That Certain Urge
Chapter Nine
Severus Snape had a problem - three in fact. Problem one was called Urge One a gentlemen proper who wanted to get laid but only if it was the right thing at the right time. Urge Two was a submissive prat who only wanted to get laid but as much as it wanted to get laid it also wanted to surrender outright. Urge Three was a dominant alpha male who wanted to chuck the game, hoist the very willing wench over his shoulder, throw her on the chaise and show her who her man was for the next 24 hours or until something vital dropped off out of sheer exhaustion, whichever came first. The Gent, the Prat and the Wolf all sat on the advisory board he called his mind or the Board for short.
As different as they were, they shared a common mission tonight - seduction, satisfaction and seconds. After all, he had withstood weeks of prolonged foreplay. He had every intention of fulfilling his promise tonight one way or another.
Gent: How did we ever underestimate her? It is such a little change, go on agree to it, old chap.
Wolf: Well, does it matter. You're in for it now. She wants it so badly just do it already.
Prat: Take it and fall at her feet. She doesn't look inclined to taking prisoners after what you just pulled.
Severus Snape, worldly potions master extraordinaire, took his imaginary cudgel and bludgeoned the annoying urges into temporary silence. He studied his options. He could agree to her new rule or not. It wasn't against any rule that he knew merely a restatement. If he didn't agree, it would be tantamount to admitting defeat. Hermione was growing impatient he could see.
He made his decision and said "Very well, Hermione, as you wish. The loser of the hand will enact the bets he or she placed during the forfeit for the entire allowed time period. The bets will supercede the no touching rule where applicable."
Hermione nodded and proceeded to deal out the cards. A face up ace of spades and a face down for her. A face up jack of hearts and a face down for him. Hermione looked down at her cards and consciously mimicking Snape in their first game said "The first bet sets the tone for the rest of the game. I raise you one flirtatious fellatio no hands whatsoever on target object for fifteen minutes nonstop."
Snape whose mouth was open and ready to say his bet hesitated as his board bombarded him with questions and comments.
Gent: Stay calm. Focus on the game. She's got an ace.
Prat: Flirtatious? What does that mean exactly?
Wolf: It doesn't matter what it is. I'm with Gent for once. Keep your mind on the game and win!
Prat: Is it gentle or rough?
Wolf: I'm open to either. Hands, Severus, bet in some handwork!
Prat: Have we ever had that kind before?
Gent: Can the chatter, both of you!
Snape's curiosity got the better of him and he had to ask "Please clarify your definition of flirtatious, Ms Granger."
"You don't know?"
"I'm sure that I'm familiar with it. Perhaps, under a different name. Describe it please."
Hermione looked him straight and said "It's a variation, Professor. Lots of tongue and lip action but no suction or undue pressure and, by the way, to mouth depth only."
The answer was immediately received and processed by the Board whose only comment was a collective "Damn, no hands!"
After that what else could he do but reciprocate with, "I see your bet with the female equivalent. I raise you with a feather of variable speed in lieu of tongue for the first five minutes followed by tongue for ten minutes with little or no depth but variable speeds and technique, no hand or fingers."
Without further ado, she dealt out two face up cards - a queen of spades for her and a jack of clubs for him. They both went up a ledge and the water was now waist high.
Prat: The fates are not being kind. Lie down and howl like the dog you are.
Gent: No way but to play this one out, my boy.
Wolf: Bet in a sixty nine position. She might bite. I can hope can't I?
Gent: The question is not whether she'll bite but will she let go?
Wolf: True, this one seems quite intense.
Prat: Based on her description, I don't believe we've encountered this before. I'll take notes.
Hermione's bet was "Let's keep this simple. I raise same as before but beyond mouth depth or as much as I can take whichever you prefer."
Without hesitation the Board rose to cheer him on. Snape replied with a level voice "I agree. Simplicity is, of course, best. I see your bet and raise you as before but in a sixty-nine position as far in as I can go or as much as you can take pre-orgasm with fingers."
"Points for originality. I didn't think about that possibility, Professor," Hermione pointed out. "Thinking of two for the price of one, are we?"
She dealt out one face up. Up for her was a five of spades and for him a two of hearts. They both went up one ledge and were now conveniently at hip depth in the water.
Gent: We have her, men! We can win with a pair.
Prat: Yes, yes, put me out of my misery.
Wolf: Come on, bet in some hand work, will you? I'll be very, very good, I promise.
"I bet you the same and raise you light suction and pressure." Hermione offered.
Snape ignored an overly voluable and insistent Wolf and bet with "I see your light suction and pressure and raise you an orgasm."
They both went up a ledge and the water was at midthigh.
"Is fifteen minutes enough, Professor?" she asked. "I usually don't ... I mean no one has ever been able to induce one on me that way before."
"One must hit the correct spots with the right frequency and speed and know just the right moment to apply suction with just enough pressure, Miss Granger." Snape answered. "Shall we?"
With that they both flipped their down cards up. Her hand was an ace of spades, a seven of hearts, a queen of spades, a two of diamonds and a five of spades. His hand was a jack of hearts, a nine of diamonds, a jack of clubs, a nine of spades and a two of hearts.
Gent: Two pair beats a high card. That was close.
Prat: I'm ready for my fifteen minutes now! How do you want me?
Wolf: But no hands. I wanted hands.
Gent: Solos were getting so tiresome. Show more gratitude, Wolf.
Prat: Where is my notebook?
Hermione looked over him, wetted her lips. "Hmm .. it seems like all the parts I need are above the water, Professor, very much above the water." Before he could react, she swam over and pressed him down into a reclining position.
"Your depth preference, Professor?" she asked.
"I prefer what any male in his right mind prefers, Ms Granger. Do your utmost best." His hands grabbed on to the pool sides as she proceeded to apply her lost forfeit onto his willing and ready body.
The candles flickered once. The room was steamy but his better parts were entering an even hotter nirvana.
Gent: Think of England, mother England. You have two more hands of poker to go.
Wolf: This is her idea of light?
Prat: If she's this good with no hands, I am going to be one happy dead man.
She spent the first few minutes memorizing the shape, heft and feel of him.
Gent: She's very analytical.
Wolf: It's always the quiet ones you have to watch out for.
After her initial survey, Hermione got to the business of ponying up her forfeiture with great enthusiasm. She placed her hands on either side of his hips to keep her balance and keep her hands from roaming.
Gent: The ramparts are under attack! Hold on, hold on, men! Don't give in.
Prat: Go ahead and move those hips. Show her how good that feels.
Wolf: More, want more, come on ... harder ... longer!
Gent: Keep control. Don't let her know you're putty in her hands!
Prat: I can do putty! I want to do putty! I need putty!
As if heeding his avaricious Board members, the suction that had begun so slightly and hesitantly, increased in power and confidence. His hips lost the battle and he arched towards her.
Her knuckles were white as she gripped the ledge edge striving to resist the temptation to use her hands to their most useful effect. If she did, she'd lose the game entirely. But she so wanted to drive him over the edge first. She consciously relaxed her throat and plunged downward.
Gent: Retreat is not an option! Retreat is for weaklings and cowards! Lord Nelson beat worse odds than this.
Prat: By Merlin's everything, take it all!
Wolf: She wants to play hard, eh? Come and get it then!
Gent: Stay strong!
Wolf: Never been stronger, Gent. Oh!
Tension coiled in his belly while arousal was reigning unchecked below. Every pleasurable sensation she evoked travelled from his middle then outward increasing his arousal almost to the breaking point. To Hermione's credit she was living up to every term of the forfeiture and he could find no apparent fault with her technique.
Gent: Picture Cornelius Fudge naked ! This is for national wizarding pride ! Are you a man or a mouse ?
Prat: Squeak. Groan. Sigh. Moan. Squeak!
Wolf: Oh, hell ! Here comes the pressure! Hold on!
Gent: I continue to be amazed by modern women.
Wolf: And she's worried about performance anxiety? We should be so lucky.
Prat: Oh! Just right, that's it!. sigh
Snape was frantically trying to remember why he made a vow to not "lose" it while at the same time finding the wherewithal to breathe in and breathe out.
The reason escaped him and shortly the vow was for naught as Hermione, sensing how close he was and knowing that time was running out, put everything she had into the last few minutes. As the candle flickered twice, Snape lost his vow. Fortunately, Hermione was prepared and it didn't go to waste. Waste not, want more.
Gent: Raise the flag, men, raise the flag.
Prat: I can't feel my legs. Where are they?
Wolf: Let the chit beware, my turn will come!
Gent: Prat! Did you take good notes?
Prat: whimper
Gent: Prat!?
Prat: silence
Wolf: He's unconscious.