Revenge Is Sweet

Chapter 3: Revenge Is Sweet

Dressed in a tasteful combination of flannel and lace and with their hair brushed to glossiness, the two witches were ready to hunt down the intruder. They went barefoot for silence.

Hermione, the constant student, remembered the lesson from the late night horror and science fiction flicks and said, "We need to stay together so the monster doesn't pick us off one by one."

"Right," said the rational part of Minerva while a less rational part imagined herself running her fingers through the now luxurious hair of the monster that had just picked her off. Or maybe, once out of sight of an impressionable youngster, she could turn the tables and 'pick him off' good and proper.

Did I over think this? Hermione asked herself as she pictured herself ambushed by a handsome villain wearing black and white and having unspeakable designs. Even when swept up, a hapless heroine wouldn't notice the residual bug stains unless she knew they were there.

"Where do you think he might be?" whispered Hermione.

"There're lots of bedrooms on this floor," said Minerva.

"You don't think he'd choose the one next to ours, do you?" asked Hermione. "Unless he thinks that we think he's too clever for that in which case he would think it clever to think that we think he's too clever and he would think it would be clever for him to be too clever which means he's clever enough to think that we're too clever to fall for that which implies he's too clever to think that we think he's too clever for us and he thinks he is clever to hide in that room."

"I think you've out thunk him," whispered Minerva as the two witches cautiously opened the door to the adjoining bedroom.

They saw nothing when they illuminated the room and were about to leave when they heard a rustle in the corner. As they approached the corner, a long shadow dropped from the chandelier. It landed across the shoulders of the two witches, temporarily stunning them. Hermione screamed as she saw a snake wrap itself around Minerva, grab Minerva's wand between its teeth, and yank it out of her hand. Before Hermione could think of a spell, the tail of the snake had wrapped itself around her wand, pulled it away from her, and tossed it out the door.

Hermione started to retrieve her wand, but the snake caught her eyes and held her in its power. The snake's eyes backed her to a chair where she sat, unable to move, only able to watch Minerva struggle against the snake's coils. The snake's eyes danced in front of Hermione until she sat limply in the chair with her will gone. The snake turned to the witch in its coils, and before Minerva could close her eyes or turn away, it performed its mesmerizing dance. With her arms pinned to her side, Minerva slowly backed to the bed and fell onto it with the snake still coiled around her.

The snake turned its attention and hypnotic eyes back to Hermione. When its eyes broke contact with hers, Minerva heaved and thrashed in a mighty effort to free herself. At first, Hermione felt pity for the lady, but as Minerva became flushed and disheveled and her nightgown rode up her legs and her bosom pressed against the cotton, Hermione, to her horror, began feeling aroused. The mix of fear and lust grew as Minerva's efforts began to resemble writhing, and when Minerva, sweating and panting, finally surrendered and was still, the tangle of emotions settled in the void in Hermione's lace knickers. Hermione's face was hot with delectable shame.

Hermione stared unbelievingly as the snake, still pinning Minerva's arms to her side, shifted until Minerva was comfortable, and then Hermione stared even more unbelievingly as the snake acted as if the flannel covered form of Minerva was alluring. The young girl had never experienced such a mix of attraction and repulsion and could scarcely believe that the snake was cuddling what it found to be an admirable woman. Hermione had thought that only she could appreciate that severe face and find it lovely and that only she could admire that athletic body and find it comely. A flash of fear went through Hermione when the snake lowered it head, but it did so to brush Minerva's hair out of her face. Another flash of fear occurred when the snake moved its lower coils under Minerva's neck, but to Hermione's amazement, it appeared to do so in order to massage the lady's neck. It tended the neck until the tension left the lady's face. The coils moved to the shoulders and massaged them until the remaining tension was gone. Hermione wanted to yell a warning to Minerva to not let the snake lull her into a false sense of security, but the snake's spell had left Hermione voiceless. She could only watch in apprehension as the snake acted like a considerate lover whose lady had had a hard and frustrating day. Hermione found Minerva even lovelier as the tension of the years melted away.

Hermione had another moment of fear when the snake lowered it head to Minerva's throat, but the snake began nuzzling the lady below the left ear and moving down the neck and across the shoulder. It returned to one particular spot, and there was an audible sigh from the lady. It did the same on the right side, and Hermione could see the closed-eye and open-mouth expression of bliss. She could see Minerva's breasts pressing against the nightgown. Familiar feelings stirred inside the young girl as she watched the snake lower its head to those inviting mounds. Even through the night gown, she noticed that they became firmer and the nipples rose as the snake flicked its tongue and fondled them lovingly. The young girl felt a pang of jealousy as Minerva rolled her head in time with the fondling and raised her chest to push her bosom against her admirer. Hermione's nipples pressed against her nightgown. The snake performed a weave across the modest but well-shaped breasts that gradually became a weave across the entire lady who was soon weaving and moaning with her legs slowly spreading. Hermione was shifting in her chair and slowly spreading hers.

Hermione watched the tail of the snake slide under the nightgown and slither upwards. When it reached the junction of Minerva's thighs, the lady gave a start and clamped her legs together. The snake kept weaving and weaving and weaving with the witch weaving with it. Hermione heard the weaving witch moan, "Oh, no. Oh, no," and saw Minerva look demurely at the snake as she raised and parted her knees in invitation. The nightgown fell to her waist, and Hermione admired the well-defined thighs and the full, lace-covered hips.

The snake wrapped its coils between the legs of the witch and began a slow and sensuous pulse. Over and over it pulsed. The snake showed no impatience: it looked at the witch's now soft face and undulating form as if it enjoyed giving the witch pleasure, as if it were willing to continue for as long as the witch liked. Hermione watched the hips of the other woman roll with the pulsing of the snake and watched as, almost imperceptibly, the rolling became more pronounced and the breathing became short pants until the lady in the coils was saying, "Yes. Yes."

Yes. Yes, thought Hermione as she pulled up her own nightgown.

Hermione ached as the tail of the snake moved up Minerva's open thighs and slid under the enticing lace. She would always remember the look on Minerva's face as the tail rippled under the lace and began disappearing. Hermione was breathing heavily as Minerva made low, throaty noises. Hermione's hands were between her legs. Each ripple of the snake sent more of its tail under the lace and into the woman. Hermione watched Minerva spread her legs wider. The snake settled into a slow and steady weave with the woman moving with it. It weaved and weaved while the woman's moves became more and more intense. Hermione's hands moved with its rhythm. The attitude of the snake changed to one of possession with the witches responding to each commanding thrust with soft grunts and a swivel of their hips. Just as Hermione was becoming aware that the snake's tail was producing a wet, slurping noise, Minerva looked at her and smiled. Minerva became very active. Hermione stared as the snake held the straining, thrashing older woman. The tension in Hermione built to the breaking point. Minerva became open-mouthed rigid and then still. The lady in the coils was flushed and her breathing ragged. The snake cuddled the woman whose whole body was an ethereal smile.

The snake hissed approval at Hermione's last, delicious efforts and held warm brown eyes with glittering red ones as the young girl squeezed her thighs together and fell apart for the snake of all snakes.

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Author's Note: The original intent was three chapters, but the girls are having so much fun Severus is being such a total stud rat-snake Slytherin that the porn narrative got so hot the author was caught in her own fantasies deserves an extended development.