Chapter 2: Of Wine and Wenches

"Oh, you are a right naughty one, Professor!" The dark-haired whore, by the name of Serafina, smiled and winked. "I read the instructions you gave to Miss Morbida." Serafina twirled a lock of her hair around her finger while she studied Snape's features. "So, you fancy schoolgirls, do you now? Well, Willow and I have lots of experience playing that role. Don't we, Willow?"

The blonde giggled as she answered her companion. "Oh, loads of experience! Why, you wouldn't believe how many times we are asked to be naughty boarding school girls. We had this one wizard who used to come to us regular like... old, old chap. I think he said he was a "headmaster" at some nearby school. Come to think about it, I haven't seen him in a while. Have you, Sera?"

"Nah! Probably had a bad ticker and died by now. He had to be at least 150 years old. But he sure was a right randy one." Serafina laughed. "Just goes to show you that there may be snow on the rooftop, but the fire still burns in the hearth.

"Oh, you're so right! Some of those old guys... well, lets just say I don't know where they get their stamina. I had one that...."

"SILENCE!"

The two whores stopped talking and stared at Snape. It was suddenly clear to them that he was not the sort to be trifled with.

"If you can keep those insufferable tongues still for one blasted moment, I would like to get on with my evening. I am paying you for something other than idle chit chat, am I not?"

The girls nodded, afraid to answer verbally.

Severus continued, "Since you were astute enough to read the directions prior to arriving, I will not waste anymore of my valuable time reiterating my expectations. However, I would like to stress that I am not some old pervert who "fancies" young pubescent girls. The girls you are about to become are now of age. This exercise is merely a means for me to act out some personal issues. Think of it more as.... stress therapy."

Serafina leaned over to Willow and whispered, "Oh, right! And I'm the Queen of Bloody England."

Willow covered her mouth to hide her snicker, but it was cut off quick when she met the menacing stare of the dark wizard.

Snape grabbed up the two cups and handed them over to the whores. "This is Polyjuice Potion. I trust you know how it works?"

Both ladies wrinkled their noses at the vile stuff in their cups and nodded again.

"Very well, then. Please go make yourselves presentable."

As the whores left to transform themselves, Snape sat back down in his chair to wait. The banter between Serafina and Willow took a bit of the excitement out of the moment. His male member had withered at the thought of Albus playing sexual games with these two nitwits. It was rather like thinking of your grandparents bedding down.

"Gah! I wonder if Minerva knew."

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Serafina and Willow, fully transformed, gave each other the once over, giggling as they talked.

"Why, look at you, Willow! All pretty in your little French maid outfit." Serafina pointed at her friend.

"Men! Don't they have any imagination? Always with the French maid thing. Oh, and look here!" Willow bent over and pulled at her panties. "A little black thong! Very original!"

"Eh, you're getting paid, so put out and shut up."

Both women giggled again.

"Look at your hair, Sera! You really must use something to tame it down a bit."

"Goodness, it does feel rather frizzy! Whoever this girl is, she really is in need of some serious hair care products."

A voice from the other room bellowed, "Ladies! I'm not paying you to talk!"

"The Master beckons," Willow said in a singsong voice.

Grabbing their ostrich feather dusters, the two witches pranced out to face Snape.

"Well, is this what you expected?" asked Serafina as she slowly spun around.

Severus's eyes examined the detail of his handiwork. He secretly had to admit that the French maid outfits were not exactly his taste in woman's attire. He much preferred a basic black bustier ensemble. However, it was entertaining to think of how irritated Hermione Granger would be if she really had to wear such a piece. He doubted that the real Miss Granger would consent to such a subservient role. Such was the beauty of Polyjuice Potion and prostitutes. He could combine physical needs with a real visual fantasy.

"Amusing." Snape, trying to keep his outward appearance serious, pressed his fist against his mouth to keep himself from laughing.

Willow sauntered over and straddled Severus' lap, positioning her breasts just below his chin. "How about me, sir? Am I amusing as well?"

As the wizard stared at the cleavage before him he thought, Lavender Brown never looked so enticing or so well endowed. Those school robes are more concealing than I thought. Feeling the heat of the woman sitting on him, Snape became very aware of his renewed interest. The Polyjuiced whore noticed it as well and shifted her body strategically, creating a bigger response. It had been too long since he bedded down with the opposite sex, making it very tempting to just throw this woman on the floor and screw her mercilessly. Restrain yourself, Severus... you're the one in control tonight. Gritting his teeth, he decided, It's time to play the game by my rules!'

He stood up, allowing Willow to fall onto the ground. "Miss Brown, please restrain yourself! I understand that women of your age are hormonally uncontrollable, but seductive tactics will not excuse you from fulfilling your detention duties." Looking towards the one called Serafina, he continued, "And you, Miss Granger, it will serve you best if you follow my every instruction without question. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" He nearly growled out the last sentence.

Once he established that he was back in command, and the women had his full attention, Snape continued with his role-playing game of "school girls in detention."

"As punishment for years of making my life miserable with your foolish antics and incessant babbling, I will now deal with you as I wish. There will be no headmaster, Head of House, or the dunderheaded duo of Potter and Weasley to save you this time. You are both at my mercy and I will enjoy every minute of your retribution."

The two witches glanced at each other, wondering what in the world these girls, Lavender Brown and Hermione Granger, did to torment their professor.

"The first order of business is to make these disgustingly shabby quarters much more presentable. It's bad enough that I'm stuck living with a man who has not yet shown he has mastered the concept of personal hygiene, but this..." he waved his hand, showing off the contents of the entire room, "I can not tolerate anymore! So, Miss Granger and Miss Brown, I want you to go through and clean every surface, straighten every object, paper, magazine and don't forget the windows. Oh, and do take special care not to destroy any of my books. They are from my personal collection. Doing so would result in most unpleasant consequences for you."

Sera and Willow stared at the Potions master as if he had gone completely nutters. Never before had their paid services included actual housecleaning.

Willow leaned close to Sera's ear and whispered, "Just when you think you've seen it all, one shows up to best the whole lot of 'em."

"Do I detect a problem, Miss Brown?" With eyebrow arched, Snape glared at the offender.

"No, sir," Willow replied, sheepishly.

"Then begin... now!"

Both women immediately started in on cleaning detail, magically charming their dusters to work independently around the room. Severus relaxed in his chair, poured himself another glass of elf wine and watched the show. He enjoyed viewing the images of Lavender Brown and Hermione Granger as they wiped, scrubbed, dusted and mopped. He did allow them to use some magic, as he didn't want the whores to wear themselves out before the final, most satisfying part of his evening's plan. Every so often, he would use magic to knock an item onto the floor, giving him a very nice view of pert little derrieres as the women bent over to retrieve the fallen articles.

As Serafina was straightening a stack of parchments on the corner desk, she found Snape's copy of Playwizard. She picked it up and gave him a sly smile. Severus pointed his wand towards the magazine and pronounced, "Page 69." The magazine pages flipped rapidly to the centerfold, which displayed a nude witch playing with her clitoris. He gazed intently at the Hermione look alike, the corners of his mouth slightly curling upward.

"Demonstrate that for me, Miss Granger."

Serafina laid the magazine down on the desk, promptly pulled up a chair and proceeded to pull her thong off.

Snape flicked his wand at the chair, bringing it up in front of him.

"You will need to move a little closer."

The witch dropped the thong on the floor, strolled over to the chair, and sat down. She placed her feet on either side of Severus' knees and began engaging in self-gratification. Her nimble fingers expertly teased herself into seductive gyrations, moans and looks of ecstasy as she performed for her Master. Snape, fixed on the show before him, felt his cock become increasingly hard and threatening to burst open the buttons that were holding it back.

"Enough," he ordered. "Finish your cleaning duties."

Disappointed in not being able to complete her act, Serafina sighed. She knew it was in her best interest to obey Severus' command and reluctantly removed herself.

"Miss Brown, come forward."

Willow, recognizing her character's name, stopped cleaning the windows, walked over and stood in front of Snape's chair.

"Yes, sir."

"I have a title, Miss Brown. I expect you to use it."

Willow seemed confused for a moment and looked to Serafina for help. Sera mouthed the word "professor" to her friend.

"Oh! Yes, sir... I mean, yes, Professor." Willow turned and gave Sera a quick smile as thanks for her assistance.

"Miss Brown, is it beyond your capability to pay attention while I am speaking to you?"

"No Professor."

"For years, Miss Brown, I have listened to you prattle on incessantly to your fellow Gryffindors, namely Miss Patil. Your idle gossip, emotional dramatics, and that screeching you refer to as laughter has worn my nerves down to a frazzle. For six long years, I have had to put up with you in my classroom, the hallways, and the dining hall. Your voice has even carried across into the one moment of peace I can fully enjoy and that is my sleep. Tonight, I will finally receive some satisfaction and pleasure from that overused orifice or yours." Severus stopped his small lecture and smiled wickedly as he unbuttoned his trousers. "Now, Miss Brown, lets put your mouth to better use."

Willow stared at the large penis standing erectly from the folds of the black fabric. She had seen many of these, during her career, in various shapes and sizes. Some were more worthy of her talents than others. This wizard's wand definitely fell into her "Big Ben" category. Sinking down onto her knees, Willow placed herself between Snape's legs and grasped the length of his cock. She gave it a couple of quick strokes before she licked the pre-cum off the tip and inserted it in her mouth.

Severus grasped the arms of the chair as he felt the sensation of warm, wet lips taking him in. Even though he knew that this wasn't the real Lavender Brown, Snape took pleasure in the visual effect of her sucking, licking, and massaging his member with her mouth and tongue. It had been much too long since he experienced a proper sexual indulgence with a woman. His sense of control would soon fall by the wayside, but for now, he fought the urge to thrust himself farther into the whore's throat. She clearly was an expert at her craft, and he would enjoy her every move.

Closing his eyes, he pictured himself in his lab back at Hogwarts. Lavender, in her school robes, kneeling on the stone floor, pleasing him while other female students watched and waited for their turn. They all wanted detention with Professor Snape and were more than willing to perform whatever he instructed them to do. Sometimes the girls were shy virgins, sometimes they were bold and aggressive, and sometimes they were willing to try unorthodox forms of sex. In every detention, they wanted him... Not Remus Lupin... Not Sirius Black... And not James or Harry...

"Fucking Potter!" The words flew out of Snape's mouth as he was brought to a climax.

Willow sat up and started to laugh as she wiped off her mouth. "I've heard a quite a few expressions yelled out in the heat of passion, Professor, but that's a first!"

Severus never answered but laid back in his chair and concentrated on the feeling that had just overcome him.

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Coming out of his reverie, the Potions master noticed that the effects of the Polyjuice Potion had started to wear off. Serafina and Willow were beginning to change back to their original states.

"I see it's time to take more Polyjuice," Severus said lazily. Not really wanting to get up out of the chair, he hoped that the two women still had some left in their cups.

His wish was granted when Serafina and Willow both retrieved their cups with half the contents still within.

"I really hate the taste," whined Sera as she downed the rest of the potion.

Willow nodded her head in agreement as she plugged her nose and finished her cup off as well.

"Now, you may finish your cleaning detail." Snape tucked himself back in his trousers and began to button them up. "I will let you know when I am ready, again, for your exclusive talents."

"But we are done cleaning!" cried Sera.

"We've even washed the windows, just like you instructed," moaned Willow.

"You've only cleaned half of the house. The other half is behind the bookcase." Severus smiled as he waved his wand, causing the bookcase to reveal the hidden staircase and rooms.

The women groaned. If they had known that they were going to really be maids instead of acting the parts, they would have never offered themselves for this job. They were sure to have a few words with Madam Morbida when they returned.

"Since, however, you have done such an exceptional job with cleaning the main quarters, I will only have you clean the two rooms which I occupy. Miss Brown, you will clean my laboratory, and Miss Granger will clean my bedroom. These rooms will be at the top and to the right of the stairway. I trust you know your right from your left?"

Willow and Serafina grabbed their feather dusters and grumbled as they made their way up the stairs.

Severus reached for his glass and emptied the rest of the bottle's contents into it. As he sat with his glass of wine in hand, he took his finger and played with the rim, circling it until it made a soft ringing sound. He was contemplating what he would do with Miss Granger.

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Serafina brushed away a stray lock of frizzy hair out of her face. The bushy hairdo was really getting annoying, and she couldn't wait to have her own hair back. Her movement must have knocked something off the dresser as she heard it fall on the floor. Bending over to look for the item, she suddenly felt a hand on her backside.

"Don't move, Miss Granger." The silky voice resonated across the small room.

Serafina obeyed and remained in her present position. She felt Snape's hand rest on the small of her back while the other massaged her buttocks, occasionally slipping between her thighs. He scrutinized the woman's body before him, enjoying the feel of the soft skin, anticipating the pleasures to come. It would be so easy for him to take her now, receiving immediate sexual gratification. However, part of Severus' intention was to toy with the witch before submitting to carnal delights.

"I've been meaning to have a private audience with you for quite sometime."

There was something dangerous yet seductive in the way he spoke to her. Sera entertained men nearly every night, but rarely did her body react to a mere voice. The wizard's hand and fingers continued to explore, becoming bolder as they dipped into her slick warmth. She found herself suddenly aroused by the man behind her and for the first time in a long time, was at a loss as to what to do.

"I've watched you grow up, Hermione. Once you were a little insufferable know-it-all, and now you've grown into an enchanting, smart and clever woman. I once knew another smart and clever witch, much like you. I use to watch her, follow her, and obsess over her. I would have given this woman everything had she agreed to take me as her suitor. Instead, she chose someone unworthy of her power, and now she is gone." Severus wrapped his arms around Serafina's waist and pulled her into him. She felt his nakedness against her back as he leaned close to her ear and softy spoke, "I see you making the same mistake, Miss Granger. You are wasting your time and talent on a fool, someone who would never appreciate you for what you are worth. I can assure you that I would not make that error."

His breath was warm as it played against the side of Sera's face, yet she felt a chill. She wasn't quite sure if it was from a sudden draft in the room or her body reacting to the man standing behind her. Catching a whiff of alcohol, she also wondered if the professor was too influenced by the elf wine to remember that she wasn't the real Hermione. The conversation he was having with her seemed a bit too personal, and it made her slightly uncomfortable.

"I wonder... Do you find me repulsive?" Snape's hands began working along the length of the woman's torso, lightly touching her white skin. "Do you see me as terrible and evil as everyone else does?" His voice took on a hard edge, and he slowly grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back to meet his face. "Do you fear me... think I'm still a Death Eater... a murderer?" His dark eyes glinted as he spoke. "Look at me, Miss Granger! If you're so clever, see if you can figure out who I really am." Severus laughed mirthlessly as he gazed down at the witch. "I'm a nasty, bitter man and with good reason, but I think you know the truth about my priorities and intentions. Let's see if that clever little mind of yours will overcome the thick headedness of others and see through what only appears to be the obvious."

The wizard let go of Serafina's hair, and she turned and pushed some distance between them. He smiled slightly, staring intently at her.

"Have I startled you, Miss Granger? Not feeling quite as brave tonight without your friends?" Snape took a step towards his victim. "My, my, but this is refreshing. How quickly that Gryffindor bravado disappears without your support system."

Using wandless magic, Severus suddenly waved his hand to close the door and place an Imperturbable Charm on it. "I hope you don't mind. I don't wish to be interrupted."

Taking another step towards Serafina, the Potions master continued, "It's time to proceed with my final plans for this evening."

Sera, unsure of the man's intentions, backed up some more while quickly glancing around the room in case she needed an escape. Instead of pursuing her, Snape strolled over to his bed and invited her to join him. The woman hesitated, unnerved by the change in his demeanor.

Growing impatient, Severus sneered, "Surely, Miss Granger, you don't think after years of protecting you and your cohorts from the results of your stupidity that I would really want to harm you? Oh, yes, there were certainly times I wanted to take a hefty switch to your backside, and mind you, I came close. Your benevolent headmaster and dear Professor McGonagall, however, always seemed to step in for your defense." Snape patted the bed. "Now you can make up for all of your irritating behavior, the constant rule breaking and your habitual persistence to talk out of turn in class."

Serafina breathed a small sigh of relief and relaxed. She was used to the business of satisfying some odd requests, but whores had to be careful of things going too far, getting too dangerous. Since starting her chosen profession, it had been her main goal not to end up murdered and dumped in some back alley because some customer was psychotic.

This Snape fellow behaved a little strangely but despite his unusual behavior and comments, she really didn't find him repulsive. He certainly was mysterious, brooding, and somewhat sadistic; there was, however, something about him that appealed to her. He didn't have the physical beauty that would normally interest women, but there was an attractiveness in the way he moved... graceful and fluid. His dark eyes, so penetrating, and his voice, so deep and smooth, were mesmerizing. Sera didn't presume that she could ever become romantically involved with this wizard, but she did hope that if she played her part well enough, he would hire her again.

Snape reached out and guided Serafina to his bed. "Undress yourself, Miss Granger."

He watched her closely as she slowly slipped out of her outfit. His cock twitched at the sight of the fully naked Hermione Granger. How many hours, days, weeks, had he sat in this disgusting hut entertaining himself with his fantasies? Snape realized it had become too long when, one day, he considered Polyjuicing Pettigrew into a leather clad Pansy Parkinson. Driving that thought quickly out of his mind, the Potions master set his sights on something more appealing.

Taking hold of the witch's delicate shoulders, he firmly maneuvered her back onto the bed, spreading her legs apart, viewing what he craved for so long. Again, Snape fought the urge to plunge right in and release his painfully hard erection. It had been an eternity since he had access to a woman, whore or otherwise, but he was determined to indulge all of his five senses.

Kneeling down on the floor, Severus pressed his face in-between the well-shaped thighs and inhaled the musky scent of her body and arousal. His tongue flicked out, tasting the vision that offered herself to him. The woman's sexual aroma and flavor steadily infused his senses, heightening his already excited state. Not wanting to loose control of himself quite yet, Snape tried to visualize some distracting images. Quidditch... grindylows... Mad-eye Moody... Albus having sex. Ah, Right then! That did it!

While the professor greedily savored the long awaited delicacy, Serafina expressed her pleasure by making a series of soft whimpers. Not often did a man want to please her in such a way. They were more interested in what she could do to satisfy their needs. As Severus' mouth teased and nipped at her clitoris, Sera gasped in a breath and quickly seized the back of his head, arching herself into him. Pleased that he hadn't lost his touch, Snape smiled to himself and continued to lick, suck and nibble her to the brink of an orgasm. Soon the witch felt the familiar tightening of her inner muscles as her body readied itself to explode into ecstasy when, suddenly, Snape stopped.

"Has Mr. Krum or Mr. Weasley touched you in this way, Miss Granger?"

By now her breathing was ragged, and she wanted nothing more than to shove his face back down to finish what he started. Sera managed, however, to control herself long enough to answer his question. "No, Professor Snape. You are the first."

Noticing the slight smile on Severus' face, Serafina knew she had given him the answer he wanted to hear. Hoping to be rewarded, she arched herself towards him, coaxing the man to continue with his oral ministrations.

"Patience, Miss Granger. I'm not through with you yet."

Serafina groaned in frustration. The Potions master must have been pleased with her reaction as he chuckled when he stood up and circled around to the other side of the bed. She heard it creak from the weight of the wizard as he settled himself next to her. Soon, Severus was quietly admiring the body that was now lying against him, stroking his fingers along the curves of what he saw as Hermione's breasts and hips, circling the pink nipples and her perfectly formed navel. He enjoyed the flawlessness of the young body and was extremely ready to explore the untouched. As his hand moved methodically down her body, it finally came to a stop at the dark curls between her legs. His dark eyes gazed intently, studying every part of her. Sera noticed that he looked at her, not with affection or fondness, but as if she were some coveted item in a collection. Like so many other men she encountered, she knew Snape must have needed a conquest, to have control over something or someone.

The silence was broken when Severus finally spoke. "One day soon, you'll marry that idiot boy, but I want you to know what it's like to have a man that would have valued your talents... your essence... a man who would sacrifice himself so that foolish boys had a chance to grow up."

Leaning over the image of his former student, Severus kissed her roughly at first, his tongue probing deep. Serafina fought to catch her breath before he eased up and worked his way along her neck and shoulders. Nibbling and biting at her exposed flesh, the Potions master targeted several pleasure points, which caused another wave of excitement to surge through Sera's body. His mouth searched out her breasts and he lavished them with hot, wet kisses, suckling and teasing her erect nipples with slight flicks of his tongue. Wanting more, the whore worked her arms around his body and began caressing his back while pulling him closer. She was suddenly compensated with a sharp bite to her left nipple. Startled by the pain, Serafina cried out. The dark haired wizard smiled maliciously before he broke the embrace and sat up on his knees.

"I don't want to rush this, Miss Granger."

Serafina couldn't help but notice the large, engorged penis jutting out from the man towering over her. Its purple head pointing directly at her had every indication it would burst immediately if someone didn't bang one out soon. How in Merlin's name can he hold out this long? she wondered. Most men were in and out of her quicker than she could say "boomslang." Sera continued to stare at the large protrusion while her own genitalia throbbed, begging her for some relief. Knowing, first hand, the pain of sexual desperation, the witch couldn't help but think that the professor was perhaps a bit masochistic as well as sadistic.

The mattress began to shift as Snape moved his body between Serafina's legs. She felt a trickle of wetness run down her inner thigh, indicating her readiness for something more enticing. His sharp eyes caught a glint of her moistness and smirked. He slowly reached down and collected it on his index finger, bringing it up to his lips. The tongue that, moments ago, ravished her body and nearly brought her to climax, stretched out and tasted a small amount. His eyes gleamed as his smile turned predatory. Staring at the vision of a fully aroused Hermione Granger, Snape rubbed the remainder of her juices between his thumb and finger before applying it to the tip of his cock. He gently rubbed the essence together with his own pre-cum, spreading the mixture along his hardened shaft.

"It's time to finish your obligation to me," he hissed.

Serafina barely had time to react before Snape brought her legs up and thrust his cock deep into her. The pain and pressure of him entering caused Sera to cry out. It had been many years since she experienced that quick sharp sensation, and she realized that this Hermione was a virgin.

"That's right," he sneered. "I'm not some fumbling adolescent boy." Severus thrust hard into her again. "I'll save that role for your precious Mr. Weasley."

Snape could almost guarantee that the real Hermione Granger would be sorely disappointed with her first sexual experience with Ronald Weasley, thinking, Mr. Weasley, in all his dim-witted Gryffindor passion, would probably burst before he made it to the door.

For the moment, the professor kept himself pressed tight against the woman below him. The feeling of her warm, taut muscles encasing his penis had nearly set him over the edge. It didn't help matters that the Polyjuiced whore now had her legs wrapped firmly around him and was trying to persuade him to move along.

Severus smirked when he saw the witch's look of aggravation when he did not immediately cave into her desires. He was, in fact, the one in control of this little game that they were playing. It was he, Professor Snape, who decided when she would earn her release from detention.

In the silkiest of voices, he began, "Now, Miss Granger, repeat after me: I will not speak out of turn in Professor Snape's class."

"What?!" Serafina practically sat straight up and would have if this sadistic bastard wasn't sitting on top of her with his cock buried to the hilt.

"What don't you comprehend, Miss Granger? Am I to believe that you have made through all these years of academia without grasping the basic understanding of proper English?"

"You crazy..."

"Yes?" he drawled.

Snape couldn't hide his amusement of the situation and smirked, waiting for the correct response.

"I..." Sera groaned in annoyance before reciting the whole line. "I will not speak out of turn in Professor Snape's class. There! Now finish fucking me!"

"Tsk! Tsk! Miss Granger, that attitude will cost you 50 points from Gryffindor. Please try again, without the insolent behavior."

With as much sweetness as she could muster, Serafina repeated her line. "I will not speak out of turn in Professor Snape's class."

"Again."

"I will not speak out of turn in Professor Snape's class."

"Again."

"I will not speak out of turn..."

Snape slowly started sliding out his cock.

"In Professor Snape's class."

Then he slowly pushed it back in.

"Again."

"I will not speak out of turn..."

She felt him withdraw.

"In Professor Snape's class."

Now, he pushed deep into her again.

"Again, Miss Granger, and do not stop until I indicate to do so.

Sera caught on to what the professor was doing, and her enthusiasm increased. She noticed that Snape's movements coincided with certain words in the sentence. As she repeated these words, Severus continued slowly pumping back and forth, the two creating a steady chant and rhythm. His long, hard cock slipped easily in and out of her, and she relaxed to his continual movements, concentrating on her own pleasure.

"Say it faster, Miss Granger."

Serafina noticed that the slight urgency in the professor's voice matched her own need to speed things up and was only too glad to quicken the tempo. Severus grabbed onto Sera's hips as his movements became faster. In moments, every other word was accentuated with quick, deep thrusts and grunts as he pounded in and out of her slick, tight pussy. The physical exertion made their bodies sweaty and their breathing labored. Sera was finding it harder to speak, her words breaking off into short monosyllables.

"I... will... not... speak... out of turn... in..."

The intensity building up in their bodies was ready to unleash. Severus' smooth strokes became more frantic, and the two bucked wildly, caught up in ecstasy.

Throwing his head back, Snape growled, "Don't... stop!"

Serafina dug her nails into Severus' back while she tried to finish her sentence. She was so close to letting go. Her body signaled itself to surrender to the impending climax.

"I... in... Profes... Professor Snape!"

Snape groaned loudly as he took one last deep plunge before losing control. He gripped the young hips beneath him and jerked as the orgasm seized his body. His throbbing penis spurt hot semen as vaginal walls clamped down upon it. Sera screamed out her pleasure as she vigorously worked her fully aroused clit against the man's pelvis. The two clung together as their bodies rode out the spasms, enjoying the release of their sexual tension.

As the couple lay exhausted, catching their breaths, Serafina stroked Severus' dark, lank hair. She felt the slight perspiration that had accumulated at the back of his neck and temples. Knowing better than to let herself become too attached to her clients, Sera couldn't help but give the wizard a tender kiss on his cheek.

"It's been a long time coming, hasn't it, Professor?" she said softly as she continued to fondle the long strands that fell along his face. "Well, don't you feel in a rush to move. I'm here all night, if you want me."

Severus grunted his approval, taking pleasure in the soft touch and feel of the female companionship. The soothing touches and the warm body beneath him soon lulled him off to sleep. He dreamed not of irritating students or the past horrors he had witnessed, but of a bright young witch with dark red hair and brilliant green eyes.