"I'm deadly serious. And I need to know. Tell me Severus, what do you want?" She was almost pleading now. Her eyes were hungry and wild but held just a touch of apprehension.
It was too much. He couldn't resist her any longer and it seemed neither of them wanted him to. "Everything," he growled and surged forward to capture her lips in a searing kiss.
Heaven. His body felt overcome with every good feeling he'd ever had or imagined. But it wasn't enough, it only amped up his desire. Their lips were locked in a duel to see who would break first. He didn't need air, he could subsist on her hot breath alone. Her moans and mewling only spurred his need higher. He vaguely perceived other noises too and realized he must be making them. He had her pinned to the wall with the water swirling about erratically from their movements but it wasn't enough.
He slipped his hands between her thighs in one fluid motion and placed her legs around his waist. She clamped them together and immediately her core began undulating upon his erection. Yes, that was better. The wet fabric of her top caused a strange, slick friction across his chest, stimulating his nipples in an almost uncomfortable way. Without thought, he pulled her top down and began to worship her breasts. Her cries, no longer muffled, filled the night as he took one slippery breast in his hand and latched on to to the other's nipple with his needy mouth. He began to suck in rhythm to the movements of his hips as he thrust and ground against her heat. She tore at his back with her fingers trying to find more leverage to thrust back, to grind her pussy into his iron length until she was sated.
Still it wasn't enough. His hands grasped her buttocks and began to grind her harder against him as he began suckling her other breast. She was pinned between his hands, the wall and his body. He was as close as he could get without being inside her yet was still frantic with a manic need for more. His fingers plunged inside those criminally tiny bottoms she wore and pulled them down as far as he could with her legs still grasping his torso. He let her breast pop from his mouth - a most gratifying sound - and lifted her by the waist onto the side of the pool above the water. He was eye level with his prize and knew a moment of pure savagery as he ripped the fabric down her legs until they were dangling from her ankles. He then looped her ankles over his shoulders and leaned in.
Some lucid part of his mind noticed she was propped up on her elbows, gyrating her hips, and working with her feet to get the bottoms off completely. The rest of his brain was consumed with the smell of her. He leaned his head into her center, his wet hair dragging across her thighs heightening the sensations. With his nose, he began to gently prod at her inner lips swollen and plump with need. She was jerking with little spasms and pleading with him, "yes, Severus, pleeasssse!!!!"
He nuzzled her inner thighs and pussy breathing in the scent of her. He thought nonsensically, "this is what Amortentia should always smell like." Her pleading went up an octave and he took pity on her and began to use his mouth. That taste! If he tasted nothing but this for the rest of his days he would be a happy man. It spurred him to greedier heights. His hands worked their way between her buttocks and the stone and he came out of the water further to better explore her treasure. His nose, lips and tongue worked in concert to ratchet up her pleasure. And his too, he was mindlessly grinding against the wall desperately needing any contact.
His tongue plunged in her entrance, swirling around in an attempt to gather every bit of her juices while his nose - yes, its size did come in handy sometimes - rotated around her engorged clitoris. Her legs now clamped around his head and her hands grabbed his hair yanking him to her as firmly as she could. She was reduced to a mewling, writhing mass of sensation crazed with necessity for him and a surge of triumph had him redoubling his efforts.
She was getting close, he could tell. She was using her feet for leverage on his shoulders and ramming her pussy in his face in a quest for more. He too was nearing a peak but a less satisfying one since he was only capable of humping the pool wall. He wanted her to come on his lips and in his mouth. He wanted to feel her orgasming, spasming on his tongue. He wanted to taste the completion granted only by him. He pulled his hand out from below her and inserted two fingers into her juicy channel ever so slowly. The feeling was so good he groaned into her nub making her jump with the vibration.
She was almost there. Her hips were pistoning up and down against his face and her hands were nearly pulling his hair out to keep him tethered to her. And the sounds she made; the unintelligible babble let him know she was past conscious thought. She was an animal composed of pure, physical need now and her only goal was completion. His fingers began twirling with each thrust and his mouth lowered to her smaller sphincter. His tongue circled it as she bucked underneath her. He dipped inside just a bit as she began to wail and then mercilessly he raised his mouth to her plumped clitoris and began to suck. That was all it took. He could hear her screams through ears covered by spasmodic thighs, he could feel her sheath clinching against his fingers, and he could detect a strong pulse in her nub as began to suck it more slowly and gently.
Her movements and sounds began to lessen in intensity but her hands were clawing and pulling him, trying to raise him up from the water and on top of her. He braced his hands on the ledge and pulled himself up as as she crab-walked back to accommodate him. He laid his body fully upon her and began kissing her again. She sucked her own essence away from his mouth while her feet worked to push his sodden pants down. Her need was just temporarily sated and rising again but his only relief had been her release and he needed more! Her bare body was so soft and warm under his but his knees were uncomfortable on the stone floor. Was it hurting her lying beneath him? He offhandedly wished for a bed as he continued battling her lips for dominance and once again grinding into her core with his underwear down past his hips but his cock still captured by the elastic.
He glanced up in hope of finding a more comfortable place to take her and was pleased to see there was a daybed against the wall between their rooms. With a destination in mind, he rose to his knees ignoring her cries to return and scooped her up against him and somehow brought himself to a standing position. Then he was moving to the bed and soon had her beneath him on the impossibly soft down, looming over her as he dipped his head to ravage her neck as her limbs wrapped about him pulling him onto her fully. It was amazing: the heat of her, the cool night air, the pulsing throb in his groin and the contrasting softness of this wonderful bed. Without a conscious attempt, synapses began firing in his brain and unwelcome connections were made. He suddenly realized he was no longer kissing her but had propped himself up on his elbows as she cajoled him to return. But he couldn't, something was wrong. He could feel it with a sick twisting in his stomach.
"Hermione!" He had to get through to her before they were too far gone.
"Severus, why are you stopping? I need you inside of me now!"
"We're being manipulated!", he said in a frantic rush.
That brought her out of her erotic haze a bit and she could only answer, "What?!?!"
"Can't you feel it? Don't you see? The pool, the bed, the...the overwhelming lust. We're not ourselves. We're being manipulated." The last sentence made him impossibly sad. He knew it took no manipulating of him to cause such a reaction to her but her transformation from a blushing woman to a full-fledged sex goddess bore explaining.
Her brows were now furrowed as she asked him, "Manipulated by whom?"
He knew a punch of shame as he prepared to answer because it was a misguided attempt to please him that this had all come about. "The castle." He couldn't even look her in the eye as he said it. He sat up quickly realizing suddenly what an inappropriate position he was in with her under the circumstances.
"The castle." She said slowly as if speaking to a moron. Maybe she was.
"Yes, it...". How to explain this. "It knows I want you and I believe, I know, it's manufactured this entire evening to please me."
"To please you." It unsettled him how suddenly still she was. How expressionless and forced her words had become. "Do you think I'm not capable of wanting you without the aid of the castle?" The last word was spat out as if a curse. He instinctually knew he must tread lightly now.
"I do want you and the castle knows this and it has somehow tricked you into believing you want me, too."
She pushed him off of her and stood suddenly, magnificent in her unclothed glory and radiating vitriol. He could only stare at her as blue sparks began to zap about her head. This was not good.
"So let me get this straight. You think I could not want you without being manipulated and you think me so weak-minded that the castle could push me into submitting to what would basically be a psychological form of rape. Oh, and let's not forget you think the Castle capable of this heinous crime." She was seething now and moved closer to him with an unholy light in her eyes as her entire aura seemed to crackle with blue flames. He knew a moment of pure dread.
"You don't know a damned thing, Severus Snape!," as she punctuated each word with a jab of her finger to his chest. "You do not know what is in my mind or in my heart and how dare you presume! How do you explain the fact that I've wanted you long before I returned? Huh, got an answer for that?!?!" He could only stare at her in growing horror. "Are you such an insecure, paranoid idiot that you see me naked and wanting before you and all you can come up with is some pathetic conspiracy theory? The castle! You say you want me but you can't accept that I want you in return when I'm coming on your goddamned face?!?"
The volume of that last sentence seemed to bring her back to herself a bit and she let out a shuttering sigh while wrapping her arms around herself protectively, sheets of wet hair a shroud about her. The blue flames dying to a dull flicker. She looked at him with a curled lip and spit out, "You need to get your shit together. Don't bother me until you do."
And with that she was gone with the slam of her door echoing in his ears. He was numb from the shock of all that had transpired. For a moment, he couldn't move but only feel the profound loss of her. What had he done?!?!
He shakily stood to begin making his way back to his rooms and noticed his gait was impeded by his soggy pants cinched around his hips and his somehow still erect cock bobbing upwards hopefully. "What the fuck are you looking at?" he growled as he awkwardly hitched his underwear up and waddled uncomfortably to his rooms.