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After Party	By : pittwitch Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 19051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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And Oh What a Presence He Makes

Natalie groaned melting into Severus’ powerful embrace as he willing obliged the witch’s request, slaking his unacknowledged lust and long held frustrations on her compliant, soft body. His hands clamped on to her backside, pulling her harshly into him; his mouth suctioned the very air from her lungs. She raised both hands to cling to his neck, fingers knotting into his lank hair. As she moved her hands higher, she felt the dried blood and large lump on the back of his head, courtesy of her brother. She groaned softly, sorrowing at his pain. Severus took her sounds as pleasurable and promptly bit her lip, forcing her to part them for his tongue. His long, smooth, wet muscle slithered into her mouth, sliding over her tongue so the tip of his could reach the very roof of her mouth.

This, this Severus was the one she wanted, not the one on his knees at her feet unaware, but the one standing proud, strong, commanding, every inch of his body screaming with passion and purpose. She wanted his entire presence, not some half aware, willing to follow her anywhere zombie. Her inner voice shrieked in her subconscious:

“This one is your match. He’ll complete you. Take him, take him hard, and face down your Father, together, you two are unstoppable. Together you could control of the family. Together you could rule the world. He’s yours, yours. Do it, just give in to the power. Let the magic take control. Everything will be so much easier …”

A quieter voice whispered from deep within her heart:

“You’d have to kill your father to take his place … murder. Murder Nicholas as well, possibly Nathan and Noah. Are you a murderer? Plus, think about this, how many would have to die to free your wizard from his world? Murder, mayhem, mania. You can’t walk both sides, woman. You cannot walk both sides. Do that and you will be the Black Queen, building your home in the evil abyss.”

Natalie forced her mind to shut down, relinquishing all control of her body, and its instinctive responses to Snape’s skilled hands and tongue now laving the soft nips he left along the length of her neck, across her shoulder, down her chest, over her breast, nipples hardened, moving lower, ever lower, ever more electric, claiming, staking his territory with no room for doubt.

Her knees buckled. Severus caught her swiftly, lifting her and then dropping her unceremoniously onto the waiting bed before he clambered on top her, kneeing her thighs wider apart. He paused to stare down at the flushed face of the witch whose short sun streaked hair fanned out behind her like a red-gold halo. His fingers combed through her locks in fascination. He watched as the strands flowed through his fingers like water over a fallen tree’s branches.

Natalie studied his face, the intent set of his features, the hard thin line of his lips, the aquiline profile of his nose, his hair, heavy with dried sweat from his exertions with his other Master. Overwhelmed with a sudden onset of all-consuming lust, pure, unadulterated lust, she rammed her pelvis up into him, hard, re-focusing his attention where she wanted it; creaming as she abused her own clitoris against his hardness, bringing him back to the present.

“My impatient little witch.” Snape hissed, slightly in pain from Natalie’s brutal treatment of his swollen member but more from delight at her response.

“Patience is not my virtue, Severus.”

“Good.” He snapped as he slammed his pole home, hard, lifting her further off the bed with her keening cry sounding like music in his ears, its high pitch signaling a mixture of both pleasure and pain as he nailed himself against her cervix with near brutality.

“Not one of my strong suits either.” He groaned, rotating his hips to create friction against his swollen sacs. Natalie moaned loudly in pure ecstasy as the mushroomed head of his mighty cock ground against her walls, his balls pressing against her backside now tilted to allow Snape to plunge, piston, pummel into her waiting, wet, warm cavern.

He couldn’t take his own eyes off the vision of his own member disappearing and reappearing between her tight pink labia, the sucking sounds, the slick moisture of her lubrication coating his entire, well-endowed shaft, and leaking down onto his balls, all leading him into orgasmic sensory overload. He panted from pleasure and sheer over-exertion. His eyes began to roll back in their sockets. With gargantuan effort, he regained control to observe his witch’s face. Natalie closed her eyes to concentrate solely on the strength of his commanding motions. She willed her walls to clamp down harder, tightening around his enviable girth even more, panting his name as he struck chord after ecstatic chord deep inside her with his organ pounding as the maestro at playing her pleasure.

“Faster, Severus, faster, deeper, harder.” Natalie begged. Severus paused, to hitch her legs over his sinewy forearms, spreading her even more wide, pinning her arms to the bed with his hands over her elbows as he slammed his full length home. Her fingers clenched and unclenched helplessly scrabbling against the coverlet; their weight held even that taut against the mattress. She was locked down, nothing more than a receptacle for his zeal, allowing his possession of her body to take her beyond the barrier she so carefully erected. Her muscles clamped down even tighter, and he could barely withdraw his cock or move as she gripped him with her deceptively strong thighs against his arms. Glancing down, he watched in fascination as the muscles in her groin rippled in waves of orgasm, and the rush of her hot fluid washed him along with her tide to his own climax, Natalie’s body wringing it from him involuntarily.

“Great Merlin, witch, why did we not do this more often?” He shouted at her as he spasmed, shooting his load deep into her.

He collapsed on top of her, his fingers relaxing on her arms, but pinning her down with her knees near her ears. Natalie could only shake her head. He drove all speech from her momentarily.

Exhausted from his presence commanded at the Dark Lord‘s side, Snape’s present to Natalie wore him down further. He began to drift off to sleep, feeling quite comfortable on top of Natalie. Her eyes flickered open at his first obnoxious snore, and she waggled her fingers at the direction of the night stand where her wand ended up. It flew to her hand. Not yet you don’t.

“Engorgio.” She whispered, aiming her slim wand at his not so thick one.

“Bloody hell, woman.” Snape cursed, waking fully and rolling off to the side. “Never thought to use that spell that way.” He muttered, slightly offended.

“Did you not ask to do this more often?” Natalie asked coyly as she moved to straddle his pole.

“Indeed I did.”

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“Vere ees Natalie?” Ana cornered Noah between the cake table and the bar.

“Uh, she was feeling a bit tired. Uh, um, you know she’s not one hundred percent yet.” Noah stuttered to find an acceptable excuse for his sister’s conspicuous absence; after all, his present was the reason for her non-presence at the reception.

Nolan sauntered over to find out why the diminutive dynamo had his brother cornered.

“I don’ beleef you.” Ana scowled angrily at the twin.

“Really, I’m sure she’s just lying down for a while.” Nolan interrupted. He and Noah exchanged knowing smirks over her much shorter head, their twin eyes sharing the same thought; At least we can hope she’s lying down.

Ana narrowed her eyes at the twins, supremely suspicious. “She ees all right, no?”

“She’ll be more than all right, Ana, trust us.” Noah grinned.

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Natalie scrambled around her room looking for Severus' cloak, angrily berating Noah as she did. The wizard lay sprawled across her bed once more, absolutely spent, satiated, snoring loudly. She stopped her hunt momentarily to smile down at him. He snorted, stopped breathing for a moment, and then suddenly rolled over, pale white arms and legs akimbo. Natalie’s smile widened as he resumed his cacophonous breathing.

Finally, finding all of his clothes, and his wand, she folded them lovingly, laying them on the edge of the bed. She laid the small pale blue parchment note on top.

S.

I have to go back to the reception. You can either wait here for later, or if you must return before I can, I understand. I understand more than you can ever know. Do what you must. I leave for the states in two weeks to prepare for my own “wedding.” You’ll never know how grateful I am for the gift of true passion which you bestowed on me. Your memories shall carry me through the motions of a loveless marriage. Thank you seems so inadequate, but I do thank you, again.

N.

She laid her hand on his back, removing the amethyst amulet with the other. She shuddered uncontrollably at the sudden onslaught of sensations. Fighting off her own reaction, she leaned down to press her lips against the lump on his head.

“Heal what is mine.” She whispered once more, tear drops collecting on her lashes.

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