum!” Snape shouted at them, and Welkin poked her head around his back to watch, as her erstwhile gangbang crew of Severuses dissolved into thin air.

“Severus, what’s…”

Snape Disapparated as Welkin stood there in shock, trying to figure out what had gone wrong. What had she done? She didn’t understand, and she needed to. If he expected her to leave him alone to let him stew in whatever had upset him, he was sadly mistaken.

There were more than a few advantages to being Severus Snape’s wife, and this was one of them. Sometimes the rules didn’t apply to her. Welkin Disapparated too.

When she reappeared abruptly in their bedchamber, Severus was there, as she had suspected. He was sitting at his desk with his head bent and cradled in his hands. Welkin strode to his side and put her arms around him from behind, smelling strongly of sweat and sex.

“Severus? What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” she asked him.

He turned to her and buried his head against her as she held him.

“No. You did not, but I did. I have failed you. I broke my vow to you to try to control my jealousy. It has not even been a month and I could not contain myself. When I saw him kiss you, I was beside myself with jealousy,” he admitted. “I am ashamed of my lack of control. Please, forgive me.”

“Is that all,” Welkin said, heaving an overdone sigh of relief, largely for dramatic effect to show how insignificant his supposed offense was to her. She petted him lovingly. “You scared me. I thought maybe one of us had done something really awful.”

“You are not angry?”

“How could I be? It’s partly my fault for kissing him. But really, he…I mean you…just looked like you needed it badly. Just one little bit of tenderness. I didn’t think about it and how you might react. I’m sorry, Severus. I should have been more sensitive,” Welkin told him. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Nor I, you,” Snape said. To her distress, a tear was rolling down his cheek. “I do not deserve your love. You have often said it of Albus, that the man has issues… but I too have many issues I need to address. I do not know if I will ever be the whole man who you deserve.”

“Don’t be stupid. Nobody deserves my love. Everybody knows that I’m the greatest thing that’s happened to the Wizarding World since they invented chocolate frogs!” she informed him pseudo-smugly.

She hugged him and added a little more gently: “You’re as whole as you need to be, as far as I’m concerned. You don’t hear me complaining, do you? At least, not that often. I’m not perfect either, you know,” she added soothingly.

“No, you most assuredly are not!” he agreed a little too quickly. Her good humor appeared to be chasing away his dejection and self-doubt, and restoring his accustomed air of pompous self-assurance.

Welkin laughed. “You really didn’t stop to think about that for very long, did you?” she teased.

“I did not need to. Not when you state the obvious,” he goaded back gently.

“Sevvy, do you think you might have chosen me over Lily if I’d been a student at Hogwarts around that time?” Welkin asked him suddenly.

“I do not know,” he said honestly. He pulled her into his lap at last. She had been wondering when he would.

“I guess it doesn’t really matter. But, Sevvy?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Where exactly did you find that spell in the Restricted Section?” she asked him innocently. It might be really interesting to see how Severus reacted to five other Welkins.
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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)

Detention Times Five