Queen of Transfiguration, part 1
Title: Queen of Transfiguration, part 1
Team: Death Eaters in killer stilettos
Challenge: sub!Snape
Rating: NC-17
Words: 100x16
Characters: Hermione and Severus
Disclaimer: Not mine
Warnings: Do I really have to? You know the drill: porn and powerplay.
A/N: For the lovely Lula, obviously =) As I always claim, I´m in love with dom!Snape, but yes, you´re right, sub!Snape iz hawtness too!
And, ladies, I´ve been thinking, we´re dealing with witches and wizards here, they don´t really need props, they can perform magic, right?! Think about it, we can make them do anything…such perfect dolls…;)
I split this in two parts. Why you ask? Well for one thing it´s crazy long (when does a series of drabbles outgrow itself and turn into something altogether different?), and then, well being seriously addicted to feedback, I cunningly figured I´d get some more lurve this way… C´mon, hit me!
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He sighed tiredly and rubbed the bridge of his nose in apparent frustration. She thought he looked exhausted.
”Miss Granger, I have allowed you to stay behind after every lesson during the last month. You have free access to this room several nights a week and you may collect a large number of ingredients from the storage room as long as you tell me why you need them. I think I´ve been fairly generous.”
He sounded reasonable, but she detected a dangerous tone underneath the civilized polish he´d been sporting since this begun and really, she found that rather soothing.
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She moved closer to him, put her hands on his desk and leaned over, her face calm and serious but her heart racing like mad. She knew she would have to play her cards absurdly right to make her plan work, but then again, she had so much more to win than to lose.
”Professor, don´t ever think I´m not grateful. I know full well you´ve allowed me liberties far greater than you´ve given anyone else and I really do appreciate it. But you misunderstand me. I´m not here tonight to ask for extended privileges, I´m here to thank you.”
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As she spoke, her ordinary school robes transformed into something completely different. Beginning a her throat an intricate pattern of thin silk ropes emerged and snaked their way down her body, leaving her dressed in an illusion of evening wear that left little to imagination.
Tearing his eyes away from the near-naked breasts currently filling most of his visual field, her professor seemed profoundly shaken.
”Get…get dressed now! And get out!” His usually so well-measured voice was a high-pitched mess.
She leaned closer and smirked. The door behind her slamming shut, wards clicking in place.
”Say please,” Hermione answered cooly.
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A flick of her wand and he was trapped in his chair, gagged with a black silk strap.
The flash in his eyes almost broke her. Almost. But a thrilling sensation rippled through her body and it won out.
If I´m wrong he´ll expel me, she thought. Or kill me.
”Here´s how this is going to work, professor,” she said, moving around the table and seating herself ontop of it in front of him, resting her feet on his thighs, ”I do the talking, and you listen. See, it´s really very easy: I decide, you obey. Nod if you understand.”
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He managed a crazed expression of dumbfounded rage, but she didn´t wait for his answer.
As she locked her eyes with his, her very reasonable shoes changed into black leather boots with silver straps, the soft material clinging to her legs with abandon, showing off her calves in the most flattering way.
The rich sense of new leather filled the air. His nostrils flared.
She mercilessly dug her madly high stiletto heels into his thighs, a fine mist of spit hitting his face as she repeated:
”Nod if you understand!”
A dizzyingly long pause, and then, an almost indiscernible nod.
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”Good,” she licked her lips and smiled, ”you´ll be glad to know this pleases me very much.”
She pointed her wand at his chest and he flinched.
”Now…Severus…these buttons, they really are extremely annoying.”
She ran her wand down the stern row of buttons and watched them melt away under its touch. Another gracious swirl of the wand and every piece of clothing poured off him like black water, dissolving as they hit the floor.
He shivered involuntarily. From the cold or from being at her mercy, she could not tell.
Her eyes roamed him greedily.
”Perfect, ” she purred.
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She rose and withdrew, all business now.
”Move to the floor,” she nodded, indicating a spot in front of the table, ”on your knees, hands on the back of your head.”
Releasing him, she chose not to aim her wand at him, knowing full well that this was the crucial moment.
But he stood, all luminescent paleness, with averted eyes. And then, with a nod, moved to obey.
She left him there for awhile, watching the moonlight play across his angelic skin, so beautifully contrasted by his raven hair.
When she finally approached him she felt almost giddy with power.
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She crouched behind him, fanning her breath along his spine, watching in fascination as goose-bumps broke out in its trail.
He slowly flexed his hands.
”Don´t move!” she barked ”or I´ll have to punish you!”
A pause. Then he flexed them again.
She smirked.
And moved to stand in front of him.
”Look at me,” she said. His head snapped up and basking in the heat of his full attention, she extended her hands, her nails growing, sculpting themselves into sharp silver knives.
His eyes widened and he let out a gasp. She felt like an ancient goddess of revenge.
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She ran her silver-clad fingers through his impossibly soft hair. He shivered under her touch as she gently stroked his narrow cheeks, exploring the strange contrast between the skin-to-skin and the metal-to-skin contact.
”This,” she whispered sincerely, ”is going to hurt.”
He looked up at her with an almost child-like trust in his dark eyes. She ran her fingers further down his body. Adding pressure, she dug her nails into his chest, leaving red trails of blood as she slid downwards.
He didn´t move but his breathing became strained.
She bent and licked the blood.
”You did good,” she praised.
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As she continued to lovingly lick his wounds clean, she softly cupped his balls, feeling his cock twitch at the unexpected touch. She scraped the soft skin, teasing his most sensitive parts with the dangerous silver sharpness.
Suddenly he lost balance and moved his arms from the requested position as he mumbled something inaudible.
Alarmed, she looked up at him. He really looked dead pale. Quickly she helped him to lay down on the floor, relief flooding her as she saw the blood return to his face.
She draped herself across him, warming him.
”Such a delicate flower,” she tsked.
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When she was fairly sure he felt alright she bit her lip and asked musingly:
”What am I going to do with you? You move…you attempt to talk. Such a poor slave, you can´t even endure punishment properly.”
In one gracious movement she rose and stood over him, placing one of her boots over his throat, again metal met compliant skin.
”I could walk all over you, but you´d just faint on me, wouldn´t you? And where´s the fun in that? No,” she said, wiggling her boot experimentally, ”you tell me. How can I punish you to amuse me?”
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”I…I´m sorry,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically hoarse as he continued; ”I´ll try to behave better…mistress.”
”Yeees,” she purred, ”I do believe you will. Now, what about your punishment?”
He hesitated, but then inhaled sharply. She imagined he let down yet another shield in this game, like she was robbing him of his oh-so-precious dignity, pealing off his hard self-protection, layer by layer. She longed to know his core, the true man underneath.
”Maybe,” he whispered, ”maybe I should lick your boots, mistress?”
A surge of power ran through her. He´d expressed a wish.
She smiled cruelly. ”Ask nicely, slave!”
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He scrambled to find a suitably submissive position.
”Please, mistress. Please!” he begged.
She sighed. ”So pathetic,” she said, toeing his chin lightly. ”So needy…I really oughtn´t reward you like this, but I do like it when you crawl and beg…” He stayed put and she kicked him, impatiently. ”Well? Lick then!”
And so he did. For the longest time. She summoned his chair and sat back, watching him work. He moved his tongue over the supple, black leather in broad strokes, working his way from toes, to arch, to heel and then upwards, warming her through the luxurious material.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
He seemed to enjoy himself immensely, fully committing himself to the task, his eyes closed and his hands cupping her stiletto-clad heel almost reverently.
She noted that he displayed a rather mighty erection.
So, she thought, a pronounced leather-fetishism, good to know.
”Enough!” she finally said, and he jumped, startled out of his concentration.
”What´s that, you filthy slave?” she said pointing at his erection. ”Are you turned on by this? Gods, you disgust me!”
Two ugly red spots appeared on his cheeks and she realised that he was embarrassed, but she wasn´t about to back down now, was she?
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”This, professor,” she said, deliberately using his title, thinking he might as well get used to further embarrassment, ”this isn´t about pleasure, it´s actually not about pain either, but I suspect you already knew that.”
She watched his Adam´s apple move as he swallowed, and knew, with certainty, that he wasn´t prepared to discuss the psychological mechanisms behind this encounter. She decided to let him off the hook, for now, saving this knowledge for future use. Such an intelligent, complex man. She inwardly promised herself she would refine her methods to the point of perfection, for her pleasure, and his.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
He sat back on his heels, waiting for her instructions, and she found she liked it. Really liked it.
Deliberately slow, she spread her legs as she slid down into a half-lying position, eyes never leaving his.
He gasped.
”May I speak, mistress?”
”Yes.”
”May I lick your cunt, mistress?”
She raised an eyebrow. ”If I say yes, professor, I own you. You´ll be mine to use as I see fit. Is that clear?”
”Yes, mistress.” No hesitation whatsoever. Interesting coming from a man like him.
”Very well then.” Her almost non-existing dress unraveled and left her neither parts bare.
^^^^^^^^^^TBC^^^^^^^^^^
Team: Death Eaters in killer stilettos
Challenge: sub!Snape
Rating: NC-17
Words: 100x16
Characters: Hermione and Severus
Disclaimer: Not mine
Warnings: Do I really have to? You know the drill: porn and powerplay.
A/N: For the lovely Lula, obviously =) As I always claim, I´m in love with dom!Snape, but yes, you´re right, sub!Snape iz hawtness too!
And, ladies, I´ve been thinking, we´re dealing with witches and wizards here, they don´t really need props, they can perform magic, right?! Think about it, we can make them do anything…such perfect dolls…;)
I split this in two parts. Why you ask? Well for one thing it´s crazy long (when does a series of drabbles outgrow itself and turn into something altogether different?), and then, well being seriously addicted to feedback, I cunningly figured I´d get some more lurve this way… C´mon, hit me!
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
He sighed tiredly and rubbed the bridge of his nose in apparent frustration. She thought he looked exhausted.
”Miss Granger, I have allowed you to stay behind after every lesson during the last month. You have free access to this room several nights a week and you may collect a large number of ingredients from the storage room as long as you tell me why you need them. I think I´ve been fairly generous.”
He sounded reasonable, but she detected a dangerous tone underneath the civilized polish he´d been sporting since this begun and really, she found that rather soothing.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
She moved closer to him, put her hands on his desk and leaned over, her face calm and serious but her heart racing like mad. She knew she would have to play her cards absurdly right to make her plan work, but then again, she had so much more to win than to lose.
”Professor, don´t ever think I´m not grateful. I know full well you´ve allowed me liberties far greater than you´ve given anyone else and I really do appreciate it. But you misunderstand me. I´m not here tonight to ask for extended privileges, I´m here to thank you.”
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
As she spoke, her ordinary school robes transformed into something completely different. Beginning a her throat an intricate pattern of thin silk ropes emerged and snaked their way down her body, leaving her dressed in an illusion of evening wear that left little to imagination.
Tearing his eyes away from the near-naked breasts currently filling most of his visual field, her professor seemed profoundly shaken.
”Get…get dressed now! And get out!” His usually so well-measured voice was a high-pitched mess.
She leaned closer and smirked. The door behind her slamming shut, wards clicking in place.
”Say please,” Hermione answered cooly.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
A flick of her wand and he was trapped in his chair, gagged with a black silk strap.
The flash in his eyes almost broke her. Almost. But a thrilling sensation rippled through her body and it won out.
If I´m wrong he´ll expel me, she thought. Or kill me.
”Here´s how this is going to work, professor,” she said, moving around the table and seating herself ontop of it in front of him, resting her feet on his thighs, ”I do the talking, and you listen. See, it´s really very easy: I decide, you obey. Nod if you understand.”
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
He managed a crazed expression of dumbfounded rage, but she didn´t wait for his answer.
As she locked her eyes with his, her very reasonable shoes changed into black leather boots with silver straps, the soft material clinging to her legs with abandon, showing off her calves in the most flattering way.
The rich sense of new leather filled the air. His nostrils flared.
She mercilessly dug her madly high stiletto heels into his thighs, a fine mist of spit hitting his face as she repeated:
”Nod if you understand!”
A dizzyingly long pause, and then, an almost indiscernible nod.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
”Good,” she licked her lips and smiled, ”you´ll be glad to know this pleases me very much.”
She pointed her wand at his chest and he flinched.
”Now…Severus…these buttons, they really are extremely annoying.”
She ran her wand down the stern row of buttons and watched them melt away under its touch. Another gracious swirl of the wand and every piece of clothing poured off him like black water, dissolving as they hit the floor.
He shivered involuntarily. From the cold or from being at her mercy, she could not tell.
Her eyes roamed him greedily.
”Perfect, ” she purred.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
She rose and withdrew, all business now.
”Move to the floor,” she nodded, indicating a spot in front of the table, ”on your knees, hands on the back of your head.”
Releasing him, she chose not to aim her wand at him, knowing full well that this was the crucial moment.
But he stood, all luminescent paleness, with averted eyes. And then, with a nod, moved to obey.
She left him there for awhile, watching the moonlight play across his angelic skin, so beautifully contrasted by his raven hair.
When she finally approached him she felt almost giddy with power.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
She crouched behind him, fanning her breath along his spine, watching in fascination as goose-bumps broke out in its trail.
He slowly flexed his hands.
”Don´t move!” she barked ”or I´ll have to punish you!”
A pause. Then he flexed them again.
She smirked.
And moved to stand in front of him.
”Look at me,” she said. His head snapped up and basking in the heat of his full attention, she extended her hands, her nails growing, sculpting themselves into sharp silver knives.
His eyes widened and he let out a gasp. She felt like an ancient goddess of revenge.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
She ran her silver-clad fingers through his impossibly soft hair. He shivered under her touch as she gently stroked his narrow cheeks, exploring the strange contrast between the skin-to-skin and the metal-to-skin contact.
”This,” she whispered sincerely, ”is going to hurt.”
He looked up at her with an almost child-like trust in his dark eyes. She ran her fingers further down his body. Adding pressure, she dug her nails into his chest, leaving red trails of blood as she slid downwards.
He didn´t move but his breathing became strained.
She bent and licked the blood.
”You did good,” she praised.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
As she continued to lovingly lick his wounds clean, she softly cupped his balls, feeling his cock twitch at the unexpected touch. She scraped the soft skin, teasing his most sensitive parts with the dangerous silver sharpness.
Suddenly he lost balance and moved his arms from the requested position as he mumbled something inaudible.
Alarmed, she looked up at him. He really looked dead pale. Quickly she helped him to lay down on the floor, relief flooding her as she saw the blood return to his face.
She draped herself across him, warming him.
”Such a delicate flower,” she tsked.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
When she was fairly sure he felt alright she bit her lip and asked musingly:
”What am I going to do with you? You move…you attempt to talk. Such a poor slave, you can´t even endure punishment properly.”
In one gracious movement she rose and stood over him, placing one of her boots over his throat, again metal met compliant skin.
”I could walk all over you, but you´d just faint on me, wouldn´t you? And where´s the fun in that? No,” she said, wiggling her boot experimentally, ”you tell me. How can I punish you to amuse me?”
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
”I…I´m sorry,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically hoarse as he continued; ”I´ll try to behave better…mistress.”
”Yeees,” she purred, ”I do believe you will. Now, what about your punishment?”
He hesitated, but then inhaled sharply. She imagined he let down yet another shield in this game, like she was robbing him of his oh-so-precious dignity, pealing off his hard self-protection, layer by layer. She longed to know his core, the true man underneath.
”Maybe,” he whispered, ”maybe I should lick your boots, mistress?”
A surge of power ran through her. He´d expressed a wish.
She smiled cruelly. ”Ask nicely, slave!”
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
He scrambled to find a suitably submissive position.
”Please, mistress. Please!” he begged.
She sighed. ”So pathetic,” she said, toeing his chin lightly. ”So needy…I really oughtn´t reward you like this, but I do like it when you crawl and beg…” He stayed put and she kicked him, impatiently. ”Well? Lick then!”
And so he did. For the longest time. She summoned his chair and sat back, watching him work. He moved his tongue over the supple, black leather in broad strokes, working his way from toes, to arch, to heel and then upwards, warming her through the luxurious material.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
He seemed to enjoy himself immensely, fully committing himself to the task, his eyes closed and his hands cupping her stiletto-clad heel almost reverently.
She noted that he displayed a rather mighty erection.
So, she thought, a pronounced leather-fetishism, good to know.
”Enough!” she finally said, and he jumped, startled out of his concentration.
”What´s that, you filthy slave?” she said pointing at his erection. ”Are you turned on by this? Gods, you disgust me!”
Two ugly red spots appeared on his cheeks and she realised that he was embarrassed, but she wasn´t about to back down now, was she?
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
”This, professor,” she said, deliberately using his title, thinking he might as well get used to further embarrassment, ”this isn´t about pleasure, it´s actually not about pain either, but I suspect you already knew that.”
She watched his Adam´s apple move as he swallowed, and knew, with certainty, that he wasn´t prepared to discuss the psychological mechanisms behind this encounter. She decided to let him off the hook, for now, saving this knowledge for future use. Such an intelligent, complex man. She inwardly promised herself she would refine her methods to the point of perfection, for her pleasure, and his.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
He sat back on his heels, waiting for her instructions, and she found she liked it. Really liked it.
Deliberately slow, she spread her legs as she slid down into a half-lying position, eyes never leaving his.
He gasped.
”May I speak, mistress?”
”Yes.”
”May I lick your cunt, mistress?”
She raised an eyebrow. ”If I say yes, professor, I own you. You´ll be mine to use as I see fit. Is that clear?”
”Yes, mistress.” No hesitation whatsoever. Interesting coming from a man like him.
”Very well then.” Her almost non-existing dress unraveled and left her neither parts bare.
^^^^^^^^^^TBC^^^^^^^^^^