Friday, December 4th, 1981
Severus woke up hours later, feeling unusually comfortable; his body wasn't burning in need and his cock- well, he was hard, but it wasn't anything near the insistent painful erection he had been having lately.
He blinked, not immediately recognising the bedroom he was waking up in. Then he turned on the bed and found a warm body close to his.
Florence.
She was lying on her side, facing him, the beautiful jade necklace back around her neck.
Severus brushed some hair off of her face and just looked at her. She was his – that was the biggest certainty of his life – and he was never letting her run away from him again. He'd get her to marry him and keep her barefoot and pregnant for the next five years.
She chuckled as she got a glimpse of his thoughts in her mind, opening her eyes, "Will you now?"
"Yes, I will," he smiled, getting her wand from the nightstand, "How was that spell again? Oh, yes, Menta spiritus," he cast, touching his lips and then hers, before putting her wand back on the nightstand and kissing her slowly, savouring the touch of her tongue against his.
Florence caressed his hair, turning her head to the side to kiss him deeper, while his hands touched her body; he cupped a breast and rolled her nipple with his thumb before touching the heart-shaped gemstone of her necklace.
"I'm glad to see it back. I never want to see it leave your neck again," he said.
"Don't ever act like a jealous dickhead again and it won't," she replied, with a glare.
He chuckled and moved his hand down, caressing the curve of her waist and going lower to grab her ass, feeling her rub her pussy on his thigh.
But she suddenly stopped moving, grimacing, "I'm all sticky."
"Yes, you are," he smirked.
"Don't you sound proud of that," she said over his lips, shaking her head.
"I sure am," he nodded.
"Well, no more sex for you until I take a shower."
Severus quickly got up and took her in his arms, carrying her to the bathroom, making her laugh.
He put her down and kissed her, before turning around to turn on the shower.
Florence touched his strong back, unable to stop smiling, too happy to put into words what she was feeling having him there with her.
He turned to look at her.
"I know exactly how you're feeling, love," he kissed her, walking into the shower stall with her, "For I feel the same," he got the soap and began washing her body, kissing her lips.
"Look at this..." he whispered, touching between her legs, "you have a lot of cum in your thighs."
"I know. And I love it," she replied, rubbing her body on his, sighing at the feel of his hands washing her thighs and her pussy, his slippery hands caressing between her ass cheeks, "I love the feeling of having you throbbing and filling me up with cum," she cupped his balls, "I can never reach a satisfying orgasm by my own hands."
Severus seemed surprised by her words. "Is that so?"
She continued: "I bought toys, tried spells," she sighed when his hands washed her nipples, "Nothing makes me cum like you do."
He kissed her lips and pushed her against the wall, "No woman gets me this hard, Flor." He pulled one of her legs up and rubbed his dick on her entrance, "I want to put my dick up your cunt and never get it out," he pressed in, entering her slowly. "This is my pussy!"
Florence exhaled softly in pleasure.
He continued: "This are my tits," he sucked on her nipples, taking a moment to admire the imperial jade against her skin again; then he suddenly lifted her up against the wall and rammed into her, balls deep.
Florence wrapped her arms around his neck and trembled at the strong invasion, gasping and arching, her long wet hair sticking to her skin.
"Look at me!" he ordered.
And her light green eyes stared at him hungrily.
"You're mine, Florence," Severus growled, putting both hands under her ass, moving into her deep and slow.
"Yes! Faster!" she begged, "Slam that dick into me," she bit his bottom lip, pulling on his hair, "Fuck me. Hard!"
"You're a dream, gorgeous, sexy, and begging to be fucked," he moved faster and she moaned louder, "Tight cunt clenching on my dick," he grinded against her, and she gasped at the deep penetration, "Like that, don't you? Cock-hungry cunt."
"Yes! You fucking tease!" she shouted. "Shut up and fuck me!" she touched his shoulders, loving the feeling of his hard body against her soft one.
And he kept moving deep, never failing of hitting her cervix. She fisted a hand in his hair, "Fuck, yes! Severus..." her eyes closing as her orgasm build up with every deep stroke of his cock.
"Cum for me, love," he ordered, "Squeeze my dick deliciously and I'll reward you with hot cum."
And she screamed, he moved faster, fucking her through her climax and groaning when his dick jerked and spurted another huge load right at her cervix.
He helped her put her legs down and kissed her slowly as they enjoyed the post-orgasmic bliss under the hot water.
"Now I'm all sticky again," Florence whispered.
"I think you'd better get used to it, love," he said, holding her tight against him, "Because that'll be your new normal."
She smiled up at him, touching her necklace, sighing, drunk on sexual satisfaction and love for him.
Then they cleaned up and went to bed, both naked; her soft body hugging his side as Severus covered them with the duvet before they fell asleep midkiss.
A couple of hours later
Severus felt a pressure on his chest, too heavy to be Florence's head; so he slowly opened up his eyes to see what it was and found himself looking up at... himself?
Was he dreaming?
He blinked; there wasn't a lot of light in the room, the sun was up but the curtains were closed.
"Hey there," he whispered to his younger self, glancing at Florence who was still asleep beside him, his brain still trying to decide if he was dreaming or not.
"Why is mummy naked, Jamie?" another little boy asked from the other side of the bed.
And Severus froze, suddenly realising that he wasn't dreaming, he was awake and those were Florence's sons!
"I don't know, Nick," replied the boy sitting on Severus' chest, who was staring down at him again.
"Maybe dad knows," the other boy said.
"Shut it, Nick!" James whisper-shouted, "He doesn't know he's dad!" then the boy jumped off of Severus and ran towards his brother, "Let's get out of here! Maybe he didn't hear us!"
And the two little boys ran out of the bedroom, closing the door slowly.
Severus blinked at the spot where the kids had been, in shock, his heart pounding as he tried to understand what he had just seen and heard.
He looked at Florence and pondered if he should wake her up or not – he ended up deciding not to, for he still wasn't sure he hadn't dreamt all of that.
Using occlumency, so to not wake her up with his troubled thoughts, he got out of bed, walking into the living room – his mind going a mile a minute trying to make sense of what had just happened.
He looked around the living room but the twins weren't there, they had probably gone back to their room - if he hadn't dreamed them.
Then his eyes fell on the book about magical bonds he had taken with him the night before. Perhaps he'd find something in there to explain why her sons looked like him. Maybe because of the enchantment it was normal for Florence's kids to resemble him - even though he hadn't fathered them?
Severus sat on the sofa and opened the book, skimming through it for a few minutes until he reached the chapter about The Enchantment Bond. Then he stopped skimming and read attentively:
The bonded male may be able to impregnate other females that not his bonded mate, however it has been documented that if he is kept away from her for a long time or if their relationship is at risk, his body may begin to loathe the touch of others, only his mate's touches will be pleasurable and soothing – in more critical situations, even his own touch will cause him great discomfort.
"Well, that finally explains what was happening to me," he murmured, changing the page and reading on:
When we analyse the bonded female's body, however, a lot more changes can be identified than on her male counterpart. The body of the bonded female will never accept to carry to term the offspring of a male that isn't her fated one. Children from previous relationships have been documented, but once her magic identifies and connects to its other half, no offspring but that of her mate can ever find hospitable environment in her womb.
Severus stopped and re-read that paragraph three times, his heart in his throat the whole time.
He had been expecting to find something on the lines of "her kids may resemble her fated one", but, according to that old book, Florence couldn't have had kids with Sirius Black.
So that made her twin boys...
"My sons," he whispered, reading that last paragraph again and then staring at the fireplace, where the wood still burned, thanks to the house elves, "They are three years old," he said out loud, doing the math, "They were born in October of 78, so they had to be conceived in the beginning of that year."
His heart sank, for Florence had broken up with him months before the twins' conception.
"She started dating Black that January," he closed the book and put it on the sofa, feeling heartbroken; for a moment he had dared to dream that those boys were his, but there had to be another explanation for their looks, because Florence and he weren't a couple anymore in the beginning of 78.
Maybe the book is wrong; magic, after all, is volatile and there's the veela in Florence's blood that has to be taken into consideration.
1978. Severus kept trying to remember. I saw her the night of my birthday, when I got home and she was in my bed and we-
"My birthday!" he exclaimed, in shock.
"Today's your birthday?" he heard a sweet voice ask innocently, and looked up to see one of the boys there, the green-eyed one.
"No, no..." Severus looked at that little boy with his heart pounding, his mouth dry as he thought of what he was going to say to him now that he knew he was possibly his son, "I- I was just thinking of a birthday I had."
"A good one? You got good presents?"
"The best I've ever had," he said softly, getting closer to him, "You're Nicholas, right?"
"Yes," the boy smiled, "You got it right again! Some people get it wrong sometimes, but not you. It's probably because you're-" he stopped speaking, covering his own mouth with his hands, his green eyes looking up at him, suddenly scared.
Then Severus kneeled in front of the kid, to speak to him at his eye-level - and also because he wasn't sure his trembling knees were going to be able to keep him standing much longer, "It's because I'm your dad. Is that what you were going to say, Nick?" his voice soft, "It's ok, you can tell me."
"No," the little boy shook his head, "Mummy will be angry."
"She won't. I promise you," Severus put some strands of Nick's hair behind the boy's ear, noticing how it looked exactly like his own hair. He wanted to laugh and cry at the same time; but he had to calm himself down, he needed to talk to Florence, "Where's your brother?" he suddenly remembered there were two of them.
"I'll call him," Nick said, but he didn't move.
Severus frowned at that, but in seconds James was walking into the living room.
"What do you want, Nicky?" he asked, stopping when he saw Severus kneeling in front of his brother: "What did you tell him, Nick?" he ran to his brother's side, looking worried.
Nicholas shook his head, "I didn't tell him anything, Jamie. He says it's ok. That mummy won't be mad."
James frowned and looked at Severus, whispering again to his brother: "We don't really know if he's saying the truth!"
Severus couldn't stop the choked laughter that left his throat. Looking at James was like looking at a mirror that turned back time, no wonder he had thought earlier he had woken up staring at himself.
"It's alright, James," Severus said, "I'll talk to your mother when she wakes up," he thought about what he could do next, realising that the kids had to eat, "Do you want to have breakfast?"
"Yes! Mummy always lets us have bacon for breakfast," said James a little too fast.
Severus noticed how Nicholas looked at his brother with a frown, letting him learn two things: first, that that wasn't true and second, who was the trouble-maker out of the two of them.
Florence stirred in bed, feeling her body deliciously sore and remembering very well what was the reason for it - or better saying: who.
Turning onto her back, she opened her eyes, expecting to find Severus on the bed, but she was alone.
He must have gone to his morning class. She thought sleepily, getting up to use the bathroom.
Then she put on a dress and stopped in front of the mirror to admire her necklace; the jade was back on her neck and she touched it with a happy sigh.
She still had to decide what she was going to do next, but she really wanted to tell Severus everything.
Loud sounds from the living room brought her back to reality and had her checking the time, realizing the kids would be late if she didn't run; Eileen would soon be arriving to pick them up.
Severus was having a surreal breakfast with two kids that called him 'dad' as if that was something they had been doing all their lives.
He tried to wrap his head around it all but he couldn't, it was just too good to be true, he had to wait for Florence to wake up and then he'd talk to her.
Suddenly the flames in the fireplace turned green and Eileen walked out of them smiling, only to stop dead in her tracks at the scene in front of her.
"Severus!" she exclaimed, seeming terrified by the scene in front of her.
"Mother," he said with an arched eyebrow.
"Good morning, grandma!" the twins said in unison.
Eileen looked from the kids to her son and then back, shocked into speechlessness.
"Dad gave us breakfast today," said Nicholas, happily eating a piece of chocolate cake.
"Look, grandma! Bacon!" said James, one greasy slice of bacon in each hand.
She just breathed, quickly looking around the room for Florence.
"She's not up yet," Severus said, noticing her searching eyes, "You've always known, haven't you?" he asked, sounding more curious than angry.
Eileen didn't know what to say, she just took a deep breath and shook her head, walking to the table, grabbing her son's cup of coffee and taking a big gulp.
Then she sat between the twins, finally speaking: "We'd better wait for Florence."
Florence opened the door of her bedroom and stopped, blinking at the scene in front of her: Severus was at the table having breakfast with the twins, and Eileen was with them, looking thunderstruck.
"Mummy!" shouted Nicholas, running to give her a hug.
"Look, mum! Dad gave us bacon!" said James, stopping beside his brother right in front of her, brandishing a greasy slice.
She inhaled sharply, looking from the boys to Severus, who stared at her from the table, and then to Eileen, who was shaking her head.
"Don't look at me. I pretty much found the same scene as you and it nearly gave me a heart attack."
Florence looked at Severus again, but he had blocked her out with occlumency, she had no idea what he was thinking.
She looked once more at the twins; James had called him 'dad', the boys probably told him something! She had to think fast, she needed a reason to get the kids out of that room, for she didn't know what was about to happen.
"Did you know that today is pyjama day at school?" she blurted.
"Really?" asked James, looking at his grandma for confirmation.
"YES!" Eileen exclaimed, understanding that Florence was making that up to get them out of there, "Yes!" she got up and took their backpacks from a hook on the wall near the fireplace, "I almost forgot about that! Let's go now! You two don't want to miss all the fun we have planned for today!"
"Cool!" said Nicholas as he and his brother ran to the fireplace with their grandma.
And then they were gone.
Florence stood frozen in place, looking at Severus, not knowing what to say.
She had dreamed about that moment many times, but he wasn't screaming at her and he hadn't left; apparently he hadn't broken the boys' hearts either. So she didn't know what to do.
Severus got up and walked to the sofa, picking up a book, reading it as he walked towards her: "Once her magic identifies and connects to its other half, no offspring but that of her mate can ever find hospitable environment in her womb."
He closed the book and put it on the sideboard cabinet near her, standing two feet away.
Florence touched her necklace, in a clear sign of nervousness, and opened her mouth, stuttering: "I- I don't know what you're talking about."
He sighed, touching her face, seeing she was afraid, so he pulled her chin up and kissed her lips.
It took a while, but Severus kept on kissing her until she relaxed against him.
Then he said, softly: "Flor, I woke up thinking I had gone crazy for I was staring at myself at the age of three. I've just spent the most amazing breakfast of my life with two little boys calling me 'dad'," he saw her gulp nervously, "I just need to know why."
She looked scared again, her hand once more on her necklace, then he watched her avert her gaze and walk to the table, sitting down, filling up a cup of tea and sipping.
For a moment, Severus thought she wasn't going to say anything, but then she spoke: "My name is Florence Delacour Peverell. My father was born Gaunt-Riddle, but changed his last name later in life."
Severus walked to the table and sat down beside her, frowning, "So you're Salazar Slytherin's descendant. That's pretty impressive, but it still doesn't explain why you lied about the boys," he reached for his coffee cup and stopped, "Wait, you said he was born Gaunt-Riddle?"
Florence just nodded.
He looked at her, waiting for her to start laughing and admit she was playing him.
"I'm not joking, Severus," she shook her head, sipping more of her tea.
"Florence," he folded his arms on the table and leaned to look at her in the eyes, asking sceptically: "Are you trying to tell me that you are the Dark Lord's daughter?"
"Yes. I used to live at the manor in Little Hangleton."
He sat back in his chair, taken by surprise, "How do you know about that place? Wait," he looked at her, sensing that she had put down all her mental barriers, she couldn't be lying – he'd be able to easily tell if she were, "You're not pulling my leg?"
"No. That was my home for the seven years I lived with my father," she paused, reaching for a strawberry, "My room was to the left of the upstairs corridor. My father's room was on the ground floor, because of Nagini."
He froze again, just staring at her, never in his dreams imagining she possibly knew that name.
Severus shivered, "That fucking snake."
Florence looked at him, surprised: "You don't like her? She is such a good friend. And funny too. I loved talking to her about books and–"
"What?" he looked stupefied, "Talking to- you're a fricking parselmouth?"
"Yes."
Then he got up, pacing in front of the fireplace, thinking hard about things that had happened in the past since he had met her, things that he hadn't understood at the time.
"Orion Black and Elric Avery," he pointed a finger at her, "You hid from them!"
"Yes. I had run from home, my father sent them after me. Avery was my bodyguard."
Severus shook his head, trying to remember other things he knew: "The morning of the O.W.L.s! You said you met with your father that morning."
"And I did. At the house in Hogsmeade. I made a deal with him then: he'd let me live my life and befriend whomever I wanted and I wouldn't take sides in the war."
"But you did take sides in the war," he tilted his head, waiting for her explanation.
"Because he broke our deal shortly after; he interfered in my life."
Severus looked at Florence as if he was seeing her for the first time. Then he suddenly kneeled in front of her.
"Severus, what are you doing?" she asked, surprised.
He looked at her intently and shook his head, "You actually look like him! How the fuck I've never noticed that?"
Then he got up, starting to remember more things: "That's why you know Malfoys, Greengrasses, Rosiers, Blacks, Lestranges- you truly grew up around them!"
"Yes. I truly did. Unfortunately."
Severus stopped, looking at her, and finally exclaimed: "You're his fucking daughter!"
"Yes, I am," she looked at him, trying not to laugh.
He shook his head again and suddenly shot her a lopsided smile.
"What?" she knew something dirty was coming.
"I was freaking terrified to death of the man and all that time I was fucking his daughter!" he walked to her and bent down to kiss her lips, as his mind tried to make sense of all he had just learned about the woman he loved.
Florence smiled at him: "Well, he did threaten to kill you for doing that."
He sat beside her, looking concerned, "What? He knew? About us?"
"Yes. But we weren't together anymore when he found out. That's when he broke the deal he and I had. He told me to find a better suitor or he'd kill you," she sipped her tea again, before talking about the twins: "And here lies the answer to your first question: I lied about the boys because I feared my father would kill you and the babies if he found out they were yours. I couldn't risk you and them."
"So they are mine?" he could feel his heart pounding again.
She looked at him with a frown, "You just told me you saw yourself at the age of three. Do you have any doubts about it?"
"No. None at all," Severus quickly replied, "Does Black know they are mine?"
"Yes. Sirius helped me hide the twins; being him a pure-blood wizard, my father wouldn't have reason to harm my kids. But I'm not sure father ever learned about the kids, at least he never questioned me about them. I never talked to him again after that day at the ice-cream shop."
"Ice cream shop?" Severus seemed to remember something.
"Yes. At the Florean Fortescue in Hogsmeade. Father ate all my cookie dough ice cream while he told me and your mother how brilliant you were but that he'd kill you if I ever got back with you."
He slowly shook his head before laughing like a mad man.
"Oh, my Merlin!" he exclaimed, "I saw that in your mind not too long ago! I knew your reason to refuse marrying me had something to do with the war and ice cream!" he slowly stooped laughing, "Wait, you said my mother was there! And considering that she's your godmother: knows your father. " then he realised: "Mother knows the Dark Lord!"
"Yes," Florence nodded, "She knows him."
"Holy shit!" he looked at her, thinking of who else knew: "And Tiffany! She knows!"
"Yes. She lived in Little Hangleton with me. She hates my father. And Nagini. Even though I made my father's pet promise to never harm her."
He snorted, "I can see Tiffany giving Nagini the finger, for the snake couldn't eat her," he shook his head again, still finding all of that too absurd, "How did you live with him knowing who he was?"
"I never knew; to me he was just a very busy businessman. He had a lot of meetings and we had money, I thought he was a company's CEO or something," she began making herself a sandwich.
"The moment I discovered who he really was, I ran away. That was the day I came to Hogwarts. I told Dumbledore everything and he let me stay," Florence finished making the sandwich and took a bite of it.
"Then I met you," she smiled, "And I tried to warn you the best I could without telling you anything about me, but you became a Death Eater anyway," she closed her eyes, some tears falling down as she remembered: "I was terrified my father would go back on his word and kill you. That's why I used to wait in the common room for you to return. I just needed to know you were still alive."
Severus got up and picked her up in his arms, bridal style, then he sat on the sofa with her on his lap, her head on his chest.
"I feel like I should spend our whole lives apologising to you," he said, "All that I said and did... all the times I hurt you..." he touched her face, "I wasn't there for you when you were pregnant. I didn't see the boys being born- didn't hear their first words. I missed so much."
"Aren't you mad at me?" Florence asked, a hint of fear in her voice.
"At you?" he sounded confused by her question, "No! Of course not! You protected the boys! I was the idiot who willingly followed a monster because of money."
She pulled his face towards hers and kissed him, for long minutes they just sat on the sofa and kissed slowly and lovingly.
Then they stopped, touching their foreheads together, breathing into each other's air.
Florence laid her head on his chest again, rubbing her nose on his neck, loving having him so close to her, with no more secrets between them.
Severus just eld her close and stared at the flames in the fireplace, thinking of all that he had heard.
Florence had protected their kids from the Dark Lord.
My sons. Her kids are my sons. He smiled.
And her refusal to marry him was to protect him from the Lord as well.
"He used to stare at me, sometimes," Severus said, "He'd pay me a compliment and stare at me in a weird way."
"Father said that if it weren't for your blood-status, you'd be a great husband for me. He was probably thinking about that," she hesitated, before asking: "Do you still want to marry me?"
Severus looked at her, hope in his eyes: "Have you been thinking about it?"
"Well... now you know why I've never accepted your proposals: I was trying to protect you and the boys. So if you still want me..."
"Still want you?" he asked, laughing, "Do you have any doubts about that? You protected the kids and me for years! Not to mention, learning you're the Dark Lord's daughter only made me hotter for you, princess."
She wrinkled her nose. "Princess? What am I? A dog?"
"That's what I'm calling you now."
She looked at him, realizing he wasn't kidding; but he was taking all of that way better than she'd ever imagined he would, so she could live with a petname.
"You know," she said against his lips, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "If I'm a Princess, peasants should kneel before me."
Severus quickly joined the game and set her on the sofa, kneeling on the floor in front of her.
Florence put one leg on either side of him and fisted a hand in his hair, pulling his face up and kissing him.
"Now," she said, staring into his eyes closely, "I'm a very demanding princess, you'd better prove to me that you're worthy of serving me," she pulled her dress up and lifted her legs in the air, removing her knickers. Then she opened up her legs, exposing her trimmed pussy to his hungry eyes.
"Your orders, my princess?" he asked, looking up into her eyes, which were quickly going lighter.
"I want your tongue licking me and I demand an orgasm."
He smirked, touching her thighs, "You'll soon learn, princess, that I'm very obedient servant," he drawled, before lowering his head and licking her pussy, his hands pressing on her inner thighs, keeping her open for his tongue.
She watched as he ate her up like a delicious ice-cream.
"Oh, yes, such a good servant," she moaned as he speared his tongue deep into her, licking from her entrance to her clit.
"Fuck! Don't stop! Yes!" she held his head, moving her hips against his face frantically, her orgasm building fast and intense.
But he stopped.
"Nooooo!" she wailed, her legs closing around him, "Please, more, make me cum, I order you!"
She was burning, but he leaned over her to open up the buttons of her dress, exposing her breasts and sucking on her nipples, making her arch and moan loud, then two of his fingers entered her pussy, pressing on her g-spot.
"Fuck, yes! But I want your tongue licking me. Now!" she demanded.
"Not yet, love," he could feel her pussy clenching around his fingers, her climax very close, "Fucking feel that... tight cunt begging to be filled, pulsing and sucking on my fingers."
"Ooh, Sev. Lick me, suck me. Make me cum!"
He smirked, feeling a primitive male pride as he heard her beg, knowing he was the one who had driven her to that point of need.
He removed his fingers from her pussy, making her scream.
"No no no, please!"
But he ignored her pleas and sucked on her nipples again for a little longer.
"I'm burning, Sev," she was moaning and panting, "You're torturing me. Bad servant!"
He kissed down her stomach and lowered his mouth to her pussy, licking her again, feeling both her hands on his hair, holding his head in place while she rubbed her cunt on his tongue.
Within minutes, she was screaming, her orgasm making her channel clench rhythmically and he didn't wait another second, making her lie down onto her back on the sofa, he pulled his trousers down, releasing his painfully hard dick and positioning it against her wet entrance before ramming it into her as she still clenched and climaxed.
"Fuck! Severus!" she shouted, grabbing his ass with both hands.
"That's the plan, love," he kissed her lips, letting her taste herself on his mouth.
And he pulled her legs up, her knees almost by her ears, as he moved in and out of to her, making her gasp.
"Fucking delicious cunt," he groaned, moving out halfway and plunging in as deep as he could go, grinding his pelvis against her, simultaneously stimulating her g-spot and her clit at every stroke.
Her channel clenched around him, and she arched her back.
"I need faster!" she moaned.
"No," he growled, kissing her lips, "Just like this... slow, enjoying this pussy gripping me, sucking my cock deep," he let out a moan; fucking her was too good, every reaction of hers had him harder, every moan driving him crazy with need.
Severus looked down to watch his cock parting her folds, the thick member disappearing inside her hot body, getting out of her cunt wet and shiny with her cream and all the cum he had spilled into her during the night.
"You're gripping me so fucking good."
"Fuck me harder, please!" she was pure need, "Ooohh, I need you harder!"
He couldn't ignore her need anymore, "Get on all fours for me," he ordered, pulling his cock out of her.
And she quickly moved, getting on her hands and knees, ass up for his pleasure.
He gripped her arsecheeks and moved down, opening her pussy lips and rubbing his dick between her drenched folds.
"Fucking sexy cunt," he groaned, before holding her hips and plunging into her balls deep, making her scream.
"Yes! Fuck!" and she was cumming by his fifth hard thrust; but he didn't stop the punishing rhythm.
"You asked for this, princess, now take it!" he groaned.
And she did take it all with a series of orgasms.
He fisted a hand in her hair and pulled her head back, making her arch her back even more, his dick getting deeper into her.
"Don't stop!" she pleaded, feeling her pussy clenching around his hard cock, taking her from one orgasm to another.
And he couldn't hold his own climax any longer, pushing her head down onto the cushions, he rammed in like an animal, feeling her pussy clamping on his cock.
"You fucking love being fucked like this, don't you, princess?" he slapped her ass twice and she moaned.
Then he plunged deep, cumming and filling her up with his seed once again, resting his head onto her back, between her shoulder blades, as their bodies still shook from all the pleasure.
Florence let out a whimper and lay down on her stomach onto the sofa, falling asleep under him, his cock still buried in her body.
Severus smiled and moved out of her, carrying her to bed and lying down beside her. He closed his eyes and heard a soft satisfied sigh coming from her mind; he realized it was her veela, and she sounded fully convinced that he was hers.
Severus woke up a couple of hours later, checking the time, it was ten-thirty, and he had nothing to do for the rest of the day but be right where he was: in bed, with Florence on his chest.
He sighed happily, his body wasn't burning anymore, he wasn't irritated by the touch of his own hand. And to make his whole life better: he had Florence – and Sirius Black had never put babies in her.
He felt her chuckle against his neck.
"Can't believe you were worried about that."
"Of course I was," he said, "I spent months fucking you and you never got pregnant. Then you're dating Black and within a week you got pregnant! I almost believed I was sterile."
"And yet you never tried to get another woman pregnant," she said looking into his eyes.
"How do you know that? Maybe I did."
"I know you never fucked Cassie without a condom."
He seemed curious, "Has my mother told you that?"
"No. But now I want to know why would Eileen know that."
"I told her. But if she didn't tell you, how do you know?"
"A receptionist in St. Mungus overheard Cassie say it. She was pretty angry at you, she wanted a rich baby-daddy to make her life easy."
He pulled her face up, kissing her softly. "Florence, I need you to know that I'd never marry her or anyone else. I only ever wanted you by my side."
She sighed, looking at him, "About that... we have one more thing to consider: my father will return. And I don't want him to kill you just because I love you."
"Love, I'd gladly die if it meant I could spend ten years with you."
She lifted her head above his, "But I don't want to live in a world where there's no you," she whispered, kissing him softly.
He caressed her face, "Florence," he said, his serious tone making her look into his eyes, immediately knowing what he was going to ask - and she wasn't going to stop him this time:
"Flor, will you marry me?"
She took a deep breath, fear mixing with excitement for she was about to give him her true answer for the first time.
"Yes, Severus. Yes! I will marry you!" she smiled.
He shouted: "Finally!" and rolled over her, kissing her deeply, "Say it again! Will you marry me?"
"Yes! I will marry you, Sev," she repeated, touching his face and having her lips kissed again.