Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 85 ~ In the Heat of the Moment, Things Change

Severus turned Hermione, leaned her against the glass door of the shower, wrapped his fist in her hair and continued fucking her, pressing his lips against her ear and silkily going through his list of offenses and getting his apologies for each one in the form of shrieks until he was satisfied.

Finally the Potions Master pulled out of his sloe-eyed wife and turned her around to face him, placing both hands on either side of her head as she panted, looking up at him with glistening eyes as the water washed over them, mostly over Severus. His cock poked her in the belly as he stood over her.

The wizard stared down at the witch imperiously, then lowered his head and kissed her gently, pulling on her lower lip before slipping his tongue into her mouth and tasting her heat, his lips moving hungrily against hers. After several moments, Severus pulled away, his dark eyes smoldering.

“You give me love. You give me pleasure. You give me sons.” he said softly, “What have I ever done to deserve you, Hermione? Tell me.”

The witch looked up at him, her eyes shining. She looked so lovely, the Potions Master felt it hard to breathe.

“You opened up to me, Severus. That was all you ever needed to do,” she whispered as her husband caressed her cheek, staring at her mouth as she spoke.

“Was that all I needed to do?” he asked her, the back of his hand sliding down her throat.

Hermione nodded.

“Yes. Love doesn’t differentiate between the deserving and undeserving, Severus. Love will give itself to all those who will accept it.”

Then she smiled up at him, entwining her arms around his neck.

“Even snarky Potions Masters with secret dreams of saving the world,” she added, turning them both into the spray and drawing him down into a wet but loving kiss.

Severus withstood her sweetness as long as he could. Suddenly he yanked her against him and threw the shower door open, backing her out into the bathroom without releasing her and heading toward the door to the bedroom, both of them dripping wet and leaving a trail of water behind them on the stone floor.

“Severus, what are you doing?” Hermione asked him as she shuffled backwards, her body pressed tight against his.

“Taking you to bed. We have some catching up to do, witch,” he breathed at her, guiding her toward the four-poster.

“But we’re soaked,” she said as she felt the bed hit the back of her legs.

“We always end up soaked anyway, wife,” the Potions Master replied, taking her down to the mattress and landing on her heavily. Hermione sighed at the welcome weight of his body on top of hers. It had been so long since they’d lain face to face.

“We’ve got a head start on it this time,” he purred.

Severus lowered his head and kissed Hermione as he slid his slick, wet hips between her thighs, pressing his length against her heat and moving sensuously, coating his cock in her juices.

“I’ve missed this,” he growled against her mouth.

“No more than I have, Severus,” Hermione gasped up at him, her back arching as he moved against her, his cock rubbing over her clit, sending shocks throughout her body.

“Fuck me,” she hissed, licking and sucking at his throat, moving her body beneath his wantonly, her hands sliding over his lean, muscled buttocks and pulling him tighter against her. Severus ground into her harder, staring at her face, loving the desire he saw in her eyes as she gasped under him. Gods, it felt so good to be on top of her again. Then he thought about something.

“Do I need to cast a contraceptive charm?” he asked her as he rolled his cock against her writhing body. He hoped not. That would mean he had to get up and retrieve his wand.

“No. I’ve been wearing a patch since a week after I had the boys, Severus. You made me wait so long,” she hissed. “Now fuck me damn it. I need you inside me.”

“You need me now?” he teased her.

“Yes,” Hermione groaned, pressing her pelvis against him.

“Right now?” Severus asked her, wriggling his cock and making her gasp.

“You’re a bastard,” she hissed at him in frustration

“You knew that before you married me,” he replied, kissing her forehead lightly.

Hermione actually snapped at him. He jerked his head back just in time. She would have caught his chin.

He scowled down at her.

‘Biting Hermione? Now that’s new. Don’t tell me your little stint as a bitch last year had some lasting effects…”

Suddenly Hermione bucked up and to the side powerfully, half rolling Severus off of her. She tried to get on top of him. They began to tussle on the bed, the Potions Master only operating at half strength, enjoying his wife fighting him. He decided to let her win and after a weak attempt at holding her off, let her roll him to his back, straddling him and holding his wrists pinned to the bed. His black eyes glittered up at her. Hermione was panting, her full breasts rising and falling enticingly as she looked down at him, her hair wild and hanging in wet ringlets around her face, and her eyes narrowed.

“Well, you have me now,” he said, smirking up at her. “But what will you do with me?”

“What the fuck do you think?” Hermione replied, still angry. “Now stay still, Severus.”

“I doubt that will be possible, wife,” he said as Hermione released his wrists and grasped his cock, holding it erect and without hesitation, sliding over it, letting out a cry of pleasure as her husband filled her with his length and girth.

Severus hissed as his cock was enveloped in her wet, tight warmth. Having the babies had not loosened her at all. She was just as snug and delicious as ever. He groaned as her sleeve pulsed around him, his hands moving to her waist.

“Oh gods you feel so good, Severus,” Hermione gasped down at him, her voice quavering.

“I’ll feel better if you move,” he hissed at her, pushing up on her waist.

Hermione slid up, trembling from pleasure as his cock caressed her, then slammed herself back down on him, crying out as his thick head hit bottom. Severus’ face contorted…watching her was arousing him so much he felt a powerful urge to come. The Potions Master grabbed Hermione and held her immobile on his cock, not letting the witch move. She wriggled in frustration.

“Severus…let me…let me go,” Hermione begged, her eyes wild with need.

“You’re too beautiful. If I let you go, this act will be over quite quickly wife. I have to calm down first,” he said…”in fact…”

Suddenly Severus rolled over with the witch, pressing his loins tight against her so he didn’t slip out as they flipped. He was now on top of her, his cock immersed in her body.

“Exciting as that was Hermione, in that position you can’t possibly get what I know you need,” he breathed. “Give me a moment, witch, and I’ll take you back down memory lane. Pre-twins.”

Hermione lay beneath him, writhing and wrapped around his hardness, very ready for some time travel ala Severus.

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Remus entered the dining room, the bowl of chilled strawberries in one hand, warm chocolate sauce in the other. Isadora was seated at the table, waiting for him.

“Your dessert,” he said setting the fruit and chocolate in front of her and standing at attention. Isadora scowled at him, and he pulled out his chair and sat down.

“You want me to feed this to you too?” he asked her.

The witch nodded.

Remus looked at the strawberries. They were ripe, plump and red…also very phallic. He drew a deep breath, knowing that watching the witch consume the dipped fruit from his fingers would take him to an even higher level of arousal.

His gentle eyes washed over her. Isadora wanted him, despite knowing that he would be a less than genteel lover. This beautiful, luscious, alluring witch wanted to be intimate with him. He would love to accommodate her…but he was still unsure. He had such negative memories of other witches who he drove away with his passion, women he had caused pain he never intended to cause. On top of that, she was Severus Snape’s mother.

Severus had set the conditions of creating his cure in the hope that Remus wouldn’t end up fucking his mother. He hadn’t counted on Isadora wanting to be fucked by the werewolf. The Potions Master wouldn’t take it well if he found out. Remus looked at the witch again. Hell, he didn’t even know if Isadora wanted a relationship. She could just want a night with him. If that were the case, the situation was simplified. Gods knew he wanted to take her. But he was torn. If they did become intimate and she found she couldn’t handle him, she would be yet another witch his malady had driven away. Each time that happened, it wounded his soul a little more. He had become resigned to being witchless, but Isadora blew his resolve out of the water.

Remus picked up a strawberry and swirled it in the chocolate sauce, Isadora’s eyes watching his fingers clasp the fruit, then looking up at him and pursing her sensuous lips. Her mouth was so soft, so warm…so damn accepting. What would her body be like? Those long, smooth legs wrapped around his waist, that silky voice crying out his name?

Remus’ cock throbbed powerfully and it was all he could do to keep from showing any reaction. He brought the strawberry to the witch’s lips, aware of how much it resembled the fluted head of an erect cock. He bit his lip as she bit down on it, a bit of chocolate covering her upper lip as she chewed, then let the tip of her tongue sensuously collect the spare chocolate and draw it into her lovely mouth.

Another whine escaped from Remus’ throat. His reactions to the witch were definitely animal and feral, his loins on fire as he watched the witch consume the rest of the strawberry, her mouth once again closing over his fingers.

“Remus, have you ever done finger painting?” Isadora asked the werewolf with a slight smile as soon as she swallowed.

“I’ve heard of it, but never done it,” he replied.

“It’s easy,” Isadora said, taking his hand and dipping his fingertips into the warm chocolate, “All you need are fingers and a clean palette.”

She guided Remus’ finger to her throat, and dragged them downward, leaving a trail of chocolate. Then she inserted those same fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean.

“My gods, Isadora,” the aroused werewolf breathed, his cock bouncing as her warm mouth sucked at his digits. How was he to resist this woman?

“Of course, the clean up is the fun part,” Isadora said in a low voice, offering her chocolate streaked throat to the werewolf. He knew not to pick up a napkin this time.

Remus leaned forward again, this time extending his tongue and bathing the witch’s throat as he licked the chocolate from her warm skin, tasting her as well as the sweetness of the dessert. Unable to help himself, he pressed his nose to her neck and snuffled deeply, drawing in her scent. Isadora shuddered at this contact. If Remus dared follow his instincts, he would be snuffling and licking her entire body from head to toe…but he drew back, licking his lips and savoring her flavor as he picked up another strawberry.

Isadora sexily consumed every fruit Remus had brought her, the scent of her arousal threatening to make Remus lose all control. But the wizard was used to having strong desires and not acting on them, and contained himself, showing very little of the fire that was consuming him.

Isadora was doing her best to break the wizard’s resolve, although the fact that he was apparently resisting her only served to excite her more. His hesitance was a turn on, a challenge. But was he really in as much control as he appeared to be? She would soon find out. She looked at the empty bowl of fruit.

“It appears my dining experience is over,” she said in a low voice.

“Yes,” Remus agreed his eyes locked to her face. He didn’t want her to go…though a part of him thought it best she did…before…before…

He tried not to look at the settee again, but Isadora saw his eyes shift toward the small couch. It was large enough for an encounter. But Isadora did not want the wizard to take her in the dining room of the Three Broomsticks. Such an encounter would be rushed, and if she were going to be sexually involved with a wizard for the first time in seventeen years, she didn’t want it to be rushed. She had a lot to make up for.

She looked at the werewolf. It was now or never.

“Remus…I have a room here, upstairs,” she said, noting the look of alarm in the wizard’s eyes. “I’ve decided I don’t want to go home tonight to an empty flat.”

Remus didn’t say anything, he just looked at her as she pulled out a key from between her breasts and showed him the room number.

“My door will be open,” she said, “As I will, if you choose to join me.”

She kissed him then, softly, her tongue lightly tangling with his for a moment. Then she pulled back and stood up.

“This is probably the most insane thing I’ve ever done in my life,” she said softly as she walked over to the coat rack, took her cloak down and let it rest across her arm.

“But not at least trying to find some fulfillment with a wizard I am drawn to, and who I know is drawn to me after all these years of loneliness is even more insane,” she said, her black eyes burning into his.

Remus watched the witch as she moved toward the door. He still couldn’t speak. He was stunned at the offer she had made him. He swallowed as Isadora opened the door. She turned toward him, her eyes liquid.

“As I said, Remus…the door will be open.”

Isadora departed, leaving the werewolf sitting at the table and staring at the closed door. He sat there, torn and burning, hesitant and aching.

Remus stood and began to clear the table, his gentle eyes clouded with indecision.

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The Burning Pen

Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
by Ruth Solomon

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