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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 6: An Enlightening Experience

Bridget made no response other than to moan softly and to thrust against his hand. He slid his fingers in and out of her a few times, and then moved upwards to stroke firmly against her clitoris as he moved his head to the side to take in her other nipple.
She responded with a soft, incoherent murmur and he heard her hands drop down from the headboard and clutch at the soft fabric of the sheet on either side of his head. He increased the pressure with his mouth until she gasped and tried to move back. He allowed her to come out of his mouth and then reached up with his other hand and rubbed his thumb across it, easing the pain. And then he flicked his tongue quickly and vigorously across the firm, tender flesh.
She groaned in pleasure and he drew his head back to regard her more closely as he raised both hands up to trail along the sides of her naked body. She really was quite pretty, and her pale white flesh was dotted here and there with light freckles that had been too small to see previously. And there was a delicious blush tingeing her complexion now, giving her a positive glow that matched nicely with that wonderful shade of red hair she had.
She was tall and long-limbed, but there was a softness and roundness about her hips and buttocks that contrasted well with the firmness of the muscles of her legs and arms. He drew his hands up and caressed her breasts, enjoying the firmness of the pretty mounds of flesh topped by nipples that were a delightfully bright shade of pink. His hands and his eyes trailed downwards again, and he confirmed with his eyes that she was so wet her thatch of red-gold pubic hair appeared dark in color.
He felt her move down slightly and saw that she was shyly moving her head towards his. He opened his mouth and kissed her for the first time, bringing his hands up again to hold her firmly against him for a moment as he deepened the kiss and began to thrust his tongue into her. He felt a slight hesitation, but then she recovered and accepted it into her mouth, finally beginning to suck on it as he wished her to do.
He dropped his hands back down and his fingers gripped tightly around her nipples as he continued to kiss her. In response, he heard her gasp and shudder and pull away from him slightly.
"I thought you were not a virgin, Miss O’Brien?" he murmured, pulling her back towards him.
"I’m not!" she protested, before his mouth closed around hers again. This time she flicked her own tongue lightly against his. "I just haven’t-my other times-" she began.
Then she felt his fingers thrusting up between her legs again and any hope of coherent speech was lost again as she dissolved into soft moans and groans.
"I see," he murmured. "You’ve been with boys, not men, eh?"
"Mmm," she replied, her own hands moving over his body know. She pulled back in surprise for a moment as she realized that he was still wearing his shirt, although it was pulled back from his chest with most of it crumpled up underneath him.
He continued the motion of his fingers of one hand in between her legs as the other one played along the small of her back. Then he removed his hand and nudged her down so that her wet pussy brushed against his hard, throbbing prick.
She thrust downward with her hips and rubbed against it for a moment, her strokes quickly becoming more rapid and forceful.
"Oh, please," she murmured.
He brought his legs closer together and moved his hips upwards against hers as he caressed the soft skin of her back and shoulders.
"Please what?" he asked, softly.
"Please, do it," she whispered.
"Do what?" he asked, raising his hands back to her head and forcing her face back to his to kiss her again.
"Put…..put it in me," she begged, shuddering again as his tongue reached out and flicked at her lips.
He laughed softly. "I’m quite ready, Miss O’Brien," he said moving up against her again. "You can take me in anytime you want." His hands moved back down and stroked firmly against her buttocks.
She stared down into his eyes and felt a blush coming across her cheeks. "But-"
He laughed again and threw his head back slightly. "You really haven’t had much fun, have you?" Her blush deepened as he shook his head and sighed. "Sit up and straddle me first," he directed.
She swallowed and pushed herself up to her knees. She stared down at him and slowly moved her arms across his chest and down his abdomen. She hesitated again, and this time he placed his own hand over hers and urged it over to his large, hard cock. She slowly began to move her hand up and down over the smooth, warm skin, still slick from the massage oil he had rubbed on it earlier. She hesitated and brought her hand up to the tip, pulling the foreskin down this time as she moved her hand downward and gently rubbing against the taut skin underneath. She stole a look at him and saw that he had thrown his head back even more and his smile had broadened.
He looked back up at her and nodded his approval. "Now rise up a little," he murmured.
She did as he ordered, and moved herself so that she was just above him. She slowly inched forward and began to rub his hot, hardened end against her wet, slick folds.
"Yes, yes," he gasped, and she felt his hips surge forward a bit.
She took in another deep breath and slowly began to lower herself unto him. He helped her by probing up against her in a gentle circling motion until she relaxed enough to begin to take him in. After a few seconds, she managed to fit the tip in and then found that by spreading her legs wide and sinking down, the rest of him slid in quite easily, even though he filled her snugly. She let out her breath and hesitated again, trying to get used to the sensation. He brought his hands up to her hips and urged her to allow her legs to sink down tight against him.
She made a tentative motion upward, and then sank down again, amazed at the difference in sensation from the other times she had had a man inside of her. She felt his hands upon her hips again, urging her to move slowly and she rocked back and forth, this time feeling a delightful tug upon her clitoris as she moved back and forth.
He raised one hand up to her breasts and she slowly moved her legs slightly forward, again marveling at the sensation. And then she leaned down so that she could kiss him while he caressed her breasts again. Then she raised herself up and began to move again, alternating her back and forth movements with slight circling motions. She was amazed at how differently it felt making the slightest changes to her movements or the angle at which she was pushing down on him. He added to the sensation by occasionally rising up and meeting her and she found herself grabbing unto his outstretched hands and allowing him to support her upper body while her lower torso squirmed excitedly around his thick cock. After a few minutes, she found she could also add squeezing motions as her vaginal muscles tightened and relaxed, and his loud grunt of pleasure left her no doubt that he was finding this exceedingly enjoyable. As the movements of her hips speeded up he released his grip on her hands and she fell forward as he moved to put his hands around her waist. She tightened and pushed against him frantically for a moment and then shuddered and cried out, unable to control the rapid contractions of her vagina as she felt her orgasm surge and break over her.
She collapsed against him and it took her a while for her heavy, ragged panting to subside. She moved slightly and felt him, still hard, slip out of her again.
"I’m sorry," she whispered.
He laughed. "Well, we’re not done yet, are we?" he whispered back.
She raised her head and kissed him again, having recovered just enough from her orgasm to wonder how in the world she was ever going to face him in class again. And then his hand went back between her legs and she surrendered herself to the pleasure she was feeling.
With difficulty, she broke off the embrace and rose up on her knees again. She glanced behind her and saw that his cock was, indeed, still stiff and throbbing. And coated, not with the oil now, but with her own wetness. She stared down at it for a moment and then she suddenly moved off of him and repositioned herself between his legs. She reached out to circle him with her own hand and pumped up and down a few times before she glanced back at his face. His head was thrown back again and his long, wet tongue was slowly moistening his lips.
She took in another breath and lowered her head down, not quite sure what she was supposed to do. She slowly took the end into her mouth, and the next thing she knew he was thrusting up into her.
"Suck. Hard!" he ordered.
She had backed away slightly, not ready for his sudden movement. But she began again, sucking long and hard on the end with her mouth as her hand moved up and down the shaft again.
"Yes, yes, harder," he urged.
She began to suck harder and make swallowing motions and found that soon she could alternate the movement of her hand with up and down motions of her head as she took him farther into her mouth and throat. The pre-come began to trickle out again, and she sometimes raised her head and licked at the opening or firmly tongued against his foreskin when she felt it. Apparently her instincts were right, because he shouted no more directions at her, merely grunted and growled in pleasure as she continued to move her mouth and fingers over and around him. She continued sucking him for several minutes, finally having to raise her head and take in a deep breath before she could continue.
"All right!" he shouted, and she felt his knees suddenly bend upward and she drew back, afraid that she had somehow hurt him.
The next thing she knew he had risen from the bed and was standing at the side, impatiently reaching down and grabbing at her legs. She finally understood what he wanted and allowed him to pull her near the edge of the bed. This time, he spread her legs wide and entered her with one savage, quick thrust, and she was still recovering from the shock of that abrupt penetration when she felt him raise her legs up to rest against his chest. He circled his hands tightly around her legs and began to thrust rapidly into her and her feet arched and curled as she responded to the exquisitely hard and wild pace of his strokes. She raised her own arms above her head and arched her back upwards as she tried again to squeeze her muscles around him.
Somehow in the next few minutes he managed, without changing his rhythm, to climb unto the mattress and force her backwards, closer to the middle of the bed. He released his hold on her legs and stretched out across her, supporting himself on his arms as his thrusting became even harder and faster. She shrieked with pleasure and circled her legs around him, holding on to him as tightly as she could as her fingers reached out to clench and claw at his back. Then she felt him stiffen and thrust against her, feeling every movement of his cock as he shuddered and quivered within her. And as the thick, warm streams of semen were released, she found her own back arching up and she cried out again as her orgasm unexpectedly hit.
Afterwards, time seemed to stand still, and it took her several minutes to come to the realization that she was still holding him tightly and that he had collapsed, panting and exhausted on top of her. She took in a deep breath and slowly moved her hand up and down his back, and he suddenly raised his head and looked down at her. He grunted and went to move off of her.
"No," she protested weakly. She reflected that technically they had ended up in a missionary position. But she certainly enjoyed this much more than her previous two attempts.
He laughed shortly and she heard him rummaging about on the floor for something. She raised her head to see what he was doing and saw that he was retrieving his wand from out of the pocket of his trousers. He approached the bed and pointed it at her abdomen and she was too horrified to move away.
"Integus contraceptus," he murmured, and she let out her breath in a sigh of relief.
"Don’t tell me you haven’t learned that spell yet?" he asked, tossing his wand back onto the bedside table and looking down at her with one eyebrow raised.
She barely restrained herself from letting out a nervous giggle, and instead contented herself with selfconcious shrug. Of course she knew that spell. But, she had always been the one to perform it. Nice to think that he was responsible enough to think of it himself. Although, she mused, she was sure he had no desire to have to explain to Professor Dumbledore why a student had given birth to a black-haired, black-eyed, ill-tempered little bastard.
He helped her move back to the center of the bed and then she felt him raise the warm covers up around her neck. He lay down beside her and she snuggled against his chest. The next thing she knew her eyes were closing and the last thought she had as she drifted off to sleep was to wonder why he had never gotten around to taking off his shirt.
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When she opened her eyes, she was alone. It took her a few seconds to remember where she was, and by the time she sat up she had discerned the sound of water running in the next room. She pulled the bedcovers around her and wondered what she should do. She glanced down at the foot of the bed and saw that her clothes, with her hairpins piled neatly on top of them, were sitting there in a neat stack. The sound of running water stopped, and within a minute or two, Snape had entered the bedroom from a door on the far side of the room, fully dressed. He obviously must have used drying, if not clothing spells, to accomplish the quick change.
He stopped at the side of the bed and barely glanced at her before he spoke. "You should probably take a shower before you get dressed." He turned away and jerked his head in the direction of the door he had come through. "There are plenty of towels. Don’t take too long."
He strode past the bed and went on through a doorway on the other side of the room.
Bridget felt tears begin to sting her eyes, but managed to get herself into the bathroom and into the shower before she allowed them to fall. As she vigorously scrubbed away all the traces that he had ever touched her, she continued to cry. But, by the time she turned off the water, she also scrubbed away the tears and forced her features into a semblance of normality.
She used the towels to dry off her body and, finding that her wand was in the pocket of her robe, used a drying spell on her hair. She had finished dressing and was in the process of pinning her hair up when she heard him come back into the room. He crossed his arms and stood behind her and watched, silently and impassively, as she finished the task.
She dared to glance up to meet his eyes in the mirror. "Do you really hate this hairstyle on me?" she asked.
He shrugged.
"I’ll wear it down if you like," she offered.
A scowl appeared on his face. "Miss O’Brien," he began, "Please do not misconstrue anything that happened here this evening."
Her fingers suddenly stopped moving and she found herself staring at him and holding her breath.
"We had sex," he continued. For a moment, the scowl was replaced with the slightest of smiles. "And we both enjoyed it. Very much," he added, raising his eyebrows. "But our relationship is still that of a Professor and his student, do you understand?"
She nodded blankly.
He sighed. "I expect you to treat me civilly and with respect from now on," he stated, his voice low and dispassionate. "And what happened here tonight will not be repeated."
She brought her arms down and folded them across her chest. "Even if I get another detention?" she asked.
"Oh, well," he replied, smiling. "Now why would you want that? Because I am sure you realize I have every intention of still deducting thirty points from Ravenclaw despite the pleasure you afforded me this evening."
She felt a sudden warmth flush across her face and she dropped her eyes away from his gaze.
He stepped closer to her. "And I am sure you have no wish to antagonize your fellow classmates by costing them even more points than you already have?"
She kept her eyes cast downward.
She felt him raise up his hand to tuck a small stray hair behind her ear. "However," he began.
She turned now to look at him directly.
"If you do treat me properly in the classroom from now on," he began, wrinkling his forehead as if giving the matter a great deal of deliberation. "I will let you visit me in my office on the evening before graduation."
He brought his hand up to caress her cheek for just a moment. "And I’ll give you a little ‘going away fuck’ if you like."
"Without all the ‘little’ preliminaries?" she questioned, raising her own eyebrows.
"Oh, of course," he assured her gravely. He turned away and walked towards the door. "Now, let’s go."
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