Exotic Tastes
Title: Exotic Tastes
Team Name: Order of the Phoenix
Word Count: 100 X 5
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Foot Fetish Challenge
Characters: Hermione/Severus
Authors Notes: Yeah. I went there.
It had taken Hermione some time to become comfortable with her husband.
His tastes bordered upon the exotic.
She was lounging against a stack of pillows with her husband lying between her legs with his head resting upon her lap. Her knees were bent, and he cradled her feet in his hands.
Pressing the soles together, he brought her luscious soft skin to his nose.
“You smell of lavender” he noted.
He liked her body lotion.
He drew the sides of her feet up and down across his lips, enjoying their smooth texture.
Her toenails were painted a deep purple.
SSHGSSHGSSHGSSHG
Hermione placidly massaged her husband’s scalp whilst he drew her toes, one by one, into his warm mouth.
That action did not excite her, but she always grew wet knowing Severus became increasingly more aroused as he worshiped her feet.
“I can smell you, my bird. Tell me you like my tongue on the pads of your toes.”
“Yes, luv. You make me feel very wanted. Every part of my body aches for your touch.”
Her breathy response seemed contrived, but she loved her husband too much to respond in any other manner.
“I wish to fuck your feet, Hermione.”
SSHGSSHGSSHGSSHG
She knew by now he would never demand this of her.
This was a gift she could offer him, something intimate that only they shared.
There was no sexual release for her when they engaged in foot play, yet she felt closer to Severus while enjoying this fetish than with any other person.
Hermione took great pride in knowing her husband trusted her with his secret.
Hermione propped herself up on her elbows. Severus turned to kneel between her thighs. She held her feet loosely together, sole to sole, and bent her knees, bringing her feet up into the air.
SSHGSSHGSSHGSSHG
He placed his larger hands over hers and pressed down, creating a vice as his cock thrust through the space between her feet.
Hermione watched with fascination as the head of his prick preceded the seven inches of shaft that pistoned back and forth through her faux pussy. His glans would grow red, then drip moisture across her chest.
She flexed her toes. She knew he could feel her doing it.
She drew her thumbs up and brushed his slit. “Fuck me, Hermione, I want to come. You are so. Godsdamned. Fucking. GOOD.”
“Show me, Severus. Show me how good.”
SSHGSSHGSSHGSSHG
Afterwards, Severus always cradled Hermione in his arms, kissing her curly hair and chanting words of love to his most understanding wife.
After some time, he would draw her desires from her, stroking, suckling, kissing, and whispering the dirtiest words in her petite ear.
He would fuck her slow, strong, and properly. He wasn’t satisfied until her vagina cramped sweetly around his penis.
She was so generous. And marriage was reciprocal. She had special tastes as well.
He would never complain about the ache in his thigh as she rode ‘horsey’ upon his knee.
Hermione enjoyed playing Daddy’s Little Girl.
Team Name: Order of the Phoenix
Word Count: 100 X 5
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Foot Fetish Challenge
Characters: Hermione/Severus
Authors Notes: Yeah. I went there.
It had taken Hermione some time to become comfortable with her husband.
His tastes bordered upon the exotic.
She was lounging against a stack of pillows with her husband lying between her legs with his head resting upon her lap. Her knees were bent, and he cradled her feet in his hands.
Pressing the soles together, he brought her luscious soft skin to his nose.
“You smell of lavender” he noted.
He liked her body lotion.
He drew the sides of her feet up and down across his lips, enjoying their smooth texture.
Her toenails were painted a deep purple.
SSHGSSHGSSHGSSHG
Hermione placidly massaged her husband’s scalp whilst he drew her toes, one by one, into his warm mouth.
That action did not excite her, but she always grew wet knowing Severus became increasingly more aroused as he worshiped her feet.
“I can smell you, my bird. Tell me you like my tongue on the pads of your toes.”
“Yes, luv. You make me feel very wanted. Every part of my body aches for your touch.”
Her breathy response seemed contrived, but she loved her husband too much to respond in any other manner.
“I wish to fuck your feet, Hermione.”
SSHGSSHGSSHGSSHG
She knew by now he would never demand this of her.
This was a gift she could offer him, something intimate that only they shared.
There was no sexual release for her when they engaged in foot play, yet she felt closer to Severus while enjoying this fetish than with any other person.
Hermione took great pride in knowing her husband trusted her with his secret.
Hermione propped herself up on her elbows. Severus turned to kneel between her thighs. She held her feet loosely together, sole to sole, and bent her knees, bringing her feet up into the air.
SSHGSSHGSSHGSSHG
He placed his larger hands over hers and pressed down, creating a vice as his cock thrust through the space between her feet.
Hermione watched with fascination as the head of his prick preceded the seven inches of shaft that pistoned back and forth through her faux pussy. His glans would grow red, then drip moisture across her chest.
She flexed her toes. She knew he could feel her doing it.
She drew her thumbs up and brushed his slit. “Fuck me, Hermione, I want to come. You are so. Godsdamned. Fucking. GOOD.”
“Show me, Severus. Show me how good.”
SSHGSSHGSSHGSSHG
Afterwards, Severus always cradled Hermione in his arms, kissing her curly hair and chanting words of love to his most understanding wife.
After some time, he would draw her desires from her, stroking, suckling, kissing, and whispering the dirtiest words in her petite ear.
He would fuck her slow, strong, and properly. He wasn’t satisfied until her vagina cramped sweetly around his penis.
She was so generous. And marriage was reciprocal. She had special tastes as well.
He would never complain about the ache in his thigh as she rode ‘horsey’ upon his knee.
Hermione enjoyed playing Daddy’s Little Girl.