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Pleasure War	By : shsa0702 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 16842 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. As much as I wish I did, JK Rowling (that wonderful genius) came up with it first. I make no monies of any sort.

Chapter List
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I finally caught a break between school and work to finish this fic up. I thought I would end it short and sweetly, although I was surprised to learn that this was my shortest chapter of the entire story.

Anyways, I want to thank all of my supporters and followers on this story, and especially those who have left me reviews. They really helped with the writing!

On with the story!

Bursting into their living quarters, Hermione was filled with an uncontrollable amount of need. She quickly strode to their bedroom, stripping off her outerwear and robes, leaving them lay upon the floor along the way.

She ripped open her dresser drawers, digging around for what she knew lay beneath her undergarments. Pulling out the phallus shaped toy, she whipped out her wand and whispered with a hurried need 'Severus Snape'.

Discarding the rest of her clothing, she hurried towards the bed. She lay down upon the sheets just as she heard the heavy door to the entrance of their chambers open. Desperately unfocused, it didn't matter to her if it was the Minister of Magic himself who had entered her household; she felt as if she would explode if her need was left unsatisfied.

Laying back against the cool sheets and feather down pillows, Hermione was nearly shaking with need as she thrust the now Severus-shaped phallus up into her slick opening. She groaned in sweet satisfaction, vaguely registering the fact that she heard a deep groan reverberate from what sounded like her living room.

She shut her eyes tight, imagining her husband in all of his naked glory pleasuring himself as she began. She started off with a few slow thrusts, and then quickly realized that her need was much greater. Frantically, she began pumping the toy in and out of her tight opening, so wet with need that it slid easily in and out.

Foggily, she thought she heard a growl emanate from somewhere down the hall. Again, she barely recognized the fact that someone had followed her into her chambers until the heavy door to her bedroom banged against the wall as it was slammed open.

Her eyes flew open as she was met with the sight of her husband, sporting a now quite obvious erection in the form of a tent in his robes, standing in the doorway to their bedroom. His face was contorted into a look of rage; that is until his gaze fell upon the sight of his wife, spread eagle upon their bed.

Her honey-colored locks were fanned out around her face; head tiled back into the pillows in pleasure. There was a slight flush to her entire body, with her cheeks tinged a deep pink with obvious need and frustration. She was positively radiant in her naked glory, skin smooth and glowing as she moaned. And there, at the apex of her thighs, glistening with her moisture was unmistakably something that resembled himself.

He grinned maliciously as he whipped out his wand. Wordlessly, he waved his wand in an intricate pattern as deep blue silk ribbons sprang forth and wound themselves around the wrists and ankles of his wife, ceasing all activity as they bound her limbs to the corners of their bed.

Hermione groaned, struggling against the bonds.

"Severus Tobias Snape! Unhand me this instant!"

He sauntered over to her, stepping lazily over the discarded articles of clothing she had shed not minutes before.

"My dear, I don't believe I've even laid a finger upon you yet. However, this item here seems to claim otherwise. What have we here, my little wife?"

He reached down towards the bed and plucked the toy from her, grinning as she moaned while he pulled it from her slick entrance.

He gazed at it, mildly interested. He cocked an eyebrow, clearly making the connection as he recognized what appeared to be the replica of himself in his hand. He ran one finger along the phallus and shuddered as the feeling resonated further south.

"So this is how you've been pulling it off. My my, you've been such a naughty witch."

Normally, she would have shown embarrassment at being found out, or perhaps even penitence as he discovered the root of his grief, but the only emotion that was clearly displayed on her face was that of extreme frustration with a borderline of irritation.

"Well if I'm being so naughty," she huffed, "Why don't you put it back and let me continue?"

"I think not," he sneered, "In fact, I think this battle is still in progress. Remember, we've a war going on…"

Waving it in front of her face and making her go nearly cross-eyed, he grinned viciously.

"If you really are as good as you claim in battle, I think it's about high time that I get to enjoy myself while you work your…magic."

He moved it closer to her mouth, nearly pressing it to her lips.

"Suck."

Stubbornly, she glared back up at him.

"If you think that I'm going to-"

"Suck, and I'll give you what you desire."

Not skipping a beat, she took the phallus as deep into her mouth as she could.

Groaning, he held tight onto the base with one hand as he undid his dress robes with the other. Unzipping his pants, he roughly drew them down, releasing his now straining cock.

"That's it witch…"

As she continued to bob her head up and down, he knelt on the bed next to her, allowing his free hand to travel southward. He moaned as he felt how wet she was, sliding one finger into her easily and feeling her vocal response vibrate around his member.

He began to thrust into her at roughly the same speed, amazed at the sensations he was experiencing as his cock bobbed freely in the air.

She began to increase her pace, desperate for him to do the same. Curious, he pulled his fingers back. She groaned in frustration.

"Patience my dear, I would like to try something."

Leaving the toy propped between her lips, he stood and began to disrobe. Her eyes followed his hands hungrily, trailing them as he discarded each piece of clothing. Once he was fully naked, he moved stealthily, climbing on top of her and nudging her legs further apart with his.

However, she needed no prompting. She struggled to position herself below him, nearly whining as the tip of his cock met her entrance.

Eyes glitteringly dangerous, he reached up and pulled the toy from her mouth.

"First, we'll try this."

He thrust upwards into her, struggling not to lose control as he felt her contract around him.

"Then, we'll do this."

He put the toy to her lips once more, prompting her to continue her oral ministrations. She did so eagerly, and he began to thrust lightly.

The feeling was indescribable. It felt like he was being pulled in each time he pulled out, and every time he thrust inward it felt like her inner walls were squeezing him back in.

He struggled not to pant like some overly-eager teenage wizard, restraining himself and wanting it to last. However, the sensations proved to be too much for him.

"You're going to make me come like this witch."

She increased her efforts, clearly eager for the predicted outcome to result. In turn, he picked up the pace; thrusting in and out with a frenzied need. He reached between them and began to stroke her clit, feeling how desperate she was against him.

She groaned, nearing the edge as they moved in tandem. The combined feeling, along with the vibrations that her moans sent along the base of him, finally pushed him over the edge. He came with a strangled moan, feeling his cock twitch against two different sensations.

He tilted his head back, growling as he milked his pleasure. He felt her walls flutter around him and her body arch beneath his as she too came with a moan, so desperate and full of need that he was surprised she did not cry out. However, her mouth was still preoccupied.

Finally, as the two of them came down from their high he was amazed to observe as the toy shrank down to resemble a normal, standard sex toy. He pulled it out of her mouth with a slight pop, grinning in satisfaction. She slumped backwards into the bed, clearly spent.

He rolled off to one side and softly uttered a spell that undid the silk bindings, freeing her to mold her body around his.

They lay together, not speaking for quite some time. Finally, as he was nearly drifting off to sleep he felt her head raise slightly.

"Severus?"

"Yes?" He murmured lazily.

"Does this mean we both lose the pleasure war?"

He grinned, letting his eyes drift close in content. He was silent for a moment before finally mumbling, "No my dear, I think this means that we both have won…"
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