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phantismaOkay...also not sure this is what you wanted Jen, but well....here it is...and I'll leave it to you to decide who the two PA members actually are....
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: She wanted at least two PA members and hot professor action...she got two female PA members, unnamed, and Snape
Ratings: Way, very NC-17
Summary: Kinky magic sex stuff
When in need of lessons, I am told, it is wise to seek out a teacher. Thus it was that we journeyed to a school, in search of a professor. Of course, what I was to learn was not on any curriculum, even at such an unconventional school as Hogwarts.
She promised me that I would learn to let go, to release myself to the passion of touch and the pleasure of pain. This was her birthday present to me. Severus Snape was a man who enjoyed the giving of pain, but I had known that going in. I hadn’t known the extent of his skill, nor expected the artistry with which he wielded words and fingers and wand in order to transport his…victim to heights unheard of, even in the fairly experienced circles we traveled in.
I strained against the invisible restraints that held me inches from the ground, my arms out stretched to either side, half to escape the delicious torment of a hundred tiny tongues dancing across my skin, half to try to direct those tongues where I desired them most.
His voice slithered across my skin, slick with sweat, a distinct counterpoint to the sound and sensation of the flogger in his hand as it lazily slapped against my bare thigh. “I do not think you are paying enough attention to your lesson.”
My eyes darted to hers. She watched, her smile sly as I writhed under his ministrations. The lesson was hers, only delivered by the pale professor and his penchant for interesting applications of magic. He glanced over his shoulder at her and she nodded.
A flick of his wand and the feathers returned. I closed my eyes as they floated closer, sweeping over delicate places until one of them found the spot between my shoulder blades. I trembled in my bonds as they glazed over the skin, scarcely touching. There were nights when that spot was all I needed to orgasm, and she knew it.
I couldn’t stop the whimpering rising in my throat as the feathery massage was interrupted by something sharp, scratching across the same spot, then the feathers returned, and back to the sharp. I was breathing heavily. I opened my eyes, surprised to find her there in front of me, her mouth open as she licked her lips, her eyes meeting mine. I was vaguely aware of his presence as she closed her mouth over my nipple, already erect and red from previous play.
His hand was cold against my hot skin as he slid it up my thigh. “Much better,” he muttered as she pulled guttural sounds from me. He slipped around behind me, his free hand cupping my ass as he watched his handiwork. I could hear the hiss of his breath, the touch of his hand, slipping between my legs to stroke my wetness. The dance of sharp and soft continued, and her lips joined the tiny, invisible tongues of his spell.
When her fingers found my clit and squeezed it gently, the sensory overload was too much and I came in a rush, yelling out involuntarily as it swept through me, straining against the magic that held me as I rode against their continued assault. I trembled as a second orgasm swept through me, then gasped as I dropped from the restraints. Snape cussed and stalked toward the knock on the door, his spells dissipating as I fell into her arms and we collapsed in a heap on the floor.
Her kiss was soft, gentle and she held me while I shook. When it passed and I could breath normally again, she tweaked a nipple and whispered in my ear, “Happy Birthday.”
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: She wanted at least two PA members and hot professor action...she got two female PA members, unnamed, and Snape
Ratings: Way, very NC-17
Summary: Kinky magic sex stuff
When in need of lessons, I am told, it is wise to seek out a teacher. Thus it was that we journeyed to a school, in search of a professor. Of course, what I was to learn was not on any curriculum, even at such an unconventional school as Hogwarts.
She promised me that I would learn to let go, to release myself to the passion of touch and the pleasure of pain. This was her birthday present to me. Severus Snape was a man who enjoyed the giving of pain, but I had known that going in. I hadn’t known the extent of his skill, nor expected the artistry with which he wielded words and fingers and wand in order to transport his…victim to heights unheard of, even in the fairly experienced circles we traveled in.
I strained against the invisible restraints that held me inches from the ground, my arms out stretched to either side, half to escape the delicious torment of a hundred tiny tongues dancing across my skin, half to try to direct those tongues where I desired them most.
His voice slithered across my skin, slick with sweat, a distinct counterpoint to the sound and sensation of the flogger in his hand as it lazily slapped against my bare thigh. “I do not think you are paying enough attention to your lesson.”
My eyes darted to hers. She watched, her smile sly as I writhed under his ministrations. The lesson was hers, only delivered by the pale professor and his penchant for interesting applications of magic. He glanced over his shoulder at her and she nodded.
A flick of his wand and the feathers returned. I closed my eyes as they floated closer, sweeping over delicate places until one of them found the spot between my shoulder blades. I trembled in my bonds as they glazed over the skin, scarcely touching. There were nights when that spot was all I needed to orgasm, and she knew it.
I couldn’t stop the whimpering rising in my throat as the feathery massage was interrupted by something sharp, scratching across the same spot, then the feathers returned, and back to the sharp. I was breathing heavily. I opened my eyes, surprised to find her there in front of me, her mouth open as she licked her lips, her eyes meeting mine. I was vaguely aware of his presence as she closed her mouth over my nipple, already erect and red from previous play.
His hand was cold against my hot skin as he slid it up my thigh. “Much better,” he muttered as she pulled guttural sounds from me. He slipped around behind me, his free hand cupping my ass as he watched his handiwork. I could hear the hiss of his breath, the touch of his hand, slipping between my legs to stroke my wetness. The dance of sharp and soft continued, and her lips joined the tiny, invisible tongues of his spell.
When her fingers found my clit and squeezed it gently, the sensory overload was too much and I came in a rush, yelling out involuntarily as it swept through me, straining against the magic that held me as I rode against their continued assault. I trembled as a second orgasm swept through me, then gasped as I dropped from the restraints. Snape cussed and stalked toward the knock on the door, his spells dissipating as I fell into her arms and we collapsed in a heap on the floor.
Her kiss was soft, gentle and she held me while I shook. When it passed and I could breath normally again, she tweaked a nipple and whispered in my ear, “Happy Birthday.”
