Chapter 3

Hermione rose from the bed, taking the satyr’s hand in hers. Lust bloomed through her at the contact. Letting herself be guided, she was positioned in front of the satyr, her back pressed against her front, displayed for Severus’ perusal should he awaken. The demigod’s hands again roamed over her body, slipping inside her open top and fondling her breasts, hefting their fullness, teasing the already stiff nipples with gentle strokes and tweaks. Her mouth again went to work on the sensitive skin of her neck, and Hermione moaned at the twin pleasures.

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It was that moan, blending into dreams from reality, that shifted Severus from asleep to awake. In his dreams, he has been feasting on his fantasy lover Hermione, nibbling and licking and sucking on every inch of flesh he could envision. And while his fantasy lover did indeed moan, it didn’t sound so... real.

On reflex, he reached for his wand, but shock stilled his hand. He could not believe the same woman he’d lusted after for years was displaying herself wantonly before him. A faint glow lit the room with warm tones, showing Hermione’s lustful display to its fullest. Her pajama shirt was falling open, the faded royal blue exposing her soft belly, pale honeyed skin, and the lush curves of ripe breasts hidden behind a pair of strong, elegant hands.

He stared, trying to ascertain the identify of Hermione’s lover. But, other than the hands cupping the breasts he wanted to touch and lick and suck and bite and soothe, he could make out nothing. Letting his rage rise, he snatched his wand from beneath his pillow and pointed it at the pair.

Silent magic did his bidding as the room blossomed with light and the pair was separated and held in invisible bonds. Hermione stared at him, her gaze glassy with pleasure. Her lover was another shock. He recognized the creature that had been fondling Hermione immediately. Severus let his lips quirk in the faintest impression of a smile; he’d been told it was by far his most frightening expression. It did nothing to dent Hermione’s lust. He let his gaze stray over her partially unclothed form, lingering on the exposed curves and the shadow of her hips as they dipped into the waist of her pajama pants.

Shaking his head, Severus looked away. Even bound, the satyr still had a powerful effect. Pity they could not be banished like boggarts or even dementors. With a wave of his wand, he unbound the creature.

“Satyr, why have you come here?” he demanded, wand pointed at the creature’s chest.

The creature shook her head, sending her parti-colored curls flying. Her breasts swayed with the motion, and Severus swallowed reflexively, but his wand did not waver.

“That was unkind, Severus Snape,” the satyr replied. “Do you treat all guests in this manner?”

“Only those who enter uninvited,” he snapped in return.

She smiled, full lips wet and glistening. “Oh, Severus Snape. I did not enter uninvited. I am here at my father’s request. I am to grant that divine creature’s wish,” she said with a languorous gesture to the still bound Hermione.

Severus sneered. “You expect me to believe that an intelligent witch such as Hermione Granger knowingly invited a creature as you in?”

“You misunderstand me, Severus Snape. I said she wished. Such a wish too,” she added with a small laugh. She walked toward Severus, hips swinging, hooves silent on the wooden floor. “She touched my father’s icon, made an offering of gold at his shrine and said, ‘It’s said that you were a god of joy and pleasure. If there’s ever anyone who needed a touch of that, it’s Severus Snape.’ She pleased my father, and he let me come to grant her wish.”

She reached Severus now, his wand pressed against her bare chest. “Do you know this valley is Pan’s, Severus Snape? He is the patron of this village, and his will holds sway here. And every salacious thought you’ve had since you entered this place has been known to him.” She reached a hand and stroked his wand arm, setting fire to his blood. “Oh, yes. How better to grant the wish of one who pleased him than to give you her?” She raised herself up to whisper in his ears, her breath sending eddies of sheer want spearing straight to his cock. Against his will, his breath quickened and his heart began to race. “After all, he’s been aware of every salacious thought in her mind since she entered his realm as well. And I promise you, your attentions would be truly welcome.”

She lowered herself and stepped back, placing distance between them. “I am merely a facilitator in this case. If you ask, I will leave. But, I warn you now, Severus Snape, I will return until her wish has been granted.”

And between one moment and the next, she was gone, and the room was bathed in darkness.

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“Lumos,” Severus said quietly, as he regained control of his senses. “Finite Incantatem,” he said next, freeing his partner from the binding spell. He watched as she blinked, her eyes no longer glazed with passion, but huge and frightened. With a wordless cry, she seized her pajama shirt and held it closed with her arms crossed across her chest. He watched with interest as she began to blush furiously.

“Oh, Severus, oh, Merlin, I can’t believe – I’m so sorry – I mean, I wasn’t in my right mind, but I would never, oh God!” She ended with a wail, tears spilling down her cheeks. Severus was silent; he didn’t know what to say that would make this okay for her.

Apparently, he was silent too long. Hermione dashed into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.