50 Shades of Fruit
Chapter One: Orange passion
He walked down the hall to the dungeon, his mind in turmoil. 'What is wrong with me?' He was thinking. 'Why do I have to be so in love with her? She never even notices me.' Ginny walked into the dungeon, suddenly her clothes blew away. His heart rate increased at the sight of her body. She was a carrot haired woman, but that kind of carrot wasn't what Snape wanted. He reached into the fridge and pulled out the one, the only one he had ever loved, carrot.
"Eat it you whore" he moaned to Ginny, his black robes swirled around him in anticipation. She slowly took the carrot and started to suck on the tip. It was so juicy and healthy, full of fibres and vitamin A. Snape reached into his pants and started to moan at the sight of the carrot the silky smooth orange-ness turned him on.
He knew it was forbidden. He knew it couldn't happen. But he so wanted it to. The forbidden-ness of his lust made it so much dirtier.
Ginny started to peel the carrot, all its shaving falling on her naked body, but Snape only had eyes for the carrot, its moist nutritious flesh glistening wet, begging for more. "Wingardium Leviosa" he said. The carrot shavings floated around Ginny, encompassing her in a whirlwind of orange. Swirling and twirling and swirling and forming the letters S-E-X.
Snape couldn't take it anymore He ripped his clothes off and revealed his washboard abs; his monstrous wand was sticking out. He pushed Ginny aside and grabbed the carrot. It was so dirty. He was unsure how to do it. He pulled it close, his veins were throbbing. He looked into the grooves of the carrot, and stuck it in his mouth
"You dirty slut, I bet you taste great in a stir fry" he moaned seductively into its groove. Pure ecstasy was what he felt. He could never remember feeling this way his blood rushed through his veins. "What about me?" shrieked Ginny. "Fek u hore" Snape shouted. The thought of carrot in a spring roll made him, if possible, even harder. "Do you evn lift?" he moaned.
He could sense the longing in the carrot almost as much as his own longing he sniffed it, taking in the lush, earthy smell. It smelt like hope and slut saliva. He studied it's every surface; he rubbed his sexy, greasy nose all over it and then licked it until his tongue could lick no more. His nose hooked around the carrot, bringing it closer to his gaping mouth. Ever ready for the taste, the sweet, luxurious taste.
His teeth scraped along the skin. The carrot was begging for it, he knew it. He wanted to prolong this moment, inhaling the sweet aroma of a turned on carrot. He knew he could get better eyesight through the consumption of vitamin A, and that made him hornier. He wanted the carrot. He needed the carrot, more than air. He wanted the spectacular vision.
He inhaled its very essence into his soul. He forgot about Lily, everything was carrot to him, it possessed his being, all thoughts were of carrot. He couldn't take it any longer. He jizzed all over the carrot repeatedly. It was speckled in white. He knew that this would be the best moment in his life, this perfect feeling could never be topped. He rubbed his semen into the grooves of the carrot. Ginny crawled over and tried to get some but he pushed her away. His semen was for the carrot and the carrot alone.